title
stringlengths 2
67
| views
uint64 0
10.3M
| rating
float64 0
5
| id
uint64 0
2.23M
| tags
sequencelengths 0
10
| content
stringlengths 15
5.98M
|
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
Hotel Club Ch. 02 | 36,960 | 4.75 | 1,471,567 | [
"shemale",
"anal",
"cumplay",
"spanking"
] | I woke the next morning in the unfamiliar city, not having slept well from the combination of the long flight, and the crazy evening with the Amazon Cindy. I had never sucked a cock before, and I'd not even had anal sex before, yet last night I sucked a she-male's cock and pumped a giant load of my cum in her ass. All these firsts; it was too much to consider that morning.
I went to the office site and although it took me a while to get up to speed, I was able to start working at my regular pace. The customer was pleased with the work so far, and was pleased to be able to put a face to my name. We got along well, and she asked me if I liked the hotel where I was staying.
With a straight face, I said "Yes, it was really good. I slept okay, you know that first night is always a treat."
She nodded knowingly. "They have some sort of special club over there I've heard. You should ask about it."
"Oh?" I asked, feigning surprise. "What kind of club?"
She shrugged but I caught the scent of a lie. "Not sure. I've never been there. I've only heard about it, you know, from some other people. I guess it's pretty exotic," she concluded.
"Huh. I'll ask, I guess," I said as I did my best to look uncertain. "I'm not much for clubs these days, though."
She laughed. "Honey, none of us are, but like I said, it's supposed to be some special attraction for that hotel. That's why I suggested you stayed there! Maybe you could get in and tell me all about it!"
"Yeah, we'll see," I agreed easily.
By the time I got back to the hotel, it was nearly six and I was just about exhausted. I was hungry, though, so after going to my room and freshening up, I went into the hotel bar and ordered a drink and a meal. I chose a small booth off to the side where I could see the television. It was a novelty to see Monday Night Football on so early, and there was a television in my booth, so I watched as I ate in silence.
"There you are! I hoped that I'd see you again!" a deep but female voice said. I looked up and there she was in all her glory. Cindy. This night she was wearing a simple sundress. She looked really good, with nice boobs and nice legs. If I didn't know what she was packing under that dress, I'd be fetched.
"Hi Cindy," I said. "What's going on?"
"I came here looking for you, hoping to find you. About...maybe one in five guys come back to this bar. Now," she asked in a higher-pitched tone, "I never know if they come back just hoping that I show up again, or they come back because they don't want to go elsewhere. But a girl can hope, you know?" she smiled prettily at me.
"Well, you found me," I parried, "although I'm not sure what shape I'm in, or how I feel about...things," I said evasively.
She slid into the booth across from me without asking. She smoothed her skirt, and looked all the world like she was just another pretty businesswoman at a dinner with a work traveling companion. I was struck by the dichotomy of it - that she could be so different sexually yet project an air of normal femininity. "How do you feel?"
I forked a piece of food into my mouth and chewed slowly. It was a diversion for me to think. The truth was, I didn't know. For certain. I swallowed and replied. "I'm not sure yet."
"What did you think this morning?"
"Confused, a little. But not...not, um, not repelled, I guess is the word."
"Repelled? That's a harsh word. I'm glad I did not repel you!" she said with a soft smile. "Did the recollection of last night entice you?"
I looked steadily at her for maybe thirty seconds, admiring her face, memorizing it. "Yes," I finally admitted. "There were two firsts for me last night, I have to say that, outside of the atmosphere of that club, that I found both...appealing."
"Oh?" With a bright smile, she leaned forward. I could not fail to notice how her large breasts rested on top of the table. "What were the two firsts, and why did you find them appealing?"
"Um." It was hard to say it out loud. "Well, uh, going down on you."
She interrupted in a whisper. "You mean sucking my she-male cock?" she said.
"Well, yeah," I replied in a shy tone. I felt my face heat up and knew that I was blushing.
"Aww. You're blushing. That's cute. What was the other?"
"Anal."
"You've never had anal sex before?"
"No, never."
"Well," she said leaning forward to continue her whisper, "you certainly did a terrific job of filling my ass with your cum!"
I shifted a little in my seat. My penis was alerted to this sexy vixen sitting across from me, and it was rising to attention. "Um...thanks?" I said rather sarcastically.
"Don't be a snide little bitch," she warned me. "You liked it," she added snottily.
"Yes, I did," I sighed. I've never been able to fight well against pretty women and that seemed to extend to those who had male bits instead of lady bits.
"What else did you like?"
I shrugged then. "I can't say much else, you know? It was an erotic atmosphere."
"Yes, it's always that," she said sitting back a little. I noticed how her hand dropped to the swell of her chest. "I like you Roger," she said softly. "You're honest. I can tell."
You can't tell that much, I thought guiltily, as the fact that I was married popped into my head. It was almost like she read my mind, as her soft hand slid over mine and her fingers played with my wedding ring.
"You're honest enough," she amended. "And you're here and she's not. And she's a woman and I'm a she-male. Nothing matters anyway," she concluded.
"I suppose."
"Will you buy me a drink?"
"Yes."
"Do you want it here, or would you prefer it up in your room?" Her eyes bored into me, dazzling, bright, intense eyes suggesting all manner of delights. My penis was now standing at full attention.
I gulped. "How about a bottle of wine?" I suggested. "With two glasses."
"Tell you what," she smiled now that she had won, "I'll even get the bottle. I know the bartender!" she said and slid out of the booth. I paid the waitress on the room tab, and then waited until Cindy returned with the bottle and two glasses; my erection had subsided enough that I was able to leave the booth and walk normally.
We walked to the elevator and rode up to my eleventh floor room. She walked beside me down the hall to room 1117. "Here we are," I said quietly.
A sense of confusion had settled over me again. Confusion at betraying the last thin cords of my marriage. Sexual confusion, to be sure. Yet Cindy's allure was so powerful that it felt right to open that door and guide her in. I closed the door behind me.
She had opened the bottle already and poured two generous glasses of wine. She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed primly, and patted the open spot next to her. "Sit down, Roger, relax. Take your shoes off. Enjoy yourself. There are worse things than spending time with a pretty woman," she said.
I took the glass and sat. "You're right." I sipped the wine. For courage? I don't know, but as we talked quietly about other things, like life in San Francisco, and life where I lived, the wine was consumed, and after maybe an hour the bottle was empty. We were still just sitting next to one another on the foot of the bed.
"It's too bad that the club is closed on Monday nights," Cindy said.
"Yeah, that was hot," I said.
"Any part in particular?" she wanted to know.
Fuck it. "When she was behind him, unzipping his pants, taking his big cock out and stroking it. For some reason that reach-around handjob has always seemed so sexy to me."
"Oh really?" she grinned. "So at least I know my opening move, huh?"
"Well, yeah," I said. At that moment I had brought my face up and turned it towards her. She was already looking at me, and our gaze met. It was a hot, smoky, steamy gaze, full of promise and lust and need. She gave me the tiniest wink and I moved in, and our mouths opened. The kiss was warm, wet and hot, and resulted in my cock stiffening almost immediately.
Cindy's hand found it, and she moaned softly into the kiss. The vibration on our tongues was pleasurable, and her light fondling through my clothes was very arousing and pleasurable. She did her best to grip it, and that resulted in me finally sighing.
"Stand up," she said softly after breaking the kiss. "Let's see if I can give you a third 'first'!" she grinned. I did, and her hands wrapped around my waist, and she locked her hands over my stomach. She pulled me tightly against her body and I was first surprised by her considerable strength. I felt the hardness of her she-male cock bulging between the cheeks of my ass, and I wiggled my hips back into her.
"You feel my cock, Roger?" she cooed into my ear. She was as tall as me, and when she put that massive mane of hair of her head around my ear, all that hair cascaded all over the place. It was soft and fragrant, and her breath hot and sexy on my earlobe. "You like my big, thick cock?" she purred.
I moaned as her hands moved from the waist clench and found my khaki pants. She deftly unbuttoned them, and they fell to the floor, and my erection poked out of my boxer shorts. Her touch was delicate and light, and first she only encircled my hot shaft at the base. Her slow stroke from base to head left me moaning and my legs quivering from the power of the sensations; adding to it was the fact that her hard cock was poking against my ass.
"Does this turn you on, Roger?" she purred softly again. "A big she-male stroking your nice, thick cock? Hmmm?"
"Yes it's turning me on!" I moaned. She used maybe only three fingers but it was enough. The heat of the palm of her hand burned against my rigid shaft and the heat added to the pleasure.
"Imagine if we had any lube," she said.
"I have some," I admitted.
"Oh? Get it," she ordered. I stepped out of my pants and walked into the bathroom; in the bottom of my kit I stored some sexy goodies that I brought with me. I got the lube and brought it back to her.
She had climbed onto the bed, on all fours, looking at me. "Rub my ass, Roger. You tease me now. You play with my thighs and run your hands up them and over my ass. Lift my skirt up and expose my ass to you," she said in a needy tone. She wiggled her bottom for good measure.
After putting the lube down, I positioned myself behind her. I put my hands on the back of her ankles, and ran them slowly up the shapely, muscular calves and over the back of her knee, and then slowly up her thighs. They were soft and warm, and above the top line of the stockings, where bare flesh met flesh, she shuddered. I continued pushing my hands up over her bottom, feeling the soft sexy material of her panties, and with it her dress bottom lifted. The pale yellow panties under her pretty dress looked fetching. I was fetched.
"Spank me, Roger. Spank me and call me a bad girl," she moaned. I could not resist, and turned to the side a little to deliver several quick spanks. There was a loud crack as the skin hit skin, but I did not deliver it with enough force to leave any marks. Just enough to redden the exposed skin of her flesh butt.
"Oh I love it when my guy spanks me!" she squealed. "It makes my cock throb!" she moaned. "Are you throbbing, Roger?" she asked.
"Yes!" I moaned back, resuming the slow massage of her thighs. From butt to knee and back again, and at the top I gave her a few more spanks.
"Oh yes!" she squealed in delight. "That's hot, Roger, that's so hot!" I did it a few more times, and then she rolled over and stood up aside the bed, and in one swift motion removed her dress from her body. She was wearing a full lingerie getup, the matching panties and bra and stockings. The breath was sucked out of me entirely; the sight was legendary. She was exactly the type of woman I lusted after in my fantasies, the full, thick-bodied and heavy-breasted woman of my dreams...with a big, thick cock to match. I knew I had never seen a sexier sight.
She sauntered over to me, and put both hands on my shoulders, and turned me around. She clenched me tight with one hand around my waist, trapping her turgid erection between our bodies. She used the other to open the lube, and pour the cool, thick fluid over my raging erection, and then her hand began stroking me lightly again.
"Oh fuck oh my god oh god," I moaned uncontrollably. Everything about it exploded my need - her arm trapping me tight against her body, her boobs pressing into my back, her cock nestled between the cheeks of my ass, and her hand, her hand and its slow, mind-blowing stimulation of my cock. Nothing had been better; fantasies were not as good as real life, I realized.
She pulled me even tighter against her body. "You're really loving this aren't you Roger?" she cooed.
"Yes!" I admitted with delight. "It feels so good, all of it."
"Even my cock against your ass?"
"Yes!" I moaned again.
She put her mouth next to my ear again, and delivered her next lines in a breathy whisper. "I'm going to take your boxers off soon, Roger. And then I'm going to take my panties off. And you'll feel my thick cock pressing against your asshole."
I quivered as uncontrollable lust imprisoned my body and mind; that was answer enough for her.
She released the clench but not my cock, and I felt her step away. I did not want to look. She then tugged at my boxers, lowering them from my body. "Feel this, Roger," she said. The pressure of her hot, throbbing cock against my asshole triggered another rush of lust.
"Push it, Cindy, push it against me."
"You want my cock in your ass, Roger?" she asked.
"Yes! Fill my ass with your gorgeous she-male cock, fuck me, Cindy, fuck me!"
"I've never heard better words!" she chuckled. She used generous amounts of lube, and then held my hips firmly with her hand. She used the other to guide her beast, and the thick head was pressed against my tight asshole. The lube made it easy for it to push in but then its girth was met by my body's resistance. "Shhh, relax," she advised as she pushed harder.
I reached back and grabbed an ass cheek, spreading it wider for her. "Go ahead," I whispered. "I can't wait to feel that cock in my ass!"
She shoved; her cock penetrated fully; I howled in pain. We stood there for a few seconds until the sensations of the penetration died down, and then she began sliding it out. "Oh my...god..." I moaned. She used more lube, and slid it back in balls deep. I felt like had a massive sausage stuffed up there. After withdrawing and adding yet more lube, she pushed in again.
Between my legs, my cock felt impossibly hard and yet funny, like I had to pee, as her cock slid past my prostate. It was a new sensation, not good nor bad, but all the same added to my slide into pure lust.
"There we go," Cindy finally said. "And now, for a good ass-fuck!" she said. Both hands gripped my hips, and then I was treated to a muscular, powerful slam of her hips, driving that beast deep inside of me. All I could do was whimper, but I didn't want her to take it out.
She began thrusting hard, deep and rough. My cock leapt, driven forward and back from Cindy's hard actions. Her balls slapped against my ass, meeting my swaying balls. Cindy's breathing picked up pace quickly. "Oh god Roger I'm gonna cum!" she moaned. "I'm gonna fill your asshole with my hot sticky cum, Roger, oh Roger I'm cumming!!"
The final thrust was almost the most painful of them all, but then I felt the pulsating of her cock and my insides felt thick and slippery as I was filled with shemale cum. Nothing had felt better, and then nature took its usual course, and her cock went flaccid and slipped out. She was behind me, and slurped up the cum with gusto. "I love eating my cum from a man's ass," she moaned, spreading my legs to get better access. The sensations were pleasurable, not as great as having my ass filled with her cock, but pretty damned good anyway.
Done, she made me sit back down on the bed. She knelt on the floor in front of me. "I'm going to make you cum in my mouth, Roger," she told me. "I'm not going to swallow your huge, thick load. As soon as I'm filled up, I'm coming up for a big kiss and you're gonna share eating your own cum."
"Good, do it, hurry, I need to cum!" I moaned. At that moment, nothing in the world sounded more appealing.
The amazon took my cock into her mouth again, and as she had the night before, teased it to girths I'd never experienced. It felt huge, thick, and just bursting with cum, and then finally the orgasm arrived. I cried out loudly as my cock jetted streams of thick, gooey cum into her waiting mouth. She put her hand on my cock and jerked fast, getting every last drop out, and then she stood up.
The cum was dripping from the corners of her smiling mouth. She put both hands on my head, and brought her face to mine. I didn't care, and opened my mouth; she slippery mess slid from her mouth to mine, and mixed with her tongue and kiss and I swallowed and it was glorious, it was the best tasting thing ever. We kissed and kissed, and she pushed me back onto the bed and climbed atop me, still kissing. I wrapped my arms around her thick, strong body and pulled her close to me, enjoying the pressure of her bodyweight on me, pushing me into the bed.
Finally, the kiss broke and she rolled off of me. "That was some kiss, honey," Cindy said in admiration. "You're pretty good for a first-timer."
"It's gotta be you, Cindy. I've never been like this before."
"Hmmm." She smiled prettily at me. "I'd like you to do one more thing for me?" she asked nicely, her fingers tracing gentle lines over my face.
"Sure."
"Wear these panties until I see you again tomorrow night?" she suggested.
"With pleasure."
"Don't masturbate into them," she warned.
I grinned. "I won't. I think I'll be falling right to sleep."
"Perchance to dream?"
"One can only hope."
"Tomorrow, then, same time, same place." She dressed and left; I fell into a deep, satisfied sleep...wearing her pale yellow panties. |
Fourteen Days | 41,775 | 4.75 | 805,892 | [
"valentines",
"letters",
"history",
"ball"
] | *Authors Note: This story is for the Valentine's day contest. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to MrsWolf for coming on board as a beta/proof reader for me. \~ellie*
\*
Kristy groaned, true to what the weatherman had predicted the last week of January had been hot enough to melt a person caught in the sun leaving them in a puddle on the sidewalk. She struggled to come to terms with the fact that, going by what had happened in recent years, the heat wave would last at least until Valentine's Day. Two more weeks she grumbled. She didn't care really all that much; she would rather be too hot than too cold; she reminded herself of the news last night where she had seen extreme blizzards closing down towns in Canada and the States. She had always wanted to visit Canada, but not at this time of the year she grimaced.
It was too hot to stay in bed even though it was Saturday so she got up and had breakfast before tackling some of the usual weekend cleaning that couldn't wait, like her laundry. Once the main things were done, she showered thinking that it might be nice to take up the offer of lunch and a movie her friend had made earlier in the week. She knew it was a mercy invite, but the thought of sitting in air conditioned comfort rather than cleaning her apartment in the stifling heat held a lot of appeal. Her friends tried consistently to get her out of her small apartment and back into some sort of normal social life, but she hadn't felt ready to face the world until recently.
She had been single for six months and had only, started going out again with her friends since New Year's Eve when they dragged her out to party and despite herself she had a good time and no one mentioned the disastrous end of her engagement to Damian. It was her resolution so-to-speak, to start accepting social offers from that night on.
She had taken the break up with her long term boyfriend badly and after three years why shouldn't she have been devastated when his pregnant 'other girlfriend' appeared on her doorstep asking Kristy to leave her man alone. The horror of the moment still haunted her dreams at times. The girl had not been pregnant, and Damien had claimed it was nothing more than a drunken one night stand, so she had tried to work it out with him and save all the work she had put into planning their wedding. In the end, though, she no longer trusted the man she had planned to marry and broke off their engagement moving out of the house they shared in favour of a small apartment and a fresh start. Here she was months later finally making that fresh start, she chided herself.
She picked up her phone and called her friend, Tabitha, and asked if the invitation to lunch and a movie was still open. Tabitha was thrilled to hear from her and told her where to meet the group of girls who were also going. Tabitha would come and pick Kristy up, so she didn't have the chance to back out at the last minute as she did so often. Kristy laughed and agreed. Hanging up she went to get dressed. She wasn't known to be a trend setter, but she had always been seen as having a sense of style. She took pride in having a versatile wardrobe that to others seemed bigger than it actually was because of her ability to mix and match and accessorise well. She enjoyed dressing up and lately it seemed It was only for work that she bothered to put on make-up anymore.
She had just finished putting the final touches to the barely discernable make-up she favoured when there was a knock at her door. Checking her watch she found it hard to believe Tabitha had arrived so quickly, so she hurried to the door to find out who it was.
Kristy found no one there, but a small box sat before her door. She picked it up reading the label, she hadn't ordered anything recently that she could remember, and she looked at the box curiously as she went back inside her apartment. Sitting on the sofa she tore at the packaging eager to find what it held. She must have ordered something, but this was like getting a surprise present she grinned happily. The plain white box was about the size of a cigar box, and she frowned looking for a label of some sort to show where it had come from.
Sliding the lid off the box, she found a card and a sheet of glow in the dark stickers in the shape of stars. She remembered having some when she was a little girl. Her father had fashioned them into constellations for her that told of her favourite fairy tales. She had been trying to find another set for years and thought they didn't make them anymore. She smiled at the precious memory of special times spent with her father in her childhood as she looked at the card. It was a print of Van Gogh's Starry Night and gave no indication why it had been sent to her. She opened the card scanning to the bottom but rather than a signature she found only the line. "From your Valentine."
Going back to the top she read the short message carefully:
"Two Weeks Notice. February 1st Star light Star Bright First star I see tonight I wish I may I wish I might Have the wish I wish tonight I wish you would be my Valentine."
Kristy burst out laughing, just as Tabitha walked through her still open doorway. "It was you wasn't it," Kristy accused.
"Of course it was," Tabitha said blithely, "So what exactly have I done now?"
Still laughing Kristy handed her the box and card, "I am just gonna grab my bag, and I'll be ready to go." She walked into her bedroom leaving her friend with the stars and the short note.
"Ooooh," Tabitha called from the living room, "You have a secret admirer. I am so jealous!"
"Pfffft," Kristy made a derisive sound, "If it's not you then it's probably someone playing a joke on me for becoming a hermit.
"I dunno, it looks like a man's writing to me. Big strong hand, pressing too hard on the pen," Tabitha teased her.
"Let's go," Kristy said rolling her eyes at her friend.
The lunch carried on through the afternoon as the small pub they went to slowly filled with friends and acquaintances of the small group of girls. It had started with Tabitha wanting an extra glass of wine that she worried would put her over the limit, and she called her brother to see if he would come and drive her car home.
Darren, or Jumpy as they all called Tabitha's brother, wasn't a drinker. Having been a binge drinker in his younger days, he had since sworn off all alcohol claiming he had developed an allergy. He arrived with his mates and the place filled up from there. They gave up on the idea of a movie and stayed at the pub right through dinner time. Surprising herself, Kristy had a great time, and it was after midnight when Darren helped her up the stairs to her apartment and made sure she was okay.
"You're such a sweetie, Jumpy. I don't know why some lucky girl hasn't taken you off the market already," Kristy slurred.
"I'm fussy," he shrugged. "I like what I like, most girls aren't what I like."
Kristy frowned at him, "Hey, speaking of like. Who was that hunky dude Tab left with?"
"Greg, they have this on again off again thing when they get drunk. Convenience of proximity I think," he grinned helping her to get into bed. "Where is your spare key so I can let myself out and lock the door.
"Margie has it, number three," she mumbled waving her hand around, "just close it, it will lock itself," she added before rolling over and falling asleep.
He left a large glass of water and two headache tablets he had found in the bathroom beside her bed before he left, locking the door on his way out.
\*\*\*\*\*
Kristy was the type of girl Darren liked. She was smart, independent and easy to look at but still needing someone to look after her now and then, she wasn't fierce like his sister and he often wondered about their friendship. He had secretly been happy that Tabitha had called him and told him she had managed to get Kristy out of her apartment to party. He had seen her slowly come back to life at the new year's eve party they had all attended, once she realised no one cared about what happened with her ex.
Darren had been waiting wondering how long he should wait before asking her out, having seen her shoot so many others down in their attempts over the last couple of weeks. As he drove back to the house, he shared with Tabitha he considered that she also thought of him as an older brother and that could create problems in itself. They had grown up together ; their parents had been friends, and they had all gone to the same school and he had looked out for her as an extension of Tabitha. While he could see her for the grown up beauty she was, he worried that she wouldn't see him as more than just an adopted big brother who would take her home and put her to bed when she was drunk without trying anything with her.
He considered asking her out for Valentine's Day. "What's the worse that could happen?" he asked himself. "She could freak out and give you the brother for life kiss of death, that's what" he gave himself the answer. He called himself a chicken and gave himself more advice as he arrived home and stalked through the house to his room.
\*\*\*\*\*
The following morning Kristy awoke to the insistent ringing of her phone. Pulling a face, she swung her legs from her bed and looked around for the source of the noise. He eyes landed on the glass of water and headache tablets silently thanking Jumpy as she gulped them down and finally stood when her phone began to ring again.
Finding her bag where she had dumped it the night before, she grabbed up her phone and answered it with a croaky, "Hello mum."
"Yes I am alive.... No, I am quite well. I just went out with the girls last night and didn't get home til late... Just some girlfriends nothing exciting... No, I don't want to come over, I will be fine without air conditioning... Yes, I will call if I change my mind... I still have some laundry to do and a movie I want to watch.... Yeah, I will still come for dinner Wednesday night... Okay... See you then."
Kristy threw the phone to the coffee table without checking her messages and curled up on the lounge closing her eyes once again. When she woke again, the sun was high in the sky and her apartment felt like a sauna making her feel sticky with sweat. In an effort to cool down, she went and stood under a cold shower before slipping on a light cotton dress and sitting in front of a small fan as she watched an old movie she had bought some time ago and never got around to watching.
As the afternoon turned to evening, Kristy finished her laundry and after eating a light snack checked the messages on her phone. Jumpy had called. He really was a sweetie Kristy thought to herself. He is probably just checking on my hangover, she sent him a text to say she felt dreadful and was going to bed early. Laughing as the return message just said, "good". He probably meant that it was good that she felt dreadful, and she poked her tongue at her phone. She went to bed early with her book promising herself never to drink so much again.
Kristy's week started off like any other week. She ran the front office and show room of a small firm that imported marble and stone from Italy. There was a small workshop behind the building where artisans and masons would shape and polish the blocks for use in kitchens or bathrooms and on some occasions, though not often enough for Kristy's liking, sculptures and fountains. She loved the cold feel of the marble and granite blocks even in their raw state but more than anything she loved the myriad of colours and patterns they held. The guys in the workshop would often polish up small pieces from the off-cuts to create pebbles for her and Kristy had amassed quite a collection both at work and home.
On Wednesday, she had been inspecting several blocks of rose-coloured granite with the owner when the buzzer sounded letting her know someone was in the show room. She hurried back in to find a courier who handed her a parcel and just as quickly left. Kristy took the box to her desk and sat down. Opening it, she found a smaller object wrapped in bubble wrap within the cushion of packing beads. Opening this second layer she stared at the glass orb within it lay a beautifully crafted glass bird. The hand blown bird was predominantly white with shades of grey swirled into it, and she set it carefully on her desk rummaging in the box for some kind of note to say who it was from. Eventually coming up with a card, she looked at the front; it was an Asian style ink and brush illustration of a bird soaring like you might see on Chinese porcelain or the like. Opening the card she read.
"5th February. Day 10 Following signs from birds is a practice made from ancient times, probably since Greek and Roman times. But according to the myth, the sight of the first bird by an unmarried woman on Valentine's Day decides the character of her husband to be. This means that if a young girl saw a particular bird on Valentine's Day, then she would marry a particular type of man! This idea most likely generated in the middle ages, when it was believed that birds chose their mates on Valentine's Day leading to the idea that boys and girls would do the same.
Be my Valentine"
Unable to stop herself Kristy pulled up Google and did a search. She laughed as she read some of the information she had found. Finding a seemingly credible folklore site in the UK she read through a few of the bird definitions: Bluebirds were men of laughter; Blackbirds denoted men of the cloth, robins meant a man of the sea. She looked again at the white and grey glass bird wondering if it would translate to the birdlife in Australia. A gull meant the man would travel a great deal for work; a dove equaled a man of kindness; a pigeon was a man who would return to his childhood home. It was so hard to tell what the little glass bird actually represented but going by colour it did not look all bad to her. It wasn't a goldfinch denoting wealth, but she could live with the definitions she had found of white and grey birds. She liked the final words of the webpage, "Another myth, related to this one is that if a young girl sees a hen and a cockerel together on Valentine's Day then she will marry soon. No wonder farms were popular places amongst young girls on this day!!."
"No trips to the country on Valentine's day for me," Kristy thought. She laughed at herself puzzling over the mystery gift rather than the actual sender. As she worked through the afternoon she realised she had been so long in self-imposed exile she had no clue who it might be. Packing the globe carefully at the end of the day Kristy went as planned to her mother's for dinner. As usual the dinner conversation went onto Kristy's lack of a love life and her mother's despair that she would never settle down again.
"Did you hear Daniel has come back home?" she said with the hint of a smile. "I ran into him up at the shops the other day, he asked about you..."
"Wow, I didn't think he would ever come back," Kristy said. Daniel had been her high school boyfriend. A true athlete, his family's contacts in the States had enabled him to attend university there and follow his dream of playing baseball. It wasn't a very well recognised sport here and to play it with any skill meant moving, so he left breaking her teenage heart. "Does he have an American accent now?" Kristy giggled.
"A little," her mother laughed, "He hurt his knee or some such and can't play anymore. So sad, he was doing so well by all accounts. Still very handsome though," her mother encouraged, "Even with a limp."
"Oh, mum! That was high school, puppy love. I am sure we are both quite different people now," Kristy continued to laugh, this time at her mother clumsy attempts at matchmaking.
"Well I invited him and his family over for a barbeque Sunday afternoon. I expect you to be here and to play nice. He doesn't know many people in the area anymore since most of you kids moved away," her mother said.
"Sure that would be fabulous. I would love to catch up with him but don't hold your breath on rekindling any fires," Kristy warned, "Memories tend to colour things the way we would have liked them to be rather than the reality." She turned to her father, "Speaking of memories, I was given a packet of those stars that used to decorate my ceiling, you remember the one's Dad..." Kristy's father smiled and nodded, star gazing has been their special time together. "I was wondering of you would come and help me put them up one day."
"Sure I will come over after work tomorrow afternoon, and we can have pizza," he grinned at his wife who threw her hands up.
"I knew you would find an excuse not to come to see my mother with me," she scolded her husband who looked quite pleased with himself.
Kristy had been on the verge of putting it off until next week when her mother spoke but decided to let her father have his escape. Assuring her mother once again that she would be there on Sunday afternoon Kristy finally went home laden down with leftovers and her mother's baking. Once home she put everything away and found a place to put the beautiful bird placing the two cards and packet of stars close to it still wondering over the gifts and not sure anymore if it was a friend playing a joke or if she really did have a secret admirer.
\*\*\*\*\*
Darren tried to talk to Tabitha as he cooked dinner for them. He liked to cook so they did the trade-off of his doing the grocery shopping and cook, and she would do the laundry for them both. He tentatively asked a question that he hoped would lead into a broader conversation where he could find out more information about what was going on with Kristy. "Kristy seemed to have a good time on Saturday. How'd you convince her to go out again?"
"It's her resolution, so I am holding her to it," Tabitha smiled. "She realised at the New Year's party that facing all our friends again wasn't so scary 'cause they all think Damien is a douche bag now and in the division of friends she won the bigger share by far."
"She thought people wouldn't like her for leaving him?" Darren asked incredulously.
"Something like that," Tabitha nodded. "yeah, I know, but he messed with her mind a lot when it was ending and he realised it. Didn't wanna lose her I suppose, made her feel like shit and said some really nasty stuff. I guess that's why we all just let her be until this year; she needed some time to feel herself again."
"Probably explains why she is shooting down any guy that comes near her faster than a gunslinger," Darren smirked.
"Yeah," Tabitha laughed, "But you know maybe this secret Valentine of hers will change her mind." Darren felt inexplicably jealous and said nothing rather than too much letting Tabitha run with what she was saying. "He sent her some stickers for her ceiling, you know those glow in the dark stars?" She waited until he nodded before continuing, "Cute note too, something about two weeks' notice and then that poem when you wish upon a star. It was cute. Well I thought so anyway," she laughed, "I dunno what Kristy thinks I haven't spoken to her since she got it."
\*\*\*\*\*
The next day was bright and clear, and work had been a steady stream of inquiries about sculpture rather than building supplies, this in addition to it being Thursday, had put Kristy into a great mood. On Thursday afternoons the owner's wife came into the showroom ostensibly to check over the book work and do any banking necessary but Kristy often thought it was more to check up on her husband and sons who were part of the crew in the workshop behind the showroom.
In a rush to meet an old school friend for coffee, Kristy had made it to her car before one of the guys from the workshop called her name and ran after her out onto the street. He had another man with him, and he grinned as the other man handed her a single red rose that had been tied to a large wooden spoon with a flourish.
"Umm, thanks..." Kristy laughed at the strange bouquet as the men turned back and walked away from her. Looking at her watch and realising she was going to be late she put the rose carefully into the top of her handbag careful not to crush it and placed the bag on the passenger's seat before heading off.
Grabbing her bag she walked into the small café greeting her friend, Gabrielle, and apologising for keeping her waiting.
"Don't sweat it babe," Gabrielle smiled, "Oh, you got a rose! Tell me all, tell me all!" She said excitedly clapping her hands.
"Actually I got it as I left work, I haven't even read the card yet," Kristy grinned and pulled it out of her bag.
"A wooden spoon? Someone wants to spank you?" Gabrielle looked at her dubiously. "Far be it from me to judge but I didn't have you pegged as the kinky type."
"Hah! I hope not," she grimaced.
The waitress picked that moment to arrive and take their order. The summer heat wave was still in full swing, so the girls ordered icy frappe's and a mixed plate of the bite sized high tea type treats they loved at this café. Once the waitress had gone Kristy opened the card that had come with the odd bouquet.
"February 6th Day 9 Flowers are very commonly used as gifts for our beloved valentines. But you will be surprised to know that, at one time, spoons were used and known to be the most desired gift. This dates back to a time in Wales, where wooden spoons, known as 'love spoons', were specially carved by young men and given as gifts to sweethearts on Valentine's Day. The more special ones even had love messages engraved on them. In those times, a young man would spend hours carving the spoon with his own hands, in the hope that the girl would accept it. If the girl accepted the spoon, she would reveal her heart to him, which is the origin of the word 'spooning'. With time, gifts advanced to hearts carved with keys and keyholes. These key and keyholes were favourite decorations on the spoons. The adornment meant, "You unlock my heart!" From your Valentine."
Both of the women peered at the spoon then and could faintly make out the etching in the bowl of the wood. As they thought about the message in the card and allowed the waitress to put the plate of treats on the table, they made guesses at what it might be. "Oh, this is no good. Don't hate me for this but..." Gabrielle said as she took a swipe of chocolate ganache from a small piece of cake and smeared it into the bowl of the spoon. An intricately designed heart shaped lock appeared surrounded by roses and thorny vines. As the ganache, covered finger followed the pattern down the handle of the spoon, they found an intricately detailed key.
"Wow," Kristy breathed. "I mean, it's lovely for a spoon. Isn't it?"
"Who is it then? Go on you can tell me," Gabrielle lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
"I don't know," Kristy shrugged, "I wish I did, but all three gifts have told me nothing about the sender."
"You have had three of these?" Gabrielle was wide eyed.
"Well, not these," she admitted pointing to the rose and spoon. "But yesterday I got a sweet little glass ball with a bird inside it and a few days before that some of those glow in the dark stars, you know like we had as kids?"
Gabrielle picked up the card again, "The date, no clue there. Day nine, nine days since you got the first one, nine days since you met? Nine days of what?"
"Yesterdays was ten days, so I am assuming a countdown maybe, until Valentine's Day..." Kristy furrowed her brow in thought.
"What did the first one say? When did you get it?" Gabrielle was firing questions faster than Kristy could answer them.
"I got it Saturday, and I am not sure exactly what it said but it didn't have a number, I don't think" she shook her head.
"This is so exciting. Leo doesn't have a romantic bone in his body. He makes up for it in other ways though," she waggled her eyebrows at Kristy and winked sending them both into peals of laughter. As they drank the cool drinks and ate way too much sugar than was good for them they went onto other subjects relevant to their lives.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you Daniel is back from the States. Mum ran into him at the shops and invited him and his family for a barbeque this weekend," Kristy laughed as Gabrielle's jaw dropped open.
"The Daniel? The Daniel who went overseas to a famous ball player and crushed your teenage heart? That Daniel?" She was clearly astonished.
"Yeah, he hurt his leg before he made it to the pro's mum said, so he's back," Kristy nodded.
"Well that solves that mystery then. He's the secret Valentine. A man who could never forget you came back to his hometown after all these years to stake his claim," she looked smug as she declared the case closed.
"From what I have seen of college life over there, I doubt very much he was pining away for a typical Aussie girl like me. Plus he never wrote; he never called. You're wrong," Kristy shook her head. "I don't live in a rom-com, real life is never as good as the movies."
Getting ready to leave Gabrielle smiled, "My bet is still on Daniel but I will ring you tonight and you can read me the other cards, okay?"
"Make it a late call then, my Dads coming over for pizza and helping me put the stars up on my ceiling," Kristy laughed at the raised eyebrow she received from Gabrielle. "What? I love them!"
"Sounds like your admirer is someone who knows you really well then because I never knew that," she raised an eyebrow, "and I am one of your oldest friends."
"Probably just a lucky guess," Kristy consoled her.
\*\*\*\*\*
The idea that Kristy had a secret admirer bothered Darren more than he would have thought it would and he realised just how much she had been in his future plans as he dwelt on the idea of her dating someone else before he had had the opportunity to ask her out properly. It was with this in mind (a stern talking to himself) when he berated himself for being a gutless wonder that he arrived at Kristy's apartment on Wednesday night.
He was surprised to find Kristy's Dad there and made up an on the spot excuse for his presence of wanting to borrow a movie he knew she had. As he was a tall man though, he was immediately conscripted into helping align the galaxies that would live on Kristy's ceiling. Darren struck up an immediate friendship with Neil, Kristy's father, and they laughed and ate pizza as they drew up a plan and stuck the tiny stars in their rightful places.
They waited an hour after they had finished leaving the light on in her room to charge the glow in the dark properties of the stickers before the three of them went in and lay on the bed side by side and turned off the light.
"This is so good!" Kristy exclaimed rolling between them to hug her father first and then Darren. He found himself reluctant to let her go once his arms had found their way around her, and he breathed in the scent of her but knew now was not the time to start something that could go pear shaped very quickly.
"I better get home," he said suddenly, "I'll leave you to tell her a bedtime story Neil, because if I lie here much longer I will fall asleep," he chuckled as he got up.
"Good to see you Darren," Neil got up and shook his hand and Kristy walked him to the door hugging him.
"Here don't forget the movie you came for," she handed him a small case.
"Thanks, I probably won't watch it tonight though," he said , "I'll bring it back on the weekend."
\*\*\*\*\*
The Friday workday came and went with no surprises from Kristy's secret Valentine which disappointed Gabrielle more than Kristy when she rang warning her that Tabitha was a bit miffed that Kristy hadn't told her about the two new gifts, since she had seen the one on Saturday. She packed up her desk ready to head home when her phone rang again.
"Yes, I am heading home now... fine but there's nothing to tell... No, I really don't want to go out tonight... sure we will order Thai food or something.... Okay... Yep... No, nothing today... I promise... see you at my place then." Kristy hung up the phone; she loved Tabitha, but wow, she could be bossy at times. She was glad that Gabrielle had forewarned her.
As much as she had been in a funk and a type of self-imposed exile for the last six months, her large group of friends that she had retained since high school had never truly let her be alone. They had seized on her seeming willingness to go out again in recent weeks and bombarded her constantly, so it shouldn't have surprised her that when she arrived home, Tabitha waited with two other friends. Leading them up to her apartment they all chatted noisily drawing one of her neighbours out to see who it was.
"Kristy," the neighbour called, "Could you be a dear and help me with something?"
"Sure thing, Margie," Kristy handed her keys to Tabitha and told her friends to make themselves at home. Her friends disappeared inside her apartment and the older woman beckoned her closer.
"A big box came for you today and I didn't like to leave it outside your apartment, so I brought it in here," she whispered as if telling a secret.
"Thank you so much Margie. I really appreciate it. I wasn't expecting anything are you sure it's for me?" Kristy asked.
