Incest/Taboo A Penny for Your Thoughts

It was like directing a play, or in a strange sense perhaps...like manipulating puppets, or marionettes. I held the string. It was a tiny flicker of flame, just barely there, but more than enough however. A mere twinkle of thought, and they both seemed to act upon it as though it were their own ideas in doing so. There was no "statueism" as I'd termed my made up phrase. They responded to one another easily, without qualm, without shyness...and certainly no inhibitions when doing so. So alike in many ways, yet so totally different in others. Me...laying back on the bed just watching, an audience of one, or two if you counted the other freestanding member between my legs as we lay there watching the two of them.

I didn't mind being momentarily forgotten. I had after all basically suggested it. For now, it was watching them, seeing them as they took notice of one another, exploring tenderly...at times playfully. Almost like two naughty kids playing the "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," game for the first time. Only vaguely aware I was even there as they took their time, hands, fingers, at times lips and mouths touching and exploring one another as they stood there facing one another.

Again...sort of what I'd had in mind when we'd reached the bedroom.

Carol and Susan had almost identically shaped and sized looking breasts. I'd have been hard pressed to see much of a difference between them. I vaguely fantasized about having a set like that, my collection of erotic novels sandwiched between them sitting in my bookcase at home. And though their breasts again were near mirror images of one another in that respect, their nipples couldn't have been any more different in appearance. Carol's, larger areolas most certainly, slightly darker, on the tannish side. Her nipples were much thicker as well, though perhaps not longer. Like small little gumdrops protruding off her breasts, little peaks stiffened in arousal and expectation. Susan's...far smaller, dollar-sized at best, and almost too pink, blending in with the color of her surrounding flesh that it was at first glance, very difficult in even distinguishing where her nipple left off and where the fleshiness of her breast began. Her nipples stood as well, alluringly so....taut, inviting, not quite as thick perhaps. Little spears, little erasers that needed chewing on.

Just thinking that perhaps, not even realizing I had been, and then suddenly Carol leaned over, still standing, still facing Susan, and began doing just that. Susan placed her hands on the back of Carol's head. Using her for support perhaps, or in help to hold her there, quite unnecessarily, as Carol devoured first one, and then the other back and forth. It was fun seeing her mouth and lips, kiss, suck and tenderly chew on those hard little nubbins. The mewled sounds of pleasure escaping Susan's lips as she continued doing that, her eyes closed, mouth open, tongue frequently wetting her lips in a pavlotic response to that.

"Finger her," I thought simply. "Finger that hot, slick nasty cunt."

Once again directing the play, changing up the scene a little. Laughing at myself...both, suddenly reaching, almost frantically as though fighting over who was to go first in this new act of carnal knowledge. After all, I hadn't really been specific had I? I hadn't addressed "who" first, or when. Each...now wanting to do so, like wrestlers trying to gain advantage, seeking the first hold, the first pin. Both scoring almost simultaneously, fingers now working between one another's legs. Breasts mashed together in a mutual tit-caress of epic proportions, hands strumming, fists pressed almost directly against one another as each of them worked one another in a harmonic symphony of sensual and erotic delight.

"Fuck! I'm dripping!" Susan spoke, sensing and feeling that she was perhaps, though again it was maybe my thought, split seconds ahead of Carol's own, which led her to pull Susan over to the bed now, pushing her down on it. I barely had time enough to roll out of the way.

"Lap it up," I had smiled inwardly, already seeing it in my mind's eye. Carol brazenly laying between Susan's legs. Susan on her back, legs obscenely spread, uninhibitedly inviting Carol to tongue fuck her, something I certainly knew she hadn't done since early on in her college days.

"Oh fuck! Eat me Carol! Lick my cunt, suck it...finger it, suck my clit!" She groaned audibly and loudly now, only briefly acknowledging me with a small smile, her "fuck face" already making an appearance as the pleasure she was feeling, the sensation of Carol's mouth and fingers working their magic on her made her succumb to it.

I was more than pleased when her hand snaked out, taking hold of my hard stiff cock. I hadn't directed that. It was impromptu, a thought of her own choosing, which in an interesting way again surprised and pleased me. They still had desires, wants of their own choosing, not at my own demand or direction, though I could of course throw in a few of those here and there along the way. But for now, knowing Susan needed the feel of my cock in her hand, and then eventually her mouth (again her own choice) as Carol, now vampire...feeding between the woman's legs almost hungrily brought her to the brink over and over again...without allowing her to do so.

