The Bacchae - Prologue

I received an anonymous request in The Bacchae to give the backstory to it. I actually already knew it but it took me a year to post this. If that anonymous reader were to leave another message saying they read this, that would be great. For the rest, enjoy. No need to read The Bacchae to enjoy this.

The Boss

"Hello, Reginald," the tall blonde said as she sat in front of his desk. She was very business-like with a tan skirt suit, hose, a white blouse with a large collar. She wore severe black glasses and had her sandy blonde hair up in a bun and extremely sensible brown shoes with only a bit of square heel. But no matter how business-like she appeared, the middle-aged woman couldn't hide her inherent sex appeal. She had curves in all the right places. Inside that blouse were a couple of D cups, Reginald knew, and she had a narrow waist that flared nicely to big hips and a luscious big ass shaped like an actual peach.

"Hello, Mabel," he said, the woman's name as plain as she was not. Reginald, on the other hand, was definitely that plain. He had his own darker brown suit pants and jacket. His oversized belly didn't so much peek out the front as loiter, barely covered by his own white dress shirt, which strained, gaping below his belly button. He had on a nondescript tie of black and brown and his own shoes, under the table, were brown loafers. He didn't have glasses on his doughy face and his own hair, mouse brown with hints of grey, had betrayed him, leaving only the edges at the top which he combed over in a desperate attempt to appear younger than he was. His one asset was his huge cock and nobody besides his wife had seen that in years. And it wasn't like he could show it to Mabel. Luckily he was sitting behind his desk or she would have certainly seen the outline in his trousers. His desk was nondescript with a blotter, pens, pencils and a computer. Outside the glass walls of his office was the machinery of a chemical factory. His space was buried amongst the pipes so his adjacent lab could have all the tools he needed, such as gas and a chemical hood. By the connecting door, labeled "Lab. Do Not Enter When Closed." was his safety goggles.

The door Mabel had come in was another door labeled on the outside "Reginald Smutch, Chief Research Officer." His only furniture besides the desk was two old metal chairs, gray paint peeling, brown upholstery from a different decade. Mabel had closed the door, which wasn't good.

"Reginald," the statuesque model-like woman started, "you know how much we value your work."

"Uh oh," Reginald thought, "This can't be good." He was a generally optimistic man, so he hoped, "Maybe I'm just about to be reprimanded or corrected or something."

"And you know how much we value your years of service."

"Almost forty years," the sixty-five-year-old thought to himself. "This is going downhill."

"But times move on and we really want to start producing some scents that appeal to younger consumers, that can be worn at the club or the rave or, God forbid, knowing Gen Z, a political rally," the middle-aged woman continued. She was in her forties, twenty years Reginald's junior and had been working there for less than five years. She stopped. "What's that scent?" she asked.

Sitting on Reginald's desk was his latest creation, a masterpiece of nucleic acids, polysaccharides and polymers. Reginald had been trying to get a subtle mix of lemon, goldenrod, and patchouli. There was just a hint of it in the air. Leaning forward, the portly man took the glass wand from the little vial and waved it in the air for the younger woman.

Mabel followed the rod with her eyes, then tilted her head back, pulling in a lungful through her nose, her mouth closed and almost serene. "That's.... that's.... that's something," she sighed. Mabel looked back at Reginald. "What was I saying?"

Reginald waited for her to remember then, cautiously, "That you like my work?"

"Oh, yes, I do! And that's not all." Mabel said emphatically, standing up and lowering the blinds over the windowed walls and door of the older man's office. The tall blonde came around his desk and, bending over, her face close to his, she grabbed Reginald's chair in what he perplexingly thought was a violation of proper work ethics, and pushed it up against a wall. Pulling up her skirt, she spread her legs and straddled the portly man, giving him just a glimpse of the crotch of her pantyhose and, under the sheer fabric, dirty blonde pubic smooshed against her pale pelvis. Then she was sitting in his lap, legs on either side, arms over his shoulders so her hands rested on the back of the chair, looking down at him. "We shouldn't play around," Mabel said, and then leaned in to kiss the older man.

The kiss took Reginald by surprise and he froze for a second, looking at her closely, her eyes behind her glasses. Then he closed his own and opened his mouth. The younger woman's tongue was in his mouth, darting around, wrestling his tongue as she leaned in, her lips pressing harder and harder against his. Not certain what to do with his hands, he rested them gently on her back. Mabel, apparently, would have nothing to do with that. She grabbed his right hand and pressed it against her copious breast. Then, still kissing him riotously, the two of them breathing through their noses, she pulled her shirt up so his palm was on the lace of her bra, but only for a second until she pulled down her bra to expose her huge tit. Reginald's blood was boiling so he squeezed and mashed the huge tit, as big as his head, then pinched the rock hard nipple.

"Oh, Reginald, yes," Mabel moaned when she finally broke their kiss. Looking down at him with a conflagration of lust in her eyes, her arms were working furiously to doff her jacket, pull her tie over her head, undo her blouse and pull it off until Reginald was confronted by her beige lace bra. But then she was scrabbling behind her back to release that too, pulling it off, and Reginald was staring at her bare chest, her two large tits, both nipples obviously rock hard. Overcome by lust, the older man darted in and started sucking the one he wasn't already squeezing. Mabel cradled his head against her chest and started moaning as he sucked. With his free hand he cupped her ass and started rubbing it, feeling the roundness and size of it through the coarse polyester of her skirt.

Reaching down, the tall blonde grabbed his manhood through his trousers. "Oh, yes, Reginald," she moaned, "you're ready for me. And you're so big!" The older man's boss was in action again, getting off his lap and kneeling before him, working on his strained belt while her older, fat employee looked down at her. Her beautiful blonde hair was starting to come loose from its severe do and strands were falling down beside her face in what he thought was quite a fetching manner. He reached self consciously towards his own balding head as the younger woman tore at his slacks until he lifted his butt so she could pull them completely down around his thighs, revealing his hard, overly large, cock pointing at her, shrouded on either side by his shirt tails like a bald man pulling a blanket around his shoulders.