"Oh yes dear, I had a good look at it to make sure it wasn't a bomb or anything nasty," she indicated the box on the table.
"My goodness it's heavy," Kristy said as she lifted the box. "Come over tomorrow morning, and I will show you what was in it," she smiled, "I better not leave my friends alone too long right now though."
"Of course, dear, I will see you tomorrow," Margie said and walked her to the door opening it wide for her.
As soon as Kristy entered her apartment the girls descended on her babbling about valentines and how they wished they had a secret valentine, although one of them was married already.
"Wait!" Tabitha yelled above the din. "Let's start from the beginning, what came first and when?"
Kristy gathered the cards walking the three girls through the gifts she received and the messages that came with them. Each was studied intricately and discussed at length. Having washed the spoon the etching in it was once again difficult to see. Nisha, the most creative of the friends, called for make-up, preferably blush. She then painted the spoon carefully the fine granules falling into the carved lines as well as painting the spoon a pale pink colour. When she was done, the design was apparent in every exquisite detail. It was when she held it up again into the light, and her blush covered fingers smoothed over the back that Kelly exclaimed, "Wait, there's more!"
Surprised but trying to act nonchalantly as if she had always known there was more on the back Kristy watched as the second pattern emerged in the same rose and thorny vine design the letters "D & K" emerged. "So there was a big clue, and you weren't going to tell us!" Tabitha accused and she had to admit she had not known it was there.
"Let's see, D, I can think of half a dozen right off the top of my head, it's a pretty common initial for guys," Nisha grimaced.
"I hear Daniel is back from the States," Tabitha said with a knowing smile.
"The Daniel!" The girls said almost in unison and Tabitha nodded causing them to squeal in delight and bombard Kristy with questions.
"I haven't even seen him yet, mum ran into him at the shops. That's it, end of story. I haven't spoken to him in close to eight years for goodness sakes! Can I open my box now? It's probably just some books I ordered." Despite herself, she was enjoying the excitement of her friends.
Taking a Stanley knife she carefully sliced through the tape holding the box firmly closed and opened the top. Peering inside she could see the edge of what looked like a dark slab of polished granite. Turning the box on its side she pulled it free. About thirty centimetres in length it was a lovely piece of stone. It was when she turned it over that she gasped and blushed.
In stark contrast to the dark stone were carved white figures in relief of men dressed as wolves and maidens in varying states of undress cavorting between finely detailed trees. As her friends exclaimed about porn and laughed riotously Kristy searched for a card eventually finding it stuck to the pieces of the stand that was also in the box.
With some trepidation, she opened it as her friends watched on giggling and waiting to be allowed to see it. The front had a wolf howling at the moon and she opened it to read:
"February 7th Day 8 LUPERCALIA The most likely predecessor to the modern Valentine's Day holiday, Lupercalia was celebrated in Ancient Rome, to run evil spirits from the city as to allow fertility and prosperity to flourish. Lupercus was the Roman equivalent to Pan, a shepherd god named for the cave in which Romulus and Remus were raised by wolves before growing up and founding the city. It was pretty much a street orgy, with men wearing goat or wolf skins and women offering themselves for mating. Sounds like they knew how to party throw a party back then. From your Valentine, D." Tabitha took it from her and read it out loud, and the girls went into even more fits of giggles as they teased her. "So are you going to offer yourself for mating on Valentine's Day?" Kelly winked at her.
"I don't even know who it is!" Kristy complained. "But I am sure getting an education about Valentine's Day traditions, there can't be very many more, can there?"
"I bet if we googled it there would be hundreds," Nisha laughed. "I wouldn't complain about getting presents every day. Since we got married I think, Paul lost any interest in romance. The most romance I get is when he comes out of the shower and flashes me and says something like; How 'bout it, babe, while shaking his man bits at me."
"All right girls let's organise some food and then we have some work to do here," Tabitha grinned.
They were arguing over who would go pick up a takeout as nowhere local delivered aside of pizza places when Tabitha's phone rang. She picked it up with a cheery "Hello." Then they listened in as they realised she spoke to her brother, "Oh yeah, I meant to bring that with me, I was so busy this morning... Oh, would you? That would be awesome... You're the best big brother ever... well now that you mention it there is a teeny weeny favour you could do for me, for us really..." Tabitha gave him the order they would like from the local Thai restaurant and hung up. "Food sorted now let's get down to business, who do we know, who is single and has a name starting with D," she grinned at her friends and pulled a notebook out of the small basket beside Kristy's phone and took a pen before sitting down on the couch.
By the time, Jumpy arrived with the food they had six names including the newly returned Daniel, David. S, Dave. B, Dylan, Duncan and Declan. The girls hailed Jumpy as a hero for feeding the starving masses as they grabbed out plates and invited him to stay for a little while and eat with them. He agreed with the proviso that the conversation would revolve around manly things as he could feel the testosterone leeching out of his body already. Tabitha went to hit him with the notepad she had been writing on, but he was too fast and grabbed it from her hand.
"What do we have here?" he raised an eyebrow at the women. "Hot men whose names begin with D and I don't even rate! I am wounded to the core," he shook his head at his sister.
"You, my muscle bound friend, come under cute hunky-dunky's with J names, show me your six pack and I could get you a five star rating," Kelly grinned at him flirting outrageously because it always made him blush.
"I'm not packing six of anything these days," he laughed, "To much easy living since I don't have to worry about being deployed again." He had been in the army for the last ten years and had returned from a tour in Afghanistan injured and was still receiving rehab for the wound to his leg. He worked now on the base in his hometown as a technician of some description. "I'll just take the four star rating you were going to give me anyway. He wrote his name on the list and drew four stars.
"Jumpy could you give me a hand for a minute?" Kristy asked interrupting the good-natured banter.
"Sure, what do you need?" He turned to look at her.
"Could you put this," she indicated the granite frieze sitting on its stand, "Up there?" She pointed to the top of a corner unit on her living room. "It's too beautiful to pack away but I don't want my parents looking at it too closely." She blushed.
"Whoa, that's a bit wild," he stood studying the figures for long moments before lifting it to where she indicated. "It's beautiful, huh?" he waggled his eyebrows at her, despite her blush Kristy rolled her eyes at him and laughed at his expression.
They ate and joked and laughed for some time until Jumpy finally stood, "Well thanks for the fun ladies, but I have a date," he went to leave stopping at the door, "Oh Tab, Greg asked if you were going to the pub tomorrow," he smirked.
"I haven't decided yet," she shrugged.
"I'll tell him it's a definite maybe then," he laughed as he left the apartment.
"We should totally go," Kelly said, "How many of these guys will be there? We could do a little undercover work," she tapped the notebook and grinned.
"And you could hit on Jumpy some more," Tab laughed. She knew that Kelly's sexual advances that bordered on aggressiveness were a turn off for her brother; he liked quieter more shy girls like Kristy. She frowned at the thought and looked down at the notepad he had written his own name on, 'Darren' with four stars. She shook her head dispelling the thought. Kristy was like a sister to her brother they had known each other that long. He couldn't be the secret admirer could he?
\*\*\*\*\* The next morning as usual Kristy went down to the garage to do her laundry. She had her own washer and dryer stacked beside the small laundry tub there but there really wasn't enough room to manoeuvre unless she backed her car up a little, so she opened the garage door and only noticing the small gift wrapped parcel when she turned back to her car.
"This was getting creepy," she thought. Whoever it was had been in her garage last night. She put on a load of washing making sure everything was where it should be and took the gift up to her apartment. Opening it, she found a glass sphere much like the one that held the glass bird. This one though held a carved sculpture of a muscled angel holding a blindfolded woman in his arms. She smiled seeing a card with cupid smiling cherubically on the front.
"February 8th Day 7 The Myth of Cupid and Psyche The story of Cupid is rooted in literature. The tales come from Greek mythology and involved Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and her son Eros. The Romans took over the stories and changed Eros to Cupid and Aphrodite to Venus. Anyway, Cupid was so handsome and charming that he could make anyone fall in love. He thought that was fun, so he went around shooting his arrows of love to cause mischief. He fell in love with the beautiful Psyche and consented to marry her as long as she never looked upon his godly form. While she was not happy she agreed, and she lived a rich wonderful life full of nights of pleasure in the darkness with her husband. As it usually happens with the jealous, mean spirited gods, they were pulled apart, and Psyche was forced to endure trials to prove her love, finally falling into the sleep of death within Hades. Zeus took pity of the girl and her husband and granted Psyche immortality so that she may look upon her husband's form without harm and, as they say, they lived happily ever after.
It wasn't until the Renaissance that Cupid was depicted with more childlike features; he then evolved into the mischievous baby with angel wings and a bow and arrow that we know today.
Everybody goes through trials before finding their own happy ending. Do you think we could have a happily ever after?
D."
The truth was Kristy didn't know how to feel. The gifts were beautiful and were things she probably would have picked out herself if she had seen them when shopping, but the whole anonymous thing was getting a little strange and without being buoyed up by the excitement of her friends she wasn't sure if she liked that fact that someone was possibly stalking her. They knew where she lived and worked, they knew she liked stone and seemed to know her routine. It was a little unsettling to her, and she wished she had some clue as to who it might be aside of the initial D.
To distract herself from the dark thoughts, Kristy began cleaning her apartment properly for the first time in weeks. The heat wave still persisted and by the early afternoon with her laundry done and her apartment cleaner than she thought possible she went to have a cold shower and settled in to relax and read her book for a while. She was exhausted, and she dozed a little her book falling to the floor as she rolled scaring her awake again.
Laughing at herself she turned on the television and looked at her watch. She was supposed to be meeting her friends at the pub tonight, but she now felt so lethargic that the thought of getting up and getting dressed was just too much to deal with. She rang Tabitha explaining that she had had company the last three nights and with her parent's barbeque tomorrow she just wanted a night on her own. There was the usual sighing complaints, and Kristy could see the rolling of Tabitha's eyes in her mind's eye as she spoke, so she told her about the new gift to distract her and read her the card.
She stopped herself from telling Tabitha that she felt a bit put off by the anonymous attention wondering if she had a stalker instead promising to ring her tomorrow when she got home and tell her all about seeing Daniel again. Finally able to end the call Kristy made herself a light dinner form the leftovers of last night's Thai food and settled in to watch a movie. Getting her second wind Kristy then stayed up later than she planned and when she did go to bed her sleep was very restless.
\*\*\*\*\*
Darren was disappointed that Kirsty had not gone out as she had said she would, but as he chatted and joked with his mates at the pub, he could not come up with a plausible excuse to go over to her apartment and see her. Instead, he listened into Tabitha's conversation to Greg, who was standing beside him. She was telling him about Kristy's secret admirer and that she was now getting a gift each day leading up to Valentine's Day.
Tabitha hinted strongly at the romance of it and suggested to the group at large that they should have a Valentine's Day party next Friday and asking if she hosted who would come? Darren got dragged into the conversation, but he was not happy about how his Valentine's Day was shaping up at all.
\*\*\*\*\*
"Hey stranger," Kristy smiled as she approached Daniel. She had been stuck in the kitchen helping her mother prepare the food when he had arrived. Seeing him sitting comfortably, chatting with her Dad; her mother had shooed her outside to renew the old acquaintance.
"Wow, Kristy, you look even better than I remember," he smiled in return.
"So you're back?" she laughed, "And you have nothing better to do than a barbeque with the oldies?" Kristy indicated both sets of parents.
"It seemed a good way to catch up with you and see what you are doing these days," Daniel chuckled quietly with her.
"Well, things can't be going too well if my mother is trying to set me up with my old high school crush," she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, I found out about your break up," he said softly, "It was a bastard of a thing to do."
"All history now," Kristy forced a smile to her face. "You have me at an unfair advantage. I don't know anything about what you got up to in the States."
"You know those college movies? It was pretty much like that," he shrugged, "Lots of parties, lots of training, lots of baseball. It was great, got drafted to the minors and got in a few good games. They live baseball over there though, just seemed I was never in the same league no matter how hard I tried. I was more of an oddity with my accent and different way of doing things, compared to the guys over there."
"Got ya the girls though right?" she grinned genuinely then.
"It didn't hurt to have a wildly exotic accent," he said with a laugh. "I dunno, the women over there or at least the ones I met are so... ballsy. That's the wrong word, but you know... different, sort of," he searched for the word he wanted and shook his head. He saw her confused expression and tried to explain, "It's like they all have to prove they are strong and independent and don't need a man in their lives while desperately trying to have one in their lives. I didn't know from one minute to the next whether to be all chivalrous and gallant or challenge them to arm wrestle."
"Oh, come on, it can't have been that different, you were there for such a long time," she laughed at him.
"I may be exaggerating slightly, but I dunno, it's just a different culture," He shrugged.
"Remind me to re-introduce you to my friend Tabitha. Do you remember her from school? Tall, red hair?" Kristy could see that Tabitha could be described as being ballsy.
"Yeah, she had a brother my age, joined the army after graduating, Hoppy or something," Daniel frowned trying to remember.
"Jumpy," Kristy corrected him, "We all still hang out, you'll have to come down the pub one night and revisit the old school memories."
"Are you asking me out on a date?" he said with a smirk teasing her.
"I think I can fit you into my calendar, right between, Duncan and Dave," she shot back. "It is short notice after all."
Having been left alone to talk for a while the parents finally called them over to eat and make polite small talk with the whole group. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, with both mothers telling them that had had made such a cute couple as kids but now they looked beautiful together.
"Daniel was saying he hadn't caught up with anyone else from school, I thought I might take him to catch up with the mob down at O'Rielly's this afternoon if you don't mind our shooting off early," Kristy smiled innocently trying to hide her eagerness to leave.
"That's an excellent idea! You two kids go off and play with your friends; we'll stay a bit longer and catch up," Daniel's mother said indulgently.
"Oh Kristy! A parcel arrived for you yesterday afternoon. I almost forgot; we haven't had mail for you in such a long time. It's on the table in the living room, just let me get it before you go," her mother went to stand up.
"It's fine mum," Kristy halted her progress, "I need to call Tabitha anyway so I can get it. It's probably just some junk mail."
Looking at the small padded envelope Kristy recognised the writing she had been staring at for the last few days. "This is getting ridiculous," she thought. "How could he have known I would be here if he weren't stalking me!" She decided to open it at home rather than here and picking it up she weighed it in her hand. It was light really and after calling Tabitha to arrange a meeting at O'Reilly's she let her curiosity get the better of her and she opened the envelope peering inside.
A small book and a delicately carved thin slice of marble for a bookmark greeted her. She picked up the card looking at the front which seemed to depict a priest in a cell, with lions seen through the window behind him. Opening it she read:
"February 9th Day 6 The Myth of Saint Valentine
Technically, there are three saints named Valentine. The most popular—and best frontman for the holiday—was a priest who defied the law of Roman Emperor Claudius II, who had decided to make it illegal for young men to marry their girlfriends because he would prefer the men went to war for him. The priest Valentine would secretly marry young couples because he loved love and disagreed with Claudius. He was eventually caught. During his time in prison, he was tended to by a blind girl whom he fell desperately in love with and is said to have healed her sight as he was led away to his death.
The story goes that Valentine was martyred on February 14 in the year 269 B.C. In 498 A.D., Pope Gelasius made Valentine a saint and declared February 14 the day of his feast. This may also have been a good way of Christianizing the Romans' pagan holiday of Lupercalia, which was an orgy coupled with bloodlust and took place at the exact same time. The Catholic church later officially removed the February 14 St. Valentine's Day feast from its holy calendar due to the fact that nobody actually knew what the real story of St. Valentine was or why he was sainted. Perhaps the story only serves to tell us that often we are blind to love until we have our eyes opened. Hoping to open your eyes, to new possibilities. D."
Kristy packed it back inside the envelope and went back out onto the deck where the rest of the people sat relaxing after lunch. She smiled brightly, "Let's go, I'll drive then you can have a few drinks with your old school mates."
"Sure," Daniel agreed easily, "We walked over here anyway. It was only a block or so."
It seemed Tabitha had alerted the masses and within an hour the pub was full of old friends who wanted to catch up with Daniel and what he had been doing. Kristy moved away from the noisy crowd for a few minutes and stood at the bar nursing a tall glass of iced water and watching the people she had grown up with all enjoying the return of a long lost friend. Daniel seemed to be lapping up the attention. He seemed so different now from her memories of the eighteen year old Daniel, who had left to move to the United States. Her memories were that of a love-struck sixteen year old whose heart was breaking at his departure.
"What are you doing all the way over here by yourself?" Jumpy asked, drawing Kristy back from her reverie making her jump in surprise.
"And that is why we still call you Jumpy," she punched his arm.
"Ow," he cradled his arm in mock pain. "There goes my big strong reputation. Beaten up by a girl and a pipsqueak at that." He grinned at her, "Come back to the party; you instigated it after all."
"Fine," she sighed, "But I don't think I will stay much longer."
"Why's that?" he tilted his head.
"Just some weird stuff happening lately that is starting to unnerve me a little," she gave a lop-sided grin.
"Like what?" Concern showed in his voice.
Kristy looked at her friend; he was almost as much a big brother to her as he was to Tabitha. Unlike Tabitha though, he didn't tend to get all bossy and know-it-all on her and he as much as anyone had been a rock steady shoulder to cry on during her break-up. Tabitha had roped him into helping out with the move to a new apartment, and he had driven them both home when they had been drunk and unruly more times than she could count.
"Actually, you could give me the guys stand-point on this," she said quietly and he pulled up a bar stool beside her as she explained about the anonymous valentine messages and gifts and how she was getting a little spooked that he seemed to know her routine and movements. "Do you think I have a stalker?" Kristy asked.
Jumpy frowned at her, "Well what I think is someone has been waiting for you to be ready and open to start dating again but is either scared of rejection or just too shy to come right out and ask you out." He seemed to consider her for a long moment. "It can't be easy to try and get a gift to you on the weekends without getting help from one of your friends and maybe they don't want your friends to know who he is yet either." He reasoned.
"I guess," she still sounded dubious.
"If it will make you feel any better I will drive you home and have a look around, make sure everything is okay," he offered.
"Oh, no!" Kristy put her hand to the side of her cheek.
"Geez, I have had girls turn me down before, but I have never got that reaction from such an innocent offer," he gave a half laugh.
"I didn't mean it like that. I just remembered I drove Daniel here; I will have to take him home," she laughed as he put on the pretence of being wounded by her exclamation.
"Leave it to me," he smiled and called out to one of the other guys, "Hey, Azza!"
"Dazza!" Came a shout in return, "What's up?" The tall lanky Arron (Azza) McBride asked as he drew closer.
"Can you give Daniel a lift home when you're going? Kristy's got a few things to do tonight and she didn't expect such a big turnout when she brought him," Jumpy explained.
"Can do, got an early flight in the morning, so I'm laying off the sauce for tonight," he grinned. "Shame ya going early though Kristy, I haven't seen ya in yonks."
"Yeah, it's been a while, we'll have to catch up one day soon," she smiled.
"It's a date! I'll call ya when I get back from Canberra," he said eagerly. "Ya snooze ya lose bro," he smirked good-naturedly at Darren and turned back towards the crowded tables their friends sat at.
It took Kristy almost another hour to say goodbye to everyone and make sure Daniel was fine with Aaron giving him a lift home. She finally stood out in the car park looking around and noticing Darren already in his car and waiting for her. The drive home was swift, and she sat in her car as Darren parked and ran ahead to open her garage door for her. He did a quick look around and shrugged as she drove in.
"You know," he said as they walked up stairs, "The guy probably thinks you would enjoy the mystery rather than be freaked out by it."
"I know I am probably being silly. I don't know why I can't enjoy it like the fun it's meant to be. I guess I still have some baggage from..." she shrugged and closed her eyes and remembering the repeated confrontations she had with a woman who had stalked her and finally broke up her last relationship.
"Maybe it's time to let go, properly. He was a true bastard Kristy; you deserve better than that. Even if it was only a one night stand and the woman was as psycho as he claimed. It was still his fault you were put in that situation time and time again," he drew her into a tight hug. "Not all of us are bastards, some of us are actually quite nice guys. I am sure this guy is just trying to show you that before you reject him like everyone else who has approached you for a date, recently."
"No one asks me out," she laughed.
"I think Azza might disagree with that statement," he grinned. "Though he will probably be telling everyone you asked him."
"Oh dear," Kristy laughed at the memory of Azza excitedly saying, "It's a date!"
"Everything here looks fine, but I can stay for a while if you want the company," he still held her in a gentle hug.
"I'm just being dumb," she said softly, "I am fine really."
"As long as you're sure," he stepped back and looked into her face as she nodded.
"Yeah, I am just gonna have a quick shower and read for a bit before bed. I got a new book today that I haven't even looked at the cover of yet. It might be a nice change to the tome I am wading through right now." She sighed and pointed to a thick dog-eared book.
"Okay," he said releasing her. "I better go make sure Tab is making wise decisions then," he chuckled.
"Is Greg one of those unwise decisions?" Kristy grinned.
"Possibly," he smirked and grabbed his keys from the table. "Call if anything spooks you again, but I think it's just more of a shy guy letting you get used to the idea that someone likes you again, so that you can't hit the reject button when he finally asks you out."
"I am not that bad," she complained as he made his way to the door.
"You're like the red baron, you shoot 'em down before they barely get the last word out of their mouths." He laughed loudly and ducked out of the door as she went to throw a cushion at him. Still smiling Kristy went to have a shower.
As he got to the bottom of the stairs he cursed himself for not insisting on staying a little longer to make sure she was alright. He also cursed himself for reassuring her about the Valentine, but he didn't want her to be anxious and worried about something that was possibly benign regardless of the fact he didn't want her to have a valentine at all unless it was him.
\*\*\*\*\*
By the end of Monday, Kristy felt disappointed she hadn't received anything from her secret admirer. She had mulled over everything that Darren had said to her the night before and she wondered how much she was like the red baron he called her. She laughed, maybe she was, she certainly hadn't been on a normal date in the last six months. Disastrous blind dates sure, group dates where her friends just happened to have someone dying to meet her or that they had to introduce her to, happened all too often.
The thought of having a one on one intimate date with her secret admirer scared the shit out of her and maybe that's why she had been so spooked by the constant gifts and cards from an anonymous Valentine. She wished she could talk to Darren again and feeling brave called him just before she was ready to leave work.
"Hey Jumpy," she said brightly as he answered his phone. "Are you doing anything tonight?... Oh, well I wondered if you wanted to maybe umm, grab some dinner?... Well I saw this new Mexican place had opened, and I remembered you liked Mexican... Sure... I am leaving work now so I should be home in thirty or so... that'd be great. See you then."
When she hung up the phone she noticed her hands were shaking. She shook her head at herself, it was Jumpy, he was like a brother, she had known him almost her whole life but the hug that he had given her last night somehow felt not quite than brotherly.
Kristy raced home to change, only being half ready when Darren showed up to pick her up. She opened the door and promised to only be a few more minutes. Finally walking out to his car they passed her mailbox and she looked briefly realising she had mail. "Remind me to grab that when we get back," she said leaving the mail where it was.
As they drove he spoke into the silence, "Can you do me a favour?"
"I guess, I mean you help me out so much," she said easily.
"Can you not call me Jumpy tonight?" he said quietly taking her by surprise. "Darren is good but I will put up with Daz if you really need a nickname."
"No problem, I never knew it bothered you or I would have stopped," she said quietly.
"It's all good but its only really Tab and her friends that still call me that. Since I am all grown up now being reminded of being a scared little kid seems a bit..." he began to explain.
"Is that how you got the nickname? I never knew," she giggled. "You have just always been Jumpy."
"Well, see now you go with Darren, if you slip back to Jumpy I call your mother and find out your childhood nickname and start calling you that." Kristy gave him a horrified look, and he burst out laughing, "I'm kidding, I am kidding, geez."
"Point taken," she blushed knowing that if he thought about it he could probably come up with her childhood nickname on his own.
They had a comfortable dinner and laughed about the things they remembered from their childhood including nicknames of mutual friends. It wasn't until they were on the way home that Kristy smiled and turned to Darren to thank him.
"I thought about what you said last night about me shooting down guys because I was scared," She said softly, "but I can do this. It wasn't so hard to go out with a guy and eat something."
"This was a date?" Darren looked at her with astonishment.
"Well a test run, sort of. I was concerned that I would have to face this secret admirer at the end of the week to find out who it was, and I wasn't sure I could or would," she looked at him, "Then I felt bad because he seems to be going to a lot of trouble if it is the way you explained it last night and he is just shy or worried about being shot down if he approached me and just asked me out. I guess you might have been right about that."
"I see, so asking if you put-out on the first date is probably inappropriate then?" He couldn't hide the smirk on his face as she smacked his thigh.
"It's was nice having a guy to talk to about what's going on with the valentine stuff. You made me think about it differently," she said as they pulled up in front of her apartment building. Darren started getting out of the car but she stopped him. "I am fine now really, I was just letting it get to me yesterday. The whole idea of having a stalker again," she shivered involuntarily.
"Well as this is a date, I'll walk you up anyway," he said teasing her. "Plus I have to remind you about this," he said grabbing her mail as they walked past the box.
Kristy willed herself not to look at the mail to see if there was anything from her valentine as they walked up the two flights of stairs.
"I won't come in, I don't want you to think I am an easy date," he grinned. "Thanks for asking me out though it was a lot of fun, we should do it more often."
"We should," she agreed unlocking her door and turning to him, "Thanks for being my friend, you've always been so good to me." She leant up to kiss his cheek and felt his arms circle her in a soft hug.
"What you don't even kiss on the first date?" he said and taking her by surprise brushed his lips lightly over hers before releasing her.
Shocked speechless she watched as he walked back down the stairs before entering her apartment. She had always considered Darren as a safe guy, a brother type where she didn't have to worry about sending mixed messages or inadvertently flirting but he had kissed her and he had not smiled or joked about it after. She felt confused and weird about it as she played it back in her mind.
Considering the anonymous person in comparison to Darren the person she knew and liked, Darren won hands down. She threw the mail on the table with her bag and was distracted momentarily by a bright red envelope. Opening it she read:
"February 10th Day 5 The Legend of the First Valentine
The legend of the first valentine sent out of love is sometimes attributed to the very same St. Valentine who was caught marrying young couples and sometimes attributed to another Valentine altogether. Either way, this Valentine was thrown in prison, and while he awaited his execution—presumably on February 14—the jailer's blind daughter would come to visit him. Her presence cheered him up, and he appreciated the time she spent with him so much that on the day he was executed, he sent her a note to thank her for her kindness and express his love for her. The loving note ended with the phrase "From your Valentine." And that's how that got started.
The Legend of the First Valentine's Day Love Letter
Valentine may have sent the first valentine, but someone else has the honor of being the legendary sender of the first St. Valentine's Day love letter. Even though Father of English Literature, Geoffrey Chaucer, tried to give St. Valentine's Day a reboot at the end of the 14th century, it wasn't until the 15th century that someone sent a letter of love to a sweetheart on February 14. In the British Library in London, there is preserved a love poem from Charles, Duke of Orleans, to his wife, Bonne of Armagnac, who may have only been 15 or 16 years old at the time. Following the romantic Valentine tradition, the duke was imprisoned in the Tower of London at the time he wrote the poem and sent it to his wife on that day to express his love. The poem included verses like "I am already sick of love, My very gentle Valentine." Bonne died before the duke was ever released from prison.
For Kristy I have tried so many times In pretty prose and rhymes To make you see what I see And change the way you view me And the feelings I hold for you
Words unwritten unshared Feelings of how much I truly cared Open your heart to new possibilities Trust again in your own capabilities To judge a heart that's true
Be my Valentine, kind and sweet On the day that we must meet I am not a poet in anyone's book But I wish you would open your eyes and look To see me as I see you
D."
Kristy shook her head, he was right about one thing, he certainly wasn't a poet. She went to return the letter to the envelope but found it wouldn't just slide in. Tipping the envelope up a small blindfold fell out and she looked at it oddly. Placing it back in the envelope and putting it up on the shelf next to the frieze he had also sent her.
She took a few minutes looking at all the gifts he had sent and she smiled. It was obviously someone who knew her well, which means she was blind because she still had no idea who it could be. She got ready for bed still puzzling it over in her mind but as she fell asleep it was Darren and the strange almost kiss he had given her at the end of the pseudo-date she was thinking about. It was just a brushing of lips that was barely felt but it left a lasting impression.
Darren drove home also thinking about the kiss; he had changed his mind half way through not wanting to come across as too aggressive he had ended up giving her a half kiss, and he found he liked it. The tantalising brush of her lips had teased at his desire and made him smile. She hadn't pulled away or pushed him away she had been silent, a little unsure but not in a bad way. He began to hope he might just have a chance of flying under her radar and not being shot down. \*\*\*\*\*
Kristy had spent another restless night and was sluggishly getting through her work day until a bunch of red helium-filled balloons were delivered to her about mid-morning with a small note.
" February 11th Day 4 Red rose is a symbol of love and fidelity. And on Valentine's Day, giving cut roses as gifts adhere to a time-honoured principle that takes into account rose colour meanings. Valentine's Day is primarily a lovers' holiday, and red is traditionally reserved for lovers. Red Valentine roses, dresses, sweets and all such gifts enjoy an iconic status, even though other colours too have their place on the holiday. Red colour has been a symbol of love through histories. In older times, people even used their blood to write letters to their loved ones to show the depth and intensity of their love. It was previously supposed that the gifting of a heart indicated the noble act of giving everything to your love. Most probably the ancients never actually knew that the heart was responsible for pumping blood through the entire physical system, but they definitely knew that the heart was the centre of all feelings. This ancient belief has literally travelled through the ages. Don't we prefer giving different colour flowers to our friends or close family, than 'red' ones to avoid any misunderstandings? Red rose is dedicated to Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love. Red color carries a largely positive connotation in China, being associated with courage, loyalty, honor, success, fortune, fertility, happiness, passion, and summer.
Balloons are red But I'll be blue If your don't say yes To dinner for two Pick you up at six Don't be late We'll have a Ball On our official date
This is your official corny invitation to dinner on Valentine's Day night. D."
The message made her laugh. How could she say no she didn't know who to say no to? Throughout her lunch break, Kristy had fielded phone calls from several friends who wanted updates on the mysterious valentine. She thought it was odd that she hadn't heard from Tabitha and believing she probably had a hangover waited until the afternoon to ring her.
Tabitha was very short on the phone and not quite herself and Kristy worried as she hung up that something was wrong. She was her best friend, and she needed her right now, so Kristy decided to call around after work and find out what was up. Maybe she had a falling out with Greg or problems at work though that was unlikely Tabitha loved her job. Kristy also wanted to go over to see Tabitha because Darren would be there. He had been on her mind more often than not since last night, and she wanted to see him again but with all the Valentine's Day stuff going on she didn't want him to get the wrong impression by calling him again so soon. Although she admitted to herself, she wasn't really sure what the right impression was anymore.
She pulled up in front of their house and saw that the lights were on, so she got out and went up to knock on the door of the house the siblings shared. She heard raised voices inside and considered walking away and letting them fight it out when Tabitha reefed the door open in an obvious bad mood.
"Shit! Kirsty! What are you doing here?" Tabitha was surprised to find her friend standing there.
"You sounded so strange on the phone. I thought something might be wrong, so I came by to make sure you're okay..." she let her voice trail off as Darren appeared behind her. "You check on me all the time, I assumed it was my turn."
"Oh, it's nothing that trading in my dumbass brother wouldn't fix. Come in hun, we're just arguing over what a stupid male he can be sometimes," Tabitha said in a friendlier tone.
"You two don't fight, what on earth is going on," Kristy asked confused.
"He thinks I have a big mouth and can't keep secrets," she jerked her thumb at her brother.
"Well you do have sort of a reputation for not being able to keep exciting news from the masses," Kirsty laughed, "But I don't think you have blabbed any of my big secrets. If it's important, you can keep a secret."
"See, so just tell me already," Tabitha poked her tongue at Darren. "He went on a date last night and came home all happy and he won't tell me who with."
"Really?" Kristy said, "I would have thought he would have been out on dates all the time; I mean he isn't exactly ugly, look at the way Kelly fawns all over him all the time. It was probably her," Kristy laughed, "and that's why he won't tell you." Kristy teased thinking he must have gone out after dropping her home which really disappointed her though she tried not to let it show.
Darren had frowned at Kristy as she spoke, "Kelly is so not my type."
"Okay fine, I will just ring all my friends and work it out. You know I will find out; I always do," she warned him. "If you mess up my friends," she threatened, "there will be hell to pay."
"Oh but its fine for you to sleep with Greg whenever you have an itch," he rolled his eyes at her.
"Don't think I won't use what I know against you if I have to," their voices began to increase in volume again until Kristy broke in.
"It was me Tab. I asked him to have dinner with me because I was a little spooked about the anonymous valentine stuff and wanted a guy's perspective. I don't know why he wouldn't tell you, nothing happened. Honestly, it was just dinner and a lot of laughing about old times." She finally ran out of steam and looked at Darren, "Just tell her, unless, of course, you went out on a real date afterwards, with someone else," she put in fishing for information without actually asking the question.
"I did tell her, she didn't believe me. Apparently you need to run these things past your social secretary in the future," he shrugged not looking happy.
Tabitha looked sceptically at them both before giving in, "Fine, I believe Kristy but you," she pointed to Darren, "Have some explaining to do."
"About what?" he scowled at her.
"Stuff," she threw up her hands in mock exasperation. "Now what did you get from the anonymous Valentine today," she grinned at Kristy.
"Go have a look at my car you can't miss it," Kristy laughed.
"My God! It's a clown car," Tabitha called out from the front footpath. She came back in and put out her hand for the card that came with the balloons. Then sat on the couch beside Kristy as she read it, "That would have to be the worst poetry I have ever read!"
"Oh, I don't know. I think it's kinda sweet," Kristy laughed at herself.
"Bleah," Tabitha mimicked throwing up. Darren had retreated to the kitchen and had begun dishing up big bowls of the pasta he had cooked.
"Thanks, Darren. I am starving," Kristy smiled as he passed her a plate.
"Since when do you call him Darren?" Tabitha eyed her suspiciously.
"Since he threatened to revisit the long forgotten nickname that used to haunt me," Kristy admitted.
"Oh yeah, no girl really wants to be called Kanga," she chuckled.
"That was it," Darren smacked his head, "Why couldn't I remember that last night?"
"Because you're more of a gentleman than that," Tabitha warned him. Kristy laughed; there were times when having a bossy best friend came in handy. The three friends laughed and joked throughout the meal, and Kristy and Tabitha did the dishes. At the risk of bringing up a touchy subject, Kristy began a softly spoken conversation as they cleaned the kitchen.
"Judging by your reaction, Darren doesn't date very often huh?" Kristy asked in an offhand way.
"Not that he would tell me if he did, since we have lived together he has never brought a girl home for the night. He says he is fussy; he has an imaginary list of standards," she laughed softly. "What really happened last night?"
"Nothing honestly, it's just he's such a nice guy you know, I always wondered why he was still single. For a while there I wondered if he was in the closet, you know, being in the army and all," Kirsty said sending Tabitha into peals of laughter and bringing Darren to the kitchen.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Girl stuff," Tabitha said before snorting and laughing again. "Don't worry we aren't talking about you." Then she began to belt out a rendition of You're So Vain, until he picked up a dish towel and began to flick her with it. Kristy laughed getting out of the line of fire as the siblings began to play fight.
"I really should head home," Kristy said with a smile, "Thanks for dinner," she leant up to kiss Darren's cheek but he turned his head slightly and their lips brushed once more. She blushed and turned to where Tabitha had been standing finding her gone.
"She had gone to the bathroom before you started to leave, silly," he smirked, "Does this count as a second date because you know what they say about third dates." He laughed hard at her startled expression and dipped his head to kiss her chastely, meeting her lips with his fully this time.
"I umm," Kristy stammered.
"What have you done to my friend," Tabitha eyed her brother suspiciously again.
"Nothing we were just saying goodnight," Darren pleaded his innocence and Kristy blinked trying to regain her composure.
The drive home was full of self-talk and ludicrous scenario's so that when she got up to her apartment with all the balloons and let them go she called Tabitha.
"Look," she said without preamble, "I think I have a crush on your brother and if you tell me right now that you hate the idea I promise I will do my best never to look at him again as anything but a big brother." The words had come out in such a rush there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
"Well that's great, I mean you would eventually become my sister just like we always said we wanted to be. The problem would be that if it didn't work out you would both have to continue dealing each other because I couldn't give either of you up. You couldn't just wipe him off the face of the earth like that shithead ex-fiancé of yours." Tabitha sounded as if she had given the idea quite a bit of thought.
"But you don't hate the idea?" Kristy asked tentatively.
"No! Not at all, in fact, I like it, but what if things don't work out or what if your secret Valentine is I dunno, some Hollywood hunk millionaire. I mean I wouldn't want you to hurt him or him you. Maybe just wait until after Valentine's Day. See who the anonymous is and then see how you feel." Tabitha counselled her and once again Kristy got the impression it was not the first time Tabitha had thought about it.
"Thanks Tab, you're the best. Sleep well," Kristy hung up the phone smiling. She wondered if Tabitha would tell her brother but after the kiss tonight she realised she didn't care if she did or not.
\*\*\*\*\*
"All right, you, start explaining!" Tabitha had barged into her brother's room. She held up her phone still showing Kristy's picture.
"I like her; I have for a while, but you know after Damo messed her up, and then she barely went out, I didn't know if she liked me just as a sort of brother..." He tried to explain.
"You're the secret admirer aren't you?" Tabitha accused. "I knew it from that night when we wrote the list, and you added your name."
"Sadly, no. Although I wouldn't mind knowing who it is because she told me it's freaking her out and making her feel like she is being stalked again," Darren's voice held concern.
"Shit, I was sure it was you," Tabitha frowned at him and climbed onto the bed beside him. "Look I think you would make a great couple but like I said to her if it doesn't work out you will still have to deal with each other because I won't give either of you up, okay?"
"Wait! You said that to her?" He asked puzzled.
"Yeah, she just rang to inform me that she thinks she has a crush on you and that if I didn't like it she would only ever look at you like a brother again," she smiled. "There is one other thing though," she frowned before continuing, "You have to let her see this valentine's thing out. Whoever it is has gone to a lot of trouble and she will regret it if she doesn't find out who it is. If she is still open to seeing you after that then I am okay with it."
"She's got a crush on me," Darren grinned like a goofy teenager and crushed his sister in a bear hug.
"If you mess her up I will make you pay" she mumbled in the hug.