Ok...so that one WAS my idea. But it served its purpose, driving the two of them almost frantically nuts with wanting. And giving me another curious thought, though I had no intent upon researching it, or experimenting now. But I couldn't help wondering. "How long could I cause two people to so pleasurably torture one another, and then force them to both back off, denying climax...orgasmic ecstasy, until the soul itself took charge. Even if it would...or could?

But now was not the time to find that out. I was having too much fun seeing this, seeing the two women, not all that accustomed to the explorations and pleasures of another woman, suddenly pursuing that.

And then it was Susan going down on Carol, again of their own designs and pleasures though I certainly approved and went along with it. Like I said, I was enjoying the lusty delight I saw in their eyes, even though a tiny spark seemed to enhance that, twinkling right behind that look, that pleasure...that sultry, almost primitive drunkenness as they strove to take one another to places neither of them had ever been before.

It was a pure delight to watch. Getting inside their heads, sensing those thoughts, experiencing their pleasures and feelings. That...in and of itself even more exciting and pleasurable to me than the actual physical stimulation I was periodically given in the flesh as they took turns fondling and toying with me.

Like I said. I was briefly this cunt, and then that. I felt and enjoyed the subtle nuances of each. The slightly different quiver or tingle here as opposed to there. That slickness, heat...that trickle of fluid from one, not yet the other, or visa versa. It was an entanglement of thought that at times even confused me briefly, though I was learning how to control it, sustain it, unweave or unravel it, thus keeping myself distant just enough to know it wasn't truly me, but them still separate and apart... as a side of me.

It was simple convoluted carnality that was going to take some getting used to.

But now I could sense the buildup. The explosive climatic final curtain call on the last act, the last scene. I knew that their respective orgasms would be tied into one another's at this point. One single, massive, collective bliss that would be mutually shared, simultaneously experienced and created. I had but to unravel the string holding it, keeping it in abeyance, my own firmly attached to it as well as the moment to the inevitable drew nearer. I knew then I had reached what felt like a limit...some sort of actual limit to all of this. A brilliance of white light, a bursting if you will, where suddenly all thought, all sense, all meaning became this almost blinding white light inside the mind, the soul...the spirit.

It was well over an hour before any of us could even move.

I honestly don't really remember climaxing. Well, spurting...squirting if you will. But I most certainly did. Perhaps far more than I ever had, even after days of purposely abstaining. Though dried now for the most part, all three of us seemed to be covered in drying spunk, both theirs, and my own. Even my own thoughts and visions of this were vague, fuzzy. Kneeling beside the two of them, remembering mostly, or thinking I did anyway. Not even touching my cock, nor they either as we came together. That link, that trickle of thought, the spark that danced as one spark, not three. Seeing the fountain of cum as it began leaping from the tip of my prick all by itself without help from anyone. And then in an almost abstract way, turning from that first jettison of spunk, into a blinding white light that was every orgasm I'd ever had all rolled up into one. Every ejaculation of nectar I'd ever given myself, or been given, recollected...redistributed in millisecond of time, just as theirs had been.

Pure ecstasy...in the purest of forms perhaps. But by the bewildered, almost frightened looks on their faces as sanity came back, as reality and self awareness came back to them, I knew then it had almost been too much. Too much for any of us. Even the spark had gone out. I could feel that tiny void, saw its lack of presence between their dilated eyes. And worse...I almost frantically reached for it, flicking that Bic, though no flame came, no tiny spark. I felt empty, panicked even. I tried again, felt something...and then a second or two later, the spark lit, came to life again. I almost breathed a sigh of relief feeling it. Though by now the girls were themselves looking shaken, even fearful as they tried desperately to comprehend something that the body and mind wasn't simply made to accept.

I joined them again, quickly yet carefully.

"It was the most intense orgasm ever yes...but you will see it as something far less than it actually was, yet just slightly better than anything you've ever previously experienced before. Nothing to be alarmed by, or afraid of. Just the best climax, the best bliss, the most intensely pleasurable experience you've ever had. That...and nothing more."

I too was mentally and physically exhausted now. Letting the flame go once again, this time of my own accord. But seeing the more confident smiles and looks on their faces, reassured me.

"God Brian!" Carol spoke, grinning from ear to ear as she did so. "That was...the most amazing experience of my entire life!"