Mabel was fearless as she grabbed the pulsing member dripping with pre-cum. "Mmmm," she hummed. "So large, so beautiful, so hard." Then she was leaning in and rubbing the shaft aggressively up and down the sides with her tongue. Left, then right, then left again, and finally right again before she opened wide and snapped her lips around it just behind the head like a lasso around a cow's neck. Reginald moaned and scooted out so his butt was on the edge of the chair, pulling his legs out of his pants so he could spread his thighs wide. He looked down from above at the blonde hair, at the glasses perched on the cute little nose, the pale collarbones, her arms up so she could hold his cock with one hand and steady herself on his thigh with the other. Beyond that was her huge tits, filling his vision, beckoning it, barely enough out of the way so that he could see her knees in their hose and the hem of her skirt still bunched up, below.

Mabel sucked, hard, her cheeks caving in. Reginald could feel it as he looked down into her eyes. They were strikingly blue, he realized. She almost fell forward to get half his cock in her mouth, then back, then forward, then back. Reginald's fiery blood was taking over his brain. He gripped her blonde hair savagely at the back of her head, destroying the rest of her do so it fell down into her face and spilled over his hand. HIs boss swiped it out of her face and behind her ears as Reginald started thrusting against her, pulling her head in at the same time. The beautiful woman gagged and coughed but didn't open her mouth or stop sucking, air shooting from her nose and onto his cock, wet with her spit as she pulled back, assisted by his hand, so she could fall forward again.

Mabel raised her butt off her heels and, holding herself on the chair, moved her head forward slowly but inexorably. Reginald realized she was taking his cock down her throat. He could feel it tightening around the head as she stopped breathing. He could see her eyes were open, continuing to look into his, as she went further and further down. He tilted his pelvis so she could get every last inch in her mouth and down her throat. She pushed until her nose was smashed flat against his salt and pepper bush. Opening her mouth, no longer able to suck, wide around his cock, she tried to get it further down, licking the spot where his cock and scrotum met. Then she ever so slightly bounced up and down, massaging half of his huge cock, including the head, with her throat.

"Uuuuhhhh! I'm gonna cum!" Reginald groaned. Mabel pulled up and off him, took in a huge breath and then bore back in. Reginald helped her, pulling her head into his groin with all his strength while he thrust out, both legs coming up to wrap around her head and cross behind it. Mabel didn't resist as Reginald pushed as hard as he could, not down her throat, but against the back, gagging and choking her as he shot load after load of cum. The beautiful woman kept swallowing it despite her gags and coughs. Reginald relented and fell back into his chair.

After being completely certain she had licked and sucked every bit of cum and most of her saliva off his cock, Mabel stood up. Reginald watched, dull eyed, legs open, his cock wilting, his pants stuck on one foot, the other wearing only a sock. The tall, beautiful woman reached behind and unzipped her skirt, then pulled it down to reveal her pantyhose. He could see her bare skin through the sheer tan nylon. Her blonde bush, matching her hair, was there, crushed by the fabric and her clit and labia were swollen. The little cotton patch under her pussy was obviously wet. Then she was pulling her hose off and stepping out of them to stand naked before him. She was tall, as tall as him, even without heels, and beautiful. Her pale skin bared to him he could see her now completely naked, the bones at her hips on either side of her pelvis, muscular abs -- she obviously worked out -- her huge tits with their nipples still pointing straight ahead. Her blonde hair was completely free, falling to her shoulders, over her glasses. She blew a strand out of her face, then said, "Oh, no, I am not done with you, you beautiful man. Take off your clothes."

Reginald was startled. He was sixty years old. He didn't know if he could rise to the occasion again but she was so beautiful, so sexy, and obviously wanted him so much. He realized it must have been the perfume. It had set her off so she had attacked him. He had come but she hadn't and she wanted to keep fucking him. The older man freed his pants and shoe and socks from his legs, then stood and pulled off his jacket, his tie, his shirt and his white tank top to stand naked before the blonde goddess in front of him. Standing like this, he couldn't see his cock or his toes under his big belly.

Mabel apparently didn't care about his belly because she wrapped her arms around his arms and body and pulled him back with her until her bare butt was on the edge of his desk. Then she was kissing him again. He closed his eyes like her and he could feel her hair caressing his face. Her glasses were pressed between them until she pulled them off and threw them to clatter on the floor somewhere in the office. Reginald grabbed her ass with both hands, the big cheeks muscular under their natural padding and her soft skin. Mabel grasped his. They kissed, heads moving back and forth like a cobra and a snake charmer, their tongues locked forever in a struggle for dominance. She bit his lip and he bit back. His fingers walked his hands around her ass, bringing his body lower, until the tips of his digits were at her pussy, its moisture apparent even at their outer edges. When he started caressing her inner lips, Mabel broke the kiss. She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed, "Oh, yes, Reginald. I've wanted you for so long..." Reginald was kind of surprised and kind of didn't believe her, but his cock must have because it was rising from the dead.

Mabel felt it too because she lay back on his desk, supporting herself on her elbows, her legs up and open, revealing her flower opening up for him. Reginald guided his cock into her dripping wet snatch. "Oh, yes, Reginald," the woman said throatily. "Oh, yes," she repeated as he got further and further in. "You're so big. So much bigger than my husband. So much bigger than any man I've ever had." He stopped when he hit the end of her pussy with about an inch of his phallus left outside of her. "No!" she said. "Push it all the way in. I want it all inside me." Grabbing the beautiful blonde's big hips, he obliged, bearing down and shoving it all the way in. Her brow furrowed and she bit her lip then, when he was in, straining against her, said, "Oh, yes. Yes. Now fuck me!"

Reginald pulled his hips back and slammed forward, bottoming out so his hips could hit her pale, round ass. "Aaaahhhh!!! Yes!" his boss yelled as he railed her, smashing her cervix with the head of his cock, stretching her vagina with his cock, his balls hitting her ass as his own butt flew back and forth. He was sweating buckets, some dripping off his bald head to fall onto her stomach, taut from flexing as he fucked her.