\*\*\*\*\*
As usual, on Wednesdays, Kristy went to have dinner with her parents after work. It was while they were eating that her mother continued on with her usual topic of most interest, Kristy's love life, that her father cleared his throat and interrupted.
"Perhaps there is something you should tell us about this?" he chuckled and put a pink envelope decorated in white lace hearts on the table.
"Dad, I didn't want to say anything because I think I might be starting to get interested in someone else and this secret valentine's stuff just complicates things," Kristy looked at her father willing him to understand but her mother cut into her thoughts.
"Why limit yourself? You can still be interested in one man and meet the other on Valentine's Day. It's not like your engaged or have a commitment to anyone or we would have met them surely!" her mother said excitedly. "Just open the card, please."
"You're not fooling me mother," Kristy scowled at her and picked up the card and searched it for signs of tampering.
"I took it off her and held it for you sweetie," her father smiled. Opening it Kristy read:
" February 12th Day 3 The Legend of Esther A. Howland
If you aren't a fan of the pre-printed cards you feel forced to buy for Valentine's Day, you finally have someone to blame: the legendary Esther A. Howland is credited with creating the first mass-printed Valentine's Day cards. After the Duke of Orleans started the whole love-letter thing on February 14, it got kind of popular in England. By the 1700s, people in Great Britain and America were exchanging handmade cards for the holiday. At some point in the 1840s, Esther Howland received a valentine from a friend in Great Britain and liked the idea so much that she used her father's printing press to mass-produce beautiful cards of her own. She started selling them and is now known as the "Mother of the Valentine." So the next time you have to buy one, you can think of her before you curse the greeting card companies of today.
Be my Valentine,
D."
She looked again at the front of the card and the sweet cartoon like Kangaroo drawn there, holding up a heart as it bounded around. She smiled opening the card again to look at the tiny kangaroo shaped charm held within an equally tiny box taped to the inside.
"See my little Kanga, that wasn't so hard was it," her Dad smiled trying to swallow his chuckle, "It's a great card for you."
Disgusted with her parents seeming approval of this anonymous Valentine, Kristy left shortly after, once again weighed down with leftovers and her mother's baking. With the amount she had been out in the last week she still had a freezer full from her last dinner here.
She had been home for about fifteen minutes and was beginning to get ready for bed when there was a knock at her door. Throwing on a robe she went to answer it.
"For someone with a stalker you are pretty trusting about opening your door at this time of night," Darren grinned at her.
"Are you the one stalking me?" she asked.
"Of course, why else would I be here knocking on your door at this time of night," He said with a chuckle.
"Don't stalkers usually just watch from the bushes?" She laughed as he walked into her apartment.
"Usually but you have your curtains closed, not so much fun for a stalker like me," he said sadly. "Plus I sort of liked kissing you good night the last two nights thought I might make it a hat trick," he moved toward her. Surprised when she stepped back, he asked, "Don't you like my kisses?"
"Oh, I do, I really do," she said with feeling, "It's just that, with this whole Valentine's thing, I just don't see how I can start something else until after the week is over."
"It's just a goodnight kiss, Kristy. It's not like I am going to take you to bed or anything. Although if that is on the table," he waggled his eyebrows at her.
"It's most definitely is not," she laughed.
"So then, there's no problem is there," he closed the distance between then and gathered her in his arms kissing her properly for the first time and she felt herself melt under the intensity of it.
"You better go," she said breathless pushing him away, "Before I change my mind about what is and isn't on the table."
"Tabitha might have mentioned that you were open to suggestions," he grinned as he let her go watching her blush. "But if it makes you feel better I will go, Tabitha also told me not to bother you until after Friday but I just couldn't help it. A good night kiss from you has been the best part of my day lately."
She couldn't be sure if he was teasing her or not, so she whispered, "Mine too."
"Look I know you feel you have to see this Valentine's Day thing through but book me in for Saturday okay? We'll do something fun, have a proper date," he said unconcernedly that she had a date with an unknown person on the Friday. "We'll have our own Valentine's day. If we go by having dinner together that will be our third date this week," again he waggled his eyebrows lightening the mood, "You know what that means."
Kristy laughed and pushed him towards the door, but he stopped before it and turned to look at her, "You're worth the wait," he kissed her again, and she felt herself melt even more. Then he opened the door and was gone.
\*\*\*\*\*
Kristy spent the night tossing and turning worrying about the valentine and how she truly felt about Darren. It was with bleary eyes that she got up for work the next day and remembered happily that it was Thursday, and she could come home early.
The owner's wife noticed her withdrawn manner and the dark circles under her eyes when she arrived and asked if she felt unwell.
"I have a few personal issues to deal with, and I haven't been sleeping well," Kristy admitted.
"Man trouble I bet," the woman harrumphed, "Such is the price of being young and beautiful."
"Come with me," she led Kristy into the workshop. "Gino, can't you see this girl is not well?"
"She is at work isn't she?" He looked at Kristy as if confused.
"Men!" the woman threw up her arms in a gesture of exasperation, "I am sending her home and giving her tomorrow off work, I will come in for her." Gino started to complain about it being the busy season, but she had silenced him before he started. "You think I cannot run this office on my own?" She drew herself up as if daring him to say otherwise.
"Bah, do what you want, you always do," he turned back to his work grumbling that he didn't know why she bothered to tell him anything when she had already decided what would happen.
Kristy gathered her bag and went straight home, collapsing onto her bed and curling up. Her phone rang fairly insistently, but she chose to ignore it as she sailed in and out of a light doze. She was exhausted, after months of being a virtual recluse the last two weeks had been bedlam and had truly worn her out.
Her room was dimly lit by afternoon sun when she finally heard the loud banging on her door and got up to answer it in her now rumpled work clothes.
"Oh, my god, what's wrong with you?" Gabrielle asked.
"Shit I forgot I was going to meet you again this week, I have just been so busy, and then I haven't been sleeping well," she threw up her hands, "I forgot I am sorry."
"Go back to bed, hun I will let everyone know you are okay," Gabrielle said gently putting an arm around her waist to support her because she looked so fragile at that moment.
"Everyone?" Kristy blinked.
"Well yeah, you haven't been answering your phone Miss Popular," Gabrielle gave a half laugh as she settled Kristy into bed.
"Give me your phone, I will fend off everyone for a while," she smiled as Kristy mumbled a thanks and rolled over her eyes feeling so heavy that all she wanted to do was sleep.
When she woke again there were voices talking quietly in her living room, and she got out of bed to go and investigate. Darren had obviously just arrived with Greg and Tabitha was telling them to leave.
"I'm fine," Kristy said from the doorway. "You can all go home now; I was just over tired that's all. A little nana nap and I'm all better," she said but wobbled on her feet a little unsteadily.
"You don't seem all better," Tabitha raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at her.
"I just need something in my tummy I missed lunch," she looked around at the clock, "and I guess dinner," she smiled, "Thank goodness I have a fridge full of leftovers from my mother. Have you all eaten there's plenty," she tried to sound upbeat.
"We can still make the late screening," Greg said to Tabitha.
"Go Tab, I will be good I promise," Darren said.
"Kristy, I am going to leave you with Jumpy but if you need me, you call me," she looked at her friend seriously. "You gave Gabrielle a big scare when you answered the door looking like death warmed up."
"The old nightmares are back again, probably because of all the attention you know, and the stalker like Valentine's, I will be glad when tomorrow's over," Kristy grimaced.
"Surprises are supposed to be fun not scary," Tabitha said loudly, "Just kick Jumpy out when you've had something to eat and go back to bed," She smiled. "Got any alcohol? Have a good belt of scotch or something before you go to bed it will help you sleep through any bad dreams."
"Go say goodbye, I can heat stuff up," Darren said squeezing into the small kitchen with her.
"Really I'm fine, and I have the day off tomorrow, the boss insisted. So I can relax over a long weekend," she smiled at Tabitha. "Go have fun. It will be different for you two to have a proper date."
"That's what I have been trying to tell her, so this is just a dress rehearsal, for the real one tomorrow," Greg winked.
The girls embraced, and Kristy shut the door turning back into her small apartment noticing for the first time the huge bouquet of roses on the table. She walked over to smell them knowing without looking that there would be a card. She picked it up and read it quickly:
" February 13th Day 2 The gift of flowers on Valentine's Day probably dates to the early 1700s when Charles II of Sweden brought the Persian poetical art called "the language of flowers" to Europe. Throughout the 18th century, floral lexicons were published, allowing secrets to be exchanged with a lily or lilac, and entire conversations to take place in a bouquet of flowers. The more popular the flower, the more traditions and meanings have been associated with it. The rose, representing love, is probably the only flower with a meaning that is universally understood. The red rose remains the most popular flower bought by men for their sweethearts. I am looking forward to tomorrow evening very much and hope you are too. From your Valentine, D."
Darren was strangely quiet as they ate leftover shepherd's pie. He seemed to be watching her carefully as if waiting for her to wilt or something.
"You know you don't have to go through with this tomorrow if you're not feeling well," Darren said softly.
"I will sleep better once I know the person who seems to be watching everything I do is. Then I can either accept his valentine or guard against him," she gave a half smile knowing that accepting the valentine overtures was probably a slim possibility now.
"I see," Darren murmured trying not to push her to accept his own advances until she was ready. "Want to watch a movie before you kick me out?" He asked.
"Sure you choose I will just take these into the kitchen and grab some of mum's caramel slice she made when I was there last," she laughed seeing him nod enthusiastically. Surprisingly he chose an old movie she had just watched recently but she didn't mind, it was worth watching again.
Putting a plate of small pieces of the caramel slice between them she sat back on the lounge beside him and encouraged by the arm that wrapped around her shoulder leaned into him as the movie began.
The movie had barely started when she felt her eyes start to droop again. She was startled awake by yet another dream of being stalked and chased to find Darren holding her close and stroking her hair. She blinked awake and smiled up at him.
"Bad dream?" he asked softly and she nodded. He leaned down and kissed her lightly whispering, "Sleep, I'm not going anywhere, you're safe with me."
\*\*\*\*\*
Kristy woke up the next morning in her own bed. She could smell cooking and hear someone in her kitchen. Wondering if Darren had stayed all night she went to investigate.
"Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful, I am glad I didn't have to wake you," Tabitha said brightly and moved from the kitchen to the table with plates, "Come on, or it will go cold!"
"You don't cook!" Kristy stood dumbfounded.
"I can cook but why would I when Darren is happy to do it," she laughed, "Plus he made the batter for the pancakes and organised everything before he left. He gave me very explicit instructions about greeting you by saying, Happy Valentine's Day Beautiful," she continued to laugh.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" Kristy asked.
"I have an RDO since we decided to have a party at our place tonight," she smiled. Darren couldn't get the whole day off, but I think he is leaving work early this afternoon, so for now, it's up to you and me.."
"Oh okay, sure I can help, what do you need?" Kristy laughed with her friend who was in a take charge mood.
"First eat a good breakfast, so I don't have to lie to Darren when he checks up that I did everything he asked this morning, then we go shopping," Tabitha grinned.
The girls spent the morning visiting party shops for decorations, grocery shopping for snacks and finger food and finally heading to the pub for drinks and ice for the eskies. Hot and sweaty they finally started getting things together at the house starting with decorations when Darren finally came home in the early afternoon. He laughed at their choices of small cherubs that hung from the ceiling with signs saying "kiss me" and the variety of pink and white balloons.
"As much as it pains me to ask, shouldn't you be getting ready for your big date?" Darren asked.
"You mean I don't look pretty enough now?" Kristy pretended disappointment.
"No, you don't!" Tabitha laughed as Darren stammered for the right words. "I'll take you home and leave Darren to sort out the rest of this fiasco."
"Don't forget tomorrow," Darren grumbled.
"I won't," Kristy said happily and followed Tabitha out of the door.
"Wait!" he called and jogged out after her. "Just so you don't forget," he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.
Tabitha shook her head and put her finger in her mouth motioning being sick as they finally broke apart and Kristy got into the car making her laugh.
"Tab, I am not sure about going out with some anonymous guy," Kristy confessed.
"You probably already know him and don't realise. I mean look at how well he knows you, from all the gifts and cards," Tabitha said reasonably.
"I guess, but the whole blind date thing is just creepy, I can't get into the mystery of it, truthfully I'm scared shitless," Kristy admitted.
"If he turns out to be someone hideous text me for help and I will send Jumpy to pick you up," she smiled. "Believe me I doubt he will mind." Tabitha grinned.
"Promise you will keep your phone on you? Stick it in your bra or something?" Kristy asked.
"Sure I will even give it to Jumpy when I shower or better yet just call him directly," Tab suggested. "Like I said he won't mind one bit."
Kristy got out of the car farewelling Tabitha and walked up to her apartment.
She smiled as she stepped into the shower; Tabitha was right she could just call Darren to come and pick her up as soon as she found out who it was that had been sending her all the gifts. It wasn't that she was ungrateful for the thoughtfulness of the gifts and cards, but if they knew anything about what she had been through during the break up with her ex they would have known how freaked out she had become during the last ten days.
It was with the thought of seeing Darren later in the evening that Kristy dressed for the mystery date. By quarter to six, Kristy was ready and standing in her living room looking at all the gifts she had received, whoever it was really did know her well, she reasoned trying to calm her nerves. At six a knock on her door sounded and taking a large breath she opened her door.
A man in a suit she had never seen before stood there. He handed her a box and said, "I am driving your pumpkin tonight Cinderella. I will wait downstairs in the limousine for when you are ready to go to the ball," then he turned and left.
Confused she took the package into her apartment and opened it. A beautiful red Valentino dress was wrapped carefully in tissue paper, and an envelope rested on top. It was an invitation to the annual Valentine's charity ball.
She changed into the dress unable to resist a real Valentino and looked at herself in the mirror. There was no way a guy could know her exact size like this without the help of one of her friends could he? A shiver ran down her spine, and she felt all her anxiousness ball in her stomach. She wished one of her friends was here with their usual excitement to buoy her up and not let the bad vibe she had get out of hand.
Kristy called Tabitha and explained about the driver and the dress and the ticket to the ball as well as the fact that she still didn't know who the secret Valentine was. Tabitha wanted all the details, where the ball was, what the theme was, and reminding Kristy to make sure she kept her phone close.
With great trepidation, Kristy made her way down to the car, knowing she wouldn't sleep well until she could put a name and face with the person who had done all this for her. The driver saw her as she emerged from the building and opened the door for her.
Nervously she fidgeted on the short drive to the riverside venue and as she entered she could barely speak her mouth was so dry from nervousness. With the dining room not open yet she browsed the gallery of the silent auction sipping the glass of champagne she had been handed on arrival.
"I wasn't sure you would come?" Kristy froze as a familiar voice spoke behind her. She turned slowly feeling sudden sick and looked at Damien.
"You're the guy who has been sending me anonymous Valentine's?" Kristy was appalled, and her voice rose in her anxiety.
"I gave you enough hints in the cards," he said moving closer, "Let's not make a scene in front of all these people, this is a charity event and you could show me some and at least have dinner with me and listen to what I have to say."
"I think we said everything we need to say to each other months ago," Kristy looked around wildly, her head spinning that it was Damien and he stood close with an arm around her talking to her as if she was the one who had caused the break up. She felt trapped and horrified by the situation she had found herself in.
"I miss you Kristy, I never realised what a good thing I had when I had it. I'm a changed man," he forced her to look at him, "I am at my best when I am with you, just give me time to prove it to you."
"I gave you so much time, so many chances, you made me a basket case, I can't go down that road again," she said quietly seeing the flare of anger that scared her in his eyes.
"Then just give me tonight, no strings," he said in a calm voice that belied his body language. "I just want to catch up really I have missed talking to you so much and what would you be doing tonight but sitting at home alone watching old movies if you weren't here with me."
Kristy opened her mouth to say she would be with someone else, but he obviously knew she had been very reclusive since their break up, and she wasn't about to tell him about her growing feelings for Darren. She felt a shiver run up her spine as she realised he knew far too much about her life since she left him.
The doors to the dining room opened, and he lead her inside with a strong hand in the small of her back, giving her no choice but to walk with him or make a scene. She waited until they had found their table, and she had orientated herself to the room and the people they were dining with before attempting to excuse herself to go to the bathroom. Damien put this hand on her bag in an attempt to make her leave it at the table.
"Where would a girl be without her lipstick," she smiled pulling it from under his hand and walking from the table. She walked to the Ladies room finding Damien's sister, Layla, who they were sitting with, right behind her as she walked through the door.
"I'll look after your bag for you while you go in if you like, then you can look after mine," she said with a smile.
"Oh I am fine, thanks anyway," Kristy said lightly waving her away and entering a cubicle, quickly pulling her phone from her bag and forcing it into her cleavage she called, "Oh its gruesome in here on second thoughts you can hold it."
Handing her bag to Layla, Kristy quickly shut the door and grabbed her phone sending the quickest message ever, "Damien, trapped, help!" pressing send she hoped Tabitha had her phone on her as promised. She really didn't want to have to text Darren. Right now she didn't want anything to do with any man, she just felt ill. She put the phone on silent and wedged it into her bar thanking fate that she had worn a well-padded push-up bra under the fitting red dress.
\*\*\*\*\*
"Shit!" Darren exploded into the noise of the party making those directly around him stop what they were doing and look at him. He had taken possession of Tabitha's phone after she told him of the conversation with Kristy and stalking through the party to find her he shoved it her and declared, "I'm going to get her."
He began to walk away, but Tabitha yelled, "Wait! You can't just waltz into an invitation only event and demand to see her. You'll be thrown out in the mood you're in, if not thrown in jail for assault if you see Damien." Her mind was working fast as she spoke trying to calm her brother down.
"Well unless you have a better idea," Darren said through clenched teeth trying to reign in his anger, jealousy, concern and a thousand other emotions that ran through him at that moment.
She turned to the small group that had followed their progress through the house. "Nisha, you and Paul are in charge, don't let things get out of hand before we get back. How much have you had to drink?" she asked Greg.
"Just the one, I was pacing myself," he seemed confused.
"Good you drive, he's not thinking straight at the moment. Let's go I will give you directions," Tabitha said taking control of the situation.
\*\*\*\*\*
She returned to the table and made small talk with the others who were seated with them, who consisted of Damien's sister and her husband as well as several of his work colleagues and their partners. They each took every opportunity to point out how well Damien was doing at work and how he hadn't had a girlfriend since Kristy left him.
Kristy seethed inside with each passing comment; she hadn't just left him. She had put herself through hell trying to fix their broken relationship before she finally moved out and severed contact with him. Unable to take it anymore Kristy stood after the dessert claiming to need fresh air but she found Damien had grabbed her wrist in a tight hold, "I'll come with you," Damien smiled but it did not reach his eyes.
Kristy went to walk towards the building entrance but Damien steered her to the back deck almost strong arming her and murmuring, "You at least owe me tonight, after all the trouble I went through."
"I owe you nothing," Kristy said quietly. "Why couldn't you have just left me alone, did you think I would still have feelings for you after all that happened?" She felt her indignation at what his friends had been saying rise in her. "You told them all I left you as if I had no reason!"
"You will stay for the rest of the auction announcements and dessert," he said menacingly. Still holding her wrist tightly Damien dragged her back toward the banquet hall, stopping in his tracks as he neared the door.
"Let go of my daughter now!" Neil's voice was barely above a whisper but the threat it held could not be mistaken.
"Daddy!" Kristy gasped and wrenched her hand free of Damien's hold, and all but running to her father. It was only then that she noticed the two large gentlemen that had escorted her father through the venue to find her.
"Nobody is supposed to be permitted entry without an invitation," Damien accused the two men.
"These gentlemen were kind enough to help me find my daughter after I explained that there was a family emergency and showed them my ID," Neil took great pleasure in the look of chagrin on Damien's face and could not help but press his point. "This was a very real emergency." He stepped close to Damien and lowered his voice, "We will be filing a restraining order against you, if you come near my daughter again, you will regret it."
Neil linked his arm through Kristy's and walked back through the room followed by the two men who had escorted him and Damien. "That dress is amazing; I feel like the luckiest man in the room right now having you on my arm," he smiled at her, and she moved closer feeling the safety of him being so close.
"I thought so too before I realised who sent it to me," Kristy shuddered.
"Ah, I see, seems a shame to send it back but there will be other red dresses," Neil consoled her as they made it into the reception area where Tabitha waited, relief flowing into her face as she saw then appear in the doorway.
Kristy ran and hugged her, "Thank you! I knew you wouldn't leave me trapped here."
"I should have known," Damien sneered from behind them, "the busy-body friend who can't keep her nose out of everyone's business."
"You are lucky it's me standing here and not my brother, or you wouldn't be so smug right now, haven't you hurt her enough? Had to come back and take everything from her all over again," Tabitha gave him a level stare.
"I have given her nothing but the best, that dress alone cost me a fortune," Damien snarled.
"Give him the dress Kristy," Tabitha said calmly, "You don't want anything to remind you of this nightmare."
Caught up in the moment Kristy reached back and undid her zip. As she lowered the dress her father took off his suit jacket and held it in front of her so she could slip it on as the dress fell to the floor. Tabitha picked up the dress and threw it at Damien, "Enjoy your date," she laughed and taking Kristy's hand walked out of the door followed by Neil.
Darren stalked near the car they had parked illegally in front of the building. Relief flowed into his features as the trio emerged and he opened the car door for them. Tabitha took the front seat letting Darren sit beside Kristy and her father.
"If there is a dress under that coat, it's not exactly long enough to be a ball gown is it?" Darren smiled looking at her legs as she sat between himself and her father.
"I gave it back to him," Kristy blushed and covered her face, "Tab made me do it."
"I'm not complaining," Darren said. "It's only the fact that your father is sitting beside you that is making me try and ignore your cleavage." He laughed with genuine humour as did Neil.
"I am really sorry you had to come and save me Dad, did I ruin any plans you and Mum had?" Kristy looked up at her father in the dark car.
"Of course not. Actually I was more than happy when Tabitha showed up and demanded I get dressed in a suit," he laughed.
"She can be a bit bossy," Kristy nodded her head.
"You should have called me though, I miss being super Dad who can fix anything," he hugged her to him.
"You go to the party with your friends where you should have gone tonight instead of the ball and Darren said he would bring you over for lunch tomorrow," Neil said as they pulled up in front of Kristy's childhood home, and she prepared to get out and face her mother with him. "I'll fill your mum in on all the gory details, they told me what happened this week on the way to get you," he kissed her cheek.
"Thanks, Dad," Kristy smiled and held his hand for a moment.
"Make sure you have some fun, don't let him pull you back into the slump you were in," he cautioned.
"No chance of that now, I have no intention of letting her be a recluse again," Darren laughed form behind her.
"Good man," Neil grinned and turned walking to the house and his waiting wife.
"I would say we could stop and get you something to wear to the party, but I am quite liking this look on you," Darren lifted the lapel of the jacket and peaked at her breasts chuckling as he did.
"Don't worry I will find you something to wear," Tabitha laughed and reached back to smack her brother narrowly missing.
The short drive to the party only took minutes, and as they all got out of the car, Kristy took the opportunity to hug Greg, "Thank you so much for coming with them to get me, I know you would rather have stayed and partied."
"Are you kidding? I think you under-estimate how much all your friends care for you Kristy," he returned her hug, "Plus it's pretty cool to watch Tab be all in control and take charge, don't you think?"
"It's one of her many charms," Kristy admitted, "She is good in a crisis."
"I'll have my boyfriend back now, thanks," Tabitha said with mock jealousy, "Bad enough my brother can't think straight around you."
"Indeed, especially in that ball gown," Greg teased.
"I'm gonna go raid your closet, Tab," Kristy grimaced.
"As much as I like it too, maybe it would be better if you changed, then I would have some chance at getting some time alone with you tonight." Darren laughed and picked her up carrying her through the party as people called out to him to stop for a minute.
Tabitha was taller and broader than Kristy, and she had difficulty finding something that fit her without gaping in the chest or being so long she tripped over it. She settled for a flowing halter neck dress which would have been short on Tabitha but on Kristy it fell to her knees. Darren had sat back on the bed watching the whole process and enjoying himself immensely. When she was finally dressed, he stood up and caught her in his arms.
"No more excuses," he said softly and kissed her, "We are going to start dating properly, seriously even. I have wanted to be more than your friend for so long now that I can't let you go out there without knowing exactly how I feel and what I want."
"It sort of crept up on me slowly," she said softly, "but I would like that very much," and for the first time she tangled her arms around his neck and kissed him back pressing her body up against his feeling happier than she had in some time.
"Another kiss like that and we won't make it out to the party at all," he murmured and leaving one hand wrapped round her opened the door and led her out into the crowd of their friends.
The night was great; Kristy had to admit. She and Darren had not been more than an arm's length apart at any time and even then the gap closed quickly. Even when talking to different groups of friends they had stood back to back their hands finding each other's.
People started to leave shortly after midnight and with just a few last people hanging around sitting, chatting quietly, Darren swooped Kristy up in his arms and carried her to his room with a smile, murmuring, "Third date rules, and all," grinning wider as she didn't argue or try to correct him.
Instead, Kristy wrapped her arms about his shoulders wanting what she knew was about to happen as much as he did but unable to bring herself to say it out loud. He sat on the edge of the bed and turned her, so she straddled his lap facing him, and pulled off his shirt. She wrapped her arms about his neck once more and leaned into his kiss staying within his strong embrace for what seemed an eternity her lips locked to his. His hands moved up and down her back as if soothing a skittish kitten before pulling away slightly to look at her face making sure this was what she wanted, as much as he did. He began leaning back his eyes locked to hers as he rolled slightly positioning her on her side kissing her again.
"I have dreamed of you and this moment," he whispered and she smiled nodding, her eyes bright, her arms reaching toward him once more wanting the closeness of his body. He smiled dipping his head to her neck and kissing below her ear before working his way up her jawline to kiss her fully again, rolling her to her back and hovering partially over her.
Darren moaned into the kiss, his hands slowly exploring her body as a blind man might read braille. The dress slowly sliding up her thighs as his hand moved up her body, his mouth devouring hers in a long passionate kiss.
He stopped reluctantly to catch his breath pulling the knot of the halter-neck dress free and exposing the silk and lace strapless bra she wore and watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Kristy shivered as he stared at her taking a finger and running it from her neck down between her breasts, making her sigh in pleasure and arch slightly toward him. She felt his hands move beneath her and undo the small garment leaving it in place before looking up at her hesitantly despite his obvious arousal and need.
Feeling his reluctance to do anything she wasn't ready for she lifted her hand to take his, smiling she covered her breast with it and pulled the bra away. She felt his fingers enclose around the soft mound of flesh as he rolled on top of her, his chest to her tummy as his head lowered to capture the tightening pink bud of her nipple between his lips. She felt his lips teeth and tongue tease at one breast as his fingers rolled and tweaked at the other and she lowered her hands to run her nails lightly over his back as she murmured husky sounds of appreciation.
"Do you know how beautiful you are to me," He raised his head and whispered moving back up to kiss her as his hands covered both breasts fanning out to capture the mounds and pull them up until only the nipple was between his fingers. At her appreciative murmur he kissed her again unable to get enough as if he had been starving for the last month, and finally she was here to feed him.
Unable to hold herself back any longer Kristy reached for his belt, pushing her hands between them to undo the large buckle and pull it free. Darren propped himself up on his arms watching her with a smile as the belt slid away loop by loop. She threw it to the floor and tugged at the button and zipper of his jeans, leaning down he kissed her as she struggled to undo the fastenings and push down on the denim. Growling he lifted back up again and kicked the jeans away kneeling up between her legs. His hands stroked slowly up her legs brushing over the lace tops of her thigh high's making him smile and murmur, "very nice," as he continued to push the dress up her body finally pulling it free.
"Very, very, nice," he breathed his eyes taking her in as he knelt over her. His hands moved from her shoulders down over her breasts and tummy finally hooking into the tiny triangle of silk that was her thong. She stared up at him as his eyes fixated on the spot between her legs, he slowly lowered the scrap of material down her legs, depositing it beside the bed with the other clothes. Breathing deeply, he brought his hand back up to her pussy, finally looking up at the face of the girl he had dreamt of having just like this, determined not to rush it.
Kristy was so hot and horny by this stage, the feel of his finger stroking into her wet pussy made her whimper in pleasure and raise her hips to him, showing how much she desired his touch. She felt his finger slide easily into her and become coated with the evidence of her arousal, the second finger moved in slower, inch by inch as her hips rocked to his movements. He smiled as her body begged without words for him, and she let out a large breath followed by a whimper as her muscles contracted around his moving fingers.
He watched as she moved below him enjoying the quickness of her breath and the sounds she made as she rose in pleasure to his teasing hands, moving back on the bed he lowered his head to her and flicked his tongue over her clit making her arch up and cry out. He placed his free hand on her belly and continued the assault until he heard her whimpering cry and the gush of fluid over his hand. Unable to hold himself back any longer he crawled up her body, kissing her deeply as he drove into her open pussy with a hard thrust, taking her and possessing her. His arms wrapped around her tightly as he pounded in and out, satiating his long held need.
Kristy wrapped her legs up around his hips and raked her nails over his back, cooing into his ear, "Oh yes, more, yes." She rocked her hips to meet his every thrust and sailed on wave after wave of pure pleasure as her initial orgasm continued to roll through her body. She tightened the muscles surrounding him meeting his thrusts with more resistance and enjoying the low groans and growls he let out as he took her hard and deep. This first time was all about him staking his claim on her body. There would be time for more another time and he buried himself deeply into her and came hard. His cock pulsing for what seemed to him an eternity as she held him tightly to her body.
He didn't pull out of her but rather rolled to his side still embedded deeply within her and held her gently kissing her breathlessly and murmuring, "You are amazing."
"I was going to say the same thing about you," she smiled and kissed him happy in his arms, "Thank you for making this disaster the best Valentine's Day ever."
He grinned at her then, "The nights not over, give me a few minutes, and I can maybe improve on it even more." He waggled his eyebrows at her, and she giggled. Neither could stop smiling such was their happiness at being together.
"A few minutes, huh? I think I can probably speed up that process a little for you," she kissed him and then slid down his body enjoying his deep groan as she took his cock between her lips.
\*\*\*\*\* |
Matt & Lisa at School Ch. 05 | 40,917 | 4.73 | 295,318 | [
"coed",
"college",
"master"
] | *(If you haven't already, please read Matt and Lisa at School -- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4. This will make much more sense if you do. There is also more detailed family background in A Family New Year's Eve series and A Surprise Visit.)*
\*
It was about five o'clock late Wednesday afternoon, two days before the start of Parents' Weekend at the school, when Matt returned to the apartment after a 30 minute run. He started peeling off his sweaty clothes as he hit the stairs. When he reached his room, his cell phone rang. Actually, it played an old clip from the movie Dracula. "The Children of the Night...what music they make..." Matt had down-loaded it and assigned it the day after his beautiful older sister told him about Uncle David's rather off-beat explanation of his status within their family. Matt didn't care -- he loved his uncle -- and no one could deny the impact he'd had on their lives.
"Hey, Unc..." Matt answered as he flipped his phone open. "Just thinking about you...I wish you were coming, too."
"So do I, Matt...so do I," David lamented, but only for a moment before Matt's father interrupted.
"Afternoon, Matty. How are you doing? How are the girls?" Steven asked his son.
"Hi, Dad! Nice surprise, guys. Everything's fine...Lisa and Margie are great, Pops! They're out right now, but boy, are they looking forward to the weekend." The college freshman paused as he lit a joint and took a deep drag.
"Good," David said, kind of in a hurry. "That's why I called. I want to go over a few things with the two of you, okay?" Father and son both answered affirmatively. "Great -- I'll try to keep this short and sweet. I'm late for a meeting."
(David was not the prototypically meek CPA. It was his chosen profession, but his clientele was more colorful and more connected than most.)
"First thing, Nephew...your new friends seem to check out okay. The pool hall is owned by a group here. Good businessmen. I'll send you a name and a phone number later. Show the head guy...you'll never get hurt on the goods or the distribution, I promise."
"Thanks, Unc...really, what ever I can do... Dad, these are the guys you're gonna meet in a couple days."
"Don't worry, Matty. You'll find a way to repay me, I'm sure." David's chuckle was quite dirty. "But for now, just listen...both of you.
"First of all, I want everybody to get to know each other well. It looks serious between Brian and Kathy and I want my son to have the opportunity to see her at play. Second, I hear good things about Margie. I want your mother to spend time with her...if you don't mind, I might like to use her with a client some time."
"I know she would be honored, Unc. She's kind of old-fashioned like that."
"You haven't seen her yet, have you?" Steven asked his brother. "I look forward to double-plugging the little cutie with you, bro."
"I'll see her soon enough, I'm sure." David continued. "Meanwhile, for this weekend, I want you, Matthew, to take control...of everything. Steve, I want you to make sure nothing goes wrong. Both of you okay with that?" Again, both father and son agreed. "Matt, your mother tells me you are getting quite good with your vocal talents. True?"
"Yes, Uncle David."
"There's a great deal of responsibility that comes with that gift, Matthew. Your parents and I are very proud of the way you've handled yourself so far. This weekend may be a real test for you." After a significant pause, David's voice flattened out as he asked, "You know, don't you Matt, that marrying your sister may not be the best choice for either of you?"
Matt gasped. "Son," his father broke in gently, "we can all see how much the two of you love each other."
"Thanks, Dad. We do, too. But no...I mean yes, David. We know we can't, but we plan on staying as close as we can for...well, forever, I guess."
"We all hope for that, Matt," David continued. "But for the weekend, give her some time with Andy. You, too, stud...try dipping your wick in his backside...I'm sure you can convince him, if he needs it. Brain told me you two could be twin brothers...could be very cool.
"Also, I want him a little distracted when your new friends entertain his sister at the pool hall. And I can't think of a family more distracting than yours, you perverts!" David chuckled again along with this brother and his nephew.
"Reservations are at the same hotel where Brian and Lisa stayed before. This time, though, you have the Presidential Suite for the weekend. Matt, tell your hot little sister that Anthony knows she is coming back and the room service crew has already been tipped.
"Finally, Matt, you need to exercise your best judgment this weekend regarding Kathy. I know you would never do anything to hurt your cousin...but you will fall in love with her this weekend. Won't he, Steven?"
"I did, Matt...the first time...no, actually we had met once before, but when they came to the house a few weeks ago...I am totally smitten with the girl. So is your mom!" His father laughed. "So is your Uncle David, son." "So what's the story, Unc? What do you want to happen? I'm not a slave to my desires... like you, Dad." David laughed out loud at his nephew. But then he turned serious again.
"But your cousin is, Matthew. As much as you and I are alike, my son and your father share many of the same qualities. Matt -- Kathy has already told Brian that she wants to be treated the same as your mother and your sister. When she sees Margie already getting the same treatment, well the thing is, Kathy thinks that what she has with her brother is the same as you and Lisa or your mother and I...or your mother and you. It isn't even close. You have to find out if he can provide it for her...I don't think so, but you have to talk to him and then talk to your father about it. If you think it is the right thing to do, I want you to make her your slut, Matthew."
"But Uncle David...even if everything feels right -- believe me, you don't know how much I appreciate your faith in me -- what about the logistics of the whole thing? If I'm her Master, how do I take care of her long distance?"
"Don't worry about it, Matty," his uncle reassured him. "If it happens, we'll talk about it then. But you're covered, Nephew...I got plans for you, remember? I gotta go...have any questions, email me or ask your dad, okay?"
"Ya...sure, Uncle David. Just one thing -- what we talked about the other day, about coming back...that's all still good, right?"
"Of course, Matt. You should know by now that whatever I tell you -- I mean it." David chuckled in reply.
"Thanks again for...you know, everything, Uncle David. Dad, I'll talk to you later -- say hi to Mom. Love you both," he said as he closed his phone and leaned back on his bed. They gave him a lot to think about. He relit the joint, took a drag and then put it out in his ashtray. He was thinking about his sister and Margie when he lay back on his pillow and closed his eyes.
It seemed like only a few minutes had passed when he opened his blue eyes again. He smiled at the beautiful twenty year-old girl, sitting naked at the foot of his bed. Her thick brown hair fell in waves over the smooth, seductive curve of her soft shoulders. Her back was arched as she sat with her right foot on the floor and her left foot tucked under her right thigh. Matt watched her as she smoked the joint he'd left in the ashtray. He loved the way her rosy pink nipples dominated the pale triangles left by her tanning bikini on her perfect 34B breasts. His eyes drifted down, knowing he would find the third patch of pale skin covering the baby-smooth flesh of her shaved mound. Her pussy lips opened like a budding flower under his gaze, her moisture gathering in the bottom of her slit.
Matt sat up against the pillows as he finished waking up. He reached for the joint and took a hit, looking around the room. "Where's Margie, baby?" He blew out the rest of the smoke and handed it back to his older sister.
Lisa stood at the end of the bed and walked slowly towards her younger brother while swiveling her trim hips and flipping her long hair, both moves calculated to drive him crazy. She loved getting to him before his cock was fully hard, but it always fun to tease him...just a little. She took a final hit and snuffed the joint out in his ashtray. Their lips met as she bent over him, covering his mouth with hers. Matt sucked the smoke out of her as she crawled up beside him on the bed. "Our little China Doll is making dinner, Matty. She said we had about 30 minutes before she would be done." Lisa started kissing his neck when she sat back on her heels. "Eeeuuuwww!!! What have you been doing? You're all salty, bro..." She kissed him quickly on his lips. "Come on...help me...we have time to get you in the shower, little brother."
Matt laughed and left himself in her capable hands. Together, they stood naked and entwined under the hot spray of the shower they shared. Lisa soaped up a washcloth and quickly but thoroughly, scrubbed her brother down from head to toe while he shampooed his hair. She rinsed him off once and then lathered up her hands again. This time, she sank to her knees and took his large, thick shaft in one soapy hand and his ball sac in the other. Her fingers moved gently over him, removing all traces of the sweat from his workout, from the tip of his dick to the back of his ass crack. When she was sure he was clean, she asked him for the nozzle and sprayed the rest of the soap from his flesh.
Lisa pulled her younger brother out of the shower and wrapped him with a warm, fluffy bath towel. She patted his fit, slim torso down as she walked him back to his bed. When she had the towel arranged as she wanted it, Lisa pushed Matt gently down on his back and crawled up beside him. This time, she only tasted his sweet skin as she licked the side of his neck. "Mmmm...much better, Matty," she sighed into his ear. "I didn't see you around campus today. I missed you, bro." Lisa snaked her hand down and wrapped her delicate fingers around his thickening shaft. She could feel the pulsing blood filling his magnificent tool as her fingers manipulated his sex and it made her desire even stronger. Lisa kissed her way slowly down her brother's body, letting her hard, pointed nipples drag along his flesh until her cheek rested on his hip. She opened her mouth, her breath drawing his length into her, just between her soft lips.