"For me as well!" Susan said chiming in. "I honestly don't think I've ever had an orgasm that intense before. It was as though...as though, hell Brian, I can't even begin to explain it. I mean...I'm not even sure what you were doing, or what Carol was doing, but somehow I sensed, we all were, and then coming, actually climaxing together simultaneously! Simply put Brian...that was the best fucking orgasm of my entire life!"

We all laughed, easing the sudden tension a little. Susan had essentially said the same thing Carol had, just taking a bit more time getting around to it.

"Ditto that," I said sitting back between the two very beautiful, very satisfied women laying on either side of me.

But more importantly...I now knew what I was going to do with the rest of my life. But I also knew as I lay there fleshing it all out, I was going to need a partner. Someone I could trust, someone I could confide in, and perhaps share a few of my thoughts with, see what she might feel about all of this. I knew I'd have to convince her. But how? How much did I dare tell her, or show her even? Would she even believe me if I did? Though again other thoughts came to mind. Ways that I could. Things that existed and were performed, or believed in today. I could, and would use those to my advantage. It would make sense, partially at least. But I knew now how I could make it work, and I knew as I did so...that person, the only person perhaps, that I could convince to do this with me... was Gayleen.

Planting the tiny seed was the easy part. I had long ago learned that people were far more convincing, and convictive in their own thoughts...if they believed them. I had called Gayleen, told her about an idea I had, and wanted to bounce it off her. She could tell I was enthusiastic and excited about it, and of course readily agreed. I then took her to dinner, a nice quiet out of the way restaurant with good food, where we could talk privately and discuss my idea. As we sat looking over the menus, I initiated that little spark, planting the tiny seed, hoping that she would herself then help it to grow, bloom and burst into a floral display of her own making. If anyone would buy into it...I knew that she would.

I then let the flame wink out. From here on, I wanted her to think things through for herself, weigh the possibilities, and ask the questions I hadn't already asked or foreseen myself. No better way to prepare oneself for the inevitable scrutiny and uncertainty of something that many might see or take as being unfeasible, unacceptable, if not downright charlatan in nature. Gayleen I knew would raise those issues and doubts. But if I could convince her, I knew I could most likely convince anyone.

As we began eating, I slowly began laying everything out for her. I saw her bemused expression turn to one of honest curiosity, and then doubt, and then careful scrutiny as the questions finally came.

"Ok, yes. I've heard of Tantra meditation. Even a little bit about this "Tantra sexual energy," you've been explaining to me. I can sort of see how it works, and honestly believe that people can feel that, or do that, without actually touching one another. But you're sitting here telling me that you can take it several steps beyond that. And what about the hypnosis thing you mentioned. You said there's a little of that, only to the point where it allows someone to relax and allow themselves to open up to what you've been telling me. But you know...as well as I do Brian, people really can't be made to do anything they wouldn't normally do, no matter how open-minded or truly uninhibited they are."

"I agree with you Gayleen. I don't think people CAN be made to do anything honestly and truly against their will. Maybe hypnosis isn't the best word to be using here. Suggestive thought perhaps, just getting people to consider the possibility of actually experiencing something like this. Like I told you, it's been something I've been working on for years, studying up on, getting to understand myself how it works, how it could work. But like I told you, I now believe it will work. And I think I can prove it to you, simple suggestive thought, something that if one is already leaning towards doing, they actually might do it, given a helpful nudge, a little push in the right direction."

"Ok, let's say I believe you up to a point. I think I've proven to you I have enough of an open mind myself to at least look at the possibilities before denying the feasibility of something like this actually working. So I'll give you that much. But I also am one of those people who needs to see results, see confirmation, something concrete before I'm willing to fully commit myself."

I sat back smiling as we finished our meal. "That's why I considered telling you all this in the first place. I want you as my partner in this Gayleen. But only if you are yourself one hundred percent convinced, and are willing to support me in this. So...having said that, how about I put on a small little demonstration for you? Something that only you and I know, something that can't be rigged, or created as a hoax of some kind. Proof positive as they say."

"Like what?" Gayleen said sitting back in her chair now. Enthusiastic yes, but cautious too. Just what I needed her to be.

"So you'll trust me on the hypnosis thing then, because it's not really that...more suggestive thought like I said."

"I can't be hypnotized...but I already told you that early on. Even tried doing it a few times, but no one's ever been able to put me under as they call it. So...ok, I'll trust you in that. But you still have to convince me about the suggestive thing," she added.

"And that's exactly what I am going to do Gayleen...in two parts. The first part I'll do directly with you. The second part, will come later, which I will also explain later, after you give me your hand, and your undivided attention just for a moment."