Reginald wanted more. He pulled out and put the head of his huge cock against the beautiful woman's beautiful puckered asshole and leaned in. Mabel's eyes flew open and she reached out a hand. "No! Wait! I don't! Aaaaaahhhh!" He had popped the head of his oversized dick into her asshole so her rectum was desperately trying to close around his shaft. "Ah, no! You're so big! Oh, you're breaking me! Oh, break me, Reginald!" she switched tack. "You're the first I've ever had there and I'm so glad, so glad it's you and I want you to break me..." Reginald was sliding his cock, fully lubed from her own juices, deeper and deeper in her ass. He couldn't' bottom out here and soon he was hilt deep inside. Mabel's hand was at her clit, rubbing it fast and furious, making her wrist seem almost boneless as she swirled her hand around the head of her pussy.

Reginald started pumping his boss's asshole, looking down at her full bush, her huge tits, her beautiful head tipped back, her blonde hair like a corona around it. Then she was screaming again and his lust fueled brain took a pause to be glad they were down alone in the basement. "Oh, Reginald, I'm coooommmiiiiinggggg!!!!" He didn't stop. He just kept hammering her ass with his pelvis, kept fucking her asshole. After thirty seconds, she seemed to get to the end of her orgasm. But her fingers didn't stop and in another minute she was screaming again, this time wordlessly. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!"

"I wanna cum in your mouth," Reginald said, thinking of his newest favorite act in porn. "I wanna go from your ass straight to your mouth and I want you to suck me off. I wanna do 'ass to mouth.'"

"Oh, yes, Reginald, I'll do anything for you! Anything!" Reginald pulled out of the tall woman's asshole then shoved his cock balls deep in her cunt so she squealed and maybe some of her shit got wiped off, then pulled out and, grabbing a handful of golden hair, pulled her off the desk. Mabel scrambled to do what he wanted and was soon back on her knees on the cold tile floor, ass on her heels. She wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking as hard as she could and bobbed her head back and forth, massaging his shaft with her cheeks while her tongue swirled around the head.

"Lick it clean, slut!" he growled between clenched teeth and the blonde grabbed his cock with one hand and stabilized herself against his thigh with the other and started first licking and then started slurping and sucking noisily along the shaft of his cock, trying to get every inch clean with her mouth. Reginald couldn't wait any longer. "Suck the head again," and she was back on it, sucking the head, her tongue again twirling around it in a way he couldn't describe. Damn, he thought, between that tongue action and the power of her suction, and how she deep throated him, she could really give head. Her husband was very lucky. And now he was too. "I'm gonna cum on your face and tits" and he dragged her head off his cock by her hair.

Mabel dutifully knelt there, head up, mouth open, eyes staring up at him, holding her tits up like she was proffering them on a platter. "You're a real slut," he growled as he rubbed his cock to its final completion. Mabel didn't say anything, just waited until he dumped cum on her cheeks, then skipped her mouth -- he'd already gotten it -- and onto her huge tits, and neck and hair, white globs on pale flesh and blonde tresses. He groaned as he did it, then, spent, fell back into his office chair.

Mabel stood up and leaned naked against the edge of his desk. "That was amazing, lover," she said.

"You were pretty amazing too."

The tall, gorgeous woman looked down at the cum on her breasts. "I'm not really presentable enough to go back to work." Then she took her finger and scooped up a glob of cum from her breast and popped it in her mouth. She was swallowing it as she did the same with another glob. She worked her way across her chest and got to the ones on her face. Reginald was speechless as he watched this woman clean up the cum on her body by eating it. For the cum in her hair, she just finger combed it into the strands and, once there, licked her lips. Then, once she found her glasses and her hair tie, she swirled her hair so it was once again in the do she'd come down with. She really did have amazing hair, Reginald thought, as the tall beautiful woman finished tying up her bun. Her do wasn't as tight as it had been but it looked business-like again.

"Want any souvenirs?" Mabel asked Reginald, who was just now thinking that maybe he should get dressed too while he stared at the beautiful woman, still naked, standing in front of him. Somehow this was more intimate than fucking her.

"Huh?" was his reply.

"I don't have any panties to give you," she explained. She picked up her pantyhose and balled them up then did something with the elastic so they stayed in that shape. "Want my pantyhose?" she asked. She looked around. "Bras are pretty expensive but I'll give that to you, with the hose too, even. With my blouse and jacket I should be able to get away with going braless until I go home." Reginald continued to stare, then reached into his jacket for his phone.

"Oh, pictures!" the beautiful woman said, then posed. First she was at an angle, back knee bent, looking over her shoulder at him, hand on her hip. It really showed off her tits and ass while exposing just a bit of bush. When he asked, she stood straight, facing him, arms at her sides. Then she was on her knees, mouth open, as he took pictures from several angles. He even stood up and got up on her so he could have his cock in her mouth while she stared up at him. Next was her lying back on her elbows on his desk, legs up and open, baring her pussy. He got pics from high, then lower so her pussy was capped by her huge tits which was capped by her beautiful face looking down at him. They ended with the ones from behind: standing; bent over, legs apart, same but with her spreading her lips to better show her pussy, then looking back at him between her legs. She waited patiently as, after she slobbered all over his magic marker -- the biggest cylinder he could find -- she shoved it up her ass and took a pic. Then another marker joined it, and another, and another until he had six of them in there, the beautiful woman pulling her cheeks apart, her wedding ring very visible on her hand.

Mabel got back into her skirt, shirt and jacket. He didn't keep the bra but he did keep the pantyhose. He did a few more pictures where she sat with her legs open so he could see up her skirt to her pussy. And then she was gone. And he was naked, staring at the vial of perfume that had made his boss, who generally tolerated him, instead attack him, suck him off, then fuck him, then let him be the first man to fuck her ass, then take incriminating, revealing pictures of her. And it had been just a whiff. He was very careful to transfer the oil to a sealed vial to take home with him.

The Subway

Reginald went all the way home to his wife, Mary, a good looking woman herself who had aged. Not badly, but she had the wrinkles and all the other accoutrements of women in their sixties. He didn't pull out the vial or tell her about it. He wanted something else and he didn't know what. On the train, he looked around himself, seeing the women there as if for the first time. Many of them were good looking but none of them held a candle to Mabel. At work, his boss was polite to him in public and, when they were alone, kissed him deeply before saying she had "other things to do."