"Oh no...no no no!" Margie giggled as she saw what her roommates were about to do. "I worked too hard on dinner!" She pulled her Master's cock away from his sister's mouth and popped it into her own for a quick taste. "If you don't eat now, the dumplings will be ruined!" She tried to pull them up off the bed, but Lisa kept going back to her brother's crotch. But the struggling stopped soon enough when they smelled the Taiwanese treats that Yuan Mai Ling had prepared for their evening meal.
Matt sat up and sniffed the air. Then he grabbed his sister and stuck his nose into her pussy and sniffed there as well. "Ma ma hu hu," he said to Margie with a gleam in his eye. Literally "horse horse tiger tiger" it was the Chinese equivalent of "six of one..." and it set all three to laughing. Telling Margie that they would be up as soon as they dressed, brother and sister embraced and kissed deeply, promising each other they would continue their incestuous little encounter later.
Well after dinner was over and the three students had finished their studying for the evening, Matt called both girls into his room. The tall, trim young man was sitting at his desk, rolling some thin joints, wearing just a pair of cut-off sweat shorts when Margie and Lisa walked in together, smiles on their beautiful faces. Margie's long, lustrous black hair and golden skin contrasted delightfully with the white 'wife-beater' tee shirt and little white panties she wore. Lisa's smooth, tanned flesh and wavy dark brown hair played off perfectly against the black stretch-lace cami and boy shorts she wore. Matt loved that outfit on her -- he could see the paler flesh of her breasts and shaved mound through the sheer, sexy material. As always, when either one or the other...fuck, anytime he was in a room with them...his cock started to grow. "Oh, Lord," he sang to himself, "it's hard to be humble." He grinned and said, "Let's talk." Aside from Uncle David's comments about future job and marriage plans, Matt told the girls pretty much everything that had been discussed earlier when he spoke with David and their father about the upcoming weekend. When he told Lisa that her favorite Room Service waiter knew she was coming, she responded with hardening nipples, a strong, pungent release of her scent, and a very wicked little grin. She turned to Margie and ran a fingernail lightly up the inside of her thigh. Margie moaned as Lisa spoke softly to her. "I know you think William and Henry are great...and they are...but wait 'til you meet these guys, baby. You're gonna love room service!" Lisa moved her finger under Margie's panties, feeling her moisture start to pool at the bottom of the hairless slit. She brought her finger back to her mouth, sucking the pearly drop off the tip.
"Wait, baby cakes," Matt spoke firmly to both girls, his tone quite obvious. "Before we start this party, we have to get this weekend organized." Both girls paid attention, as he knew they would, but they didn't seem pleased. "At least," he relented mildly, "we have to start." Matt stood up and offered his chair. "Who types best while stoned, ladies?" Margie giggled and pointed at Lisa. Lisa nodded and sat down in her brother's chair. Matt moved to his bed and rested against a pile of pillows by the headboard as he lit one of the joints he rolled. Margie lay across the bed on her side, propped up on her elbow, her face even with her Master's hips. Matt took a hit off the joint and passed it to Margie. He exhaled and said, "Okay, let's start with a list of everybody's names..."
An hour and a half later, Lisa was playing with the formatting on the 3-day itinerary they had created for the weekend when Matt's cell phone rang. He saw his new friend's name in the caller ID and flipped the phone open. "Hey, J...how you doing?" He took a drag from the joint in Margie's hand while he listened to Jamal Compton, the manager of the pool hall he and the girls had been hanging at lately. "She's sitting about five feet away, J...should I put you on speaker?" Matt listened for a second longer and then pushed a tiny button on his phone and Jamal's voice filled the room.
"Hey, Lisa, how you been?" Jamal rocked his voice down low, trying to sound like Barry White.
"Since last night, lover?" Lisa giggled. "I've been just fine, thanks for asking." She looked at her brother with a question in her eyes. He just shrugged. "Is there something I can do for you, Jamal?"
"Actually, little girl, there is. If, of course, you don't mind," Jamal started to ramble and then caught himself. "If you and your brother aren't too busy, and it's not inconvenient, I would love to visit you both and discuss your...lifestyle."
"We would love to, Jamal. You know, Parents Weekend is coming up...you still interested in meeting our mother? Anytime after that would..." Lisa was cut off mid-sentence.
"I don't mean to push, little girl..." Jamal interrupted, "but I have a very interested companion with me right now and she would love to meet you...now."
Lisa looked at Matt for his reaction. He just smiled and nodded his head. "That's no problem, baby. Who is with you? When are you coming over?"
Jamal chuckled into the phone. "I didn't think it would be...you know, for white folks...you too, Mai Ling, if you there...y'all ain't too shabby. Uhmm..." his voice got a little lower, "I know I told you I had a little brother...don't think I ever mentioned Charisse. She with me now. She wants to talk to you, Lisa. Before you ask, she's my beautiful baby sister."
"I can't wait to meet her, Jamal," Lisa's voice sounded so husky with desire. "When will you be here?"
"At your driveway now, pretty girl. Front door open?" The all heard the sound of a car outside shutting down.
"Mai Ling is getting it. See you soon," Lisa closed the phone to end the call and she and her brother followed Margie upstairs to the living room.
"Oh my goodness!" They heard a young woman exclaim along with the sound of a kiss. "Jamal, please introduce me to this beautiful...uhmm, half-naked girl."
Margie replied herself in her lilting Chinese accent. "My name is Mai Ling. You must be Charisse, Please come with me." Margie took the young girl's arm and brought her into the living room with Jamal trailing behind.
Matt stood in front of the couch, his long arm draped casually over his sister's shoulder. His eyes opened wide as Margie brought their guests around the corner. She was freakin' hottt!!! He held out his hand and felt how warm hers was as he looked into her strange green eyes. He pitched his voice only slightly, but enough to relax her. "No wonder J never mentioned you, Charisse. You are so much better looking than your brother!" Matt brought her hand to his lips, "I'm Matt and this is my sister, Lisa. Welcome to our home. Please, let me take your jacket. What can we get for you?"
"You might want to chill, little brother," Jamal's deep voice came from behind Margie. He held a bottle of champagne in one hand and a baggie of pot in the other. "Why don't we open these and maybe we can just talk for a little while."
A few minutes later, all five were seated comfortably in the living room. There was a glass of cold, sparkling wine for everyone and an ashtray with several joints. Matt lit one, took a hit and passed it to Charisse. She was indeed a beautiful young woman. Her hair was feathered around her face; it looked so soft framing her youthful visage. She wore a white silk halter that molded itself to her firm breasts, highlighting the young woman's excited nipples and black leather severely low-rise jeans that contrasted with her café-au-lait skin, much lighter than her brother's. Five minutes, a few sips and a few tokes later, Lisa asked Charisse how they could help her.
She spoke with a soft, musical tone. It was clear she'd had voice training and a good education. "My brother tells me that you are very close...for a brother and a sister. I find that I am very curious...and Jamal said you would be willing to talk about it." She turned to her brother sitting next to her on the couch and kissed him on the cheek. "I've always loved him," she continued speaking to Lisa and Matt as she moved her fingers tenderly over Jamal's face, "but...I don't know..." She turned back to Lisa. "How did you finally...get over...uhmm...you know?"
Matt stood, leaving Lisa on the love-seat across from the couch, and took Jamal into the kitchen. "Okay, J, level with me. Where we going with this? What you want from your sister, man? And may I say she is one gorgeous woman, bro!" Jamal told Matt he wanted whatever his sister wanted...no more, no less.
Matt pitched his voice with almost full control. "Tell me what you really want, Jamal." The bald, macho, powerful black man felt compelled to answer the young man.
"I want to fuck Charisse the way you fuck your sister, Matt." He stopped, looking stunned that he'd admitted his deepest wish so easily. "I mean...uhmm..."
"I know what you mean, J...the next question...what does Charisse want?" Matt paused as Jamal looked up sharply at him. "You know what I can do to...influence people, J. You've seen it with your own crew. I can influence Charisse, if that's what you want. Or I can just make her really comfortable with the whole thing. But you gotta let me know, man."
"Fuck, Matt...I don't want to rape my baby sister...but, Christ, did you see her? She's interested -- I know it...just make her real comfortable, son...let's see what gonna happen."
"That's cool, J," Matt smiled at his friend, "just do whatever Lisa or I ask you to...no talking -- just do it, okay?" Jamal nodded and they went back to the living room.
The three highly attractive young women were drinking champagne and sharing a joint. The laughter and their body language suggested they had all grown a little closer in the last few minutes. Matt and Jamal both picked up their glasses and moved closer to their sisters. Matt tipped his glass in Charisse's direction and with his voice pitched in just the right way, he said, "Jamal, let me offer a toast to beautiful sisters...and the power they have over their brothers." He took a small sip and then took Lisa's hand and helped her up off the floor. He led her to the love-seat opposite the couch and they sat back comfortably, with Lisa leaning against her brother. Margie moved so Jamal could sit next to Charisse on the couch. When Charisse's eyes came back to Matt, he was massaging his sister's breast through the stretch lace of her top.
Charisse's eyes opened wide at the unabashed display just a few feet in front of her. "What do you mean, Matt?" Charisse's hands seemed to move on their own, one to Jamal's thigh and the other to her own breast. "It looks like you've got all the power here...your hands...feeling your sister like that..." Her breathing was getting ragged as she spoke.
"It's all because of her, Charisse..." Matt continued smoothly, still working on the young woman's state of relaxation and acceptance. "She knows I love her so much, I would do anything to give her pleasure." Matt used both hands to gently lift his sister's camisole, baring her breasts to the room. He rolled Lisa's dark, fat nipples between his long fingers slowly and sensuously. "You know, Charisse," Matt continued, "it's the same way that Jamal loves you...just wanting to make you feel good" Charisse gasped, but she never took her eyes from Matt's fingers on Lisa's breasts. "Go ahead, Charisse...ask my sister if this gives her pleasure."
Charisse quit staring at Lisa's chest and looked her in the eye. She could see the pleasure coloring Lisa's face and the flush that started across her breasts. "What was it like, Lisa," Charisse could barely speak her mouth was so dry, "the first time...he saw you...naked?"
Lisa smiled at her. "It was the most amazing rush of all time." Lisa gasped from the mini-orgasm her brother was inducing via her nipples. "I knew, immediately, he would do anything to have me." While that was not exactly how it went down, Matt allowed that the truth of what she said was still right...he would do anything to keep having her.
Matt took over again. "Have you let Jamal see you, Charisse?" His voice was so smooth and calm. It felt like a solid anchor to the excited young woman. "Your breasts and your nipples?" Matt whispered something quickly to Margie in Chinese. Margie turned to the love-seat and slid her Master's shorts down his long legs, leaving him naked and excited before his guests. "Have you seen your brother...like this?" Matt moved one hand from Lisa to his rapidly growing cock.
Charisse was frozen; she stared at Matt's erection with awe. It was beautiful...but why was he showing her? Lisa's voice invaded her thoughts. "It is perfect, isn't it?" Lisa held it straight up and Charisse gasped again as she realized the full length of him. "Your brother's cock is beautiful, too." Lisa bent down and licked the length of Matt's thick shaft.
Matt continued softly and gently. "Your brother would do anything for you, Charisse. He loves you, he would never reject you...never laugh...only be there for your pleasure." Lisa bobbed her head over the huge head and halfway down the shaft. "Do you think showing your brother your naked breasts would make him this hard, Charisse?"
The girl was out of her mind with desire. She knew how wrong it was -- and it only made her more obsessed. She looked down at where her hand gripped his thigh and saw visual proof of her brother's excitement. If there was ever a time or place for her to lay it all out there, this seemed to be it. She looked into her brother's deep, dark eyes and whispered, "I always loved you most, Jamal." Charisse leaned forward and kissed her brother lightly on his lips and then whispered again, "Show me, baby..." she moved her hand, just enough to cover his hardening cock, "show me how much you love me, Jamal."
Margie moved quickly to Jamal's side. She had him undressed before he knew what was happening. "See how you are in control, Charisse?" Matt asked gently from the love seat. "Your brother is naked before you...at your mercy. If you want this to stop -- it stops. If you want your brother to look at you...you control what he sees...how excited he becomes for you." Her eyes dropped down to Jamal's black slab, twitching in anticipation across his thigh. "If you feel comfortable seeing your brother this way, perhaps..." He let his suggestion remain unspoken, but it hung in the air for all of them.
The hot, sexy nineteen year-old was licking her lips as her brother's cock started to grow before her eyes. Then, in a move that commanded Matt's instant respect, Charisse tore her eyes away and found her glass. She took a sip of the bubbling wine and then found a joint to light while she regained some semblance of control over herself. When her breathing was almost normal, she took a hit off the joint and handed it to her brother. And then, quite casually, her hands found their way to the back of her neck and the tie that held her halter top in place. She slipped the knot and the material fell forward, exposing the firm caramel-colored cones, tipped with Hershey Kisses nipples. Jamal's low moan filled the room. Charisse scooped the bubble of pre-cum from her brother's cock and rubbed it into her exposed and hardening nipple. With her other hand, she drew her brother's mouth to that same breast, feeding the chocolate tip into him until he was suckling her like a baby.
"Uuuunnnnggghhh! Fuck, Jesus!! I'M CUMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGG!!" Charisse screamed without warning as she experienced the best climax of her life to date. When she could open her eyes, she found Jamal looking at her with such incredible love and passion that she was overwhelmed. She felt totally liberated by her return feelings for him. She stood up from the couch, between her brother's legs, and brought his coal black hands to the tiny zipper of her leather jeans.
Charisse couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth as Jamal unzipped her. "This the little coochie been haunting your dreams, big brother?" He peeled the leather slowly over the curve of her hips and then down her shapely thighs. The first thing revealed to his incestuous gaze was the landing strip of dark fuzz just above her very prominent clitoral hood. Jamal bent forward and kissed the hot flesh on either side of the little strip. "I like it when you kiss me there, big brother," she moaned at him. He pulled the supple jeans down and held her hand as she stepped out of them. Charisse backed up a step and then twirled around slowly in front of her older brother. All she wore was some gold chains that glittered against her beautiful skin. She stopped her spin when she saw Lisa fucking herself on Matt's stiff pole. "You were right about getting naked, Lisa. What's that like?"
"It's the best, honey...uhnnn...when it's your family...ohhh...the only agenda is your pleasure. How fucking fabulous is that?" Lisa started moving faster up and down her brother's huge slab. "Here it is, Charisse...he loves you...yes? He wants to make love to his beautiful baby sister sooo baddd...you think he wants you once? He hasn't even fucked you yet and already, you're the best pussy he's ever had." Lisa was now bouncing on Matt's thighs, her cunt swallowing his cock on every down stroke. "And he's gonna fuck you the best of all...just so...you'll let him do it again...when you want it." Lisa waived Charisse over with her hand and whispered in her ear, "Do you really love him, Charisse?" The hot, young, mocha-colored girl said she did. Lisa whispered one more time. "Your brother is a great fuck, baby...go ahead...trust me."
Charisse turned back to her older brother. Jamal was stretched out on the couch, one hand holding his thick black pole, gently stroking it full length as he watched his little sister move her naked body so seductively towards him. Her breasts sat high on her slim frame; her chocolate candy nipples grew hard and stiff as she got closer to the man she'd lusted after for years. Jamal moved his eyes down to her tiny waist and the flair of her hips. Her cunt looked so fresh...she was the youngest African-American woman he'd been with for a long time. Fuck, everything about her was so fresh! The pre-cum was starting to flow out of his piss-hole, covering the dark mushroom shaped head with the slick juice. Her young cunt was filling with her own liquid excitement as the realization struck her with a fury. She climbed on to the couch, straddling Jamal's hips with her knees. Charisse could hardly draw a breath as she brought herself closer to her incestuous goal. 'God help me,' she thought as she slid her tight, hot pussy down her older brother's erection. When she felt him pushing against her cervix, the sensuous young woman leaned down and kissed her brother like never before. Her tongue snaked around every corner of his mouth, finding all of his essence. Then she whispered in his ear, "I've always loved you...wanted you...this way, big brother." She sat up, raising herself off of his thick, black pole and then with a moan, impaling herself once again. She offered her breasts to his thick, dark lips and he sucked and licked at her nipples like a man dying of thirst and his need started her climax.
She drove her hips up and down and then back and forth in an increasingly furious pace. When Jamal grabbed his sister by the back of the neck to hold her close and at the same time, bit softly into her chocolate nipple, she felt the electricity shoot directly from her tit to her clit. What Jamal felt was the hot flood of her climax all over his long, hard cock. The thirty-something, Hollywood-handsome black man could not contain himself any longer. He'd been waiting to bust this particular nut since his baby sister was twelve or thirteen and she'd started blossoming even back then. This was just too good. He let go of the thick, rubbery tip of her breast, told his sister he loved her and then stuck his tongue through her lips and into her soul. The instant he felt her arms draw him even closer, Jamal started spurting rope after rope of his thick, white semen deep inside his sister's cunt. It was, without question, one of the great fucks of his life.
Charisse was so in love with her brother that nothing could ever compare to this experience for her. She'd never felt so full...never felt so hot and sexy...naughty, wicked even...she loved fucking her brother more than anything she'd ever known before. And then when he bit her swollen, sensitive nipple, the burst of pleasure and pain set her over the edge. The more she came, the more she felt herself leaking all over his stiff meat and then finally, when she felt his cock throb and fill her even more, her brother blasted her cuntal walls with hot, thick spurts of his crème. And this took her to the deepest, longest and most intense climax of her short life.
A few minutes later, when brother and sister had recovered sufficiently, Margie handed them both warm, moist wash cloths and warm, dry towels. Jamal seemed quite comfortable and content letting his baby sister take care of both of their business while he chatted with Matt. Lisa had climbed off Matt's cock shortly after Jamal and Charisse climaxed. Neither she nor Matt wanted to take anything away from Charisse's first taboo fucking, but Jamal was already into a business mode. "So, Bowie," Jamal using the nickname he and Maurice had given Matt at the pool hall, "you got a schedule for the weekend? Your momma still coming, right?"
Matt gave Jamal a questioning look as he flicked his eyes in Charisse's direction.
"Negro, please!" Jamal snorted back. "I love her, but I got to do business!" He smiled at his younger sister. "Baby, let's get this out of the way, okay?" Charisse looked a little apprehensive, but she nodded her okay. "First thing, little girl...you were amazing!" Jamal grabbed her and pulled her in for a searing kiss. "Second, and for all the rest, you can decide now or later, but baby...it is what it is, right?" And again, Charisse nodded at her brother. "Okay, I'm moving you to an apartment...you can start working at the pool hall...in the office...learn something useful. I plan on being with you as often as I can...but know right now it won't be all the time."
Jamal stood up and walked across the room to pull a joint from an ashtray. He found one and lit it, sucking the sweet smoke deep. He exhaled slowly and handed the joint to Matt as he moved back towards the couch. When he was standing in front of Margie, his thick but flaccid dick was level with her winsome lips. "Suck it, Mai Ling," he whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. Margie glanced at Matthew and saw him nod discretely so she took his big chocolate treat between her lips. "I love you, darlin'," he told his sister, "but this cannot be monogamous."
His little sister looked at him, trying to be brave and all grown up and she smiled and said, "Okay, baby" and she kissed him while another beautiful girl sucked his cock into her mouth. Then Charisse said, "What about me, baby? I know you can't be with me all the time...tell your little sister what she should do...what be okay with you, big brother."
Jamal looked at Matt. Without moving a muscle, the young man answered his older friend's unspoken question and Jamal looked back at his sister again. "You feel the need, baby, or you just want to play...anyone one in this room be happy to play with you. That alright?"
Charisse couldn't catch her breath...she was still overwhelmed by her brother's offer of an apartment and a real job! And now his approval for her to have sex with these beautiful, young people who shared her wicked secrets. It was too perfect!
"Yes, Jamal...it's all right," Charisse was laughing and crying as her mouth opened and all the words she'd been holding back tumbled out. "I love you so much, baby...a new place! A real fucking job! Baby, was the coochie that good?" Tears of joy rolled over her cheeks as she kissed her brother.
Jamal smiled and allowed her one more kiss before taking charge again. "I said I got business to take care of sugar. You get ready now...we gotta leave in a minute." He turned back to Matt. "I apologize for the interruption and I appreciate your help, my friend. Now, do you have a schedule and is your momma coming?" Jamal looked at Lisa. "You still got that picture on the cell phone? Show my baby girl what your momma looks like."
Matt spoke quietly to Jamal as the older man started to dress. "Me and the girls are gonna skip tomorrow night. Tell the boys to get tested tomorrow, because Saturday night, we're gonna be in that room with my folks, my cousin and his fiancé and her brother. Those boys, and you too, J, are gonna have more fine white pussy than you all will know what to do with." Matt looked at Jamal, sure that he had his full attention. "My uncle wants you and the rest of the posse to work his son's fiancé really well. When the time is right, I will make the necessary suggestions to the girl and to your guys." Matt walked over to a book case and took a folded piece of paper off the shelf. Smiling lightly, he held the paper out towards Jamal. "Before you ask me 'Who the fuck my uncle is and why the fuck should you care?' take a look at this. My uncle is the guy who gave me this name and number. He's the guy who said Maurice would never stiff me." Jamal lost a little of the ego-glow from his eyes as Matt spoke. When he finally opened the paper and saw the name and number, it was all he could do to say he understood and he looked forward to meeting David some day. "Good," Matt said. "He seemed to know all about you guys...said you had a really good rep and it was okay to do business with you. You should meet him some time."
By that time the dark-skinned man and his lighter-skinned sister were dressed and headed out the door. Lisa and Margie had their arms around Charisse as they giggled and kissed and exchanged numbers. Matt told Jamal the group would be at the pool hall about 10:00pm Saturday night, and then Jamal and Charisse were gone.
Matt and the girls stood behind the closed door for a minute, looking intently at each other until they all started laughing. Lisa turned to Margie and asked, "Still glad you're my roomie, China Doll?"
"More than ever," the sexy Asian coed replied. "I mean, I guess after my initial shock about you guys, and then the whole rest of your family, I mean MY GOD! Now your cousin's fiancé and her brother...and then giving step-by-step instructions on incest to Jamal and Charisse...I wanna fuck my father...and I don't even like him!" Margie drew Lisa against her, nipple to nipple and pussy to pussy, into a searing French kiss. When their tongues had battled sufficiently, Margie asked Matt, "What do you think is hotter, Matty? Incest or lesbianism?"
"If it's the two of you," Matt answered with his arms embracing both young women, "then I don't care what you call it -- you're too hot for words!" He joined their kiss as his hands dropped down to cup their ass-cheeks. Dropping his voice, he said, "I want both of you, in my bed, right now." He slapped their asses very lightly and followed them down the short flight of stairs and into his bedroom. Margie stripped off her panties and when Matt joined them he directed the two naked girls on to his king-size bed. He sat at his computer and lit a joint while fumbling with a tiny video camcorder. After a second long drag, he put the joint in the ashtray and started recording his sister and their roommate.
"Okay, sluts," his voice still had the same low, commanding tone, "I want to see you in the classically romantic '69' position." The girls moved quickly to comply; Margie was on the bottom and Lisa was on top of her. "The first one to climax will eat my cum from the other one's cunt. Understood?" All he heard were moans as each girl started to attack with fingers and tongues. Matt smoked some more as he filmed his sister and their lover making each other crazy. They had been together, as 'roomies-with-benefits' for a while and certainly had learned how to push each other's buttons. But since Matt's arrival, and Margie's acceptance of the Master/slut relationship with them, the girls' love-making had moved to a whole new level of sensuality. The slut in them dominated their psyches, and in doing so influenced technique and timing as well.
What they had learned, the thing that dominated them now, was that love, lust and sex are always better, much more fulfilling, when practiced with your partner's pleasure in mind. When both partners are aware of this, the results can be mind-boggling. That was the magic Matt was recording. As his eyes shifted back and forth from the scene on his bed to the image in the small lcd viewer, his thick cock started to firm up. He took another hit and leaned closer to the action, wanting to see up close and personal how Margie was doing his sister.
The camera caught Lisa's ass poised just above her roommate's mouth. Slick with sex juice and saliva and shaved completely smooth, his sister's swollen pussy was about the prettiest thing he had ever seen. Then Margie put the pointed tip of her tongue right on Lisa's pink clitoral hood and started moving it in circles. Lisa was moaning as she tried to match her lover move for move. Matt zoomed in on his sister's cunt as Margie slid the middle finger of her left hand into the steaming pink flesh just above her busy tongue. Again, Lisa's moan came from deep inside as she felt the pleasure waves roll over her...intensified even more by the knowledge her brother was filming her...she knew he would show it to people who shouldn't see it...fuck -- she could hardly breathe...she was so close to letting go completely. But she held back, knowing the results would be that much better, and again tried to mimic Margie's actions and drive her to the same insane place Lisa was currently visiting.
Margie was alternating the circles her tongue made around Lisa's little nubbin with gentle licks around her dark pink pucker and the vibrations of her own deep moans passed through her tongue to Lisa's private place. Concentrating as best she could, the hot little Chinese beauty started tapping her embedded finger on Lisa's G-spot as she continued tonguing clit and ass.
Sweat was pouring from Lisa's flesh as her lover played a symphony of lust on her most sensitive spots. Her eyes were unfocused, and only occasionally did she realize that most of the sounds in the room were coming from her. She sucked Margie's unsheathed clit between her lips, swirling her tongue around it as she massaged her G-spot as well. Lisa could tell that Margie was as close as she was from the copious secretions from her hot little pussy. She was trying to figure out how to bring her lover over the top when she found herself screaming and convulsing at Margie's touch.
As Matt watched closely, Margie had made one last attempt to get Lisa off before she succumbed to Lisa's ministrations. She kept her tongue on Lisa's clit and her finger kept beating a tattoo on Lisa's G-spot, but then, with no warning at all, Margie used the sharp edge of her fingernail and scratched her lover on the slick ridge that separates pussy from ass. That is what set Lisa screaming and as she did, she bit down gently on Margie's clitoral hood. Like a rocket ship when the booster ignites, Margie rode that orgasmic wave like the Silver Surfer taking everything she could before riding that wave to the end.
Matt dropped the camcorder as he changed position on the bed. He knelt over Margie's face and lifted Lisa off of her mouth. With no subtlety at all, the young man took his very hard and very thick cock and rammed it into his older sister's cunt as hard and as deep as he could. He held himself still, reveling in the sensations caused by her spasming vaginal walls as her orgasm continued to control her body. When he felt himself almost at one with his sister, he started moving slowly back and forth in her steamy channel. Lisa could feel every vein and every ridge of her brother's beloved cock as he filled her like only he could. When he pulled back, leaving just the tip of his cock-head between her labia, Margie could see Lisa's cunt hole stay open in expectation of being filled again. And fill her he did, time after time until the sensations finally grew too strong for the older sibling and Lisa howled into Margie's pussy as her brother fucked her beyond rational thought and into the world of pure sensation. Lisa came again and again as her younger brother continued his rock-steady assault until she was too weak to respond.
When her ragged breathing started to even out, Matt slipped out of his sister and maneuvered both girls around so that Margie was in the dominant position. He moved to the other side of the bed, by his sister's head, and without a word, he stuck his huge pole, still dripping with his sister's cunt crème, into Margie's welcoming hole. "Oh, Matt," she gasped as he filled her with his thick ten inches, "I've been waiting so long. Fuck me hard, Master...please?" Matt barely heard the beautiful Chinese girl bent over in front of him. As Margie ground her ass against him, fucking herself repeatedly on his rock-hard pole, Matt was only aware of his sister's fingers and tongue playing with his balls and licking his sensitive back door.
The sensations were overwhelming the young man -- it felt like his sister was crawling up inside him. When she pulled his firm cheeks apart and started fucking his asshole with her stiff pink tongue, it was enough to bring him to a shattering climax. His thick, pulsing prick blasted half of his copious load inside Margie's steaming, hungry cunt. Then he pulled out, making Margie moan and groan, and stuck his slimy cock down Lisa's throat where he emptied the rest of his seed directly into her belly.
Exhausted and spent, Matt fell on to the bed, flat on his back. Within moments he was flanked by the two most erotically-charged women he knew. Lisa, lying closer to the bedside table, reached for a joint to light for her younger brother. As she did, she heard her sister-slut say, "But Master, you pulled out of me before I could cum, too." Lisa shook her head, laughing to herself as she lit the fat white stick; she knew Margie was asking for trouble on purpose. And her brother knew it as well -- she could tell from his expression when she handed him the joint.
Matt eyes moved slowly and deliberately from Lisa's gorgeous face to her perfectly shaped 34B breasts and then down to the smooth, bare junction between her taut thighs as he took the joint from his sexy older sister and took a long drag. He bent over her and took one of her fat, rubbery nipples between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. After making her crazy by dancing his tongue over the ultra-sensitive nub, he let her go and sat back up against the headboard. "Lis', baby," he said to her as he took another hit, "you are one perfect little slut. I can't wait to see you in action this weekend." He gently pulled his sister up against his side so she was laying half over him, cuddling into him.
Lisa wondered, just for a moment, why Matt seemed to be ignoring Margie. But she let that thought go as soon as her brother started sucking and gently tormenting her nipple. As he pulled her closer, and she curled into him 'fitting perfectly,' she thought, she felt absolutely blissful. She wanted to please her brother, her Master, as much as possible over the next few days. The anticipation was making her crazy and it drove her to start kissing her brother's neck and shoulder as his eyes swept over her firm athletic curves to her moistening pussy. "Anything, anyone, anywhere," she mumbled her slutty declaration into his ear as she grew even more excited.
Matt finally looked at the dark-haired and golden-skinned beauty lying at his other side. With none of the tenderness in his voice like when he spoke to Lisa, he said, "Bring us something cold to drink." And without waiting for a reply or a reaction, he turned back to his sister, his voice once again showing his true feelings. He felt the bed move behind him as he said, "So Andy is supposed to look a lot like me, huh?" Matt heard Margie stop by the door, waiting to hear Lisa's answer. Without looking at her, Matt barked "Hsien t'sai...Now!" in Margie's native Mandarin dialect and heard her scamper out the door and up the stairs.
"Fuck," Lisa thought, "we're not twins...how can he keep reading my mind?" "Yeah, Matt. At least, that's what Brian told Mom and Dad." As her brother's large, warm hand rubbed lazy circles over her hip and her tight little ass, Lisa sucked lightly on the smooth curve of warm flesh where his neck and shoulder met as they spoke. She gasped, feeling her brother's finger sliding into her moist channel from behind. "Do you want to see me perform with Andy, baby?" Her whisper was dark and smoky and it sounded like dirty sex...really good dirty sex!
Matt locked eyes with her and wasn't surprised, after hearing her voice, to see glaring slits where her eyes just were. He thought for a moment it was too early to get into this, but he knew he could use his sister's lust to accept what he had to say. His voice changed as well as he started to speak. "Yes, I do," he said with all the alpha-power in his voice he could muster. He stopped and waited as Margie came back with glasses of cold water in her hands. Matt took them from her and directed her back to the bed. He took a quick drink, put both glasses on the headboard shelf and turned back to the Asian beauty. "Suck my cock, slut...clean me with your lips and tongue." As she sat there, stunned momentarily by Matt's command, she watched her Master kiss his sister the way Margie wanted to be kissed for the rest of her life. Before they stopped, her tongue was already at work, licking the musky remains of earlier sex from Matt's musky organs.
Leaving Lisa breathless, Matt broke their deeply incestuous kiss and caught her eyes again. He pushed a second finger into her clutching cunt, fucking them in and out of her as he spoke. "I want you to do several things with Andy, my love. But everything depends on the first thing." Matt kissed her even more passionately than only a minute earlier, this time leaving his sister breathless and a little apprehensive.
"What is it, Matty? What is the first thing?" Lisa moved against her brother like a cat, stretching and molding her hot body against his, her hardened nipples grazing him and her wet, gaping cunt massaging his thigh.
God, it was hard for him to continue, but he knew it was necessary. "I want you...this weekend ...to get to know him really well." He looked steadily into Lisa's eyes as he spoke. "Your call -- your judgment...I trust you, you know that." He saw the questioning look in his sister's eyes. "If you find him to be just a nice guy, good. Fuck him well and leave him happy to know this side of the family." Matt shifted slightly on to his side facing Lisa and lifted his top leg. "My ass, slut," he barked at Margie again, "keep licking until I tell you to stop." Margie moaned, loving the way her Master was using her.
"But," Matt continued again with his alpha voice, "if you find something there, like maybe there could be...a future...with him..."
"What, baby? What are you talking about? What kind of future with him?" Lisa was starting to sound upset.
Matt altered his pitch slightly, forcing Lisa to pay attention and accept what he was saying. "We all love many people, Lis'. All I'm asking is that you find out, this weekend if possible, if Andy is someone you might be able to love." Matt exhaled slowly, calming himself down -- this was much harder than he thought. "If he is, if you think there could be a future there, then I want you to be the Number One Best Fuck that he's ever had."
"You know I'll always do whatever you want, Matty," she said softly. "But why are you telling me this now? Do you want me to fall in love with him? Please, Matt, tell me what's going on."
Matt reached over his sister and took a joint off the bed-side table. He took a deep drag and let the sweet smoke relax him before he replied. "You and Margie are going to graduate in a few months and I know you won't want to hang around here. And I don't have any real desire to be here without both of you." Matt groaned as Margie's tongue found the inside of his sphincter. "Uncle David seems to have some opportunities lined up for all of us...you, me, the slut with her tongue up my ass, and of course Brian and Kathy...and Andy...if everything works out." Matt kissed his sister lightly on her lips. "Just relax this weekend, babycakes. Have a good time...just see if there might be anything there between you guys, okay?" He looked deep into Lisa's eyes again. "Do you think, for even a minute, that we're not going to be together...forever? I love you, Lisa, and I know you love me. We will always be together."
Lisa looked her brother deep into his eyes. The love she'd always seen was still there, shining with his adoration and devotion and she felt better immediately. She smiled silently for a minute, letting her younger brother see and understand that she was completely alright and okay with what he was saying. She took his semi-hard cock in her hand and started stroking him, her fingers working softly over the ridge around his large cockhead. "So tell me, little brother," Lisa whispered softly, "if I like him...maybe a lot...will you and your tongue-slut wanna play, too?"
"Uuunnnggh!" Matt groaned sharply as Margie reacted to Lisa's loving taunt by shoving her pointed little tongue as far up Matt's rectum as she could. He reached behind and pulled the hot and excited Asian coed away from his ass and up to his face. Her face was bewitching -- a mixture of love and lust; the way she shaped her eyes to mirror her excitement put a spell on the young man every time she looked at him that way. He pulled her close for a kiss that took her breath away. Margie melted into him, her nipples growing hard and long against him and her slick, moist mound grinding against his lean hip as their tongues played with each other. Then he broke the passionate embrace and held her slightly away. "Now do my sister...the same way, tongue-slut." His voice was sharp and impatient.
Both of the young, highly excited women in Matt's bed felt their vaginal walls start to moisten in response as Margie moved quickly to a position behind Lisa's beautiful bum. Having been there many times before, she knew exactly how to please her girlfriend and she started immediately to draw slow circles with her tongue around Lisa's star-shaped pucker until she reached the tangy center. Then she used her tiny finger tips to hold it open and the sexy Asian girl forced her hard tongue right inside Lisa's anus, licking furiously around the stretched ring of her sphincter.
Matt leaned back into Lisa as she struggled to maintain control while Margie continued to eat out her ass. God, she loved that girl! "What do you mean, Lis'? We always like to play, you know that." Matt was teasing her but he wanted her to make the commitment for them all.
"God, that's sooo good, China Doll!" Lisa was laying on her right side and her left hand gripped her left thigh pulling up and separating her ass cheeks. "You know what I mean, Master," she said as Margie's tongue kept circling deeper into her dark, musky asshole. "Suppose he's as hot as Brian said...and I do really like him..." Lisa gasped around Margie's anal attacks, "I could never think about...really being with someone...really loving him...if you and Margie, you know...didn't love him, too." His cock was hard from her constant stroking and the heat Margie was generating by eating ass so well. Lisa used her thumb to spread a large drop of pre-cum all over Matt's swollen head. She lifted her mouth to her brother's and they kissed deeply before she dropped her head and took his stiff shaft into her mouth and began to suck, working her tongue into his pee-hole.
"If you like him, baby...find out fast what he likes...then it's your call, honey." Matt was pulling and twisting Lisa's stiff, fat nipples as she sucked his stalk. "But me and China Doll are the same as you, Lis'..." He pinched the hard, rubbery tip making his sister gasp and pull her head off his cock. She looked at him as he continued applying pressure. "We can't love him if we don't like the way he fucks and sucks. Right, Mai Ling?" From between Lisa's spread ass cheeks, Margie groaned her agreement. "So find out, baby...of course, he's gonna want to fuck Margie...that's a given. So you have to find out, before we're all together..." Matt bent down and took his sister's abused nipple between his lips and started to suck gently, making Lisa's cunt throb in time to the suckling sensation at her firm, full breast. As she approached a climax from the sensations at her breast and from Margie's tongue swirling around her spread-open anus, Lisa heard Matt finish his instructions. "Find out if another guy...another cock...is gonna bother him. If he's cool with that then sure, we'll be happy to party with you, baby. If he's not, then just enjoy him and that's fine, too."
Lisa slid two fingers into her frothing pussy, coating them liberally with her lubricating crème. She bent her head back down, swallowing her brother's beautiful meat until he hit the back of her throat. When her breathing was under control she let his thick, spongy head and several inches of his powerful shaft slide into her throat, her cute button nose buried in his groin; she shoved both slick fingers deep into his rectum and started massaging his prostate. Coupled with the swallowing action of her throat muscles, Lisa knew she was forcing Matt to climax. She couldn't wait any longer for his salty syrup; a quick rub across his swollen balls started the hot flow through his throbbing cock and out his enlarged pee-hole.
The universe seemed to be expanding more rapidly than normal -- at least in Matt's current perspective. He was just getting into his sister's excellent swallowing technique, reveling in all the ways a blowjob makes a guy feel great, when her satanic fingers invaded his anus and started their unholy ministrations. He was overwhelmed as her tiny digits did their magic and when her other hand rubbed his sac, it was all over. "Oh fuck, baby," his voice was ragged as he fought a losing battle to control himself, "you're making me cum...I wasn't ready...unnnggghhh..." He felt the first throb bursting from his huge hard-on into his sister's throat. "You'll pay, sweet cheeks," he gasped as the second rope of hot, thick jism coated her throat, "I swear you'll pay!"