She looked at me specutively, only for a moment, and then smiled, holding out her hand.

"Well, I guess it's safe, especially in here. Not like you can make me take all my clothes off or anything."

I laughed at that. "Well maybe not here, but hopefully later," I added accepting her hand, and then getting a slightly serious expression on my face. "Ok, you say you've got an open mind, so prove it to me. All I want you to do is literally look at me, eyes wide open, and then tell me what thought or word suddenly pops into your head, the moment after I let go of your hand. Agreed?"

I watched the little spark of flame suddenly fill the back of her eyes. Gayleen nodded her head in agreement. I let go of her hand.

"Marjorie?"

I sat back, smiling and nodding my head again.

"You're telling me, that you are the one to place, or should I say, suggest her name to me?"

"I am...and I did," I assured her.

Marjorie was the night shift supervisor where Gayleen and I both worked. She was in her late fifties to early sixties perhaps. Always a no nonsense kind of an individual, with a gruff demeanor, and a permanent scowl on her face that looked like it had been painted there. But Gayleen and I knew something that no one else did, which was part of the reason for doing this.

"What's she got to do with any of this though?" Gayleen asked, still obviously not convinced she hadn't come up with the name out of the clear blue sky all by herself, and not having anything to do with me actually suggesting it. Even if that were possible.

"Part two to all this," I smiled once again. "Edward."

"Edward?" She chuckled. Like I said, we both knew something, knew there was something even if no one else did, and especially as we were both pretty sure neither one of them had ever acted on it either.

Edward worked there too as the night janitor. A very geeky looking, very shy guy. The kind of person who was kind and considerate to everyone, and who would never hurt a fly. Neither would he ever step out and ever boldly do anything he was even tempted to do. No matter how much he may have wanted to. For quite some time now, Gayleen and I had seen him on occasion looking over at Marjorie whenever he came through the warehouse at night. He was constantly looking at her through puppy dog eyes. Easily half her age, he still found her, for whatever reason, the obvious love of his life.

Neither Gayleen nor I had thought much about it. After all, they were who they were, and certainly no match made in heaven, or even the possibility of that. Until one day, Gayleen and I saw something we perhaps shouldn't have. Which made us both rethink things...just a little anyway.

It had been after work, Gayleen and I out in the parking lot as we'd been doing for a while by then, fooling around a little, talking...just enjoying that time together. She had then realized she'd left something at her workstation she needed for the next day, we'd headed back inside hurriedly before they locked up for the night. Marjorie as usual, the last one to leave and lock up. Her car we'd noticed was still sitting there out in front, so she hadn't gone home yet. Not wanting to confront her either, we basically snuck inside with the intent to grab what she needed, and then head out again with no one being the wiser. What we saw, took us both by surprise. And we almost got caught, nearly running into her when we did. Thankfully, she was too absorbed in her own thoughts to hear us, or realize we'd actually come back in again.

What was odd about it, was to see her standing there in the shadows, peeking around a corner looking out onto the main floor where Edward was still sweeping things up. It wasn't a big thing, but it was certainly a curious thing, especially as she had her hand on her breast, obviously cupping and caressing it...watching Edward simply sweeping up. We backed out of the area just as quietly as we'd come in, and soon after left, laughing about it. Making jokes about "Marjorie" of all people, obviously getting off in a way, looking at Edward secretly, in much the same way he'd tried just as secretly whenever looking at her.

"Yeah, Edward. That's the second part of what I intend on showing you...proving to you. You and I both know, Edward would never in a million years actually approach Marjorie, right?"

Gayleen nodded her head in agreement with that.

"And would you also not agree, it would be totally and completely out of character for Marjorie to actually approach Edward directly either?"

Once again she agreed.

"Ok, so...doing what I believe I can do, if they were to actually come together with one another in such a way that you knew it had to have something to do with what I believe I can do. Which is in helping people believe in themselves, and with one another...provided that isn't something they wouldn't do otherwise. Just given the chance, the opportunity to experience the flame so to speak...that you'd be willing to believe there was something to all of this?"

"Honey...if you can figure out a way to get either one of them to actually acknowledge, or approach the other, I'll support whatever you want to do, at least initially. So...having said that, what's your plan here?" she asked mildly curious, yet obviously excited too.

"Tomorrow night, after work. I'll prove to you what I've been telling you. I'll just need a brief moment or two alone with each of them. Something I believe will be easy enough to do. After that, we'll have to wait and see. Fair enough?"