It was on the subway ride home that he found what he was looking for though he hadn't known it was what he was looking for. Late at night after a long day at work thinking about how best to use his invention, he saw them. Two young women, in their late teens or early twenties, wearing short skirts with knife folds, cute tennis shoes and jackets. Under the jackets he could see multicolored tops with part of the logo for the local college. Each of them had a decal of a horse under one eye and their platinum hair was pulled back into a bright red ribbon. And, most important of all, they looked exactly alike. Reginald had found a pair of college cheerleader twins.

The portly old man wasn't exactly subtle as he sat down next to them and the one nearest him scrunched up her nose and shifted away and into her sister. Reginald didn't care. He brought the perfume out, opened it up, and let the scent move towards the two of them before closing it off. He waited. The two girls started shifting, crossing and recrossing their legs. Finally, the one closest to him turned and asked, "Excuse me, mister, do you have the time?"

Reginald looked at his watch. "Ten twenty. Gosh, isn't it late for you girls to be out."

Both of them giggled. "Well, there are a lot of creeps and perverts out this late. Maybe you can protect us. My name is Mandy," she said, sticking out her hand for him to shake.

"And I'm Candy. We're sisters." And they both giggled.

The older man shook their proferred hands. "I'm Reginald. Nice to meet you. And I'll be more than happy to protect you from any undesirables that might be around."

"Reggie," Candy giggled, like it was a joke. Reginald didn't correct her. They were beautiful, with their perky noses and perfect teeth. He figured their breasts were about a C cup and he could only think about how firm they must be. They had tight little asses but not too tight. They were still quite feminine and, he guessed, and probably quite flexible.

Mandy seemed to think a little bit, biting her lip, then said, "Wanna go somewhere? Our mom won't care if we're out for a few more hours."

"Yeah," Candy said. "Maybe some place we could drink. We're underage."

"How old are you," Reginald inquired cooly.

"Nineteen," Candy giggled.

"Me too," Mandy chimed in and they both laughed.

"Let's get off here," he said and they followed along. Reginald put an arm around each of them. "So, you're cheerleaders?"

"Yup," one of them said. Reginald had lost track of which was which. "We're blonde, twin cheerleaders. We're like a wet dream come to life."

The other one laughed and Reginald did too. Then she asked her sister, "How many of your dates have asked you for a threesome with me, Mandy?"

"Same as you," her sister replied. "All of them."

"And what do you tell them?" Reginald asked.

"That it's gross," Candy said, snuggling into Reginald's body and looking up at him. "But I'd do it for you, Reggie. Would you do it for Reggie, Mandy?"

"I'm not gonna let you have all the fun," her sister retorted. "I'd do anything in bed with Reggie."

"Slut!"

"Whore!"

They got a little suite at a hotel and Reginald had a bottle of vodka and two little bottles of orange juice to make drinks for the three of them. The front room had a couch with a TV in front of it and the three of them sat on it, Reginald in the middle, the two teens holding their glasses on either side, legs pulled up so they could face Reginald. They'd gotten rid of their jackets and were just wearing their cheerleader uniforms, a big "STATE" emblazoned across the front. Their pale colored midriffs were bare, showing their toned abs.

"So, what are we going to do?" one of them, the one on his left, asked. Reginald had lost track again.

"Oh, wait, before I forget," he said and pulled a device out of his pocket and set it on the TV stand, turning it on. It had a lens and a red light.

"Ooohh, you're going to film us?" the one on his right asked excitedly.

"Yup," Reginald said. And, remembering the lingo of his youth forty years removed, he said, "We're going to make out." The old man got out of his jacket and tie, throwing them to the side. "First, I kiss you," and he pulled the head of the blonde on his left to his face and, pressing lips together, explored her mouth with his tongue. She tasted like grape soda and her tongue was soft and pliant, almost submissive.

"And then," he said, as he let her go and pulled her sister's blonde head to his, "I kiss you." Again he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue in her mouth. She kind of tasted the same but she'd obviously been chewing bubble gum earlier. Her tongue acted the same. Reginald thought they must have 'practiced' kissing each other at some point in their lives.

"And then," he said, pushing their heads towards each other in front of himself, "you kiss each other." Having french kissed before or not, the girls kind of pecked their lips together and then pulled back but Reginald wouldn't let them go too far. "Not like that," he said.

"But it's literally like kissing your sister," the one on the right said.

"It's a cliché and everything," the other one said.

"Well, if you want in my pants," Reginald started, his boner already there and waiting. He continued his lie, "You're going to be doing a lot with your sister tonight, starting with a proper French kiss with lots of tongue." The two girls listened and did what he said, the identical faces locking lips, eyes closed, mouths open, tongues working. "That's better," Reginald said breathily after they broke off the kiss after making certain they had done it right. He kissed each of them again and then had them kiss each other before saying, "Let's get topless."

Reginald pulled his shirts off, revealing his big round stomach and sparsely haired chest while the two teens pulled off their tops and sports bras to reveal perky breasts. Reginald was certain they were C cups. They sat there on their knees while he kneaded each of their breasts. Turning his body to the left, Reginald pulled that twin in for a longer, deeper kiss, one hand on her back, the other on her bare tit. Her nipples were rock hard as he kissed and kissed and kissed and fondled and fondled and fondled. Then he broke the kiss and turned the other way, again kissing and kissing and kissing, one hand on the other twin's bare back, the other cupping and squeezing her tit, pinching her nipple to make her flinch while she rubbed her hand through his hairy chest.

Having kissed and fondled each of them, he sat back. They both looked at him, waiting to see what he wanted them to do next.

"Instead of kissing, suck each other's tits," he said. They seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. Apparently, kissing was gross but sucking tit wasn't a big deal. The twin on his left stuck her chest out while the twin on his right leaned in and took as much of it into her mouth as possible, sucking, her cheeks caving in.

"Aaaahhh," the left twin said, "Mandy, that feels so good."

Mandy broke off and stuck her chest out. "Your turn!" and Candy leaned in, a mouth full of sister boob, cheeks caved in, her mouth working as she obviously tongued her sister's nipple.

"Lovely, girls," Reginald complimented them, then turned to Candy on his left. Eyes closed, he was kissing her deep and hard again but he pulled up her skirt and shoved his hand down her bloomers, between her sweaty thighs and over her curly hair to find her pussy. He rubbed her swollen clit then stuck a finger into her wet twat. She returned the favor, unbuckling his belt with one hand and pushing her hand in to grab his cock.