The hot blast of his thick cum down her throat was enough to bring Lisa over the edge as well, moaning and groaning around her brother's thick pole, forcing Margie to remove her tongue before Lisa's clamping sphincter cut off the tip! Lisa pulled Matt's stiff, throbbing organ back out of her throat until her lips were sealed around the rigid crown, his cockhead lying across her tongue. She loved the feel of him, the weight of his cock; and she loved his taste as the rest of his thick, white cum shot across her tongue and coated her mouth. She kept sucking her brother's magnificent penis until her probing tongue could coax no more of the delicious elixir from him. Margie moved quickly back to the other side of the bed, molding her golden, athletic form into Matt's right side, mirroring Lisa on his left. As she laid her cheek on his chest, Lisa rose up and moved towards her beautiful China Doll. When her face was directly above Margie's, Lisa tilted her lover's face and gently worked her full lips apart with her delicate fingers. And as Margie's open mouth moved in line, Lisa let her mouthful of brother-cum slide between those oh-so- kissable lips and into Margie's waiting mouth.
Matt took a deep drag from a joint in the ashtray and watched in virtual slow motion as his older sister spilled his baby-batter into his...'what the fuck is she?' he asked himself, 'just a slave? Not really. His girlfriend? Yeah, but so much more. Wife, maybe?' He felt the tremor start somewhere deep in his gut as he replayed the last thought. A thousand images flickered on the backs of his eyelids as he held the smoke deep in his lungs. It started with Yuan Mai Ling as a bride -- her golden flesh looking so beautiful in her white dress and it ended on their honeymoon bed -- his sister and parents stripping off her dress and then her flimsy white silk under things, oiling her flesh and preparing her for a formal welcome into the family. 'Fiancé,' he thought, 'why the fuck not?'
The tremors built as Matt watched the X-rated wedding video playing inside his head. Blood filled his long, thick cock once again as he imagined all the different possible endings to his own home movie. When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was even more erotic, more cock- stretching than he could have imagined. As the last strand of shiny semen clung to Lisa's tongue at the top and the tip of Margie's tongue at the bottom, the last little pearl of cum slid down the strand and exploded into Margie's mouth. The hot and bothered Chinese girl reached up and took Lisa's face between her hands. As she crushed Lisa's lips with her own, Margie turned Lisa so her back was on her brother's chest and Lisa was on top of her as they kissed deeply and passionately, their intertwining tongues sharing the last of Matt's cum between them.
When the girls finished licking each others' mouths and lips, they both nestled in to the young man's long, trim torso. He looked down at them as he took another hit from the joint. The two hottest young women he'd ever known were lying next to him...naked and sweaty, full of his cum, and ready to do his bidding -- totally and absolutely. He put the joint back in the ashtray, exhaled and curled his long arms around both girls. Matt looked at his sister and then at Margie.
Except for the obvious racial differences, the two girls could have been mistaken for twins. Faces that could change from cheerleader 'cute' to centerfold 'hot' with the slightest change of make-up and demeanor were framed with long, silky hair. From the curves of their shoulders, over their perfect 34B breasts, down their flat, trim tummies and their smooth mounds, and then down their superbly shaped legs, each girl was flawlessly put together. When matched with their seemingly limitless libidos, they were perfection in Matt's eyes. As he came to understand how he felt about them, he knew he didn't want to spend even one day separated from them for the rest of his life. So it was with all the love that he felt -- for both his sister and Margie -- that he raised his arms and simultaneously whacked them both on their beautiful butts!
Both girls yelped and gasped at the loud, flat smack on their perfect asscheeks. Before they could even ask, Matt dialed up his alpha-voice and got their full attention. "You two are probably the worst sluts anybody has ever tried to train." A fast look silenced both girls before they could respond. He leaned over the Chinese coed and kissed her fiercely, squeezing her ass where he had just left a bright red mark.
Matt looked into the black pools of her exotic, almond-shaped eyes. "Ni ai wo mah?" He whispered harshly. "Do you love me?"
Yuen Mai Ling cast her spell-binding eyes down that special way the only the most erotic Asian women could manage. From beneath her long lashes, her eyes flashed like black opals. "You know I do, Master. Please forgive me for complaining earlier...it was...not appropriate."
Matt's father had taught him enough to know that Margie's reply, in very formal Chinese, showed her truth in the respect she gave him. He was rushing it, he knew, but he also felt so right about their unique situation. Maybe the most compelling reason to move his personal timetable forward was Uncle David's request regarding his cousin Brian's fiancé, Kathy. His eyes swept across every inch of her golden flesh...she was perfection -- it nearly took his breath away.
Brother then leaned over his older sister, molded against his other side. She was physically perfect in all the same ways as her sister-slut. He had loved her since before he could remember, and since their first true incestuous union, that love had grown exponentially between them. He adored the way she kept her deep brown eyes open as they kissed the way no brother and sister ever should. Already knowing her true feelings for him, he whispered harshly, "Do you know... really know...how much I love you? How much I need you in my life...forever?"
Lisa's cunt was creaming as her brother's words penetrated her endorphin-controlled brain. She could hardly make herself speak. "Yes, Matty. You know I do."
"Trust me, Lis'?" he asked. "Completely?" This time she just nodded before they kissed again. What ever he might do, Lisa believed it was for both of them...all of them.
With both girls sufficiently breathless, Matt resumed the controlling pitch in his voice. "We have too much to do to get ready for the weekend for you two..." he rubbed their sexy little behinds gently as he spoke, "to misbehave like you did tonight." His tone didn't allow for any response. "Lisa, you know better...if I need to maintain control, I cannot have you interfere. Mai Ling, I know you thought it was cute to misbehave in order to be punished. But there will be other people around this weekend and I have some work to do for Uncle David. It just won't be any good for any of us if you both don't play your parts correctly."
That got their attention! Both girls snuggled closer, each with a hand massaging their Master's genitals. It seemed to bring all three closer together as Matt set about answering their un-asked questions. "Lis', light a joint, hon. You're gonna have to hold it to my lips, too." There was a stereo giggle as each girl felt his long fingers glide between their moistened furrows and play lightly between asshole and clit as he spoke. As his sister held a joint between his lips and he sucked down the heady smoke, he was once again truly amazed and overwhelmed by his unreal and incredibly fortunate circumstances.
The eighteen year old freshman was in his off-campus apartment, smoking $1000 an ounce weed with the two hottest girls in the entire University. Better than that, they were naked and playing with his dick and balls, just waiting for him to tell them what to do. God, does it get any better?
"Lisa, tell me a little about Brian, okay? What was he like when you met him at the hotel for the weekend?" Matt moaned a little as Margie started sucking on his nipple.
"Sure, Matty." Lisa curled her fingers around his thick shaft as she spoke. "Brian was great, you know?" She giggled as she squeezed him. "Not this great, bro...but nice. He was funny and sexy and we had a really good time together. He said he can't wait to fuck me and Mom together -- he got real excited about that." Lisa bent over and kissed Margie softly on the mouth. "Just wait 'til he sees you, Doll -- he'll really go nuts!"
"When you were at the hotel bar the first night, what was he like? How did he react to the other guy looking at you? What about the room service guy? How did he react to that?" Lisa stopped the questions by putting the joint between his lips.
Matt inhaled as Lisa started to answer him again. "It was fun, you know, but different from you. It was like...uhmm...it was more for him than for me. Does that make any sense?" She looked into her brother's eyes. "I mean, if it was you and me, and we did the same exact stuff...I don't know, I just think you would have made it all about me and my feelings. With Brian, it was fun, a lot of fun..." she tickled Margie's swollen nipple, "...but it seemed to be all about how it affected him...you know?" Lisa looked at her brother again. "Why, Matty? What's going on?"
A plume of smoke jetted out of Matt's mouth. "Do you think he would ever make a good Master?"
"Oh, God, no!" Lisa started to laugh softly. "I don't think he'd go for it...he'd be lost, hon. But he would really make a great sub for some dom!" Again she looked at him. "Matty, what is it, baby?"
For a long minute, Matt was silent. He looked at both of his girls, knowing there was going to be a small uproar. "Uncle David told me, if I didn't think Brian was up to doing it himself, he wants me...to make Kathy, Brian's fiancé...my slut."
He was right -- there was an immediate reaction from both of them. He let them jabber for just a few seconds before he silenced them with his controlling voice. "This is exactly what I mean." He made sure both of his sluts caught the glare in his eyes as they fell silent immediately. "I know it was a surprise, but I still need to know that you will perform properly when the others are here." He looked directly at his sister, "Lisa, will you control yourself?" She nodded humbly and he turned to Margie. "Wei hsien-ma, ni gai wo..." Using Chinese to stress the importance, he asked her why she was not giving him the proper respect.
"I'm so sorry, Master...I was just so surprised," Margie whispered, a single tear falling down her cheek, "please forgive me?" She had never looked so vulnerable or so beautiful before.
Matt looked at her and saw the uncertainty in her eyes, as though she was afraid his feeling for her might have changed. He knew then that he loved her too much to cause her any unintentional suffering. While he seemed to be maintaining complete control from the outside, the young man's insides were trembling with all kinds of anxieties -- yet he had to press forward.
His voice even more stiff and formal than before, he continued in English. "The future slut-wife of a Master must know how to do things correctly, not be forgiven for things done wrong."
He took the joint from his sister and put it to his lips as he waited for their reaction. He didn't have to wait long.
"What?!?" "Wife...when?" "Really, bro?" "Do Mom and..." "Oh, Matt...me???"
When the confusion stopped, Matt pulled Margie over his hips so she was sitting across his waist. He sat up facing her, so close her expanding nipples were pressing into his chest, and wrapped his arms around her flawless body. "Yuen Mai Ling, wo ai ni...I love you," he said and he kissed her.
Margie was vibrating on Matt's lap. She still wasn't quite sure what was happening. At first she'd thought Matt had proposed to his sister -- that made no sense at all! She didn't dream he could have meant her...until he'd sat up and told her he loved her. When his lips found hers and they both opened to each other, their kiss became something she had never experienced before. From the very first night that Matt moved in, Margie had been living in a dream world. Now, she realized that her dream could become reality. As their tongues explored each other, Matt kept hugging her closer and tighter and Margie responded by rubbing her slick mound across her Master's thick shaft. When it was stiff enough, Matt and Margie felt Lisa's hands guide it into Margie's wet hole.
When she was seated, fully impaled on his long, thick cock, Margie broke their kiss. "I love you so much, Matt. But how can we..." Tears started rolling down her face and when they reached her crooked little half-smile, Matt licked them gently off her face.
Matt turned to his side and brought his sister up to join them, his arms now around them both. Lisa kissed both of them deeply, waiting for her brother to tell them what was happening.
Matt started to explain as Margie kept a gentle sway in her hips, rocking back and forth on her all-time favorite cock. "It fits perfectly, everywhere, so perfectly," she thought. She knew she could never give it up.
"I love you both so much," Matt said while he fucked Margie and plunged his fingers in and out of his sister's pussy and ass, "I can't think about being here without you. Margie, will you marry me? Right after graduation?"
"Oh yes, Matty! YES YESSS YESSSSSS!!!!!" She kissed him and then turned her glaring, lust-filled eyes on her future sister-in-law. "Your fingers are so far in my ass, baby...I feel you massaging your brother's cock...Lisa, you're...oh, FUCK...making me CUUMMMMMM!!!!!"
Satisfied that she had taken care of Margie, Lisa turned her attentions back to her younger, sexy brother. She kissed him as deeply and as lovingly as she ever had. If there was such a thing as an emotional orgasm, she was having it with her brother. As soon as he'd said the word slut-wife, she understood all of their earlier conversations about Andy. Their eyes met -- they both knew how perfect this arrangement was. By marrying Margie, Matt was assuring his sister that they would never be apart. "I love you, Matty." She kissed him lightly, her beautiful smile lighting her eyes. She slid a hand between Matt and Margie, cupping her lover's breast and turning the gorgeous Asian coed towards her. "I'm so happy, Mai Ling, for you and my brother...you are truly my sister now, baby." The two sexy coeds, naked and sweating (and one with a huge cock up her cunt) leaned into each other, breast to breast and nipple to nipple and kissed with as much passion and love as they ever had.
Matt broke them apart with a sharp reminder. "Things aren't going to change around here, sluts. At least not for a while." He took a quick hit, waited, and then blew the smoke gently into Margie's mouth. "Turn around and lean back against me, China Doll." He moved her shoulders, rotating her perfect little cheerleader body around his stiff ten inches, and then pulled her back against his chest.
"Oh, Master, that feels so good...ahh...ahhh!!" Margie groaned as Matt's long fingers pulled her swollen, dark pink nipples away from her perfect tits. No one had ever made her feel like that before Matt.
He slid his hands over her firm breasts and flexed his cock against her cervix. "Use your pussy, baby... squeeze me hard." He moaned as he felt her vaginal muscles working his dick. "Lisa," he mumbled, "get in front...lick us, baby...lick us both." When she had moved into position and put her little pink tongue to work, Matt took a quick hit and then started speaking again.
"After you guys graduate, we're all gonna move back home. We can get married during the summer...whenever. I'm going to enroll in school up there...part time...work for Uncle David part time, too. You guys have a choice...go interview for a job you want or David will fix you up with a client in that line of work...or, if you want..." Matt took another hit and after a few seconds, her reached down and pulled his sister up so he could give her the smoke in a kiss. "If you two sluts really want to excel in what you seem to like best...you can go to work directly for Uncle David." Margie moaned as she felt Matt's cock grow even larger as she worked it with her cunt walls. "You would start as Directors of Customer Relations and Customer Satisfaction." Matt groaned -- Lisa's fingernails slid lightly over his scrotum on the way to his puckered back door. "Brian already works for a client of his dad's, but I think Kathy will be employed...oh, fuck, babycakes...uhhh...uhhHHH...directly as well." Matt couldn't take any more stimulation; he needed release before his balls exploded. "Get off, baby," he lifted Margie off his lap and bent her forwards on her hands and knees. "You too, Lis'...hurry." He was moaning as he lined them up side by side. Only the color of their firm flesh differentiated the two girls from Matt's view. He moved up behind them on his knees and as he stroked Margie's ass with one hand, he lined his stiff prick up with his sister's moist cunt with the other and shoved himself in to the hilt.
"OOHHHH!!! MATTTTYYYY!!!!" Lisa wailed at his intrusion. "You're huge, bro," she whispered as he filled her completely. He pulled back until his cockhead was just inside her lips and then he pushed his hard, fat shaft back up her sweet cunt until his balls slapped her flesh. Lisa moaned again, "So full...unnnggghhh...tearing me up...oooh!" But she felt emptier than ever when he pulled out completely and shifted his hips in Margie's direction. "Matty, that's not nice," she said softly as she turned her head back and watched him line that big missile up with Margie's steamy silo. "Watch out, baby," she said to Margie, "here it comes!"
"AAAIIIYYAA!!!" Margie tried to control her scream as her Master's fuck-stick slid through her hot, wet pussy until he was pushing through her cervix. "Fuck me, Matty..." she whimpered as he leaned over her and grabbed her tits, "fuck me, zhang fu...fuck me, my...husband!" And as she spoke she climaxed -- her cunt and cervical ring opening for him and he was buried deep in her womb.
The hot little Asian beauty was totally out of control. The rippling of her cuntal walls against Matt's embedded shaft kept her climax rolling over her in waves. And just when she thought she was starting to recover, she felt a violent twitch inside her and then a powerful jet spray of his hot, thick cum splashing her womb and causing yet another climax. When she could open her eyes, she saw Lisa beside her with lust-glazed eyes, waiting for her own shot from her brother's powerful cock. The two beauties kissed as Matt pulled out and quickly slipped his rock-hard dick back up his sister's waiting pussy. Lisa yelped as well as her brother let loose another torrent of thick, white semen into her.
"Turn around," he whispered harshly to both of them as he fell out of his sister and back on to the bed. His long, hard cock pointed towards his head as he motioned to the girls to finish him with their mouths. Kneeling quickly at his side, first Margie sucked him into her mouth to get the next splash of his delicious crème and then she passed his pole to Lisa who took the next pulse down her throat. They kept passing him back and forth, one sucking his cock and the other licking his balls, until both girls were satisfied there was nothing left to suck out of him.
He still had one thing to clarify, hoping it would be much easier for both girls to accept now that Margie's future situation had been taken care of. Matt took a joint out of the ashtray and took a hit. After he exhaled, he pulled his legs back and crossed them as he sat up. "Look at you two," he started to scold them, "leaking all over my bed!" Over their giggles, he said "Clean each other up while I tell you about Kathy." He took another hit of the powerful dope as his two Perfect 10 sluts slid effortlessly into a classic 69 position and started pleasing each other. It looked as natural as breathing the way the girls licked and nibbled each others' shaven genitals.
"The first thing I need to tell you," he started, "is that you two are the hottest fucking women of all time." He was enchanted by the action just a few feet in front of him. "Fuck! If I let myself, you two could make me hard again right now!" That brought a giggle from the loving couple. "But," he continued in a more serious tone, "I have to tell you...both of you...what Uncle David told me earlier." The giggling stopped but neither Lisa nor Margie was inclined, at that point, to stop their tongue play.
Matt adopted his alpha-voice again, needing them to truly understand what he was going to say. "Lis'...Margie, Dad and Uncle David both told me...I have to be careful...we have to be careful with Kathy this weekend." That stopped their love-making; both girls made their way back to snuggle against Matt like they did earlier. "Dad said he 'fell in love' with her within minutes. Uncle David said the same thing. We will, too...and that's okay. But," he continued, "we have to be really careful. Brian wants to marry her; she wants to as well, but she wants more. She told Mom that she wants three things in her life.
"One, she really does love Brian and she wants to marry him. Two, and Lis', I know you will appreciate this...she wants to keep sleeping with her older brother, Andy. And three...this is the good one...she wants to be a slut...like you and Mom, Lis'."
"What about me, Matt?" Margie was fake pouting, looking and sounding like the hottest twenty year old on the planet. She licked her luscious lips and dropped her hand to his cock. "Don't I measure up on the Slut-meter?"
"She didn't know about you when Brian brought her to the house, hon." Matt slid his hand across her golden ass. "But when I give you to Mom this weekend...for training...if I do take Kathy as a slut, she should probably be with you and Mom. What do you guys think?"
Matt took a hit and held the smoke deep in his lungs as the girls talked to each other. He reached over and grabbed his cell phone. He'd punched the number before they knew what he was doing. When Brian answered, Matt silenced the girls. "Hey, cuz..." Matt spoke into the tiny device, "how you guys doing?"
"We're good, Matt. You...Lisa...how's my gorgeous cousin?" Matt could hear the smile in his cousin's voice.
"She told us all about your weekend in the hotel, Brian." Matt's tone was very even and pleasant. "She said she can't wait to see you again."
"Matt...uhmm...you know..." Brian was sounding a little stressed and Matt wanted to put him at ease.
"Hey, Brian," Matt tried upping his alpha-pitch just a little, "I think I pretty much know everything. And there is no problem. I know you and Kathy did just about everything with Mom and Dad...they loved it, by the way. Mom really loves sucking you...just like she loves sucking your father."
"Are you really okay, Matt...with everything?" Brian was looking for a little reassurance and forgiveness. Matt knew then that his cousin would never be a Master.
"Yeah...really, Bri. It's all good. I can't wait to see you guys. Dad told me...he said...if, you know...you and me...uhmm, he said it would be...really great." Matt paused, letting his cousin process everything. "And I really can't wait to meet Kathy and Andy. Heard nothing but great things."
"Thanks, Matt. She's really special and Andy reminds me a lot of you." Brian's voice rose a little. "She really wants to meet you, too. Funny, I think it was something my dad said to her, but I really don't know. I know Aunt Laurie talked a lot about you that night..."
"Brian, after you guys get in Friday, can we talk -- alone -- for a few minutes?" Matt asked.
"Sure, cuz...I wanted to talk to you, too." Brian sounded almost relieved. "Anything else you needed now?"
Matt grinned at Lisa and Margie. "Yeah, stud...actually...I need to know Kathy's measurements. If you don't mind, of course." His grin widened; Brian didn't even ask why before he described his fiancé's physique. "Uhm...you know, cuz...that's the same as my sister...and our roommate, Margie. She can't wait to meet you guys either."
"Roommate? What's the story? Does she know..." Brian sounded very nervous.
"Dude...chill," Matt replied quickly. "Everything's good, Bri. She's like..." Matt looked at Margie and smiled, "family...you know?"
"Cool, Matt. Then I can't wait to meet her, too."
"We'll be in the room when you get there, cuz. See you Friday." They said their goodbyes and Matt hung up. He had a big grin as he faced his two favorite girls. "This is perfect...David has already talked to Brian -- he said Kathy should meet me right away and Brian seems okay with it. And she's exactly your size, Lisa. You guys can bring stuff for Kathy to wear to the pool hall Saturday night."
The lucky young man grabbed his older sister's hand and pulled her down against his long, lean body. They kissed long and hard, their hands touching and holding each others' special places. When he turned to the other side, his exquisite Asian fiancée was right there waiting for him -- offering herself to her Master, the man she loved. Matt kissed Margie the same way he'd kissed his sister.
With an arm around both sets of soft, sexy shoulders, Matt looked up at his ceiling. "I'm so tired," he groaned. "Gotta sleep, ladies..." He closed his eyes. "This is gonna be one very crazy Parents' Weekend, huh?" |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 09 | 109,191 | 4.54 | 548,760 | [
"lesbian incest",
"incest novella",
"drama"
] | *continued from chapter 08.......*
Jo awoke first, her mind a bit foggy and confused as she slowly climbed from the depths of a deep sleep. She quietly slipped from Tess' sex-messed bed, her sis and Jean cuddled together under the covers, their breathing slow and steady.
Finished with her morning rituals, Jo silently padded downstairs,and finding the fixings to make coffee, Jo started the coffee maker and waited for it to do its thing.
Jo slipped onto the back deck of the house, cup of java in her hand, the smell of the freshly made coffee completing the wake-up that her body and mind needed to feel, enjoying the solitude of the morning.
"Hey, sis," Jo heard Tess' voice say after hearing the screened patio door sliding open, "thanks for making coffee, forgot to set it up last night."
"We both had other things on our mind last night," Jo joked with Tess, smiling as Tess joined her to bask in the morning sunlight of the day, on the deck.
They were silent for quite a while, were Tess and Jo, sipping their morning caffine fix, just being next to each other enough, for now, at least.
"I outed myself to the 'rents'," Jo dropped out of nowhere, the revelation causing Tess to spew her mouthful of coffee into the coolish morning air, the sunlight catching the fine cloud of sprayed liquid.
"You fucking did what?" Tess almost screamed, facing Jo when doing so.
"Outed myself. Needed to do it; not for them as much as for me," Jo clarified to the step-sis that she so adored.
"Fuck!" Tess exclaimed, her mind unable to fully grasp the gravity at the moment, "Did they freak?", she probed further.
"Actually, no, they didn't," Jo explained, "They said that they sorta' had a inkling for a few years," adding, "And, now don't fucking freak out on me, hear? They kinda' figure that you might have something along those lines to share with them as well, at some point, when you're comfortable enough to do so."
"What?....How?...." Tess babbled, still unable to get her mind wrapped around the fact that their parents had a clue.
"They didn't explain that," Jo said further, "didn't say what tipped them off, but hell, Tess, we both know that they're not dummies," Jo proclaimed.
True enough, Tess conceded silently; both were doctors, he, of literature at the University near their hometown, she, a GP with a well-known group in the city they called home.
"Well, fuck, that should make Thanksgiving a day to remember," Tess proclaimed as she thought of her trip home for that holiday in a few weeks.
"Hang in there, baby," Jo consoled Tess, rubbing her hand through Tess' bed-tousled head of hair and smiling afterwards.
"Got no choice, now," Tess said with some reluctance, "Well, the genie's out of the bottle now so I might as well get use to it. How 'bout you and the Army? Are you going to out yourself to them as well?" Tess asked further, curious as to how Jo planned to deal with her lesbianism in the Service.
"Fuck no! 'Don't ask, don't tell' is bullshit!" Jo averred, "I'm going to keep my head down, stay safe and not rock the boat. I'm no crusader for Lesbian and Gay rights, Tess; I'm going to do my time and stay in the closet, that's what I'm going to do about that."
"Probably the smart thing to do," Tess said, agreeing, but thinking about her visit to the 'rents for Thanksgiving and now dreading what she knew she wouldn't be able to avoid, a confrontation with her parents about her sexuality.
"Do they know about us? About you and me?" Tess questioned further, worried now, that they might.
"If they do, baby, they didn't say or hint that they did and I sure as fuck didn't tell 'em," Jo replied.
"Okay. Well, mums the word from me, you know that, right?" Tess assured her Jo.
"Yeah, baby, I know that you have my back, and I, yours, always," Jo answered.
Offering a fist-bump to Jo, Tess smiled at her sister-lover, nodding the truth of what Jo had just said.
"Whoever made the coffee, I love you; it's delicious," Jean's voice cried out from the kitchen, opening the patio slider to join the sibs on the deck with her own mug of java-goodness.
"That would be me and I do believe that you paid in advance, sweetie, last night," Jo responded with a smile to Jean.
"Seems like I still owe you both," Jean answered, "Last night was fucking fantastic; you two are dynamite as a team," she said further and meaning every word of it, "And one of you, or both of you, gave my titties hickies!"
"We aim to please," Jo replied with a smile to the house-mate.
"Boy, and do you ever," Jean agreed, "my pussy's still tingling."
"Not a bad thing, Jean," Tess teasingly responded.
"Oh no, its definitely not a bad thing," Jean agreed.
"So, what's the game plan for today?" Jo asked, changing the subject.
"Whatever you want it to be," Tess replied, "Hang out, take a drive out to the lake, go shopping, whatever, your choice."
"Wouldn't mind a bit of shopping," Jo mused to the other two, "there's a few things I still need to get before school and deployment."
"Shopping it is, then. Jean, want to join us?" Tess responded/asked.
"Yeah, I'd like to but I need to be back by four, if that's not going to present you guys with a problem," Jean answered, "I have a date tonight and I'll need to get ready. And, by the way, I'll crash at the party house tonight, so you'll have the house to yourselves."
"Not a problem, baby, we'll be back in plenty of time for your date, okay?" Tess assured her house-mate.
"Good. Well, I'll jump into the shower first since I take the longest; see you in a bit," Jean said, jumping up and going into the house to do just that.
Whew, Jean thought to herself as she climbed the stairs, at least Tess didn't ask who I had a date with, thank God. Who Tess had a date with was one of the known Butch-babes of the campus, Naomi, a mocha-toned, hard-core, stud-butch, that Jean had seen a few times since their hourse party of a few months ago. When Naomi asked, no, told her, that she was coming to the house party with her that Saturday night, she also let Jean know, in no uncertain terms, that she, Jean, would be sleeping over at Naomi's place and that, possibly, Jean would have other Butch-babes to play with after she did her, Naomi.
Okay, was Jean's one-word answer of acceptance, already getting horny at the thought of a gang-fuck with a bunch of dykes. Game on! was Jean's thoughts of the matter, pure and simple. Getting Jean even hornier, she thought about the fact that the Butch-babes were either Afro-American or Asian, both a turn-on for Jean.
The truth was that, for Jean, they had pussies for her to eat and that, in and of itself, was enough to get Jean horny.
So much for 'The Talk' with Becks and Tess.
The girls were all ready and in Willie's SUV, driving to one of the area Malls by eleven, laughing, joking, enjoying the company of each other, glad to be alive on this fine, Saturday morning.
Two or three hours of window-wishing, clothes-trying-on, and just plain looking was enough for the three of them. Jo found the items that she needed, and by three that afternoon, they were done, including a light lunch at a bistro near the mall, and back at the house.
"Thanks you guys, that was soooo much fun," Jean exclaimed excitedly after entering the house.
"Better say our goodbyes, now, sweetie," Jo said as she walked to hug Jean, "I'll be outta' here early in the morning before you get back from your date," taking Jean into a warm embrace and then giving her a sweet, tender kiss afterwards.
"Really enjoyed last night," Jean reiterated to her house-mate's sis, her brow leaning against Jo's brow, her arms around Jo's neck.
"Fun for me too, sweetie; need to do that again sometime," Jo replied.
"Anytime, Jo, anytime," Jean answered and with a hint of sadness, Jean hustled up the stairs to get ready for her date.
"She's really a sweet chick," Jo said to Tess as they watched Jean climb the stairs.
"Yeah, baby, she really is. Can't help but want to protect her from herself, though," Tess commented, walking into the living room and turning on the CD player for some soothing sounds to fill the house.
"I get that," Jo agreed, joining Tess on the large couch, laying herself out, her head on Tess' legs, her feet elevated on the couch arm at her feet.
"So, me and you tonight, huh sis? Anything special you want to do?" Jo asked as she lifted a hand to stroke through Tess' hair as Jo stared up at the ceiling, admiring the old-world embossed ceiling tiles of the Victorian house that Tess called home.
"Seriously? Unless there's something special you want to see or do, I'd just as soon stay in, maybe grill some burgers and just veg with you, if that's okay." Tess answered, moving her hand to fondle her step-sis' 'girls' through Jo's cotton tee, not so much for the carnal thrill as it was for the intimacy of the moment with Jo.
"Early dinner? Six'ish? Showers? And, a lovely evening with you? That'd work for me," Jo replied, her eyes looking upward to her beautiful baby-sis's face, her inside quaking a bit as Tess absent-mindedly fondled her tits.
"Me too, sweetie, me too," Tess agreed, her voice soft, tender, her eyes misting at the sight of her darling Jo laying on her lap.
Suddenly rising from her reclined position to sit upright, Jo said, "We better head to the market for what I need to cook for tonight, baby; I'm so close to ripping your clothes off of you right now that we need to get out in public before I do."
"I'd let you," Tess joked back but, of course, she wasn't joking in the least.
"How does Guacamole and Bacon Burgers sound to you for tonight?" Jo asked as she checked their spice rack for what they had.
"And Swiss, don't forget the Swiss," Tess replied excitedly, "It's been forever since I've had your delicious Guac-Burgers, yummmmies."
"Done, let's hit the market," Jo said.
The trip to the market for the fixings for their dinner that night was done relatively quickly, Jo and Tess laughing, joking with each other, no doubt, to the casual observer, enjoying the company of each other immensely.
Back at Tess' house, they went to work with the preparations for their meal that night, Jo handling the bulk of the food-prep, taking particular care to season the burger concoction 'just so', making sure it would be to Tess' liking. More than anything, Jo wanted this night, of all nights, to be perfect for her Tess, her baby step-sis that she simply adored.
"Your date's here," Tess called up to Jean when they heard the honking horn sounded from the driveway.
Jean came bouncing down the stairs, looking good, really, really good, both Tess and Jo thought when she dashed into the kitchen to retrieve her backpack packed with her overnight things.
Wearing a tight, tit-hugging sweater, the bulge of her breasts were begging to be touched through the vee of the blouse, her jeans painted onto her ass with a brush, it appeared.
"Wow!" Jo said, whistling afterwards, "You look good enough to eat, baby."
Smiling, Jean almost blushed at the compliment and reaching with her lips towards Jo, she gave Jo one last kiss of goodbye, and rushed towards the front door.
"Anytime you'd like, Jo, anytime you'd like," and with a wave to them both, Jean was gone from the house, the silence after the door closed, almost deafening.
"She meant that, just so that you know," Tess remarked to her sis.
"Oh, yeah, I know she did," Jo replied smilingly as she finished her messy task of hand-mixing the ground chuck with the seasonings, egg and bread-crumbs of their meal for that night, "And, any other night, I'd probably thrown her to the floor for a quick fuck, but not tonight, tonight is all about you and me, baby."
Tess' heart swelled with happiness at hearing her sweet Jo saying that.
In truth, their relationship, while too 'kinky' for most to handle, wasn't as incestuous as one might think it to be. After all, they shared no bloodlines, no common gene pool, and for those reasons alone, they could've been complete strangers had they not been raised together since their parents had married. But the sibs wouldn't have cared even if they were blood-related; the attraction was there, undeniably, it was there, and they would've have become lovers in any event.
After finishing her mixing of the dinner goodies, Jo made perfect patties, covering them with a sheet of wax paper to chill in the fridge while she and Jean colluded to make the Guacamole mix that would be the topping, along with freshly sliced sheets of Swiss cheese and grilled strips of bacon.
"Pour us some wine, sweetie, and I'll clean up my mess, will ya'?" Jo asked as she began the cleanup process.
"Just like the first time, huh?" Tess joked as she poured them both a glass of the Cab that Jo had bought at the market, "Gonna' get me drunk on wine and take advantage of me, are you?" laughing as she handed Jo her glass.
"Worked, didn't it?" Jo joked back but, of course, it was truth that she spoke.
"Yeah, it did," Tess admitted as she and Jo clinked the edge of their glass on each other's, "And you've never heard me complain, have you?" sipping from her glass afterwards.
Jo silently sipped from her own glass, her face somewhat serious as she appeared to be weighing something to say.
"Ever regret that I did that? You know, seduce you like I did that night? Taking your 'cherry' like that?" Jo's eyes now searching Tess' face for a tell, for a clue of Tess' feelings about that first night when they had made love as teenagers.
"Never. Not once," Tess replied leaning against the counter near Jo, her eyes hard on Jo's when she answered.
"Good. Me either," Jo responded, "I would do it again, given the chance."
"And, I'd let you, just so that you know," Tess said in agreement.
"Ever been with a guy?" Jo asked suddenly, taking Tess by the hand to walk into the living room when Tess returned from the deck where she had fired up the gas grill to warm for a bit before beginning the cooking of their burgers.
"You know I have; I told you about Brian Whatshisface when I was a junior," Tess answered as she fell into the couch lazily, laying her head onto the sofa's cushioned back-support.
"Yeah, but that was only one. Tried any others?" Jo pressed Tess to answer.
"One or two, you know, as a 'check' of whether or not I preferred gals to guys," Tess admitted, sipping her wine.
"And?" Jo pressed further.
"Not my thing," Tess said in answer. "Funny, isn't it, that I like being fucked with a cock-like dildo but the real thing? Not so much," lifting her arm to put around Jo as Jo leaned into Tess' shoulder, laying her head near Tess' boob.
"Yeah, me too," Jo admitted, adding, "Remember that guy I dated when I was a senior, the football stud?"
"Yeah."
"I was fucking him but really didn't like it at all; Sorta' made up my mind for me that I preferred playing with the ladies instead," Jo said, chuckling afterwards.
"Still in touch with Allison?" Tess asked as her hand lazily stroked up and down her sis' arm. Allison was Jo's BFF in High School, the one that introduced Jo to gal/gal sex and the third in Tess' first-ever threesome, along with her sis.
"Of course, we still keep in touch," Jo replied with a smile, the pleasant memories of Allison's touches and kisses crowding into her mind, now.
"She's living in London, going to school and still involved with Stacy, that chick she met when they were in college. They're talking about getting 'married' now, so it's pretty serous for them," Jo said further to the question.
"Good! Good for them," Tess said with honest gladness in her heart for Allison and her lover, "I hope they're able to do that if they're that much in love with each other."
They were silent for a bit, each sipping their wine, Tess' fingers now brushing across her step-sis' girls, playfully pinching Jo's now-hard nipples through the thin cotton material of Jo's tee.
"Tess?" Jo said, her voice soft, almost a whisper.
"Yeah, baby?" Tess replied, her voice dreamy, her head laying against the back of the couch, her eyes closed, enjoying the moment, the feel of Jo's body leaning against hers.
"I'm in love with you," Jo answered, "Just so you know."
"I love you too, baby, you know that," Tess answered, a little confused by Jo's statement.
"No. You didn't hear me. I'm IN love with you, as in, if I could have your babies, I would," Jo clarified for her Tess.
The eight-hundred pound gorilla was now in the house.
Tess didn't answer right away, her mind processing, carefully, the enormity of Jo's declaration. For her part, Jo almost stopped breathing, fearing that her oh-so-truthful declaration of love, 'that' kind of love for Tess, might have been a mistake, might have been best left unsaid.
"I've thought that a time or two myself," Tess admitted, her voice serious, and thoughtful, "Always thought I was just being 'weird', not really sure if I felt that way, you know, honestly felt that way."
"And, I've always asked myself," Tess continued in way of explanation, "If you and I had met, as perfect strangers, never having known each other, would the attraction still be the same?"
"And?" Jo prompted, sitting upright now, facing Tess, the gravity of this moment weighing heavy on them both.
"And, I think it would be; I think I would still be drawn to you, that the attaction is real, and that we'd still have wound up as lovers, that's what I think," Tess said to Jo, their faces both serious, no joking between the sibs, now.
"And," Tess said further, "At the end of the day, I'm in love with you as well; think I have been all of my life, and wishing in so many ways that we weren't step-sibs, that we were strangers, free to act upon that love without worrying about the outside world labeling us as 'incestuous freaks'."
"Doesn't mean we can't," Jo said, "I mean, after I get back from deployment, providing I survive deployment."
There. The two-ton elephant has joined the eight-hundred pound gorilla in the house, both in the room, now.
Knowing that Jo was going to be in harm's way had been weighing heavily upon both of the sibs since it had been first brought up. The cruel truth was that Jo had to survive deployment in a war-zone, had to trust that the powers that be would let her survive and have a life to come back to after serving her country.
"All the more reason for you to keep your head down and your ass alive," Tess said to Jo, "Come back home and we can figure 'us' out after that," Tess concluded, sounding more like the older sibling now.
"Just wanted you to know how I felt, that's all," Jo said, ending the discussion, for now.
"And, now, you know how I feel," Tess agreed, "Come home to me, Jo, we'll figure it out then," Tess said again, her voice betraying her deep love for her step-sis.
They kissed a long, soft, sweet kiss of commitment, nothing else needing to be said in that tender moment.
"Let's get cooking, babygirl, I'm hungry," Jo said brightly, breaking the seriousness of the moment.
"Me too," Tess agreed, rising from the couch to follow Jo into the kitchen and tending to the salad making while Jo happily placed the patties onto the now-hot grill, the patties about to be the best fucking burgers in the world.
The meal was to die for, as good as Tess remembered Jo's burgers to be, each bite keeping a smile on both of their faces. Finishing quickly, they cleaned up the dregs of their meal quickly, both wanting the evening to speed along so that they could get to what they both wanted to do, needed to do with each other, both desperately longing to make love to the other.