We knew that Edward drove an old beat up Ford truck with one of those even older style camper-trailers attached to it. I often wondered if he didn't in fact live and sleep in it. His truck was always the first one on the lot, and I daresay, the last to ever leave the lot as well. Always parked down at the far end, away from everyone else, it would be easy enough to keep an eye on. As for us, I told Gayleen I'd pick her up, we'd then park my car a short distance away in an adjacent parking lot, and then scurry back to hide behind a small hedge near where Edwards truck was. If things went according to plan, I was fairly certain Gayleen would have her proof, and I'd have a partner for the rest of my long-term plans and ideas.

"OK, so now that that's all settled, what say we do something about those clothes you're still wearing?"

"You are good...those were my thoughts exactly," she smiled standing as we prepared to leave.

The nice thing was, they really had been too!

We had parked my car a short distance away from where we normally parked, and then came in to work for the evening. When at last the opportunity presented itself, I asked Marjorie if she had a moment so I could speak with her. I turned to Gayleen, smiled knowingly as she smiled back, and then followed Marjorie into her office on the pretext of asking her about my upcoming performance review, to which she was all business of course as she sat down at her desk across from me. I lit the spark, saw the small flame in the back of her eyes and with more than enough privacy, statuized her. Just long enough to 'suggest' to her what I wanted to, though covering that with the thought that she'd only remember the two of us discussing my performance. Which overall really had been good, but leaving her with a sense we'd had a good discussion about it, which would also leave her in a better than average mood. It was important to get her thinking about Edward, and what I'd essentially told, or rather suggested to her, to do.

I had basically told her that she needed to be bold, and brave enough to express her feelings towards him. Though I took it even a step further than that. Telling her that throughout the day she'd begin by just thinking about him, wanting to share how she felt. But then as time went by...the more she thought about it, the more aroused she'd become, thinking about the possibility then of actually seducing him out in his truck later after work. The thought of which would of course get her more and more aroused as she considered it. With that, I stood up, having already told her that would be when she'd be herself again, and as far as she'd know and remember, we'd been having this performance conversation the entire time. I did so, seeing her perhaps smile for the first time in a long time, and went back to work.

"How'd it go?" Gayleen asked curiously as I rejoined her in boxing up orders.

"Good. Now all I have to do is speak to Edward briefly, which I will do as soon as I can get him alone for a moment too. But keep an eye on Marjorie...she's got a smile on her face for one thing, but hopefully, perhaps we'll see her eventually move off to speak with Edward at some point, and then we'll know if this is going to work or not."

Just then we saw Edward coming around the corner hauling trash out.

"There he is. Now's my chance."

I had, just before coming to work that evening, taken an old empty wallet of mine, stuck a few dollars in it as a reason for approaching him. As he neared, I stood, wallet in hand.

"Edward? Found this out in the parking lot just before coming in tonight. Didn't see any identification, but there was a few bucks in it. Thought maybe you could give this to Marjorie for me, see if she could find out who might have dropped it."

Even though we spoke, he never slowed, always busy about his work, so it was hard catching his eyes long enough to do what I needed to do. I finally did so as we stood there just outside near the large dumpster, finally turning towards me in order to accept the wallet I had supposedly found. I flicked my Bic, saw the flicker in his eyes, and held him briefly for a moment.

I have to say...for the few short moments that I shared his mind and thoughts with him, Edward proved out to be one of the most interesting individuals whose thoughts and mind I had ever had a look at.

Although Edwards mind library was small, it was uniquely organized, clean and tidy. It was an interesting way to look at people this way perhaps. Something about how they organized their thoughts maybe, privately and subconsciously. But in Edwards's case, it even looked clean too. I didn't see or feel him as being simple minded or anything, he wasn't. Smarter than he even looked, or acted perhaps. But whatever it was...he had a way of organizing things, and then keeping things extremely simple and efficient after that. The most amusing thing however, unlike everyone...he didn't appear to have any secret hidden rooms within his mind. There was but one other door leading down the pathway, which I curiously followed. Again, all this happening and taking place within mere moments of time. There didn't even appear to be a door, or if there was, it remained open, informing me as I saw it, sensed it...that whatever purpose behind this second place, was an open-book to his thoughts, how he felt, not really trying to conceal or hide them from anyone.

Edward was indeed an upfront, nothing to hide kind of a guy, which surprised me. He was the only one I'd encountered who had been.