Candy's eyes sprang open. "Damn, he's got a big cock! Feel it, Mandy!" Reginald sat back but left his hand down Candy's pants and his finger in her pussy as they worked together to free his big, hard cock.

"Let's suck it!" said Mandy.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Reginald chastised, waving 'no' with the finger of his free hand. "First things first," and, still leaving his hand in Candy's bloomers, turned to kiss Mandy deeply, his free hand pulling up her skirt and going down her bloomers past her sweaty thighs and curly hair to find her own swollen clit so he could put one finger in her wet pussy. They really did feel the same. Both girls had a hand on his cock as he kissed Mandy.

Reginald sat back, his pants and thighs open, his cock standing straight up, glistening with pre cum, a finger in each pussy. "Okay, now you can suck it," he said.

The teens were not the best cocksuckers, Reginald decided. They just kind of wrapped their lips around his member behind the head and sucked. Or they licked the shaft. But they were twins working together to give him head. Meanwhile, he was crawling his hands between their legs, going deeper, getting his fingers in their pussies, getting them wet, until he had his thumbs against their clits, their pelvic bones in his palms, three fingers pushed to the second knuckle in their pussies, and his pointer working its way into their assholes.

"Oh, Reginald!" they seemed to sigh at once.

"Come closer," he said, his arms stretched too far apart. They did, straddling his legs, looking at him. "One kiss," he said, kissing Candy on his left. "And another kiss," he said, kissing Mandy on his right. "Now really kiss each other." The two girls leaned in and, melting, kissed their sister deeply, tongues working. "Play with each other's tits," and they did, groping and massaging their sister's tits with both hands, rubbing nipples between thumb and forefinger. "Put a hand down the back of your sister's underwear." Again, they obeyed, shoving their hands in each other's bloomers until he could feel their fingers, having made their way across each other's asses and around the curve underneath, on his own. Mandy just left her hand there while she kept kissing her sister, but Candy wet a finger in her sister's cunt and started wiggling it into Mandy's asshole to join Reginald's.

As a team, they stopped kissing each other, and leaving their hands on each other, started kissing the sides of Reginald's face and neck, nuzzling him. "Okay, let's get naked," Reginald finally said.

The threesome broke apart to get rid of shoes and pants, underwear, bloomers and skirts. Then he picked Candy up and scooted over so the twins were next to each other. They looked at him, lust joining uncertainty in their eyes. "One of you has to go down on the other," was all Reginald said.

The two girls stared at him, then stared at each other, then Candy was grabbing her sister's head and falling back onto Reginald's lap. She opened her legs wide, one pointing straight out from the couch, the other straight up. "Okay, sister," she said. "Eat my pussy." Mandy fought for just a second, grabbing at her sister's arm but then just relented. A blonde head disappeared between a pair of muscular pale legs. That's when Reginald realized that Mandy's bush was a dirty brown and Candy's had been bleached silver. "There you go, sis," Candy said as Mandy started licking her clit. "You ever licked pussy before?" but Mandy just shook her head. "Well, you might as well eat your sister's first." Reginald just watched the incestuous lesbian act, absently massaging Candy's tit as she alternated looking down at her sister's head and back up at Reginald's face. Mandy had some fingers shoved in her sister's cunt and was finger fucking her sister while she licked her.

Reginald watched it until Candy started mewling, eyes closed tight, "Oh, sister, you're going to make me cummm....." and she did. She pulled her thighs together around her sister's head and grabbed the blonde pony tail. "AAAAAaaaahhhhh!!!!" she said.

Mandy sat up, her face glistening with her sister's cunt juices, her fingers still in the bleached pussy. "What now?" she asked breathlessly, obviously very turned on.

"Well, Candy, you get on your back on the floor and, Mandy, you sit on her face." The girls didn't protest, just did what he said, Candy on her back, Mandy straddling her twin sister's head. Reginald adjusted the camera and just sat by Candy's butt while Mandy sat there. "Give your sister a rimming," Reginald commanded Candy. There was some humming from under Mandy's butt as Candy licked and then shoved her tongue into her sister's asshole.

"Ooohhhh, that's good," Mandy moaned. "I've never had anyone do that before."

Reginald stuck a couple of fingers in Candy's silver-haired cunt. "She's still wet," he said. Grabbing a pillow from the couch, he pushed her legs back to tilt up her pelvis and put it underneath. Candy had her legs straight out to the sides, wide open. "Well, time for me to fuck the first twin," he said, and kneeling between the girl's legs, pushed his cock into her pussy. There was a moan from under Mandy's ass. The sitting sister, for her part, reached down and started rubbing her sister's clit absently, her mind on the feelings her sister was giving her by licking her.

"She's licking my pussy again," Mandy said as Reginald started thrusting into the blonde cheerleader, harder and harder, bottoming out like he had with his boss, slamming her cervix but still not getting his whole cock in there. Her pussy was so tight, it felt like it was almost crushing his oversized cock. He stopped and looked at Mandy, who looked back at him. His cock still inside Candy's pussy, he said, "Candy, dear, have you ever had a cock in your ass?"

"Nnn Nnn," came the reply from under Mandy.

"Well, now's the time," said Reginald and he put the tip of his huge cock against the cute little rosebud of Candy's asshole. Bending over, he started to put pressure on it.

"'ait! 'op!" came a scream from under Mandy's ass. Candy put her hands down and tried to push Reginald's pelvis away.

Grabbing Candy's wrists, he held them up and said to Mandy, "Hold her." Grinning evilly, she obeyed, grabbing her sister's wrists and pulling them to herself while her sister thrashed her head back and forth under her. The trapped sister grabbed her sister's breasts and started kneading and pinching them, which caused Mandy to moan. Reginald got through into Candy's asshole. The cheerleader had her legs wide open again as if trying to stretch herself open, really showing off her silver bush. Her rectum was the tightest steel ring Reginald had ever had on his cock, choking it behind the head before it pushed through and stretched the teen even more. Candy screamed into her sister's butt who, still holding the teens hands as they groped her tits, started to look concerned. "Rub her clit," Reginald grunted and Mandy let go of one wrist to do just that, causing Candy to instantly flex her abs and moan. "She's coming," the big man said with satisfaction. That seemed to satisfy Mandy.