"Join me in the shower?" Jo asked as, with Tess' hand in hers, they walked upstairs together.
"Yeah, been a while," Tess answered truthfully.
Showering together was a part of their foreplay, had been so since becoming teen-aged lovers living in the same house. When alone in the house, when the 'rents were out with friends, or away on weekend visits leaving the girls alone, Jo and Tess made showering together a part of their sex-play, never questioning why since the first time that they had done so.
There was nothing sisterly about the touches to each other's bodies as they soaped, cleaned and rinsed themselves under the hot water of the shower, the large shower-head raining water down on them as if in a afternoon tropical rain shower. Nothing sibling-like as they kissed each other, their hands feeling and fondling the other as their hair draped wetly on their heads and faces under the soothing, soft shower's caress to their bodies.
As Jo finished drying Tess' body with the large bath towel, she kissed Tess softly on the lips, saying, "See you in your room in a sec, okay?", sending Tess out of the bathroom to the bed that they would share one more time as lovers before Jo left for school and her assignment.
Leaning with her hands on the sink, Jo stared at herself in the mirror, still fogged a bit from the steam of the shower, stared hard at her reflection. In that moment, Jo was even more committed to surviving her deployement into war, more determined than ever to come back to the 'real world' and to Tess, her love for Tess strong in her heart.
Saying a silent prayer that she would do just that, Jo walked across the hall to her sis' room, closing the bedroom door behind her, her gaze taking in the gorgeous soul that was Tess, laying on her bed, naked, delightlfully naked, and waiting for her sis to join her.
Walking to the floor to ceiling windows that were one wall of Tess' room, Jo opened the blinds, pulling back curtains so that only the shears filtered the light from the large, Harvest moon that was rising that night. Turning off the night-stand lamp as she got into her sister's bed, the moonlight provided all the light that was needed.
With practiced ease, Jo laid her body on top of Tess', their young, full breasts pressing into each other's, their mouths meeting and melting into one as Tess wrapped both her arms and her legs around Jo, trapping and holding Jo tightly to her body.
Slipping her hands between their bodies, Jo softly kneaded Tess' breasts, her step-sis' boobs more than a handful, her lips and tongue delighting in the taste of Tess.
Tess, as always when making love with Jo, couldn't be happier or more content, loving the feel of her step-sis's tongue as it explored the familiar environment of her mouth and throat. Tess' fingernails slowly, and softly, raked Jo's firm ass-cheeks, her fingers pulling Jo's ass-cheeks apart, squeezing them wantonly, loving the feel of Jo's tight, puckered asshole to her fingers.
Their pussies were pressed together, each thrusting their hips into the other as if trying to fuse their pussies into one. Moving against each other in that way, their kiss became all at once, more lustful, more primal, moans of urgency escaping from both of their mouths as each felt orgasms building quickly within their bodies. The bed was shaking with their grinding movements to each other, gutteral moans of lust filling the air inside of the room.
Their mutual orgasms washed over them in a tidal wave that shook them both to the core, their moans loud with gratitude and satisfaction, both mumurring incoherent babble to the other, their tongues dueling the other for control.
"Oh, damn....damn, baby," was all that Jo could say when, at last, her breath came back to her, her mouth at Tess' ear, nibbling, tongue licking, both bathed in the wetness of good sex.
"I know...fucking incredible, wasn't it?" Tess was finally able to say when she found her voice between the gasps for breath, knowing the answer already.
"Beyond that, babe, waaaay beyond that," was all that Jo could muster the strength to say as she slowly kissed and sucked on Tess' firm breasts, her hand already between her sib's legs, slowly caressing her pussy, Jo's palm slick from Tess' wetness. Quicker than is her normal practice when loving another woman, Jo had her mouth and tongue on Tess' wet snatch, the scent and taste of Tess, making her, well, just a bit fucking crazy at the moment.
"Swing your legs around, Jo, let me taste you, please," Tess pleaded, the need evident in her voice.
And once again, in practiced familiarity, the two step-sibs performed cunnilingus upon the other, their mouths and tongues happily and greedily tasting each other once more as they have so many times in the past, a perfectly choreographed ballet of sixty-nine in the large king-sized bed.
What was different this time? What was different is that their lovemaking possessed a mind of its own unlike any other time of lovemaking between them. There was an urgency and, yes, a commitment to their lovemaking unlike anything between them before tonight.
They both recognized it. They both embraced it.
They made love slowly, tenderly, again and again with each other, for a couple of hours or so, neither tiring of the taste or scent of the other. Finally, it was enough, they were sated, they were fulfilled.
Laying together, legs and arms entertwined, breasts pressed hard against the other, they fell asleep, both knowing that, now, life for them would never be same again, ever......... |
Don't Date the Bitch in Apartment 23 Ch. 02 | 8,591 | 4.54 | 1,650,477 | [
"chloe",
"june",
"fingering",
"fist",
"oral",
"public sex",
"roommate",
"girlfriend",
"love",
"television"
] | *Disclaimer: I do not own Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.*
\*\*\*\*\*
Chloe did her best not to break her little promise and allow June some time to recover, and to eat the meal which eventually came for them after what felt like an eternity, but the other girl didn't make it easy for her. Sitting there, looking so cute and fuck-able.
Seriously, Chloe knew she was coming off like super creepy and rapey right now, but to be fair, she was a girl, and June was her girlfriend, so it could be worse, but at this point even she was feeling ashamed at her lack of self control. But she just couldn't help it, and she swore June was doing this on purpose.
"What's wrong?" June frowned.
"Nothing." Chloe grumbled.
"Seriously, what's up." June pushed.
There was a brief pause and then Chloe leaned forward and confessed, "If you don't finish soon I'm going to fuck you on top of the table."
June looked adorably startled, and then squeaked, "Noted."
For a second Chloe thought she had pushed her luck and this was going to be the thing which finally made June run screaming. Which would be weird considering everything else June had let slide, but Chloe wasn't exactly thinking rationally at that point.
Then to her delight June started rapidly shoving what was left on her plate into her mouth, barely needing to chew because she had started the meal by chopping up her food into bite size pieces. Chloe, having already finished her meal, just watched with a big dumb smile on her face, hating herself for her blatant show of affection.
Then she got to her feet, Chloe quickly joining her, and then June asked, "So you mentioned something about going somewhere?"
Chloe beamed happily and held out her hand, "Follow me."
Without hesitation June took the offered hand, which made Chloe smile wickedly and take a moment to think how adorably trusting her girlfriend still was, despite everything she knew about her.
Then she firmly tugged her through the restaurant and into one of the private rooms which Chloe normally never used as she didn't give a fuck about who saw her bone, but she was secretly glad that June was such a prude because she wanted to be the only one seeing the beautiful blonde naked.
Which she very much wanted now, and Chloe knew just how to get it, namely by distracting June. And nothing distracted June more than a nice hard kiss, so as soon as they were alone with the door locked Chloe pushed June up against the nearest wall and pressed her lips to hers.
Unsurprisingly June gasp but then quickly moaned into the kiss, eagerly returning it and allowing Chloe to start stripping her. She even returned the favour, which Chloe was more than happy about. Because most of the time wearing clothes around June just felt like a waste of time. All they did was get in the way and stop Chloe from having 24/7 access to her girlfriend's hot bod.
Sometimes it almost felt like June might secretly share this belief, because while she denied it she was always very eager to get out of her clothes when they were alone together. Then again Chloe had always been awesome at sex, so it was yet another thing that wasn't surprising.
June loved kissing Chloe more than anything, which was really saying something as her girlfriend had taught her things about her own body she hadn't known, introduced her to pleasures she had never imagined and made her cum harder and more frequently than she would have thought humanly possible.
But sex had never been important to Chloe, something the wacky girl had made very clear since the moment they met, and while Chloe swore it was different with June it was still things like holding hands, cuddling and just loving looks which really made June swoon. And kissing her was like the perfect combination of an affectionate touch and something sexually satisfying, at least mentally. Especially as it almost always led to more direct satisfaction.
As a result whenever Chloe kissed her like this it was inevitable that June would become lightheaded and consumed by it, her whole world fading away until nothing else existed except Chloe's mouth and tongue, and her own.
Which gave Chloe the perfect opportunity to do whatever devious thing she wanted, normally involving stripping June naked so she could ravage her, and now they were in a moderately non-public setting June didn't mind that so much.
What she did mind was the idea of Chloe making her cum again without returning the favour. Which was why when the kiss was finally broken it was June who broke it as she turned around and pressed Chloe firmly up against the wall.
Chloe obviously wasn't expecting this, and yet it was clear she approved from the wide grin on her face as June leaned in to kiss her neck. Also from the way she moaned, "Oh June, I love it when you think you can top me. It's adorable."
Trying not to blush June pressed a few more kisses to that soft flesh and then murmured into it, in a much more whiny voice than she intended, "I could top you if I wanted too."
"Oh God June, you're so funny." Chloe giggled, "I've always thought that, even if I wouldn't admit it."
"I could." June grumbled.
"Stop it, you're killing me," Chloe chuckled.
"Well, it's a good thing I know how to make you stop laughing." June smiled, leaning up to whisper in Chloe's ear, "I wanna go down on you."
There was a brief pause as Chloe's laughter died away, then she practically growled, "Say it again."
"I want to go down on you." June repeated, more firmly than before, "I want to top you while on my knees."
There was another pause, and then Chloe roughly pulled June back by her hair so she could look in her eyes as she ordered, "Say it like a big girl."
Yet another pause, and then June smirked wickedly, "I want to eat your pussy."
"My cunt." Chloe corrected, "You want to eat my cunt."
"I do." June admitted, smiling sweetly at her glaring girlfriend before adding, "I want to eat your cunt."
At this point Chloe's eyes had gone full on crazy, which June was very used too. The good news was it was crazed lust, as was proven by the way Chloe shoved June to her knees and then pushed her face into her cunt while ordering, "Then eat it!"
"What's the magic word?" June singsonged.
"NOW!" Chloe growled loudly.
If this was just about anyone else June would have rolled her eyes and demanded that Chloe say the proper word. The thing is, she didn't mind becoming something of a socialite, and more importantly Chloe's little lesbian bitch, if at least outside the bedroom Chloe was at least a little respectful and polite.
After all, in a relationship people were supposed to compromise with each other, and even change each other. But June also really loved it when Chloe took charge, even when June was so close to grabbing it for herself. Or at least it felt like it. Besides, June didn't think she could ever turn down the chance to eat Chloe's yummy little cunt.
Normally June hated that word, but it seemed so appropriate for Chloe, and she could practically feel her girlfriend force her to use that word in her head, making what happened next all the more delightful.
Which of course was namely June smiling wickedly up at Chloe, then the blonde gave the brunette's cunt a little kiss, and then pulled back slightly so she could slowly slide her tongue over the other girl's pussy lips.
This of course caused Chloe to let out a loud cry of pleasure, which made June's heart flutter with delight, and her whole body tingled with joy. And that continued to be the case, even as Chloe forced her sounds of pleasure to be smaller in scale, as June became lost in licking pussy.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhh, eat that fucking pussy!" Chloe moaned shamelessly, "Oh fuck, munch my carpet! Yeeeesssssss, munch it carpet muncher! Oooooooh yessssssss June, your becoming quite the little carpet muncher, and I love it. Fuck, that's it, that's fucking it, right there, ohhhhhhh fuck June, you're one amazing muff diver."
Chloe really struggled keeping her mouth shut during sex with June. With other people it was just a little fun, something she often used to liven up often mediocre sex, but June was different. Her emotions were heightened to a ridiculous level, and she was often in danger of saying something really sappy, like telling June just how much she adored her.
Or worse, that she loved her. She was also in danger of being too abusive and possessive too quickly, so Chloe had to concentrate on what she said at a time like this very carefully to make sure she didn't go too far. At least at first. Later when June was distracted she did pretty much say what she wanted, but for now there was at least something of a limit.
Things were also different when Chloe was distracted by something, like June's beautiful face when she fingered her, or her yummy little pussy every time Chloe was the one to go downtown. She'd even get distracted by penetrating one of June's sexy little fuck holes or those big doe eyes staring up at her.
Hell, sometimes even the sight of that pretty little blonde head between her legs was enough to shut Chloe up for a while. Thankfully this was one of those times, at least until she started really working over her clit, which was normally a sign that June was ready to make her cum. Or at least so lost in eating pussy enough that she wouldn't mind what Chloe said.
Either way Chloe just couldn't resist letting the floodgates open and letting pure filth fall out of her mouth, "Yesssssss, that's it June, tongue my clit! Tongue it you fucking dyke! Tongue it with the dyke tongue I own! Ohhhhhhhh fuck, you're mine June! All mine! Your cunt is mine, your ass is mine, your mouth is mine, and you better believe your fucking tongue is mine! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh fuck yeahhhhhhhh, you were born to be my pussy pleasing little lesbo June, mmmmmmm, now prove you've accepted your purpose in life by making me cum in your hot little dyke mouth and all over your beautiful little lesbian face! Yessssssss, lick my clit harder! Harder, harder, harder, yessssssssss, faster, ooooooooh, now fuck me! Tongue fuck me like the dyke whore you were always meant to be! Oh yeahhhhhhh June, you know deep down you always wanted a piece of this. That you were never meant for boys. Or girls. You were just meant for me. Fuckkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhh, you were designed to be my personal pussy pleaser, mmmmmmm, so please me. Make me feel good. Fuck my cunt hard and deep with your little dyke tongue so you can eat my fucking girl cum you filthy little queer! Oh fuck yeah, you're so gay June, soooooooo gay for my cunt, oooooooh yeahhhhhhhhh, make me cum, make me cum, make me cum you dyke aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk, oooooooooohhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss fuckkkkkkkkk meeeeeeee Juneeeeeeeee!"
She might have said things after that, Chloe honestly wasn't sure. And it certainly didn't matter to her. She was 100% sure that after what felt like hours of teasing June was finally and truly lost in the act she was born to do, eat Chloe's pussy. But more than that, she was fucking it.
Like literally. As in June had finally just pushed her tongue into Chloe's cunt and began thrusting it in and out, the evil blonde driving the brunette crazy with her wicked ways. And really, under those conditions what could Chloe possibly do other than squirt her girl cum directly down June's hungry throat and all over that pretty little face of hers while screaming hysterically?
For anyone else Chloe would be way too far gone to feel even the slightest bit of guilt. Of course no one else had ever made her cum this hard. So it was kind of ironic that she would have moments of clarity in it. But she did. Like the realisation that somewhere along the way she officially started fucking that pretty face she so adored.
She even felt guilty about it. And maybe even a little worried, despite the fact that she really did this every time June went down on her, and that despite the fact that she was more brutal than with any other of her whiny lovers June seemed to love it, which just made Chloe love her even more as it proved they were perfect for each other.
June did love this. She loved this more than anything else in the world. Because it was pleasing Chloe, and she would do anything to please Chloe. June felt she had proven that repeatedly ever since they gotten together, but even though this could be painful it was definitely an extreme she enjoyed.
Yeah, June enjoyed a lot of the extremes that Chloe talked her into, which embarrassed her, but on the upside it did mean they were perfect for each other, the thought making the blonde smile happily against the brunette's pussy as she made her cum over and over again using what Chloe had told her. And yes, maybe a little natural talent, has Chloe liked to say, which both made June blush and feel more proud of herself.
Of course June's main focus wasn't thinking how much she loved getting face fucked, or eating pussy, or even making Chloe cum. It wasn't thinking at all. No, June was very much focused on doing. She wasn't thinking about making Chloe cum, she was making Chloe cum. And almost just as importantly swallowing that cum.
It was hard for not to get distracted by the taste of that yummy liquid, or the fact that Chloe brutalising her face made it difficult to swallow any of her girlfriend's cum, let alone the majority of it. But having Chloe cum in her face, and later to have that cum covering her face, was a reminder that she was Chloe's, which was enough of a consolation prize for June to be able to concentrate on what really mattered.
Unfortunately when Chloe really got going at the grinding on her face June was unable to keep up the tongue fucking. At least not for very long. So she had to be more creative. Like licking Chloe's clit whenever she got the chance. Or better yet sucking on it. And not in the gentle, teasing way she had been doing before, but really applying all the pressure she could to make sure that Chloe came nice and hard.
She also pushed and rubbed her own face as much as she could into Chloe's cunt, which wasn't much but still had a good effect. Finally she moved her hands to Chloe's ass, just rubbing the cheeks at first, and then collecting some escaped pussy juice onto her finger and then pushing it into Chloe's ass hole.
That last thing in particular always made Chloe cum extra hard, but weirdly Chloe had forbidden June from doing it. Apparently in Chloe's crazy mind taking it up the butt was a bottom's job, and as she repeatedly told June there was only one bottom in their relationship, and her name was June Colburn.
So ironically June knew she would be punished for this, but that was okay, because she was in the mood for Chloe's kind of punishment. But first, she tried to make it worth it by ramming her finger to the knuckle in Chloe's butt hole and then slamming it in and out, at the same time sucking her clit roughly, making Chloe squeal and cum extra hard.
At least until Chloe pulled her upwards and growled into her face, "You know I have to punish you now, right?"
"I know." June grinned, "I can't wait."
"God, you're the perfect woman!" Chloe chuckled evilly before shoving her tongue down her girlfriend's throat.
Chloe then pushed her hand underneath June's skirt and smirked wickedly at the wetness she found there. Of course it wasn't surprising, but it was a reaction that Chloe could never get tired of receiving from the sweet and now formally innocent June Colburn.
Especially when discovering the reaction made June moan and whimper with embarrassment or pleasure, or more than often than not both. This time there was definitely just pleasure, but that was because Chloe was busy rubbing that little pussy of hers, first through the thin fabric of her ruined panties, then touching the bare skin when she pushed them aside.
Sometimes June scolded her for going right for the prize, even if Chloe knew for a fact she was warmed up and ready for her because of something Chloe had already done, or in wonderful cases like this because of something June had just done.
This was her favourite kind of pre-empted strike against that, and it always worked like a charm, June too busy kissing her back to complain that Chloe didn't spend enough time groping her first. To be fair Chloe had a free hand, and she was putting it to good use, firstly sliding it all over June's body, then concentrating on her boobs and butt, and then finally just her awesome boobs. And Chloe hadn't really even got started yet.
"I was going to be so nice to you..." Chloe whispered in June's ear when she eventually broke the kiss, "I was going to bring you back here and fuck your corn-fed ass hard and deep, just the way you like it, with no one watching. Now maybe I'll take you back to our table and bend you over in front of everyone. Or better yet, butt fuck you out on the street. Would you like that, huh? Being truly publicly ass fucked? Huh? Mmmmm, then you'd probably get arrested for being publicly sodomised by your girlfriend. Won't that be fun? You'll finally get to be a sex offender, like me, and have to tell any future employer, and your current one, that you were naughty and got publicly fucked in the ass by your girlfriend. You want that, huh?"
"No, please Chloe. Anything but that." June whimpered, pulling back so she could look into Chloe's eyes so she would know she was serious, "Wait until we get home, then you can do anything you want to me. I promise. Or maybe right here. Please?"
Chloe cursed those Bambi eyes which forced her to do whatever June wanted, but she decided to at least keep up the illusion for a little bit longer, "Well..."
"Surely you could think of some other way to punish me." June said hopefully, her Bambi eyes now twinkling with wicked glee.
Which just made Chloe fall harder for her, "Oh, I'm sure I could think of something."
After that exchange Chloe pushed two fingers roughly into June's cunt, causing her girlfriend to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Well, it was mostly pleasure as June was wet and ready for something like this, but Chloe was normally nice and started off with just one.
She also didn't normally go past three fingers, but she was soon inserting a third and then a fourth into June's tight little pussy, making the other girl squirm up against the wall Chloe now had her pressed against. Then with a wicked smile crossing her face Chloe tucked her thumb in there too, which was easy enough, at least compared to what she did next, which was push the rest of her hand into June's poor little pussy.
Honestly Chloe was expecting June to cry out in protest and offer her anything else in exchange for not doing this, but the formally innocent girl made her so proud, and fall for her even more, as again although her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open June never truly protested having her cunt stretched wider than ever before.
Not even when her pussy stretched wide enough to allow those knuckles to slide through, the rest of the fist quickly following and all of a sudden Chloe had her whole hand inside her girlfriend's pussy. She had her whole hand inside sweet little June Colburn's tight little cunt, which felt wonderful, even though she was worried that June was going to stop her at any moment given the look on her face.
Taking evasive manoeuvres Chloe softly whispered before beginning to kiss June's neck, "You're doing so well baby. I'm so proud of you."
June knew what Chloe was trying to do. She mostly only said those words to make June's heart flutter, and just so she could get away with something. And it almost always worked. Why should this be any different?
Sure, it was another thing June never thought she'd do, but ever since they met Chloe had been pushing her into trying new things, and for the most part June had enjoyed them, especially the sexual things, and it was really hard for her to resist Chloe, especially over sexual things.
Besides, June had been hoping to be punished, and while it wasn't what she had in mind the hard part was over so she may as well give this a shot.
So against her better judgement June concentrated on relaxing, which was made easier by the gentle kisses to her neck and the soft encouraging words from her girlfriend. It even felt kind of good, although it felt a lot better when Chloe pushed her dress down, followed by her bra, so she could wrap her lips around one of June's nipples.
Chloe had made it very clear she had a thing for June's boobs, which turned out to be a very good thing, as normally it meant that June got at least some form of foreplay, and the sex between them was often enhanced by Chloe going for her tits at a time like this, like all those other times Chloe going back and forth between her boobs as a sort of distraction for what else she was doing.
In this case Chloe was nice enough to concentrate on June's boobs for several long minutes while leaving her hand completely still inside her pussy, and when she did finally begin moving it was slow and gentle, giving June time to get used to the sensation. Surprisingly it felt really good. Really weird, but good, June moaning loudly in pure pleasure as she began to get fisted for the first time.
Which of course pushed Chloe to fist fuck June a little harder while grinning around her nipples, and then she eventually lifted her head to give her that wicked grin of hers. Then finally Chloe gave her the kind of verbal encouragement June had got so used to receiving from her twisted girlfriend.
"That's it June, moan for me! Mmmmm, moan while you're taking my fist in your pretty little dyke cunt!" Chloe moaned with wicked glee as she gradually increase the pace of the fisting, "Ohhhhhh yeah, moan for me baby! Moan while you're getting fucked like a proper little lesbian bottom. Ooooooh June, you're such a hot little bottom. Mmmmm fuck, I love having you as my hot little dyke bottom! Take my fist! Take it! Take it in your hot little queer cunt like a proper little lez! Ohhhhhh June, we really are proper lezzie girlfriends now. Me fisting you to orgasm while a bunch of rich white men wine and dine their women, mmmmm, then failed to get them off half as good as I'm about to get you off. Ohhhhhhh, it's the perfect lesbian experience. Ooooooh yeahhhhhhhh, you're taking my whole hand inside you like the perfect little lesbo bottom you are! Fuck, you're taking my hand so well. I'm so proud of you baby. Yes, that's it! That's soooooo hot! Oh fuck yes, moan for me! Mmmmm, moan while I fist fuck your little dyke pussy!"
After Chloe went on for what felt like forever June finally whimpered, "Please..."
"Please what baby? Please make you cum?" Chloe pushed, "Tell me baby. Tell me what you want."
"Please, please make me cum." June whimpered, forcing herself to be somewhat coherent as she continued, "Mmmmm, oooooooh Chloe please, please make me cum! Fist me baby! Fist my pussy! Oh God, it feel so good, ohhhhhhhhh, I love having you inside me! I love having your whole hand inside me! Oh God, I can't believe your whole hand is inside me! Ohhhhhhh, fuck me Chloe! Fuck my pussy with your fist! Fist me, oooooooh yessssss, fist me. Fist fuck me! Mmmmmm, fist fuck me like a proper little lesbian bottom! Oooooooh yessssssss, I'm a bottom! I'm a bottom, I'm a bottom, yeeeeeesssssss, I'm a bottom, mmmmmm, and you're my top. I'm your bottom and you're my top Chloe, oooooooh Goooooooddddddd, prove it by fist fucking me and making me cum! Yessssss, make me cum for you Chloe! Please? Please make me cum like a good little dyke bottom as you fist fuck my lezzie cunt! Please just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK, OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!"
As always forcing those extra nasty words out of June's mouth was enough for Chloe to give June what she wanted, in this case fisting her hard enough to make her cum. It didn't take much, as Chloe had effortlessly bought her to the edge which suggested this wasn't her first time fisting another girl. Not that June really cared at the moment.
Not when she had a powerful climax racing through her. A powerful climax which was quickly followed by another, and another, and another, as always Chloe bringing her to the edge of unconsciousness, before slowly bringing her down from her high. She then carefully moved her hand from June's pussy and then bought it up to the blonde's lips, June wordlessly opening her mouth and beginning to clean it, much to the brunette's delight.
"Have I mentioned you're the perfect woman?" Chloe grinned wickedly.
"I love you too." June responded without missing a beat.
Chloe frowned, "Now you're really going to get it."
"I can't wait." June murmured happily before she went back to cleaning Chloe's hand. |
Bed of Rose's Ch. 02 | 69,317 | 4.78 | 173,141 | [
"rose knee",
"gave charlotte",
"rose wondered",
"house rose",
"charlotte gasped",
"rose slid",
"rose grabbed",
"rose opened",
"rose girl",
"charlotte ass"
] | *Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. And if you are offended you might want to wonder why you are looking at "eroticstories.com" in the first place. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story.
This story is, as the name implies, the second part of an earlier story, titled "This Bed of Rose's." Please reference that story for descriptions.*
\* \* \* \* \*
**Chapter 2: Caught In Charlotte's Webb**
The day had started simply enough. It was an important day for Rose. She was actually going to meet her girlfriend's parents. Unbeknownst to her, Charlotte had officially outed herself to her parents just a day or so earlier, and apparently they insisted on meeting this "girl" that had become so prominent in her life. And Rose was petrified. Meeting someone's parents is something she had assumed only straight people did, though she realized that was a little silly of an idea. But she had agreed to this. She and Charlotte had gone shopping to find her some clothes that fit Rose's style but were a little more presentable than her standard tight, well-worn jeans and tee-shirt. Dealing with the bright red mohawk that Rose sported was going to be bizarre enough.
The two girls couldn't be more different in appearance. While both athletic, Rose was all muscle, lean and mean. She was beautiful for sure, at least everyone but her seemed to think so. She had a body that resembled a Greek goddess. But while Rose was all leather and muscle, Charlotte was soft and cuddly. This wasn't to say that the blonde girl who always wore her hair up in pigtails was fat, because that was far, far from the truth. She was an athlete, being a long time soccer player who was the goalie for the university team. While Rose had handful sized breasts, Charlotte's cups did "runneth over." And Charlotte had a hint of baby fat on her body, which made her absolutely adorable.
But they were very compatible personality-wise. And Rose was flattered beyond belief that Charlotte was comfortable enough with their relationship that she wanted her lover to meet her parents. And while Rose wanted to maintain her identity, she had compromised with Charlotte by letting her pick out the clothes. The big night was upon them, and a potential problem had arisen. Rose was afraid her first phrase to Mr. and Mrs. Webb would be, "I'm sorry we're late, but your daughter was performing oral sex on me." Which is pretty much what was happening.
She had been trying on some pants that Charlotte thought "would look darling" on her. They were made of some stretchy material that resembled felt. They were black in color with small roses embroidered up and down each leg in small columns. They clung to her like a second skin, and Rose supposed they looked nice enough, but they weren't really practically and were more than a bit on the warm side. And for some reason, her blonde friend had insisted she wear this silly red-silk g-string. Rose had questioned how wearing a thong was supposed to impress her parents. Charlotte had made the point that the lingerie wasn't for her parents. With that, Rose had been pushed over on the bed and her pants had been pulled up to her knees. Charlotte simply pushed the panties out of the way and began licking Rose's pussy.
After a few minutes, the redhead decided to object. "Hon, as much as I . . . ooh, a little to the left . . . would like to do this right now, we're going to be late."
"We have two hours," came the response. Charlotte had withdrawn her tongue and was using two of her fingers like a piston in Rose's box.
"But we always have to take a shower afterwards, or we'll be covered in sweat and . . . well, other stuff." Despite her words, Rose's heart really wasn't in her objections. Charlotte was just too good at what she was doing.
"Hmm. You've got a point. But I've got an idea." Charlotte stood up and pulled Rose's pants all the way off. "We can save time by fucking IN the shower!" With that, she turned and began shirking her clothes on her way to the bathroom. She had said it so matter-of-factly that Rose couldn't help but smile. By the time she had peeled herself off the bed, Charlotte already had the shower warmed up and was completely naked. Rose crept up behind her and wrapped her up in her arms, groping her tits in the process.
"What kept you?" Charlotte murmured, stepping towards the shower and pulling Rose with her.
"A certain blonde bombshell was just doing something that made my knees weak."
"What a naughty girl she must have been."
"Oh she was," teased Rose. "And she's gonna get what's coming to her!" Rose slid the shower door shut and gave Charlotte a warm kiss. No matter how many times they had been together, Rose was amazed at how attracted she was to the other girl. And now was no exception. Her hair was already drenched and plastered to her head, and as she spun, Rose watched the water flow in and around her curves while droplets hung perilously on the gentle swell of her breasts. She noticed Charlotte was blushing. "What's with that?" asked Rose, gently touching her lover's skin.
"It's just it makes me feel all warm inside. You know, when you look at me like that."
"Like what?"
Charlotte leaned in against her body. "With those big eyes just devouring my body." She kissed Rose, and let her hands drift down that toned muscular physique so they could firmly grasp that incredibly tight ass. "With that 'come-hither' stare." She slowly got down onto her knees, kissing her way down Rose's body, including lightly tonguing her naval. "With that look that tells me in a glance what you want me to do to you." Then words escaped her as she buried her mouth in Rose's privates again.
Rose looked down, savoring the feeling of lips on her pussy and a tongue in her slit. She savored the sight of water cascading down her muscular torso and onto Charlotte's face. The other girl had slid one hand between Rose's legs and had penetrated her ass with her index finger. She knew how to push Rose's buttons. Rose actually had to lean against the wall of the shower and grasp the top of Charlotte's head to keep her knees from buckling. The blonde girl's tongue was buried in her deep, probing her insides in a methodical fashion. Considering they had a deadline, Charlotte didn't seem to be in much of a hurry. Her tongue was moving at a languid pace. When she finally withdrew it, it was only so she could tease Rose's clit more directly. Eventually it became too much, and Rose's grasp on Charlotte's head (as well as the handle to the shower door) intensified as she began to cum. She could only imagine what it was like for Charlotte, not knowing whether the fluid at her lips was water or Rose's juice. But she didn't imagine her friend much cared. Finally her body finished shaking, and Charlotte looked up at her with a satisfied smile on her face.
"My turn," was all she could say.
Rose pulled the girl to her feet and spun her around. Then she had Charlotte bend over while Rose got on her knees. The water was cascading down the girl's back and down the crack of her ass like a waterfall. Rose grabbed a double handful of ass, spread those cheeks wide open, and went to work on Charlotte's delectable pussy. She licked up and down, periodically teasing the sensitive area between the bottom of the slit and the anus. Charlotte had never shown interest in anal play, but stimulating this area got her to make some interesting noises of pleasure.
"I fuckin' love it when you do that," the girl said.
"Then I guess I'd better do it again," Rose returned, then let her tongue dance on that area again. Then it was back to the pussy proper, including sucking on her swollen lips. Charlotte was bent over far enough that Rose was able to reach one of her hands between Charlotte's legs and fondle one of the girl's substantial tits. It was especially warm right now, and it was slick due to the steam and water. Charlotte moaned louder. She was close.
"Get on your knees," Rose said.
"If I had a dime every time you told be to do that . . ." Charlotte retorted playfully. But she also did as she was told. Rose moved so that her body and breasts were pushed directly into her friend's back. She reached around Charlotte's waist and ran her hands down the girl's body until they reached her crotch.
"I don't want you to touch yourself," Rose whispered in her ear. "I want you to let me take care of you." She started inserting fingers into Charlotte's box. She used just one at first, then two and then three. Her other hand mostly rubbed the girls mound or squeezed her lips together around Rose's fingers, but sometimes she had to reach up and tweak Charlotte's nipples. It didn't take long until Charlotte's pussy had a death-lock on one of Rose's hands while her body trembled in ecstasy. By the end of her orgasm, Charlotte was breathing quite heavily, and Rose slid her hands up so she feel the girl's heart beat under her sizable chest. Charlotte turned her head so the two girls could share another passionate kiss.
"Just in time," Charlotte gasped, finally breaking the kiss.
"How's that?"
"We've just run out of hot water."
The two girls almost screamed when cold water came blasting through the pipes, and the scurried turn off the water and get out of the shower. The were both standing naked in the bathroom, dripping water all over the place and looking for all the world like a couple of wet (albeit sexy) rats. They looked at each other and started to laugh, and eventually got around to toweling each other off.
An hour and a half later, they were sitting in Charlotte's car outside her parents' house. Rose was a nervous wreck. She had been in fights, towed the cars of some very scary people, had been kicked off a soccer team for having sex with a teacher, and had been abandoned by her own parents by the time she was eighteen. And none of that had made her as jittery as meeting this girl's parents. And to make matters worse, Charlotte had talked a little bit about them on the way over. Her father, it would seem, was a federal judge and a card-carrying member of the NRA who enjoyed hunting when he had the chance. Her mother was a high-priced defense attorney who belonged to a book club and enjoyed knitting and watching John Wayne movies. One thing kept running through Rose's mind on the way over. 'I'm gonna die!'
When they got to Charlotte's house, Rose's eyes were opened wide. The house was enormous. It was one of those houses that actually had a six-foot tall brick wall all the way around and an intimidating-looking iron gate. They pulled up to the house and parked beside a BMW 330ci convertible and a Jaguar S-Type R. Rose found herself drooling looking at those cars, particularly the Jaguar, dreaming about its supercharged V8 engine that could go from zero to sixty mile-per-hour in less than five and a half seconds. Charlotte actually had to snap her fingers in Roses face to bring the girl back to reality.
They went through the massive front doors into a parlor bigger than Rose's house. A maid ushered them into the dining room where dinner was being laid out. Mrs. Annabel Webb was seated at one end of the table while Mr. Jonathan Webb was at the other. Only two other chairs were left at the table, conveniently on opposite sides of the table. Oh well, it was to be expected.
Mrs. Webb was a very proper looking woman with short blonde hair, dressing in a 3-piece suit at what Rose had been hoping would be an informal dinner. Mr. Webb, handsome for his age (even to Rose), was a little more laid back in his tan slacks and white golf-shirt. It was hard to read either of their faces, and Rose was worried that might be intentional.
Things started civilly enough. There were comments about the weather and traffic. But it didn't take long for Rose to notice something was amiss. Mr. Webb didn't do much talking. Rose couldn't help but think he was analyzing her, waiting for her to "screw up" somehow. But at least he was polite about it. Mrs. Webb became less polite. Initially all she did was talk to her daughter or husband directly, but never seemed to address their guest. When Charlotte realized Rose was being excluded, she brought up a few things for Rose to talk about, like knowing each other from high school, her business classes, her knowledge of cars and her desire to open her own garage.
Down the line, Mrs. Webb managed to put down all of things that had been brought up. In regards to knowing each other in high school, she pointed out that she was glad HER daughter had been able to finish all her years at the same school she started at. Rose had a feeling that Mrs. Webb was familiar with the story and reason for her departure from that institution. As far as her business classes go, the older lady's exact response was, "Community college? How quaint." Roses knowledge of cars was referred to as " . . . hardly seemly of a young lady," and her dreams of owning and managing a automotive center for domestic vehicles as " . . . suitable for one of her academic standing."
At that point Rose was staring directly at her plate trying not to scream and fighting back tears. This wasn't going as she had hoped. In fact, she likened it to hell. Charlotte was obviously confused and distressed by her mother's attitude and her father's silence. In attempt to defend her guest, she mentioned how incredible Rose was for having accomplished all this on her own with no help from her parents. Rose knew instantly that Charlotte had made a mistake, but her mother had already pounced on it.
"Hmm. Ostracized by her parents? I can hardly see why." The bitch actually sounded smug, like she had just scored the game-winning point. Maybe she had, thought Rose.
Rose put her napkin on the table and pushed her seat back.
"Rose . . ." started Charlotte.
"Young woman, it is impolite to leave the table without an 'excuse me'."
"It is also impolite," said Rose through clenched teeth, "to be so blatantly rude to a guest that YOU invited into your home." Mrs. Webb started to open her mouth, but Rose was in no mood for it. "No, you listen while I talk. I have been looked down on by better people than you. I'm only here because your daughter asked me to be, and because you requested it. I'm not sure what your plan was, but I don't have to sit here and take this crap from you. He . . ." she said pointing at Mr. Webb who had raised his eyebrows at the start of this confrontation " . . . doesn't seem to be interested in getting to know me at all. And you, you heinous and overdressed ice-queen, aren't interested either, as the facts of my life might just interfere with your narrow-minded, asinine demonization of me. Now if you will all EXCUSE me, I have a 'quaint' life to get back to." She looked at Charlotte who was on the edge of tears herself and said, "I'm sorry hon. I just . . . I just can't be here," and she stormed out of the house. She had taken as much as she could, she had made a stand, and she hadn't let them see her cry. Other peoples' opinions of her had never bothered her before. But this was the first time she had wanted other peoples' approval and she had been slapped down. As she walked hurriedly down the drive, she realized that Charlotte had driven her here. She was standing next to the iron-gate, realizing that she somehow had to scale the wall or gate and then walk the nine-mile journey home when the tears began to leak out of her eyes. For a moment, all she could do was grip the bars of the gate and cry.
At some point she realized that someone was behind her. She turned, almost expecting Charlotte, but instead found Mr. Webb. He had pulled the Jaguar down the drive (damn that car ran smooth), and was leaning against the side. "You, young woman," he said with a smile that didn't seem hostile at all, "really need to learn to control that temper. I don't think my wife has ever be dressed down like that, except maybe by other attorneys, particularly in her own home. But I was impressed with your choice of words, by the way. You have a fairly good vocabulary!" This actually got a chuckle out of Rose before he continued. "First of all, I should apologize. My wife isn't normally like that. Charlotte's announcement took us a little bit by surprise. I think Annabel was already planning our daughter's wedding reception and now, barring a major shift in the political spectrum, that probably won't be happening. And I should apologize for myself. I was trying to figure you out, which I find easier to do when listening than when talking. I didn't mean to let things get that far out of control. Hell, I wasn't even expecting them to GET out of control."