I almost didn't go in, wanting to hurry, though again only seconds were ticking by during all this. But that second room intrigued me, so I wanted to look before planting the very simple thought I had planned on giving him.

If my thoughts had feet, they would have stumbled as I entered his special room. Once again, perhaps it was the way I had to see it to grasp and understand it, though I sensed I was seeing it the way his own subconscious thoughts handled it as well. A simple, though again clean, sturdy looking chair sat in the middle of the room. It too was labeled, an interesting curiosity. Neatly printed in large bold lettering, it read: "My naughty thoughts place." I sensed even in reading it, that the expression itself spoke volumes. There was no guilt, no disgust, no sense of it being a bad thing, or an evil or wicked thing. If anything, I wanted to smile just being there. This was simply put, the place where he could go, feel good about it, and enjoy himself. With no harm or intent against anyone, or anything. And there, all around as I looked, hundreds upon hundreds of mental images of just one person...Marjorie.

It was obvious he had no true reference as to how to honestly picture her. Only the face remained the same, though with differing looks perhaps. But the bodies were different, though general in appearance perhaps as to how Marjorie might look...naked. Medium sized breasts, though he must have imagined again hundreds of combinations of how her nipples, and to some extent the shape of her breast might look once unconfined by bra or loose fitting work shirts. In addition, her pussy too. Shaved, totally bushed...which made me laugh in seeing the various combinations of that, as well as everything in between. Obviously, Edward had spent a great deal of time thinking about how Marjorie might actually look, and had collected every image of her possible in doing that. I couldn't help wondering how often he came here and spent time actually thinking about her, and pleasuring himself in some way.

It was time to plant my thought, turn him loose and get back to work.

"Take her the wallet," I said simply. "Listen to whatever she might have to say to you, be bold and brave enough to agree to whatever that might be, and most importantly Edward, enjoy yourself."

Edward accepted the wallet, and immediately headed off to seek out Marjorie.

Gayleen and I sat watching him head off towards her office. "Ok, now we see how the suggested thoughts work," I told her with a big smile on my face. I was pretty sure they would...I mean after all. But I was curious to see if even the simple thoughts would eventually lead towards much, much more than that.

We soon found out just how much they really did.

Thirty minutes before our shift ended, Marjorie came out and announced that everyone could finish up whatever they were working on, and then leave early. It was like watching rats leaping off a sinking ship after that. It was rare that she ever did that. And especially this early, in making the announcement. As expected, everyone seemed to put things into high gear at this point, and within a very short time, began leaving work as though expecting Marjorie to suddenly change her mind for some reason. Like everyone else, Gayleen and I quickly exited as well, though heading back over towards my car, and the safety of the thick wall of hedges separating the two parking lots. There we hid, watching as everyone else cleared out of the lot until only Edwards lone beat up looking truck remained behind, along with Marjorie's car, still parked out in front of the building.

"What if...they do something inside without our being able to see, or be aware of it?" Gayleen asked.

"They won't. For one thing, Edward wouldn't feel comfortable letting that happen inside where he works. Regardless of how he feels about her...his job is too important to him to allow anything like that to happen. He'll need a separate place, a safe place. A place where he knows he can be himself. Physically, that place would be inside his own truck, baring going someplace else. As for Marjorie, I more or less "suggested" to her where they might go...after work, knowing Edward would be uncomfortable if she were to approach him like that. Trust me...it will be in his truck, eventually..."

As it turned out, we didn't have too long to wait either. Ten minutes later the two of them came out, looking a bit nervously perhaps, though ensuring the parking lot was completely devoid of any other cards before sauntering over towards Edwards truck.

"Well I'll be damned!" Gayleen chuckled quietly as we hunkered down even lower behind the hedgerow until they had both opened the door to his camper, and gone on inside.

"Come on...follow me," I whispered as we left the safety of our little spot and made our way over towards the side of his camper. One window was partially open, just enough to stand beneath, and clearly hear everything that was being said.

"What is it that you said you needed to see and talk to me privately about?" Edward was asking, though Gayleen and I both wished to hell there was some way of actually looking inside the camper without being discovered. There wasn't however, not really, thus we'd have to be content with just listening. Though that at least, was coming through crystal clear at the moment.

Just by the sound of Marjorie's voice I could tell she was excited, though nervous as she answered, him, telling him that she'd been having these thoughts...these feelings for quite some time now, and had finally decided to tell him how she felt about him, perhaps see how he felt...about her, in doing so.