The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the room as Reginald, holding the cheerleader's straight legs wide open, assfucked her. Mandy was more embracing her sister's hands while her sister groped and mauled and squeezed and pinched her twin's breasts. The upright blonde had her eyes closed, her face a painting of bliss while her sister licked her pussy. "Mmmmm, Candy," she moaned. "You're amazing."

Reginald hooked his hand around Mandy's neck under her ponytail and pulled her head to her sister's groin. The big man's huge cock popped out of the little rectum to point at the blonde's face. "Suck it," he said.

"Okay," Mandy said and started sucking his cock.

"Oooohhhh," the fat man moaned. "You like that?" and Mandy looked up at him with big blue eyes and nodded. "You like the taste of your sister's ass?" Another nod. Reginald sat there for a minute, letting Mandy suck his cock while Candy ate her sister's pussy. When Mandy opened up her mouth to low out her own orgasm, he got up and went around to the other end of the twin '69.' With Mandy bent over, Candy's eyes and nose were visible, looking up at her sister's open snatch and closed asshole. Her face was flushed and sweaty, her ponytail crushed against the carpet. "Lick your sister's pussy, Mandy," Reginald said, surprised he remembered which was which, though the brown curly pubic hair making a mustache on the girl below helped. He could hear the sound of lapping on wet clit and see Mandy's ponytail start to bounce as she started giving her sister head.

"Your turn for my cock in your ass. Ready?" he said as he lined his huge cock up with her little asshole.

"It's okay, Mandy," Candy said from under her sister's beaver. "Just wait and, once he gets it in, it feels great."

"Okay," Mandy said into Candy's pussy, obviously hesitant. His hand resting on the cheerleader's muscular butt, Reginald slowly pushed into the twin's asshole. It looked the same as her sister's but then maybe all buttholes looked kinda the same.

"Ah!" Mandy cried when Reggie stretched her asshole enough to get himself inside her. He could see the tension in her body and tell she was gritting her teeth as his big sausage went all the way into her.

"Hehe," Candy said from below him, "Reggie, your balls are in my face." Then, "Sis, you stopped licking me. Keep licking me and I'll lick you while Reggie hits me in the face with his balls." Mandy relaxed at that and Reggie started fucking her, the sound of his hips hitting her ass again filling the room, with sounds of pussylicking in between impacts. Candy giggled every time the balls hit her face and Mandy grunted at the same time. Like her sister's, Mandy's asshole was excruciatingly tight and thin, feeling like it was going to garrotte his cock so hard it would cut it in half.

Both girls moaned at once, sounding the same, both their bodies rigid in the same pose, as both came simultaneously from each other. Satisfied, Reggie pulled out. Mandy started to sit up, but he pushed her back and said, "Stay there. Okay, now lift your butt." The cheerleader's cute little muscular butt with the brown thatch lifted up to reveal a smiling Candy licking her lips, cheeks wet from eating her sister's pussy. She knew right away what to do, though, opening her mouth and pulling the huge cockhead between her teeth, sealing her lips around it, and sucking.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! That's a good girl," he moaned and Candy giggled around his cock, followed by Mandy who still had her face in her sister's pussy.

Reginald blushed and stood up, his cock coming out of Candy's mouth. "Awww," Candy said in disappointment. "I wanted to suck you off."

"Come on, girls," Reggie said, grabbing his phone and taking it to the hotel suite's bedroom, putting it on the table at the end of the bed and flipping on the lights.

"Okay, girls, get on the bed, heads towards the camera. No, one on top of each other. Yeah, embrace. Just like that. Scoot forward so that..." Pause, so he could look at their pussies. "Mandy has her head hanging down. Yeah. A long kiss for the camera." The camera saw the two naked twins, shoulders together, bare arms around each other, bare tits mashed together into a four pack of boobs. Blonde hair parts on the tops of their scalps with one ponytail hanging straight down and the other folded over on top were forefront in the camera, hints of noses below. Reggie was behind the girls, putting pillows under Mandy's ass until it was pointing up at a forty-five degree angle. "Embrace each other's butts with your legs," Reggie instructed and Mandy wrapped her legs around her sister's hips while her sister just opened up hers in a split, feet on either side.

"How about this, Reggie?" Candy asked.

"Better," he said.

"Want us to keep kissing?" Candy sounded strained from holding her head horizontal. Reaching down, the big man grabbed the cheerleader's blonde ponytail and pulled her head up so she was facing the camera.

"Okay, Mandy, let your head down. Now, we've got the twin cheerleaders Mandy on the bottom and Candy on the top," he said, as if narrating. "Girls, whenever I enter you, I want you to tell them which hole."

Reggie slid his cock into Mandy's pussy, still soaking wet and still tight. "My pussy," Mandy said.

"Use your name."

"Mandy's pussy," the girl quickly corrected herself.

Another tight pussy, even wetter. "Candy's cunt." Candy laughed. "That's my name for it. Alliteration."

A tight asshole. "Unh. Candy's asshole."

Another tight asshole. "Ah! Mandy's asshole."

Reggie kept switching his cock up and down, going from pussy to asshole to pussy to asshole to asshole to pussy to pussy. Each one was either the same twin or another one. The girls were cheerily calling out each penetration as they looked at the camera.

"Okay, time to change the angle," Reggie said, and put the camera leaning against the headboard of the bed. Still holding Candy's hair, the camera got a good shot of the two girls' pussies and assholes, Candy's legs out to the side, Mandy's wrapped around her sister. Then he went back to cheerleader fuckhole whack-a-mole, the camera catching his penetrations. Only the holes below his balls were visible when he did it until he pulled up his balls so just his butt blocked the shot of the girls' 'special places.' The cheerleaders gamely kept calling out locations until he tired of the game, the girls too sounding tired. They all lay back on the bed on their backs, Reggie still filming and taking pictures with his phone held up and facing down. Reggie absently stroked his cock.

"You haven't come yet," Candy said concernedly as Reggie took a picture of her silvery bush.

"Mmm hmm," Reggie answered as he moved over to Mandy's brown one.