Rose was beginning to believe him. His voice carried no malice in it. Rather, he sounded genuinely remorseful.
"As for myself," he continued, "I'd be lying if I said this is how I pictured my only child would be at this stage of her life. But something I noticed after talking with my parents, my wife's parents, and parents in general is that nobody's child turns into exactly what they expected. I have faith in my daughter's judgement. If she sees something in you worthwhile, I'll believe her. And from what I've seen, her faith in you seems somewhat well placed. Now why don't you let me give you a ride home? I figure if you live near the university, that would be a hell of a walk."
Rose wasn't sure what, if anything, she should say. She was emotionally exhausted, and still slightly in the mood to be pissy, but how could she say no? First of all, he seemed to be a genuinely nice person trying to make amends. And secondly, it was a chance to take a ride in a supercharged Jag. She made her way to the passenger side and he unlocked the door. He was smiling when she got in.
"It was the car, wasn't it? Nobody shoots down someone driving a Jaguar, do they?"
"Not unless they're idiots," whispered Rose somewhat weakly.
"There's the voice. I wondered what happened to that. We'd better get going. I don't where my daughter picked up that kind of language, unless she joined the navy and didn't tell anyone, but she was cursing up a storm when I left. She told me she'd be by to see you later, but she had 'a few things to say' to her mother first."
On the trip home, Rose opened up a little bit. She talked about Mr. Webb's car, giving him all the specs (which he probably already knew) and the history of the model. He very politely inquired about her relationship with her parents, as that was the thing that had set her off back at the house. She told him about how her father had run off when she was sixteen with another woman and her mother had run off when she was eighteen with another man. Mr. Webb actually seemed disgusted, but not with Rose. "How could anyone call themselves a decent human being much less a parent after running off like that? And so you've been supporting yourself for three years?"
"Yeah. I wanted to apply for a loan, but a friend told me it would be unlikely I'd get one because of my age. So I keep with the towing. Sometimes I'll do some jobs at one of the garages when they're short staffed. They pay me in parts sometimes."
"Parts?"
"Yeah. I'm trying to restore a '69 Roadrunner I've got out in my garage. I mean, I like Jags just fine, but give me an old-fashioned muscle car any day. And . . . and you must think I'm the biggest geek on the planet."
He was looking somewhat thoughtful. "Actually, I was thinking of something a friend of mine told me when we were golfing last week. He sells high-end cars, but also restores classics. I think he just lost one of his guys. I'd be happy to put in a good word for you if you're interested."
Rose's eyes were as wide as saucers. "I . . . I . . . I" she stuttered.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said smiling. "And no, I'm not being patronizing. If you're half as good as you seem to be, I might even get a discount there next time I'm looking for a vehicle. Nah, Jerry's too much of a tightwad to . . ." He was cutoff as Rose gave him a great big (but somewhat awkward) hug. She quickly sat back in her seat and stared out the window. "You're welcome," he said with a smile.
They got to her place, and they both got out. He asked to see the car before she left. She showed it off with the pride someone might display their newborn child. She showed him the house and the apartment. He told her he would check into that job opportunity and would call her in the next day or two, and then he left.
Rose wasn't sure how she felt. It had been one of the most tumultuous evenings of her life since her mother left her. She went down to her bedroom, flopped down face first on the bed, and fell to sleep almost instantly.
She hadn't been asleep long when she was awoken by the sound of the upstairs door slamming. It had to be Charlotte, as she was the only other person who had a key. Rose just lay on her stomach, enjoying the feeling of satin sheets against her skin. At some point, she had apparently gotten undressed, so she was feeling very comfortable. After a few minutes, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Rose wondered what her friend was up to.
"Rose," came the girl's voice from behind her, "I am SO sorry about tonight."
"It's not your fault, lover. Your dad said you had some words for your mother after I left."
"You could say that," said Charlotte tiredly. "She really isn't normally like that. I think you'll be getting a BIG apology from her in the next few days."
"I dunno. She seemed awfully . . ."
"No, I don't think you get it. She WILL apologize in the next few days." Charlotte's voice sounded as forgiving as cold steel. "I think it's safe to say tonight didn't go as planned. So I thought we might do something special to make up for it."
Rose felt the girl's legs on either side of her as Charlotte climbed onto the bed and straddled her back. She felt hands on her knotted shoulders, and lips on the back of her neck. She made noises of contentment as Charlotte started working the knots out of her shoulders with her skilled hands
"It's okay, sweetie. Tonight wasn't your fault. It had to happen eventually."
"Maybe, but I still want to make it up to you. And if you want to turn over, I'll show you how!"
Rose opened one eye, again wondering what Charlotte was up to. She felt the girl lift her body up enough for Rose to turn over, which she dutifully did. "My oh my!" she said appreciatively. So that's what you were up to upstairs!"
What had piqued Rose's interest was Charlotte's outfit. Her girlfriend had changed into a baby-doll nightgown that barely even reached her crotch. When she moved, Rose could clearly see the pink, satin v-string panties she was wearing underneath. Her breasts seem to be swinging freely under the translucent, gauzy material, apparently unhampered by a bra. And her hair, pulled up in her traditional pigtails helped the image quite a bit, as did the lollypop swirling around her mouth.
"You like?"
"Oh, I like very much. You are a naughty little girl!"
"Am I naughty?" Charlotte asked with an almost childish pout playing across her face. "Then I should probably be disciplined!" She turned sideways and lay across Rose's naked legs with her panties pressed securely again the girl's knees. "Will you discipline me?" The blonde girl had a feigned look of such child-like innocence that Rose felt her energy levels returning with a vengeance. And when Charlotte reached behind her and slowly pulled the flimsy material of her outfit above her ass and leaving only the partially covered cheeks exposed, Rose willingly accepted that she wasn't getting anymore sleep anytime soon.
She raised her hand and gave Charlotte's ass a solid smack. Charlotte gasped and ground her crotch into Rose's knee. There was an imprint of Rose's hand on one of the girl's ass cheeks and with another quick smack, there was a matching imprint on the other side. And more grinding against Rose's knee.
"Oh please," Charlotte moaned. "I've been SO bad!" Several thwacks later, her beautiful butt was a lovely shade of red. Rose didn't want to do any serious damage to that ass, as she had plans for it somewhere down the road. Fondling would be involved.
"Maybe instead of punishing you, I should get you to work it off."
"Whatever do you mean?" asked Charlotte, who had gone wide-eyed again. She was so adorable when she did that.
"Turn this way," she responded. As Charlotte shifted, Rose split her legs apart and pulled Charlotte headfirst towards her bare pussy. "Now if you don't eat your dinner, you don't get dessert."
"If this is my dinner, who gives a damn about dessert." Charlotte started by kissing every square inch around the outside of Rose's swollen lips. She sucked on the skin and then touched it lightly with her tongue before moving on to another spot. After doing a complete circle, she started lapping at the slit from bottom to top, over and over again. Rose grabbed on to both of her pigtails and hung on for dear life.
Charlotte was able to worm her hands forward to get them into the action. First she used her thumbs to spread Rose's pussy lips open a little wider so her tongue could probe a little deeper. Then she inserted three of her fingers deep inside her friend's cunt and started to pump them in and out. She raised her head briefly to look at Rose. The girl's eyes were close and her mouth was open in an "O" shape. She was panting heavily, her small firm breasts were heaving and her skin was coated in sweat. Her trademark red mohawk had shifted over to one side. The muscles of her torso were flexing powerfully underneath her skin. She was beautiful. Charlotte stopped finger fucking Rose and crawled up her body until her breasts were in line with Rose's crotch, and she slid the nightie up far enough that her breasts were expose. She took one of her nipples, which was hard as a rock, and started rubbing all over Rose's pussy. She snaked one hand back and inserted into her friend's box.
Rose had opened her eyes and enjoyed what she saw almost as much as what she felt. Charlotte was rubbing those magnificent tits into her crotch while fucking her with those talented fingers. Her ass, still slightly reddened, was stick up, and her panties had been pulled in as to somewhat resemble a g-string. Then she looked up and the two girls locked eyes. Rose breathing was becoming more rapid. Charlotte saw the girl's body start to tremble and tense, but the two of them never broke eye contact. Charlotte wanted to be looking at her lover's eyes when she came. She was using her fingers frantically as Rose came. Charlotte was turned on more than usual, mostly because of the expression on Rose's face. It was pleasure, pure and unadulterated and simple. Charlotte's fingers were covered in the redhead's juices, but she didn't let up with her fingering until the orgasm was completely over.
"So, is all forgiven?" Charlotte asked lovingly.
"I could never stay mad at you. Particularly since I was never ACTUALLY mad AT you. And that outfit . . ."
Charlotte crawled over to the edge of the bed, reached down and pulled something from the nightstand. It was Rose's strap-on. In their relatively brief relationship, they hadn't used this toy much, and Rose wondered why Charlotte had chosen it. The girl also put a bottle of KY lotion on top of the nightstand. Charlotte started slid the harness up Rose's legs, and Rose had to lift her hips so her friend could complete the task. So Rose was laying on her back with a seven-inch, red plastic dick jutting up almost obscenely from her hips. Then Charlotte climbed on board, pushing her panties out of the way so the dildo could slide right in.
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me until I scream." Charlotte was rocking back and forth, still wearing the pink nightie. She moved to remove it, but Rose had other ideas.
"Leave it on. Be a good girl, and leave it on." Rose slid her hands up Charlotte's body and started massaging her tits. Charlotte just rotated her hips and enjoyed the sensation of Rose's hands on her flesh. Then Rose's hands slipped down and gripped her lover's hips. She began thrusting upward with her artificial dick. She let her hands drift downward again so her thumbs could rub Charlotte's swollen mound and tender clit. She grabbed one of the blonde girl's hands and brought it to her mouth. She kissed her wrist, then her palm and then took one of her fingers in her mouth, sucking on it gently.
"Rose."
"Yes hon?"
"I want you to do something for me." She climbed off and lay down, face first, next to her lover. I want you to fuck me. In there." She lifted the nightie above her ass again and placed a finger suggestively at the top of her ass crack.
Rose was a bit stunned. Charlotte had never shown any interest in that before, and Rose was afraid she was doing it to appease her because of the preceding events. "Listen, you don't have to do that if . . ."
"No, it's not what you think. I just see how much you enjoy it, so I wanted to try it at least once."
Rose grabbed the lotion off the dresser and applied a very generous amount to the strap-on. Before she went any further, she bent over and kissed her girlfriend's still tender ass and gently probed her sphincter with her tongue. Then she inserted a single finger into that rosebud and waited for it to relax a bit. Then she put in a second finger. Finally, when Charlotte's ass was able to accommodate two fingers, Rose got ready for the big event. She placed the end of the plastic cock at the entrance to Charlotte's back door.
"It's going to hurt a bit when I first start. Try not to tense up. Once the head is in and you start to relax, it becomes a lot more fun." And then she started to push inward.
Charlotte buried her face in one of the many pillows on the bed. 'Hurt a bit,' seemed a tad inadequate of a statement. She thought she was going to pass out for a moment, but that moment passed. Rose was afraid the initial pain was going to be too much, so she started to withdraw.
"Wait," said Charlotte. "I think its relaxing a bit." Sure enough, her asshole began to ease up a bit, which in turn allowed the head to slide all the way in, and the pain went away. Rose thrust gently at first, letting the blonde girl get used to the new sensation. Rose, for her part, was awestruck by the sight of the red plastic sliding past the pink panties that ensnared Charlotte's wonderful tanned ass. She began fucking Charlotte with a little more speed and power. Charlotte was just repeating the word "fuck" over and over again while simultaneously finger herself.
After a few minutes, Charlotte indicated that she was getting close. Much to her apparent surprise, Rose pulled out and quickly shed the harness. She flipped Charlotte over and pulled the girl towards her. Rose was sitting on the bed with Charlotte's pussy and hips pulled up to her face. Most of Charlotte's weight was resting on her shoulders. They formed a nearly perfect triangle. And Rose began to lick. Like Charlotte, she wanted to see her lover's face when the moment came, and she figured this was the best way for her to do it. As Rose's tongue ravished her friend's box, Charlotte was pinching her nipple through the fabric of her nightie, and she was biting her lower lip in a fashion Rose considered to be really cute. Rose wasn't going for finesse. It was just rapid-fire motion with her tongue. But it seemed to be enough.
Charlotte's eyes popped open and the two girls found themselves staring at each other again.
"Oh God! I am SO cumming!" screamed Charlotte. "Stick your tongue in deeper! Taste me! Lick me! Oh, fuck me!" Even in the throes of orgasm, she still sounded a bit like a valley girl. But at the moment, Rose only cared what she tasted like, and she tasted like honey to the redhead. Rose's face was quickly covered in Charlotte's juices, but Rose wasn't quite done. She lowered Charlotte's body to the bed and stuck one finger in the girl's pussy and curved that finger toward the front of Charlotte's body. She had always wanted to see if she could give a woman multiple orgasms, but this was the first girl who was worth trying this on. Her digit located a small spot about the size and shape of a quarter on the front vaginal wall, and she began stimulating it. She used the fingers of her other hand to tease Charlotte's clit. It seemed to be working! Charlotte hadn't come all the way down from her first orgasm when a second one ripped through her body.
"I don't believe . . . I can't . . . Oh . . . Oh!" As she came for the second time in less than a minute, a mixed look of total pleasure and complete exhaustion played across the girl's face. The second orgasm wasn't quite as powerful as the first, but it was enough to wipe the young woman out.
Rose crawled next to Charlotte, draping on leg and one arm over the girl's body while resting her head next to the blonde girl's.
"So," she said after a minute, "was it good for you?"
Charlotte was almost too tired to chuckle. They lay together in silence for a minute.
"It was the best. But every time with you seems to be the best ever." She paused as if uncertain how to phrase what was on her mind."
"Just spit it out," said Rose.
"I really am sorry. I just wanted them to accept you."
Rose sighed quietly. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it. They do or they don't. Actually, your father said he might help me find a better job!"
"He mentioned that when he got home," she said happily. "I think you really impressed him. As far as my MOTHER goes," she continued, "she'll come around."
Rose had something she wanted to say as well, and right then seemed as good a time as any. "Charlotte, it would be nice if both your parents liked me, but I won't be completely devastated if they're not as friendly towards me as if I had been a guy." She looked straight into the other girl's eyes. "I love you. Your opinion is the only one that matters to me. The rest is just icing on a very delicious cake."
Charlotte looked like she had been pole-axed. Rose had never used the "L" word before in that context. Unbeknownst to her, Rose had never used the word "love" with anyone she had been with before in ANY context. Rose found herself on the receiving end of a long string of wet, passionate kisses.
Rose was a bit taken aback, but was happy about the response. She didn't think she had ever quite gotten over the idea that she was just "a phase" in Charlotte's life that would end when Rose said how she felt.
"I love you too!" came Charlotte's reply when the kissing was temporarily interrupted by the pesky need to breathe.
It was strange. After that, neither of them felt much of an urge to say anything. They were just happy to rest in each other's arms. Charlotte snuggled up a bit, resting her head next to Rose's neck. Rose stroked her girlfriend's hair well after Charlotte had fallen asleep, marveling at how someone as "energetic" as she was about lovemaking could look so innocent when she slept. She pulled the covers up over her slumbering lover, and watched the girl's face until sleep overcame her as well.
*To be continued . . .* |
Hotel Club Ch. 03 | 36,439 | 4.75 | 1,473,283 | [
"shemale",
"exhibitionism",
"club",
"public",
"femdom",
"sissy"
] | I stretched and groaned under the sheets while transitioning from sleep to wakefulness. I felt really good, well rested, and sported the usual morning erection. Idly and automatically I reached down to caress myself when my fingers touched the lacy fabric of the panties. A giant grin spread over my face as the events of my second night's adventures with Cindy filled my consciousness.
Up until I met her, I had not bothered with cocks aside from my own. I had never even considered wearing a woman's panties. Yet in the two nights since meeting her, I had sucked her cock, fucked her ass and had taken her big shemale cock in my ass. To top it all off, she had asked me to wear her panties and without hesitation I agreed. I sat up; it was too early and I had too much work to do to dwell upon such thoughts.
Around mid-afternoon, the owner of the company walked in. She was a pretty woman, not gorgeous, just that kind of mid-forties pretty. There were a few signs of her age, mostly the skin around her eyes, but few other major indicators. She was thin and her arms in the sleeveless dress she wore suggested a good level of fitness. Otherwise, she was a driven woman, a hard-charger, and our negotiations for my work had been rigorous. One caveat in my favor was that if I finished the programming job by Thursday night I would get a nice financial bonus. I was on track to get it so far.
She popped in with a request for a status update. I provided it, and she acknowledged that the bonus was definitely within reach. I showed her the application work thus far, and she made some comments right away, and forty minutes later after a more thorough review I had another list. I set that aside and resumed my current work. It wasn't until six that I got to her comments, which took me an hour to go through.
When I returned to the hotel my gait was slow and my eyes felt watery, a sure sign of my fatigue. But I strolled into the bar and sure enough, Cindy was perched on a bar stool. She was chatting with a nicely-dressed woman to her right. I paused before approaching, taking a moment to appreciate what I knew already about Cindy and to also admire her attire for the evening.
Her pants were highly glossy black leather with equally glossy, black stiletto heels on her feet. Her top was cut close, and although my back was to her I suspected that her top was decidedly revealing of her generous chest. Her long hair flowed broadly over her shoulders, and she was nodding intently while speaking with the woman.
I walked up and slid onto the stool beside her. "Is this seat taken?" I asked.
Cindy turned and saw it was me, and broke into a grin. My impression of her top was accurate; the cut was extremely deep between her breasts, revealing the large swell of the mounds and showing off her cleavage to great effect. "Hey, there you are!" she said with a grin. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up tonight," she added.
"Yeah, work," I said easily.
"Aww, poor you!" she said and patted the back of my hand. "Hey, I want you to meet Lisa here," Cindy said. "Lisa, this is the friend I was telling you about."
Both Lisa and I leaned forward and waved at each other. She was an attractive woman, probably late thirties, an aura of businesswoman about her.
"So you just got in?" Cindy asked, and looked at my computer bag hung under the bar. "I guess so with that computer bag, huh?" she answered her own question. The bartender slid a drink in front of me with a quick glance at Cindy. I thanked him, then her, and took a sip. It was a heavy pour, but welcomed at that moment.
"So are you going to ask me?" Cindy prompted me with a wicked grin.
I looked her up and down. "You look fabulous, by the way. But what's the occasion?" I fed her the line.
She nodded once at the compliment. "It's a special night at the club," she explained. "I was planning on taking you, if you're interested," Cindy asked.
I arched an eyebrow. So far my interludes with her had all been interesting. "By all means, yes," I replied. Thought was not required for that answer.
Cindy turned and looked at Lisa. "And you, Lisa, would you like to also join me in the club?" she purred smoothly. "You see, you can't get in tonight except with an escort, but if you want to go I would be pleased to escort you."
"Um, what's in the club?" Lisa asked. Her face suggested doubt but I saw the shiny twinkle in her eyes. Playing hard to get, huh?
"Oh, it's a private club. I'm a member of course," Cindy said airily. "It's all very hush hush, but I promise you," Cindy said as I imagined that giant wicked grin on her face all designed to dazzle this Lisa, "that you will never forget it!"
"Well, sure," she agreed almost instantly. Not that hard to get!
"Good. Listen, I am going to accompany Roger to his room. Eleven-seventeen, right Roger?"
"Yes, that's right," I agreed.
Cindy turned back to Lisa. "Be there in fifteen minutes."
Lisa nodded. "Okay, I will."
Cindy leaned forward and said something softly to Lisa into her ear. Whatever she said made Lisa blush slightly, and then hurriedly signal for her check, sign it and run off. I hopped off the stool and offered my arm to Cindy. She hooked her hand into my elbow and we walked to the elevators. We did not speak until we got into my room. She closed the door behind me and stood there in a very domineering fashion, her legs spread to about the width of her hips, her hands on her hips.
"You better still have my panties on, mister!" she said. The tone was icy, yet her eyes shined with anticipatory pleasure.
I unbuckled my pants and let them drop to the floor. The pale yellow panties were still on my body; I had debated earlier in the morning to go only with her panties or to wear a pair of boxer shorts over them just to be on the safe side. I figured that I was not coming back to San Fran anytime soon and thus went with the more dangerous but erotically pleasing option.
Cindy made a satisfied noise. She walked towards me. She had a large purse with her. "There will be a very small crowd tonight," she said. "It's a special members event," she explained. "And there are very strict rules for entry," she said. She held up her hands. "First, you have to be obviously escorted by one of the members, which is me," she said.
She reached into her purse and took out a leather collar. It was about one inch thick with three heavy-duty metal rings connected and sewn into the band. It had the belt-style connector on the back. "Second, being escorted by me requires you to wear this as your price of admission." Her eyebrows shot up to wordlessly ask me.
My mouth dried again and my heart beat increased slightly as another new adventure beckoned. I nodded. She held up her hand and twirled her finger, and I obeyed and turned my back to her. She put the heavy collar around my neck. It was cool on my skin. She fastened it securely but not tightly.
"Okay, that's it." She smiled at me. "I think that you'll be keeping those panties on," she said. "Did you bring shorts with you?"
"I did, a khaki pair."
She had me put them on, and then directed me to sit on the edge of the bed with my legs spread a little. She stood in between them and pulled my head to the side, pressing it against her lower abdomen. The body contact was pleasurable and I felt rested. For some reason I felt safe like this, and my hands found her thighs and began to run up and down the sturdy gams.
We remained like that until the door knock came at precisely the time. "Get down on your knees, facing the bed," she told me. "I want to make sure this little slut gets the picture right away, okay?" Cindy asked quietly.
"Okay Cindy," I said, then climbed off the bed and got down on my knees at the foot of the bed exactly as she ordered. She turned and looked at me, and threw me a fast thumbs-up, before throwing the door open and ushering Lisa inside.
"Come in, come in," Cindy said warmly. I looked down. I was very curious about Lisa's reaction but felt it was wiser to play the role more fully, and not gawk.
The door closed. "You see my pet over there?" Cindy asked. Her tone was thunderous.
"Yes," Lisa replied in a soft, meek tone.
"There's a second bed. Assume the position, just like him!" Cindy ordered.
I turned my head fractionally allowing me to watch from the corner of the eye. Lisa walked over still dressed in her business attire, and knelt at the foot of the bed.
"It's a good thing I come prepared!" Cindy chuckled indulgently. She pulled out a second collar, this one thinner with the word SLUT on the front in silver, block letters. "Does this accurately describe you, my dear?" Cindy taunted, dangling the collar in front of Lisa.
"Yes," she said in a strangled tone. It sounded both resigned and excited at the same time.
"Exactly!" Cindy exclaimed as she affixed the collar around Lisa's neck. I saw Lisa's fingers twitch while Cindy collared her. Cindy then fluffed the woman's hair so that it was not trapped at all by the collar.
She then withdrew two leashes from her purse. Cindy snapped them onto each of our collars, and commanded us to rise. We walked out of the room, in front of her, Cindy taking both of our room keys from us, and then led us down the hall to the elevators. After arriving at the ground floor she guided us past the bar to the corridor leading to the club's entrance. The burly Mexican bouncer was back and watched our approach.
"Stop," Cindy said just as we got to the doors. "Both of you must enter on your hands and knees." The bouncer did not snicker nor give any indication that he had heard. I dropped down and watched Lisa do the same, and then Cindy dog-walked the two of us into the club.
Unlike the first night where the protective love seats had been set up in a circle around the main stage, tonight the place looked like it was broken into four quadrants. Cindy led us to the first part, where several high-top bar tables were spread out throughout the otherwise open space. To the right there were the love seats but lacking the privacy walls. There were far fewer of them. The left side of the club was entirely open, but I did see several cords hanging from the ceiling, and it looked like the back wall was filled with things. I could not make them out given the distance and dim lighting.
I could not see the back part on the opposite side of the club. Cindy selected a table, and stood there. She chatted easily with a few other individuals who were standing. Those individuals had leashes, and subs like me and Lisa were gathered at the base of the tables. As far as I could tell, there was an equal mix of men and women, and clothing ranged from the casual or business attire like Lisa and me wore to the outlanding fetish outfits of skintight latex suits with hoods over the head. One sub, I gathered a man but was not certain, was immaculately dressed in a pink, frilly maid's outfit complete with white stockings and high laced-up boots.
I spotted a server approaching. Her appearance was remarkable as well. The pleated plaid skirt was flouncy and cut extremely short - just long enough to hide her butt and nothing else. The flounce in her skirt rose up enough with each step to verify that she wore nothing under the skirt. The top was a white oxford, tied tightly under the gal's rather large chest. The top was unbuttoned, and from the wiggle in her breasts as she walked, it was clear that she had no bra on either. I wondered whether the staff was part of the play or not. The final touch to the outfit were the stockings that ended mid-thigh and the high heeled shoes. I had a fleeting thought of how uncomfortable it must be waiting tables in high heels.
Two more servers appeared, dressed identically, with breasts at least as large as our server's. None were wearing bras or panties. They took orders and bowed their heads.
One in particular caught my eye. Not because of her. She was serving a giant of a man. He towered over everyone, probably at least six-four, maybe six-five. He had a broad chest rippling with physical power. His torso was devoid of hair, but his head was bald and almost reflective while a long, black, thick beard covered the lower half of his face. His pants were black leather or latex, tight enough to reveal that the man's sexual organ was as massive as his upper body. He made the server turn around and caressed her bare backside while he placed his order. She curtsied after the order was complete, and left.
After about thirty minutes of idle small talk, the doors clanged shut and a shapely, gorgeous woman walked up on stage with a cordless microphone. "Hello dominants!" she called out. The room went silent. "Good evening and welcome, welcome," she said warmly to a smattering of polite applause.
"I see that everyone has placed their initial orders. Please remember that touching the staff is prohibited unless you have a pre-existing arrangement!" she warned everyone.
"Now then, we have a special show for you at ten tonight," the emcee said to a series of whistles and noises of excitement. "Until then, it is an open play night. Dominants, do use courtesy and do not assume that another's pets are open for everyone's...attention." This was met with some low chuckles. "Also dominants, please be mindful of your surroundings. We don't want to smack someone in the face with a riding crop!" she said. "As always, dominants, you must absolutely respect your pets' safewords. And to you pets, if you feel unsafe or overwhelmed, you must use your safeword. Safe play is the best play." I had no safeword. I wondered if I should ask Cindy to have one. "So until ten," she said and then her voice dropped to a hungry whisper, "let's play!"
Cheers erupted in the bar, and I saw the beastly man tug hard on his collar, and his very petite but heavy-chested female sub crawled swiftly on the floor behind him. He went immediately to the play area on the left, and quickly attached her to one of the ceiling cords. I watched with interest as he returned from the back wall, long, black cords draped over his arm. He set them down and began the process of tying up his pet.
Cindy tugged our leashes, and we crawled behind her to the same space where the giant man was busy binding his pet with cords. Her face was passive but showed the pleasure she was experiencing from the activity. I saw that he had brought a Hitachi wand over to his area; I could not suppress a shudder at the sudden image of being so tightly bound and unable to move with that buzzing toy pressing against a sensitive area of the body...
"Stand, pets," Cindy said. Both Lisa and I rose from the floor and stood as she hooked us to the ceiling cords. She fussed with her phone, and then pressed a button; the cords rose and she stopped it after we were forced to stand on our tiptoes lest we get choked.
"There." Cindy smiled brightly. She put the phone down on a table and went to the back wall to retrieve some goodies. The behemoth walked over and stared at Lisa hard but ignored me completely.
When he spoke, of course in was in the deepest voice possible. "Hey Cin, what plans have you for this little one?" he asked. His gaze was open and hungry, and Lisa's eyes were giant and round as she stared up at him, I believed in equal parts awe and fear.
"Don't know," Cindy said conversationally. "I just met her tonight at the hotel bar."
He chuckled knowingly. "Fertile grounds for you," he said in a booming tone. "She is quite a find."
"Yes, I think so," Cindy said as she began slowly circling Lisa. "Come talk to me later. I suppose it will depend on how things go."
"Okay. Let me know if you want any action with my pet. She's not been particularly well-behaved lately," the giant said with a leering grin. "Maybe some of your special treatment might be in order."
Cindy's eyes flashed in appreciation. "That all depends if I can find someone to extract me from these fucking pants!"
Both laughed. He returned to his area and refocused his attention on his pet.
"Now, let's see," Cindy said. She circled closely around Lisa three times before placing her ear closely to Lisa's, and whispered. Lisa's face turned a bright red. Cindy reached around and slid her coat off of her body. Remaining behind Lisa, she unbuttoned her top and took it off. I appreciated the view. Lisa was not a tremendously large-chested woman, but her breasts were firm and moderately sized. The skirt went next and revealed cream color panties, nothing too sexy about them. She had not worn hosiery.
Lisa took my clothes off next, and Lisa gaped as she saw the pale yellow panties I wore. She smirked for a second, an expression Cindy evidently did not catch. Cindy went behind me and began to lightly massage and stroke my member through the fabric. I quickly rose, and she kept teasing my cock and then positioning it so that it stayed under the material. But the outline was obviously visible. Lisa still had her bra on at the moment, and the sight of Cindy stimulating me must have been arousing for her given that her nipples visible poked through the bra.
Or maybe it was the high-pitched squeals and cries coming from the hogtied petite woman behind Lisa. She was now hanging from the ceiling, her body completely supported by the complex rope arrangement that the giant man had applied on her, and was now dealing with that hitachi machine and its strategic placement between her legs.
Cindy removed Lisa's bra, and then stood between us. She reached out and flicked our bare nipples until the one closer to her stood. From the table she dragged closely, she took a clamp set connected by a long chain, with an attachment loop in the center. She clamped Lisa's nipple, the large bud of flesh squeezed tightly between the latex-tipped clamp. Lisa shrieked in pain. Cindy ignored her - as did everyone else. There were many shrieks of pain heard throughout the club.
She then clamped me. The sharp, piercing pain nearly made me cry out as well. She walked around and then flicked our other nipples until they too were erect, and then she repeated the process of clamping us.
Cindy then picked up a long strap. She connected it to Lisa's collar and let it drape over Lisa's back. Cindy walked behind her, then yanked Lisa's panties down her legs. She grabbed a pair of leather wrist cuffs, and cuffed on wrist, and pulled it behind Lisa's back. She connected that cuff to the strap leading to Lisa's neck collar. After she cuffed and connected the second, Lisa was definitely in an exposed position.
Lisa's body shone as sweat seeped from her pores. Her legs were quivering, a result of standing on her toes from that extended period of time. I knew what she was feeling as mine were jumping just as wildly, but the ache in my legs had not overcome the fear of hanging myself even for a second or two.
Cindy looked at Lisa with a tilted head. She gagged Lisa with a black ball gag. She then lowered Lisa's ceiling cord so that the sub could stand normally. Even gagged her expression was one of relief. But that relief did not last long as Cindy squatted down and cuffed one of Lisa's ankles, then the second, and hooked a spread bar between her two legs. She played with the ceiling cord again until Lisa was rendered pretty much immobile.
When she pressed the round, vibrating head of the hitachi against Lisa's moist and engorged organ, Lisa shook her head wildly. Her long brunette hair flew back and forth and soon covered her face. The random strands falling over her face made her look like a madwoman for a second. Cindy secured the wand with three two-inch wide black velcro straps. After Cindy was assured that the wand was secured, she turned it on.
The effect was instant. Lisa's entire body shook from the onslaught of the high-pitched vibrations. Her eyes were out of focus and she was moaning already through the gag. Her hips rocked back and forth, more in an attempt to escape the vibrations but all of Cindy's preparations ensured that Lisa was quite unable to escape anything. The woman's body heaved as she inhaled great gulps of air.
My erection had subsided a little during the time that Cindy attended to Lisa. But now that she slid her gaze to me, the hardness returned. She walked close to me and like she had done to Lisa, circled me three times. She leaned close. "Look at that little slut," Cindy laughed softly. She continued in a conversational tone of voice. "The thing about orgasms is that you punish a woman by giving her too many. And you punish a man by denying his!" she taunted me.
She returned with a pair of white stockings. "Foot, my dear," she said and I lifted a leg. I almost lost my balance, she choked me for a second. She quickly changed the cord length. Weakly I thanked her. Then I lifted the leg and allowed her to slowly roll the stocking up my leg. The material was soft, clingy, warm and really sexy. She did the same to the other leg. She slid a garter belt up my body and connected the straps of the belt to the tops of the stockings.
She squatted down in front of me. She pulled the panties down enough to expose my rigid erection. She hummed to herself as she connected the ring behind my cock and balls and secured it. She looked up at me and grinned, and began raining sharp smacks on my cock. The initial surprise and semi-pleasant stinging soon gave way to serious discomfort, and only then did my erection subside. She popped my cock into the tube and locked it up, and finished it off with a lock; she put the key on a chain, which she put around her neck. The key to my freedom was there between her firm, luscious breasts.
She went behind me and I felt a lubed finger slide easily up my ass. She used a great deal of lube, and then the large intruder pressed against my asshole. I moaned as she slipped the thick plug inside. She returned to walk in front of me, and like she had done with Lisa, affixed a leg spreader between my ankles.
"And now," she said with a positively wicked grin, "I press this." She pressed something on the face of her smartphone and instantly my asshole was filled with my own version of vibration torture. It was turned on max and filled my entire lower body. She had not gagged me, and I grunted loudly. That reminded her I was not gagged, and she took care of that.
Just for fun, since both of us were squirming from the onslaught of vibrations, she connected our two nipple clamps to each other. Every time I moved or jerked it triggered more pain in both of our bodies. I sank slowly into a state of total submission. I accepted it. All of it.
I had no idea what happened around the rest of the club. None. My vision was swimming and my breathing coming hard and ragged through the gag, and I was drooling badly. Nothing existed for me at that moment except how much the anal toy was punishing me and how badly my cock wanted to rise to its fullest except that the toy prevented it. Punishment!
I don't know how long that lasted. It could have been five minutes, a half an hour or an hour. When Cindy killed the vibrations on both of our devices, we both sagged into the restraints. I saw that Lisa was sweaty and my body too was covered in a sheen of sweat. I then looked around and saw that most of the dominants were relaxed and every single sub in the place looked as haggard as us.
I heard a female voice from behind me call out to Cindy. "Hey, Cin, how are you!?" she cried out.
My head picked up immediately. I knew that voice but I did not know why. "I didn't know that you had any current pets!"
"Oh I've picked up both of these from the hotel bar," Cindy grinned.
"I wonder if I might have a word with you privately?" the woman asked. I was trying to turn my head, but each time I did the clamps yanked on me and Lisa, and both of us mewled in pain so I stopped. But my brain was frantic - why did I know that voice?
Cindy returned a short while later. "You've been requested for something special, Roger," Cindy said softly. "Which is good because I'm going to turn this slut over to someone else for a while and I'm going to go relax with a drink. I think you'll find your next dominant to be a person of interest to you!" she giggled.
I was hooded, which brought an immediate reaction of abject fear. The leg spreader was removed as was the anal toy, and when Cindy unclamped my nipples the rush of blood into the pinched-off flesh brought a brief but intense renewal of pain. My wrists were uncuffed from the leash at my back, and the dominant put her hand on my shoulder. "Follow along. I will walk slowly," she said. I did and followed her lead unsteadily. I did not like the experience even though the walk was very short.
I was brought to a table. "This is a table," the dominant said. "Hop your butt up there, love." I felt it with my hands, and then was able to hop up there as ordered. She guided me into a prone position. I was strapped to the table at my thighs and ankles, wrists and biceps.
The dominant then rolled up the mask just up to my nose; I still had no idea what woman had custody of me. The voice still pinged in my head but I just could not place it despite thinking as hard as I could.
I felt something hard press against my locked organ, and then another high-pitched vibration went off. If the anal plug was bad, this was worse! My locked cock had no place to go and no way to escape her stimulations, and it must have been hand-held because she brought it down over my balls for a while, moving it all over my organs. The deep ache of blue balls was growing worse and my head thrashed about a little.
The machine switched off and I exhaled in a whoosh. I felt her fingers trail lightly up my body, a ticklish sensation but not totally without pleasure. She toyed lightly with my stiff, sore nipples, and then continued to trace her hands up to my cheeks. With tender softness she stroked my cheeks. "I want a kiss," she said softly. "Make it a good one!" she ordered.
I felt a mouth pressed against me, and kissed back hard. Whomever this gal was, she was a talented kisser. She climbed up on the table, and then I heard a long unzip and a sigh of relief. She then slid backwards and I was engulfed in the warm, wet heat of a woman's highly aroused sex. It was automatic, my tongue sliding out and providing the oral worship she craved. She tasted exquisite and was definitely wet. Within moments my face was covered with her delectable juices. She cried out in pleasure and quivered as the orgasm struck, and then she climbed off of me but did not zip up.
Instead, I felt her lift my head to slide something behind my head. A gag of sorts was then placed into my mouth; it protruded into my mouth and was shaped like a cockhead, but on the other side of it was a five or six inch long black dildo. She remounted me, her back to me again, and slowly sank her body onto the toy.
Another dominant came by, and she stopped her. They spoke and the other domme pulled my hood off. I gazed up at the backside of a lovely woman. Her zipper at her crotch was opened and about one third of her inner ass cheeks were exposed to me. I saw her wet, needy pussy and her tight, pink asshole, and then her back and her blond hair. She began rocking back and forth slowly, but her pace picked up rather quickly.
I found it enjoyable to try and time pushing my head up into her, deepening the thrusts. The gal did not last long and soon was crying out that she was coming hard. Her body shook from the physical manifestation of her pleasure. After she was done, she climbed off of the toy. Remaining kneeling, she zipped up her crotch. She hopped off and walked away, at no time turning around to let me know who I had just serviced.
Cindy returned. "Good. We're about ready for the big finale." After releasing me, she leashed me and led me back to Lisa. Lisa was still with the giant. She and the giant's other sub were on their knees, orally servicing the giant and his equally monstrous cock.
"Look at his cock," Cindy said softly. "You think its bigger than mine?"
"Yeah," I admitted.
"Me too. Dammit." She grinned at me. "Having fun?"
"I suppose. Who took me over there?" I wanted to know.
She pressed her index finger against my lips. "That is a secret!" she giggled.
I guess I would have to live with that answer. The giant bellowed, and his cock erupted with giant streams of thick, gooey cum. His seed splattered their faces and tits. The giant's sub had to clean Lisa's face and breasts with her tongue, but before Lisa could repeat her process, Cindy came to retrieve her. I supposed that his regular sub would have to suffer the indignation of having his cum dry all over her body.