Gayleen was looking at me with a surprised look in her eyes, as I looked back at her, smiling knowingly as she finally realized there was something to what I'd been telling her.

"I know I'm not pretty to look at," Marjorie had begun, and far older than you are as well Edward, but I think I've seen you looking at me too a time or two, so I thought to myself...nothing ventured, nothing gained...especially if I didn't just come right out and tell you I'd been thinking about you."

"But...but, you ARE pretty!" He stammered almost defensively. "So don't say that. And...and...I think about you too!" He told her, now almost as excitedly as she sounded. "All the time in fact!" He then added to that hurriedly. I wish I could see the expression on his face, and hers as a brief moment of silence followed. I could almost see him blushing, and she too for that matter, as the realization of what they'd just told one another finally sank in.

"You do? And what do you think about Edward, whenever you think about me?" She was now asking, her voice taking on a sultry tone to it.

Once again, we could hear his shy, someone reserved response to that, just imagining him standing there, shuffling his feet, looking down at his shoes perhaps.

"Just...just stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Again a pause, more feet shuffling perhaps as I tried holding in a chuckle. "Go on Edward...tell me. Tell me what you've been thinking, and then I'll tell you what I've been thinking. And here's a hint...I've been thinking naughty thoughts...about you. There, I said it...now it's your turn to tell me."

"Nau...naughty thoughts?" He asked curiously excited now. Obviously. "You...you have? About me?"

"Yes I have Edward. So...now it's your turn. What kind of thoughts have you been having about me?"

"I've ah...I've ah...been having naughty thoughts about you too," he told her boldly, once again pleased that he had. His self confidence hopefully bolstered perhaps in having done so, as I had again suggested he might.

"What kind of naughty thoughts Edward? Thoughts about these?" She asked.

"Fuck I wish we could see what was going on," Gayleen whispered into my ear, though I agreed with her. Still...we were both getting a pretty good idea of what was actually taking place inside his camper, even if we couldn't see anything.

"Oh my," Edward moaned. "Ah yes...those, and...and other stuff too," he added now sounding even more excited than he had been.

"So you've been thinking about my tits then. Wondering what they looked like maybe?" She asked. He must have been nodding his head, as we heard no real answer to that. "And what about this?" She then added. We again could only guess as to what she was indicating, until she helped clarify that just a little. "You think about my cunt Edward?"

"Your....your what?" He asked.

"My cunt baby, my pussy...this."

"Oh, didn't know that's what that meant," he told her honestly. She giggled at that, not laughing at him, though obviously surprised he didn't know what that had meant.

"You do know what pussy means though right baby?" She asked almost teasingly. Again no verbal answer, though her giggle told us he must have told her in some way that he did. "Cunt...is just another really naughty way of saying pussy," she said. "Go ahead baby...say it, say cunt."

"Cunt," he responded.

"Now say tits. You do like looking at my tits yes? Do you like my nipples? The way they're shaped?"

"Yes," he moaned rather deeply, audibly...and the added the simple word, almost in a whisper. "Tits...boobies...breasts," he then added to that, suddenly enjoying the naughty game they were now playing.

"That's it! Yes...tits, titties, boobies, breasts, knockers, fun bags," she laughed, as he now did. "Are you...are you aroused Eddie?" she now spoke, using a form of his name perhaps, though I don't think anyone had ever referred to him that way. "Are you horny? Like I am?"

"Uh huh."

"Let me see. Let me see how horny you are Eddie. Let me see...your cock."

Again, more silence, but then Gayleen and I both heard Marjorie gasp.

"Oh my god Edward! Holy fucking shit! Your...your...fuck, your cock is huge!" She suddenly exclaimed.

"It is?"

"Jesus baby! Don't you know that?" She asked almost incredulously. "That's the biggest fucking prick I have ever seen!"

"It is?" He said again, a bit more confidently this time.

"Oh yeah, BIG time. And you know what I want to do to that?" She now asked, and then answered before he could. "I want to suck it...and then I want to fuck it. You do know what that means don't you Eddie? That I want you to put that big fat fucking cock of yours all the way up inside my cunt?"

"Really? Inside you? You...you'll let me, let me be nasty inside you?"

"Nasty hell babe....fucking dirty nasty. Say it baby....tell me you want to fuck me. Tell me you want to fuck my wet, hot, juicy slippery cunt. Say it baby, I want to hear you say it."