"We should make you cum!" Candy sat upright on the bed. "What do you want us to do?"

"Hmmm," Reggie thought, "You guys aren't - weren't - virgins. Tell me about all the times you got fucked."

The twins giggled and started recounting their exploits. They were pretty bland, Reggie thought, penis in vagina with the occasional blowjob or getting their pussy eaten.

"What's your mom look like?" he finally asked. The twins looked concerned. "Show me a picture." Mandy hesitated then pulled up a picture of their mom on her phone. Just like them, she was a bombshell. Blonde, blue eyes, curvy. Except she wasn't lean like her athletic daughters, more curvy with bigger breasts. "Would you eat your mom's pussy if I asked?"

The two girls looked at each other, obviously uncertain, then made a decision. "Yes," they said together then giggled.

"Well, maybe we won't do that," Reginald said. "Instead, take some pictures of her naked and send them to me."

"Okay!" Candy said, obviously excited at the idea of surreptitiously sending naked pics of her mother to the new love of her life.

"Now, back to getting me off," Reginald said and rolled onto his back like a watermelon. Grabbing both thighs he pulled them. "Candy got to eat ass. Now it's your turn Mandy."

"Okay!" the more demure sister said and got down on her stomach to shove her face in Reginald's fat, sweaty asscrack.

The big man felt her little tongue lick his asshole and he sighed contentedly. "Stick it in," he finally said and he could feel it probe him. "Try harder." Then he felt Mandy shoving her face in, her tongue really pushing into his rectum. "Get on top of your sister," the big man, breathing heavily, said to Candy. She giggled and was soon lying facedown on her sister's black, her own perky ass replacing the one identical to it in his vision. "Now suck my balls," Reginald grunted breathily, holding the base of his scrotum to pull them up. Candy couldn't fit both in her mouth at once so she went back and forth, guiding them with one hand while propping herself with the other. "Ugghh, yeah, just like that." Reginald stroked his cock. He could feel the tide of pleasure. He was so close. "Tell me what you're doing."

"I'm sucking Reggie's balls," Candy said in that happy singsong voice of hers.

Mandy took a quick break to say, "And I'm sticking my tongue in his ass."

"Do you like it?" he groaned.

"We love it," they said brightly in unison.

"Look at me," he commanded and he had two fresh young faces with blonde hair looking at him between his legs. He shot streams of white cum on their perky noses.

The Intern

Reginald had never fucked a virgin. His wife had had a couple of boyfriends before they met, so he had put deflowering a woman on his bucket list. It took a bit of subtle questioning and a couple of times "pumping some of his coworkers for information," but he finally succeeded in finding one at the office.

Ling Me was an intern from the local college and a Chinese national. Her soft voice, thick accent, and demure attitude all drew Reginald to her. And she was definitely a virgin. Today she was dressed in one of those Chinese dresses made of red silk with short sleeves, a short collar and a slit down one side with fasteners, then across the chest. Reginald had requested it and she'd worn it. In his little office, the doors closed and blinds drawn, the fat man had decided that he should try to get through all the races. The young woman's black hair was done up in a bun with metal pointed chopsticks in an 'X,' holding it in place. Her eyes had on blue eyeshadow and heavy black eyeliner while her lipstick was pink.

First up, he had the young woman get on her knees. She fetchingly pulled the skirt so she was kneeling on it. He told her to open his pants - she was so pliable. Pulling out his cock, her eyes got wide. "Suck it," the older man said and she looked up at him, puzzled, holding his cock and reaching her tongue out to timidly lick the bottom. "Don't lick it, suck it," he instructed and put his finger in his mouth and sucked it. Ling Me, still looking up at him, put the head of his big cock into her petite mouth and wrapped her lips around it behind the head, then started sucking noisily, like he had his finger, again timidly. She was so cute, Reginald took a picture of the teen sucking his cock. He'd learned from her coworkers - he couldn't understand her - that she had been raised traditionally and was waiting for marriage for any kind of sex. "Now lick it," Reggie said slowly and a little loudly. Her tongue was at it but it was so timid it wasn't really doing anything. That was okay, the big man thought, her mouth was hardly the main event.

Pulling her up onto her feet, Reginald was again struck by how small she was - under five feet, almost painfully slim, and not just her waist. Her hips were slim, her breasts were small. Thinking of penetrating her made his cock so hard. Unhooking her dress so it fell open from her armpit down, he was able to see her white bra and panties. As the fat man pushed her so she was sitting on the edge of his desk, he pulled her underwear down, admiring the black bush at her pelvis, so sparse. The older man had to pull the little woman's thighs up so they were on either side of him and put her butt on the edge. Rubbing the head of his huge cock with a copious load of pre-cum on her wet slit, he wondered if he would fit at all. She was soaking wet, of course. All women were as they smelled the faint flowery aroma of his new perfume.

Slowly, holding her ass with one hand, feeling her try to retreat, Reginald bore forward, his cock spreading her lips. He felt pressure - something there - and realized she had an intact hymen. "Ah!" Ling Me breathed as he tore it. She was so fucking tight. Reginald was certain he'd never been in a woman this tight, certainly his wife had never been this tight. The big man felt like his big cock was squirming into the finger of a rubber glove two sizes too small. "Aaaahhhh..." Ling Me's sigh in his ear was continuous as she held tightly onto his neck. He heard a sniffle and realized she was crying. That turned him on even more. He was taking her virginity and stretching her out and it was hurting her. Reginald finally hit the end of the tiny pussy and he was only two thirds in.

Slam! he pulled back and thrust his cock against that end. "Ah!" Ling Me cried loudly. Slam! Reggie did it again, a cruel sneer on his face. Slam! Slam! Slam! "Aaaahhhh!!!" the Chinese woman cried loudly, pain and pleasure intermixed. Reggie decided he wanted to watch. Untangling her arms from him, he lay her back on the desk. Ling Me was definitely crying, tears smearing the mascara of her slanted eyes. But she wasn't telling him to stop - not that he necessarily would have. Slam! Slam! Slam! and she was shaking her head back and forth, her arms held helplessly in front of her. The desk moved but there was no sound of flesh on flesh, the cock hitting the young woman's cervix silent on the outside.