"I want to fuck your naughty, nasty...hot...juicy...slippery...cunt!" He almost bellowed, chuckling excitedly now.

"And you will...but first sweetie, come over here, lay down on your bed here while I suck on it for a bit."

"Ok, don't laugh," Gayleen told me. "But this is making me damn fucking horny too!" She whispered once again. She then unzipped her jeans, pulling them down her legs. As usual, she wasn't wearing any panties beneath. I then unzipped as well, stepped behind her as she leaned against the side of the truck, hands extended bracing herself as I placed the head of my own dick against the slick wet furrow of Gayleen's pussy.

"Oh...fuck!" Edward wailed loudly from inside.

"You like that huh?" Marjorie questioned. "Never had your cock sucked before?"

"No!" He whimpered softly this time. "Never...never anything," he then informed her.

"Really? You mean to tell me, you've never...you're still a virgin?"

More was said, though we couldn't quite hear it. It was still very erotic though, standing there just below the window, my cock sliding slowly and smoothly in and out of Gayleen's equally wet hot pussy as we stood there listening to them.

"Oh baby! That's ok...don't worry about that. It happens to everyone, especially their first time!" Marjorie suddenly exclaimed, the sounds of Eddie's obvious mind-blowing orgasm having taken place just seconds ago. "We'll just wait...take some time, but I'm pretty sure..."

There was a long pause this time.

"Holy shit. You're still hard! Way hard!" She exclaimed.

"I usually am, until after the third, or forth time," he told her.

"Excuse me? Forth time? How...how often do you jerk off anyway?" She now asked him.

"Every day. Usually twice in the morning, then twice again around lunch...in here usually," he added almost shyly. And then sometimes, but not always, two or three times just before bed."

"You...you mean, you're actually telling me then, you...you cum every time? You do this every day?"

"Most every day yes. And yes...I do, doesn't everyone?"

"Oh honey. You just made my day baby. Now get over here, let me show you what it actually feels like to make love to another woman. You ready for that?" She giggled again. "Never mind...I can see that you are."

Gayleen managed to have a semi quiet little orgasm of her own, and then felt me as I neared my own, suddenly spinning around, taking me into her mouth, stroking me, sucking me. "Think you can manage a second one yourself? After we get back to my place?" She asked.

"Count on it," I assured her. And then poured a nice thick load down her sucking throat as we stood there listening to Marjorie as she quite erotically, took Eddie's cherry from him.

We made it safely back to the car, got in, and then burst out laughing.

"So...Eddie...or rather Edward," she said, as we both knew we could never dare call him that ourselves. "And Marjorie...are now an item maybe?"

"Count on it," I assured her. "Though I am sure they'll still be careful around one another at work. But...I think it's safe to say...they're about to have the best night of their entire lives, out there together, in the back of Edwards old beat up truck. So...now do you believe me when I say I think I have a gift? Something we can do something useful with to help others?"

"Yeah...maybe you do. Maybe you've convinced me you can. So now what? Where do we go from here? What do we do?"

"Well...the first thing is. We go back to your place and fuck. Until morning at least. After that, you and I are going to make a few phone calls, invite some friends over, a very informal party, where I am also just as sure, we can convince them to invest in this idea."

"Good luck with that," she told me. "But we'll worry about the financial aspects of all this tomorrow. Like you said...AFTER you've fucked me all night," she grinned as we drove out of the parking area with the lights off until we were safely out of sight from where Marjorie and Eddie, no doubt continued on fucking...as they obviously would be after having heard about Eddie's talent.

"No worries there either, trust me," I assured her.

The truth is. I could have perhaps just gone into a bank, maybe even robbed it, it might have been easy enough to do given my newfound gift. But as I'd maintained all along. I didn't wear a black hat, didn't consider myself to be a really dishonest individual. Of course, I didn't wear a pure white hat either, a bit more on the light gray side perhaps. But I also knew...for those who I could convince, without too much prompting, I'd ensure...were well compensated afterwards for having done so. With that being said, once we had the funds I figured we'd need...we'd then go looking for a nice place to set up shop.

And I had just the place in mind too. Now all we needed was to convince the owners of the resort to sell the place to me. I was fairly confident they would too. And I would make it more than worth their while in doing so.

Things were looking up. There was a whole new future ahead of me, ahead of us perhaps. And I was more than anxious to get things rolling on it.

But not before...fucking Gayleen's brains out. I was really looking forward to doing that too!​