Reaching forward, Reginald finished unhooking the girl's dress and, halting, his cock still deep inside her, the two of them got it and her bra off so she was laying naked on the fabric. Her brown areolae were big on her tits and her nipples long and rock hard. Reggie wanted to suck them, but first... He pulled out of the tortured vagina, Ling Me actually sighing in relief as he came out. Then he put his cock to the opening of her asshole. The young woman gasped in surprise as he pushed on her rectum. Her hand flying down to stop him, she started shaking her head vigorously. "No. No. No," she repeated quietly.

Holding one hip with his hand to keep her in place, guiding his cock with the other, the big man completely ignored her protests. Her hands couldn't stop him. "AAAAHHH!" she screamed as he entered her backdoor. He knew her cries wouldn't bring people but he kind of wished they would. Instead he took a picture and filmed her open mouth and tears and her visible cunt with his cock in her asshole like he was coring an apple. Once in, it was easy to thrust all the way in. Here, there was no end so he was able to slam his hips into the Chinese girl's narrow ass. Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Aaaahhhh!" Reggie groaned. He grabbed the Chinese beauty's hand and pulled it to her clit. How much of a virgin was she? But she knew how to do this and she started rubbing the nub vigorously.

And she came! His cock breaking her asshole as he totally disregarded her wishes, she still came, curling up into a ball, grabbing him around the shoulders again. Reggie fell on top of the little Asian girl, putting all his weight on her as he kept fucking her. When he started mauling one tit with his hands, she practically started to sing. His nose wrinkled. What was that? It smelled like rotting flowers. Looking over, he saw he'd accidentally knocked over the little bottle of perfume. It was all he had, a full quart, but luckily the nozzle was so small only a little puddle had formed.

Finally ready, Reginald pulled his huge cock out of the young Chinese intern's asshole and slammed it home again in her pussy. He felt he got it another inch in. Certainly, it was less tight. The fat man grinned as he thought how he had stretched her cunt. "Ugh!" was all he said as he pumped her full of jism. If she was a virgin, maybe she wasn't on birth control, he thought. The idea of breeding her made his level orgasm jump two steps. She was obviously sharing in that orgasm, shaking her head side to side and sounding like a Chinese opera.

The chemist lay on the tiny Chinese woman for a few seconds, then got up and zipped up. Automatically righting the bottle of perfume on the table, it reminded me. "Get dressed, I've got work to do," I Reggie said absently, then walked over to a little lab table. It had a quart sized glass jar of the perfume. He held it up. There seemed to be some sediment forming...

"Aaaahhh!" Reginald cried as piercing pain seemed to burrow into his neck from both sides. He turned, filled with fear, as he saw two steel points coming eyes, a furious Chinese face behind them. Then nothing more from it as pain exploded in his head. Ling Me, her dress half on, her cunt and asshole visibly leaking blood from his oversized cock, stabbed Reggie repeatedly in the neck until blood started pouring out in earnest and he collapsed. Reggie's breathing continued for a bit while the half naked Chinese woman, petite, thin, beautiful, makeup completely smeared, stalked barefoot through the puddle of blood to his desk. In all of his jars, only a pair of scissors were the closest thing to meeting her needs. The young woman straddled the corpse, her knees and shins in the blood. Her face still contorted in rage, he obviously didn't care. The scissors open, she started sawing at the thick neck, sweat pouring off of her as she used the woefully inadequate instrument to decapitate the dying chemist.

Throughout the building, Reginald's sex perfume wafted through the building. Subtle at first, barely smelled, it rolled through the big open floors past the cubicles, into the conference rooms and private offices. The susurrating sound of thighs in nylon hose rubbing together were drowned out by the normal hubbub of business. The sounds changed, typing stopping, conversations becoming low and murmured. The scent, sweet and flowery now, filled the air. The sounds were now of zippers opening, of knees hitting the floor, clothed then unclothed butts and backs on desks. Slurping of hundreds of women sucking their coworkers' cocks started to erupt. Then the slams of hips on butts, on thighs, filled the building and the smell of pussy joined the flowery perfume smell, strong now. Cries of passion drowned out all other sounds - high pitched female, low pitched male - as the smell started to turn - started to turn rotten.

The smell of rot went from vents towards the pools of still air far from them, drawing with it the sounds of high pitched screams of rage and fury. With each pair of feminine nostrils it entered, a switch was thrown. Gone was the lust, the passion, the sexual gratification. In their place was a rage, a murderous man hating rage. After mere seconds were screams and howls of pain from male voices. "Stop!" "What are you doing?!" "Fuck!" were shouted, drowned out by female roars of rage.

The women were in various states of undress, from skirts around waists or gone or fully naked, wielding pens and scissors - lots of scissors. Blunt objects - paperweights, nameplates, chairs even - could knock men out and then beat them to death. The women worked in packs, ganging up on individual men, bringing them down while their male coworkers stared in disbelief or tried to escape. Then it was to the next male. Groups of women ambushed their male coworkers at the elevators, still retaining enough presence of mind to stop the cars. They did not, however, retain enough to stop themselves from throwing their own bodies down stairwells to land on the men trying to escape there. Their attacks were surprisingly effective. Skirt suit jackets flying, bare breasts hit the backs of the men, bearing them down to the floor where they could be stabbed or, if necessary, strangled until they stopped twitching.

Private offices offered no sanctuary. Most men in them were caught by surprise by women they were fucking. Others, who had rebuffed their coworkers' advances, only had time to look up as doors were smashed open and hoards of women hit them. Those with the speed and presence of mind to lock their doors in time found their glass walls little impediment to the women, delaying their deaths only long enough to call 911 before succumbing.

When the police arrived, half the men in the building had their heads missing. Some of the women came for the male policemen. Outside, the sweet perfume first had the female cops seducing their male counterparts. Then the rotting stench turned them from pleasure to murder, made them grab their guns and shoot their male counterparts. Then the female cops started to saw on their male counterparts' heads. With guns and surprise, the body toll skyrocketed. While the stench dispersed in the outdoors, its hold on the women lasted much longer and their hordes caused a massacre in the streets.

"Packs of naked women kill and decapitate men in a four block area. News at Five," came over the television.