The emcee returned. She called everyone to their seats. Cindy stood at the back, holding our leashes. "And for our grand finale, our dear friend Cindy with her two new subs!" she called.
There was a great deal of cheering and applause as we were led to the brightly lit stage. I was horrified at being on stage. Lisa, too, looked appalled.
"For this evening's entertainment," Cindy called out, "I give you Lisa," she said and indicated a full-on blushing Lisa who's naked body still glistened from the remnants of the giant's cum and his sub's saliva, "and Roger!" she said pointing to me. "How about those stockings huh? Very 'ooh la lah!'" Cindy called out to general laughter. Now I was as bright red as Lisa.
"I have a big surprise for these two!" she said. Her voice lowered and adopted a conspiratorial tone. "Although I'm sure you all know what that surprise is!" she laughed. She was a natural with the crowd. I saw that many people were crowding around closely. I saw the black suit of the woman I thought I had serviced, but she was wearing an ornate eye-mask that concealed her identity effectively.
"Since my dear friend Lisa here as already had her share of Lucien's beast..." The crowd roared its approval, and Lucien stood and waved his hands over his head then sat back down, "I think it's only right that Roger show off his talents for you all. Do you agree?"
The roaring crowd voiced hearty approval.
"I need my table!" Cindy called. Two subs had been detailed to bring it up, and they brought a table up onto the stage and put it dead center.
"Lisa, on the table please!" Cindy said. Lisa, still shamefaced, climbed up. She was pushed into a kneeling position, her wrists and ankles loosely tied to the available slots on the table. Her legs were spread pretty widely. I had an inkling of what was to come, or cum. Or both.
She pulled my leash and pointed at the floor. I sank down and then crawled to the appointed position. I was at the foot of the table, and Cindy was leaning her backside against it, loosely holding the leash in her hands.
"For the moment we've all been waiting for..." she said dramatically, and then finally unzipped the long zipper that covered her crotch. That gorgeous shemale cock sprung up to instant full hardness. For me, the entire world narrowed down to that thick cockhead. I licked my lips in anticipation.
I looked up at Cindy. She smiled and put the mike down near my mouth. I prepared myself for this moment. I wanted to put a heavy note of begging into my tone of voice. The night's events and my sore balls and desperate cock made it very easy to find that note. "Please," I said clearly into the mike, "please let me suck you," I said. "Let me start on just the head and then I'll deep throat you all the way down please let me pleasure that gorgeous cock!" My moaning was not faked.
The crowd provided boisterous approval and urged me further. "I've never seen such a gorgeous cock, please let me taste it, let me make you feel so good I'll give you the best blowjob you've ever gotten please it's making me so hard thinking about sucking your big, gorgeous cock!"
"Shall I allow him to do it?" Cindy boomed into the mike. The crowd's immediate roar was the answer. "Then show them how to do it!" she ordered me.
I took my time, starting slowly with only the head, making a show so that people could see my tongue sliding against the shaft. I popped her head into my mouth, swirling the tongue around slowly, and put my hands on Cindy's legs to prop myself up. I bobbed my head slowly, and then gave the crowd a show of going under to lick her full, heavy balls. She moaned into the mike for the crowd. "My god he sucks cock so fucking well!" she told them.
I got a loud cheer when I dragged my tongue along the length, and then grasped the base and patted it against my tongue several times. I serviced just the head again, and bobbed my head even more deeply onto her tool. She groaned into the mike. "Oh god he's talented, such a tongue!" she told the crowd.
This continued for maybe five minutes. I was so hot myself from sucking her off that if my cock had not been caged I would have been stroking wildly, so ready to come myself.
She finally pushed me away. "I'm ready now. But we need to get her prepared too!" Cindy proclaimed. "Any volunteers?" she called.
The giant's little sub was presented. Cindy nodded, and the petite little thing looked hungrily at Lisa as she passed, and stood behind Lisa, bending over at the waist and began to orally service Lisa. Cindy walked around to Lisa. Cindy asked the crowd if they wanted to hear Lisa beg. Of course they got an approval.
"Make them believe you Lisa," Cindy said as she put the mike to Lisa's mouth.
"Oh my god her tongue feels so good on my pussy please lick my clit please lick it, lick it hard make me cum please oh i need to cum again!" she moaned wildly.
"Well that was convincing," Cindy chortled as the crowd approved. Cindy moved back behind the sub. "Hey Lucien, can my boy here lick your girl's asshole while sucking clit?"
Lucien's voice needed to mike to be heard over the crowd. "Hell yes he can, have that little panty-wearing bitch give my gal the tossed salad of her life!" This was met with approval and cheers.
"You have your orders, Roger!" Cindy said. She stood by watching the human chain, of me spreading Lucien's sub's ass cheeks wide and pressing my tongue against her hot, tight little asshole. Lucien's sub was still wildly servicing Lisa, who was panting heavily from the pleasure. Lucien's sub suddenly squealed, and pulled away from Lisa, and cried out as she orgasmed from the anal pleasure.
"Oh an orgasm from the asslicking? You have trained this slut well, Lucien!" Cindy said in an approving tone. She stroked her erection. "But I think it's time we got to my pleasure, what say you friends?!"
After the roar, she got up onto the table. She held the mike. "I'm gonna dump a huge load of cum into this slut's pussy!" Cheers and whistled. "And of course, little Roger here is gonna clean up Lisa's cummy pussy with his tongue!" she yelled.
Lisa came almost immediately when Cindy's large cock penetrated her. I was lying prone under Lisa, gazing up at her wet, needy pussy as it greedily accepted Cindy's erection. Like everything else this week, it was another first and one I was thrilled beyond compare to view. Cindy thrust powerfully into Lisa; only her bonds prevented her from sliding off of the table. Lisa came again, and was dropping her head down onto my legs. I felt her body heaving, inhaling giant gulps of air as her body, wracked with the spasms of multiple orgasms, nearly prevented her from drawing breath at all.
The crowd cheered Cindy on, and finally the giant shemale threw the mike down, grasped Lisa's hips, and thrust forward one rough, final time. I watched as her balls pulsed, shooting a giant load of cum into Lisa's well-abused pussy. I don't think that Lisa was even aware of it. So much cum was dropped inside that it began leaking out and I lapped it up hungrily. Finally, Cindy withdrew her large, wet cock and stood up. The cum ran freely from Lisa's pussy down into my open, eager mouth and l slurped it up, and then once it stopped running out, I lifted my head and slathered my tongue all over Lisa's organ.
Everyone was satiated except me. The party broke up. I spotted the woman in the mask pulling it off, but she was too quickly out the door for me to catch sight of her. Lisa was released and crawled off the table weakly. "I didn't know you were a shemale," she said with an eye of accusation.
Cindy's eyes narrowed. "You enjoyed it, you little slut," she said.
She bowed her head. "I did."
"Take off that collar and drop it on the floor, go get your clothes and go back to your room," Cindy said dismissively. "I have to talk to my friend Roger here," she said. We watched as Lisa retrieved her clothes, put them back on as best as she could, and left the club without looking back.
"I told her," Cindy said quietly to me, "that if she wanted to go inside that she was going to get fucked like she had never been fucked in her life, and used like a whore. She said that she craved it. I guess I forgot to mention the only cock in her pussy was going to be mine!"
"That was some show," I said. "You're something else."
"I know. But you know what?" she asked me.
"What?" I replied.
"There's only one person who has not cum yet tonight," she reminded me. I pointed at myself with a big grin. She nodded. "Let's go up to your room," she suggested. |
Fourth of July Birthday | 71,168 | 4.51 | 53,584 | [
"sally scooted",
"pretty sally",
"rear hatch",
"sally continued",
"sally cunt",
"sally hands",
"sally reached",
"story entertainment",
"towel back",
"sally pulled"
] | **WARNING:**
*The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!*
*This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.*
*This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.*
\* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \*
*This is the fourth in my "(insert holiday name) Birthday" series. The first three are "Valentine Birthday", "Easter Birthday" and "Double Birthday." Readers have asked me to expand the series. This time, a girl's birthday coincides with our country's birthday celebration. Fireworks aren't the only things that get hot!*
\* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \*
"Daddy, they're doing fireworks at Puddle Park."
The park wasn't really called Puddle Park. That was a nickname. At the bottom of three steep hills, the park filled with water after any rainstorm. The local weather forecaster would report how much rain we got by how much of the swing sets were submerged. High and dry above the depression were parking lots for visiting citizens.
"So, Daddy, will you take us? Pleeeeese?"
"Us" was the shortcut for my daughter and her four closest friends. They went everywhere together. On our first outing, I got to know her friend and our neighbor Bree really well. Too well, in retrospect. I had taken her cherry on her eighteenth birthday. It wasn't my idea, really, although I guess I went along willingly. Then there was Marci, who fucked me like a bunny while I wearing an Easter bunny costume. I hadn't seen the girls as a group since then.
"Okay, I'll drive you all to the park for the fireworks display."
And so I drove our van through the extended neighborhood, gathering the budding young women.
"Hello, Mr. Marcus," Bree greeted me warmly.
"Hi, Bree," I responded, uncomfortable at hiding our intimate liaison.
"Hi, Mr. Marcus," said Marci, grinning broader than necessary.
I promised myself that no repeat episodes like those would occur this night.
My daughter and I were well prepared, but the girls brought extra blankets, snacks and whatever else young girls carry in those oversized shoulder bags they use as purses. Although all of the girls were dressed for the warm weather, Sally was dressed the most provocatively. Her shorts were handmade from regular blue jeans, but cut so high the cheeks of her ass stuck out from the backs and the two front pockets hung down from the extremely brief clipping on the front. Her crop-top was at least one size too small, and there was clear evidence she had left her bra at home. I locked up the van and we paraded down the slope towards the bottom.
"Let's set up next to the sandbox," my daughter demanded.
Once she had something in her head, there was no negotiating. The recent rain had turned the sand into semi-permeable concrete. The ground was damp. Fortunately, we had brought a plastic drop cloth to put down, so as not to ruin the blankets. The ground was not only damp but also cold and it took several layers of blankets to made a warm patch. The girls were playfully roughhousing and Sally got pushed off the blanket onto the cold damp turf.
"Eeeeoooo, I'm soaked," she cried.
When she stood up, I saw that her shorts and exposed buttocks were wet and dirty from the ground.
"I need to go back up to the van and change. Mr. Marcus, could I please have the key?"
"Don't let her go alone, Daddy. We'll be okay here. There are still four of us."
I agreed, following Sally up the steep hill. More than once Sally lost her footing on the damp grass, and I had to grab her to prevent her from tumbling down the embankment, taking me with her. I had several opportunities to touch her body, each time making a frantic grab regardless of where my hand landed. Her safety, not my pleasure, was my concern. By the time we got to the parking lot, I had accidentally groped Sally all over. I was not unaffected by these chance opportunities. I unlocked the van and opened the rear hatch, where the girls had stowed still more backpacks and duffel bags. Sally bent forward, giving me an extended look at her dirty, exposed buttocks. She found her duffel and searched for a change of clothing.
"I was sure I packed a pair of jeans, for when it got colder. I guess I must have left them at home. At least I have a towel."
Sally faced me and rubbed the towel back and forth her backside like a hula dancer. The rest of her body swayed with the movement. I kept reminding myself of the Valentine's Day and Easter incidents and my promise to myself to avoid a repeat.
Sally handed me the towel.
"Did I get all of the wet spots, Mr. Marcus?" Sally asked, spinning around and bending over slightly. By dragging the towel back and forth, Sally had displaced the crotch material of her shorts. Even in the dim parking lot lighting, I could see part of her pussy exposed.
"I think I have a wet spot. Could you get it for me?"
I wadded up the towel and passed it quickly over her behind, trying to keep my hands at a distance from her privates.
"You'll never get it that way."
Sally placed the towel flat on my hand and placed it in between her buttocks, manipulating it by moving my wrist.
"Ooh, that's better."
"Sally, I don't think -"
"Mr. Marcus, I'm hot as a fire cracker."
Sally reached back and grabbed the front of my pants.
"Ooh, and so are you. I really want to celebrate tonight with a bang."
Sally pulled the towel free but left my hand between her legs. She didn't have to move my wrist. I was out of control but in control, stroking her partially exposed and partially covered mound.
"Come on," she said, crawling into the back of the van. She released the middle seats and pushed them forward. Then she lay back on the thin carpeting. Her short shorts and panties were off in an instant. Her legs spread, she was waiting. For me. What was I going to do?
"Get in and shut the hatch before anybody sees me," she demanded.
I followed her orders. I was kneeling above her as she undid my belt and zipper. Her hand reached inside my shorts.
"Bree said you were big but I didn't believe her. I should have used a bigger candle."
"So you planned this?" I asked, trying to ignore the effect her tiny hand was having, stroking my erection.
"Yeah, sure. Oh, you don't know! Today is my birthday. I'm eighteen tonight, and I want you to be my first real lover."
"Sally, I'm really flattered, but this isn't right."
"Oh, so it was okay to fuck the shit out of Bree and Marci, but I'm not good enough. What, am I so ugly?"
Sally used both hands to pull up her tank top, leaving it to hang loose around her neck. Her small breasts were capped by medium sized brown patches and small nubbins in the centers.
"No, Sally, you're not ugly at all. You're very pretty."
Sally continued to work my penis with one hand and herself with the other.
"Then come closer and show how me how pretty I am."
Sally did the honors, pulling my pants and underwear down to just above my knees. I leaned forward, balancing my weight on my knees between her legs, Sally directing my erection towards her massaged and willing pussy. I put my stiff arms on each side of her body, so I wouldn't crush her with my weight. The quarters were so cramped, the only place for my feet were up in the air, against the window of the rear hatch. I was pretty well jammed in until Sally pulled me closer, unceremoniously thrusting my dick into her cunt.
"Give me your fire cracker," she moaned, thrusting her hips forward to take more.
Okay, I figured. She wants to feel something in her. I'd be happy to oblige. But, I won't make the same mistake that I made with Bree and Marci. I'll keep things under control, give her a couple of inches and pull out before I cum.
"Uh, uh, uh, no, you've got to go deeper, Mr. Marcus. Fuck me good, fuck me deep."
Sally scooted towards me. In my position, feet against the rear window, on my knees, arms locked and outstretched holding me up, I had nowhere to move. Now I was a couple of inches further into Sally's cunt. She was thrusting her hips even more frantically, and my penis was really enjoying the friction. She must have used a very small candle indeed. Okay, I'm a little deeper than I wanted to be, but that's okay. In for an inch, in for four. Or six. Okay, eight. I can still pull out before I dump my load and Sally will still be happy and well fucked.
"I can't see anything. I really want to see you fucking me."
Neither of us was in a position to turn on the overhead dome light, and that was just as well. Even with privacy glass, I was afraid someone would see in if we turned on the light. Sally reached for her backpack and fumbled around inside it. I couldn't see what she was doing until it was too late. She used a lighter and lit a sparkler.
"Sally, we're right above the gas tank. Put that out. And don't touch it. It's hot."
I couldn't believe I was giving parental instruction to the young lady I was fucking. Sally blew with all of her might but of course the sparkle burned even brighter. She shook it, and that's when it happened. A few burning embers came loose and landed on my back, just above my ass. I was right, it was hot. I had no free hand to flick them off.
"Sally, I'm burning up."
"Oh, Mr. Marcus, I'm hot for you too."
Sally continued to buck her hips with more vigor. All I could think to do was to try and toss the embers off by bucking up and back, hoping the movement would dislodge them. The pain of my burning flesh was completely distracting. I could think of nothing else except getting them off.
"Owwww."
"Ooooh," Sally moaned.
I threw my body forward. They stayed, stuck to my flesh.
"Owwww."
"Ooooh."
Again, putting my weight behind the lunge. No effect.
"Owwww."
"Ooooh."
Once more. The pain was decreasing. Maybe they were burning out.
"Owwww."
"Ooooh."
I looked down. I was buried to the hilt in Sally's cunt, not a fraction of an inch to spare. In my efforts to dislodge the burning embers, I had made a series of serious and deep thrusts into Sally's tight cunt and raised both of our levels of excitement. In response, Sally had scooted even further towards me. My knees were bent even tighter, and I had no room to move back, or even forward for that matter. And, I could feel a tingling that warned me that my juices were forming for the big wet finish, not a good sign if I was to pull out before cumming. Sally was keeping up the rhythm, rocking back and forth on my erection, enjoying the full length.
"Oh, you're so hot. I'm so hot."
One of Sally's hands went down to her clit, and she rubbed it ferociously. The other came down between my legs and fondled my balls. Soon they were pressed against the base of my erection, ready for business.
"No, Sally, no."
"Oh, yes, Mr. Marcus, yes, yes, yes."
With her hips thrashing, Sally's cunt boiled over. I could do nothing but try to extinguish her flames with my love juice. Sally's hand came up with seepage on her fingertips.
"Wow, Bree wasn't lying. You do give a girl a good birthday present, Mr. Marcus."
"You're welcome, I think."
She scooted back, leaning against the folded middle seats, giving me enough room to turn and sit down. Cum leaked from her initiated pussy.
"Say, shouldn't we clean up? Maybe we can still catch some of the fireworks. Not that we haven't already made our own, huh?"
Sally found her jeans that miraculously appeared from her duffel. She didn't bother with panties. I pulled up my pants and zipped up. We opened and climbed out of the side door just as my daughter and her friends were coming towards the van, blankets and such in hand.
"You missed the whole thing, Daddy."
I didn't correct her.
\###
*An Original H M Tale*
*Please write and tell me what holidays you'd like included in the series.*
*Copyright © 2002, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.* |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 11 | 59,019 | 4.56 | 549,207 | [
"masturbation",
"lesbian novella",
"lesbian seduction",
"lesbian masturbation",
"lesbian romance",
"lesbian drama",
"drama"
] | "ChChChChanges....." Tess sang aloud to the David Bowie classic blasting from her car's sound system and, surprisingly? she was on-key and in-tempo and happy as a lark.
Daddy's 'surprise' for her when he returned from The Hunt on the Saturday after Thanksgiving was to hand her the keys to Chris' BMW 5-series sedan.
"You're about to turn twenty, doing well in school. We gave Jo a car when she started her Junior year at college and there's no reason you shouldn't be treated the same, Tess, consider it an early Christmas present," Robert said, then handed her the keys to HER new car.
Tess stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing whether to shit or go blind. Looking to her parents, their arms around each other's waist and smiling at their daughter, well, she began crying, of course she did.
Her mom's BMW was the schitz from the word go, from its on-board navagation system and satellite radio to its heated leather seats. Low mileage, on top of all that, less that forty K and only three years old, barely broken in was Tess' view.
Leaving on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, Tess started the twelve hour drive to campus. Knowing that Jean and her parents were at her aunt's house, fours hours away, for the Holiday, Tess made a call before she left home. Offering Jean a ride back to school was genius, thought Tess. It'd save her mom and dad the extra miles to drive Jean back and give Tess company for the road, safety in numbers and all that, was everyone's thought.
"Tess, are you sure? There's plenty of room for you to stay the night," Jean's aunt said for the second or third time since Tess had arrived to pick up Jean.
"Oh, I know and thank you, but I'd prefer a shorter drive tomorrow than the eight hours we'd have if we stayed the night here," Tess offered as a polite no, thank you, to the aunt's invitation.
"Well, that does make sense," Jean's father opined, nodding his head in agreement with Tess' arguement.
Waving goodbye to Jean's family as they pulled out of the driveway, Tess waited until they were out of sight of the house before speeding up. No sense in sending the wrong message to Jean's family.
"Sweeeet," Jean's gleeful voice pronounced as she took in the luxury of Tess' gift, "Some serious wheels, girlfriend," her final exclamation of approval to Tess.
"Yeah, gotta' love the 'rents for this baby," Tess replied happily.
Their plan was to drive another four or five hours, find a motel (Thank you, daddy)and crash for the night, leaving a short three or four hour drive the next day.
Jean played with the satellite radio for a bit, returning it to the station of Classic Rock that Tess had it on to begin with.
"Want to burn one for the road?" Jean asked, reaching into her purse and retrieving a tightly rolled doobie.
"Whered'ya get that?" Tess asked.
"Cousin Sally," Jean answered, her eyebrows raised in question.
"How 'bout we save it for the motel when I don't have to worry about getting stopped or something," Tess suggested, "And, if we wait to get our buzz until we have a bed to share, it'd be more fun, don't you think?"
"Oooh, yeah, that's a great idea," Jean agreed, delighted at the thought of getting stoned with Tess, then, fucking Tess. Jean liked sex when she was stoned.
"Yeah, let's do that," Jean repeated, "Lord knows I'm ready for some serious sex, been over a week since I've gotten off. Had to share a room with cousin Sally but she's all about the dick, can't get enough of the dick."
"What? No Fuck stories to share?" Tess laughingly commented.
"Nope. Nada. Nothing. How 'bout you?" Jean asked hopefully.
One of the things that Tess and Jean had discovered about each other was that they both got turned on and horny when hearing of a fuck that either of them had experienced. They'd share stories of recent conquests and fuck each other like rabbits afterwards.
"Well, if you really want to know....." Tess said teasingly and without leaving out a thing, Tess told Jean of her Holiday tryst with the lovely Mrs. Brown in graphic detail.
Just telling the story was getting Tess worked up, nevermind that Jean had pulled up her dress to play with herself while hearing it. Reaching with her right hand, Tess joined Jean in the play with her pussy, the aroma of arousal rising as Jean got wetter from their fingers on her snatch.
Spying a roadsign indicating a scenic view ahead, Tess slowed, taking the exit from the interstate and driving to the overlook a half-mile or so from the interstate. As she had suspected, the overlook was void of cars and people, this time of year not condusive to vacationers or people wanting to brave the chilly air for a view.
Tess left the car running for warmth and, leaning over the center console, she took Jean's face between her hands, kissing her with desire, sending her tongue deep into Jean's welcoming mouth. Moving a hand to Jean's mons, Tess slipped a finger underneath Jean's already wet panties, sliding it deep into her house-mate's pussy.
Didn't take Tess long to produce a pleasant orgasm for her passenger, not long at all. Jean hadn't lied when she said it'd been a while since she had sex.
"Oh, Goddamnit, but that was good," Jean said with a heavy breath, her eyes watching as Tess, with eyes closed, sucked Jean's juices from her fucking-fingers, all three of them, one at a time.
"Good. Glad you liked," Tess said as she backed up and returned them to the interstate, "Just remember that you owe me one when we get to the motel baby," smiling at Jean when she said it.
"Can't wait," Jean said somewhat dreamingly, a smile on her face and her eyes closed in pleasure.
Checking into the motel around six that evening, the girls opted to grab a bite in the restaurant across the parking lot from their lodging. The restaurant was busy with travelers, like the girls, everyone going somewhere before the Holdiay weekend would be over. While eating their salads, neither was 'super' hungry, they played a game of 'Would you?', a made-up game that they played often at school when among the general population of school. Simple game, really, picking a chick and wondering if one or the other would take said chick to bed for hot sex.
More Nos than Yeahs that night because most of the women were either too old or frumpy or too young and illegal. Still, legal issues aside, they had both agreed on a couple of the younger females who had, unknowingly, become game pieces in their fantasy game.
One especially caught their eye, both admitting that, legalities not being in the way, they would have eagerly taken the honey-blond to bed for fun and games.
"That last one," Jean said as they walked across the lot back to their room's warmth on that blustery night, "I'd do her in a heartbeat."
"Mmmm, gets me all hot and bothered thinking about that possibility," Tess admitted, memories of Miriam's daughter, Hope, flooding her mind.
Winning the coin flip for the shower, Jean did so first, emerging from the steamed-up bath of their room in just her panties, her gorgeous breasts naked and still somewhat slick from the steam vapor of the shower.
"Damn, I love your tits," Tess remarked matter-of-factly, giving one a quick pinch as she prepared for her own shower.
"Yeah, I know you do," Jean answered with a leery grin, "and my girls love the way you play with 'em," giving Tess a quick kiss.
"Don't you dare fire up that doob before I get out, hear?" Tess said as she closed the door of the bathroom behind her.
"I won't; I'm going to boot-up my laptop and find some porn to watch, to get ready for later," Jean said unashamedly.
That was another thing Jean and Tess shared; a love of porn, be it straight, lesbian, bisexual, whatever, it didn't matter. They both liked watching porn from time to time, liked how watching it made them lustful and horny.
Emerging from the shower in just her panties as Jean had, Tess joined Jean on the king-bed of their motel room where Jean had already set up her laptop on a chair, near the bed, the large screen of the laptop able to be seen as they lounged in their bed.
Firing up the long-awaited doobie, Jean passed it to Tess as her fingers moved about the keyboard, picking, clicking on video clips of steamy sex to watch as they got blissfully stoned and hornier than they were already.
"Oooh, that one, let's watch that one," Tess said, her slow pronunciation of the words a clear indication of having reached the ozone of stone. Tess was a light-weight with weed, unlike her step-sis, Jo, who had a higher tolerance for the herbal magic of ganja. Not now, of course, Jo hadn't smoked weed since her senior year in college because of the UAs that the ROTC had implemented and, of course, the Regular Army, now.
"Okey-Dokey," Jean replied, equally as stoned as Tess, clicking on the video clip that promised to show a threesome between two teenaged gals and a MILF that, in a lot of ways, reminded Tess of Mrs. Brown, Miriam.
Settling in on the bed to watch the clip, Jean turned onto her side, towards the laptop, the doobie allowed to die in the ashtray on the nightstand, laying her head on her arm. Tess turned onto her side as well, forming her body to snuggle against Jean's, her pussy pressed up against Jean's lovely young ass, her hard-nippled breasts hard against Jean's back. Had Tess' pussy been a cock, it would have been positioned to slip into either Jean's pussy or asshole.
Supporting her head with a hand and her elbow on the pillows so that she could see the screen, Tess' eyes slowly glazed over as the fuck-scene played out before them. Reaching to one of Jean's tits, Tess absent-mindly fondled it, placing small, soft butterfly kisses to Jean's ear, neck or shoulder as they both got hot and horny from watching the video, and, from Tess' play with Jean.
Near the end of the video, Jean moved her hand behind her and slipped it into Tess' damp panties for some pussy-play with her house-mate.
The video ended, both of the girls very turned on and hornier, now. They prolonged their play with each other, Jean having turned her head so that they could kiss each other while fondling each other.
"Want to have some kinky fun?" Jean asked, pulling her lips from Tess', a small string of saliva still connecting them.
"Always up for a little kink, girl, you know that," Tess replied just before bending down to take Jean's hard nipple into her mouth.
"Watch," was all that Jean said as she leaned on her elbow, her fingers flying across her keyboard, and her screen now showing that a Skype call had been placed, the light of the laptop's built-in camera glowing brightly, indicating that it was now 'on'.
"Hey there, baby," Tess heard a soft voice saying as the audio of the call connected before the video, "was wondering where you've been."
"Heading back to school with my friend," Jean replied as the video picture finally filled the large screen of her laptop, the image that of a younger girl, surely no older than seventeen, Tess saw, but stunningly good-looking she also deemed in those first few seconds.
"Yeah, I can see that," the girl, Zoe, said as her eyes lustfully looked at her own computer screen, eyeing the image of the half-naked Jean and Tess laying in bed, Tess' mouth still on Jean's tit, her eyes raised to the screen, watching Zoe's reaction.
"Zoe, this is Tess; Tess, Zoe," Jean said in introduction, "Zoe and I discovered each other on Craigslist and started Skyping each other a few months ago," Jean continued in explanation for Tess' benefit.
"Hi, Zoe," Tess said, taking her mouth from Jean's tit to do so but leaving her hand cupping and fondling it.
"Oh no, don't stop, Tess, that's hot," Zoe replied as she slipped her tee shirt off in front of the camera so that she could fondle and play with herself as she watched her screen.
"Nice jugs," Tess said in compliment of the girl's breasts, now naked with one of Zoe's own hands squeezing and rubbing on one while her other hand had disappeared out of sight, no doubt inside of her panties, now.
"Thanks. Wish Bobbie was here to watch with me," Zoe remarked as she watched Tess return her mouth to Jean's breast, Tess' tongue teasingly flicking around Jean's hard nipple.
"Bobbie is her fuck-buddy," Jean said, explaining it for Tess' benefit, "I've watched them get down and dirty a few times, and I've let them watch me, as well, a few times."
"Well, let the games begin," Tess said as she rolled Jean onto her back, her mouth and hands flying to play with both of Jean's girls, Tess incredibly turned on from the knowledge that Zoe, or anyone, was watching her and Jean.
Turning the laptop until she had it positioned so that Zoe could see their bodies from the tits to the crotch, Jean surrended herself to Tess' excellent oral skills, closing her eyes now, her hands slowly rubbing up and down Tess' back and under Tess' panties to squeeze Tess' ass as their hips moved against each other in desire and lust.
Tess performed for the camera, her mouth and tongue sucking and licking Jean's body until her mouth was biting at Jean's snatch, through her panties. Pulling Jean's panties from her body in one swift, practiced motion, Tess looked to the screen of the laptop as her mouth dropped onto Jean's very wet pussy, her eyes taking in Zoe as she played with her own boobs, the hidden hand moving with some urgency out of sight of her computer's own camera.
Tess took her time in her cunnilingus act on Jean, teasing her unmercifully by bringing her to the brink of orgasm many times, but withholding it as she could successfully do with her conquests. All the while, of course, Jean was crazy with need and desire finally, after twenty minutes or so of being denied, she loudly cried, begged for Tess to let her get off.
Jean's cries of orgasmic released were joined by the similar sounds of climax from Zoe's voice from Jean's computer, the image showing Zoe's hand moving at light-speed somewhere in her nether regions, out of sight, unseen.
"Wow, fuck! That was hot," Zoe finally said as her eyes watched as Tess and Jean switched places, Jean pulling Tess' panties from her body as they did so.
"Hang on, watch this," Jean said, her smile unseen by the camera as she lowered her mouth to Tess' needful pussy, her hands above her hand squeezing and fondling Tess' breasts as she lovingly returned the oral favor to Tess' pussy.
Keeping her eyes on Jean's screen, Tess saw Zoe push her chair back a bit, allowing her to put both of her feet onto her desk, pulling off her own panties, exposing her pussy to the camera's eye as her hand returned to play with it, the camera now showing it as she did.
Watching the girl masturbate, feeling Jean's mouth and tongue work their magic on her snatch, Tess was incredibly turned-on, incredibly hot and horny. Not knowing, or caring, which was turning her on more, watching Zoe jack off or receiving Jean's excellent eating of her cunt, Tess just went with her libido, not caring what the reasons were.
When Tess finally allowed herself release, she moaned and groaned her orgasm loudly, her hands pulling Jean's head hard against her pussy as it rubbed up and down with want and desire. Zoe was starting her moans of climax as well, two fingers of a hand now fucking her pussy in a blur of action, her release evident, her chair shaking a bit as she let her climax roll over her body.
"Wow, that was excellent," Zoe finally said to the two gals as Tess lovingly rubbed her hand through Jean's hair as Jean, lovingly, nibbled on Tess' wet pussy in after-play.
"See you later?" Jean finally said, she and Zoe exchanging air-kisses to the camera, and thus, the screens.
"Oh, yeah, anytime," Zoe said with a smile, both logging off at the same time.
"That was fucking hot!" Tess exclaimed as she helped Jean from between her legs and onto her back to lay next to her sex-sweaty body in the bed.
"Oh, yeah," Jean agreed, "you should see her and Bobbie get it on."
"How old is she?," Tess asked, not really caring, truthfully.
"Don't know. Don't want to know. Just a face and body on the screen," Jean replied, her tiredness from the sex and doobie, showing in her voice.
"Yeah, I get that," Tess agreed, laying down and turning to drape an arm across Jean's body, pulling it closer so that she could snuggle her pussy against Jean's hip which became quickly wet from Tess' juices that still flowed a bit.
"Sweet dreams, baby," Tess said to Jean as the sleep came rushing to capture her in its arms, Tess and Jean quickly falling asleep, all right in their world, now.......
Christmas came and went, Tess driving home for the Holidays. She started her Junior year at college the day after her twentieth birthday and choosing to load herself with class-hours for the Spring semester, the hope of early graduation the point of that, Tess barely had time to breathe, much less chase pussy.
There was the occasional romp with Soo, her Asian lover, when their incredibly busy school schedules allowed. Her trysts with Willie and/or Bea had all but stopped as they, the both of them, had their attention turned to a younger coed in one of Bea's classes. That was fine with Tess, not that she didn't like 'doing' the profs, but, been there, done that, was her thought on the matter. She continued to be their student assistant but, now, it was really about the position and less about being sexually available because of the position.
Taking a page from Jean's playbook when the physical need for orgasm announced itself, Tess had begun perusing Craigslist for their city, browsing the W4W ads of the site, occasionally checking the WW4W ads as well. Between that and online porn, Tess would masturbate herself for relief when the need arose.
She liked reading the ad-copies, loved most of the 'come-ons' of the wording, especially when a pic was attached to the ad. She was also incredibly appalled at the lack of grammer and spelling in most of the ads, skipping those, her thought being if they can't spell or use English, she'd probably wouldn't be able to get past that to get turned on. It wasn't just about the pussy anymore, Tess realized as she got older, if she couldn't talk with 'em, she didn't fuck 'em.
Several ads insisted on either voice and/or video verification when answering ads. Smart, thought Tess, weed out the guys and those with less-then-described-looks, of the responders and all that.
One evening as she was entertaining herself in that way, a particular ad caught her attention.
"Married. In the closet. Want to play?"
Clicking on the ad, she read it in detail, her eyes lingering for a long time on the attached pic which showed a woman's body clad in revealing lingerie, the face in the shadows, the pose, incredibly sexy thought Tess.
Answering the ad with one of the pics she kept on her computer of herself, showing face and tits, Tess clicked 'send', turned off her laptop and masturbated herself with fantasies flowing in her mind.
Checking her email before class the next day, there was a reply from the CL-poster in her inbox.
"Tonight.8 pm. Voice/video verify-your choice."
Replying, Tess sent her Skype account user-name to the mystery poster, logged off, and dove into her classes for the day.
Thus it was how it came about on this warm, Spring evening, her last final of the semester behind her, that Tess was driving to finally have a physical meeting with her online lover, Madge.
After having connected that first night, Madge and Tess had shared many hours of mutual masturbation, watching each other on Skype as they did so. Over the next several weeks, they indulged in video chatting, both loving how one or the other would tease with various stages of undress or nudity, fondling themselves for the camera, graphic images of self and mutual masturbation. Their 'talk' became more lewd and pornographic, both detailing how they would make love to each other, the things they wanted done or wanted to do.
Tess thought Madge to be thirty-five'ish, sorta' soccer-mom'ish in appearance. In fact, Tess thought she could probably pass as a 'double' for Kate of the 'Kate plus Eight' reality series in both face and body, not a bad look at all, thought Tess.
As their online 'affair' continued, it was revealed that Madge was, indeed, married to a guy so conservative that he made Dick Cheney seem like a liberal. Madge, it turned out, had always harbored closeted desires about gal/gal sex ever since the first, and only, time with another female at the age of sixteen in High School. Never acted on those urges, not even before marrying Mr. Stick-in-the-mud-but-has-money ten years or so, ago. She had been doing the Craigslist thing for a little over a year or so as an outlet for all those feelings that were screaming to leave the closet, satisfying the sexual needs that fucking her husband didn't do. He was terrible in bed she had alluded to so many times that Tess wondered why women stayed in those situations but tried hard not to judge, not walking a mile in their shoes and all that.
For Madge, her thing with Tess proved to be so tempting for her, making her so desirous of feeling another woman's real touch, that it was she who broached the idea of a clandestine meeting, in person, for real, when her spouse was away on one of his frequent business trips. She had been tempted before to cheat, had Madge, from her online activity but this one, this coed named Tess, excited her more and more with each online encounter.
For Tess, the illicitness of the whole thing with Madge got her adrenalin pumping, liking the 'danger' involved in fucking around with a married woman and, if she were being truthful, she had a desire, as well, for some 'new' pussy; it'd been quite a while since Tess had played with and tasted 'strange'.
"Tess, over here," She heard when she entered the coffee shop, stopping at the hostess station to scan the half-filled eatery. Spotting Madge a few booths down, on her left, Tess quickly noted that Madge, like Tess, had taken advantage of the warmer weather to dress with a low-cut top, both women showcasing the swell of their breasts with ample cleavage to ogle.
"You're even more attractive, in person," Madge said as Tess sat across from her in the booth, her eyes quickly scanning, delightfully so, the fifteen-year younger body of Tess, her bra-less breasts grabbing her attention immediately.
"Back at'cha," Tess replied to the compliment, her own eyes enjoying the older woman's build and beauty, sending a quick flash of warmth to her crotch.
"Hungry?" Madge asked, politely.
"Not for anything on the menu," Tess answered, no double-entendre in her tone, no mistaking the desire for her booth partner.
"Certainly don't beat around the bush do you? no pun intended," Madge remarked in reply, her own crotch feeling a flush of warmth.
"No, I don't," Tess admitted, "especially when I am so turned on by someone like I am right now."
Pausing a brief second or two, Madge replied, "Hotel?"
"That works. Ride with me? Bring you back for your car, later?" Tess answered.
"Sounds like a plan," Madge answered, her eyes locked with Tess' as she tossed a five-dollar bill onto the table for her coffee and tip.
They ambled out of the coffee shop together, turning towards the parking lot, silent as they walked side by side. Taking Madge by her hand, Tess turned them towards her row where she was parked. Opening the passenger door for Madge, Tess stood to the side so that her married, soon-to-be-lover, could slide into the passenger seat.
Tess had just sat behind the wheel, closing her door when Madge, leaning over the console, turned Tess' face towards her own with fingers on her chin, kissing her. Turning towards Madge with her body, Tess' tongue explored Madge's mouth, slowly, as Madge made small cooing and sucking sounds around Tess' excellent tonguing. Sliding her hand under Madge's low-cut blouse, Tess found the breasts that she was seeking to fondle, loving how heavy they felt to her hand now under Madge's skimpy push-up bra, loving how Madge's large nipples became rock hard with excitement at her touch.
Starting her car, Tess took Madge's hand in hers and with Madge turned in her seat so that she could face towards Tess, Tess placed Madge's hand on her braless breast, under her top, for Madge to fondle her as she drove them to a hotel.
"Play with me, baby.....yeah, like that," Tess cooed as she turned onto the busy street and into traffic.
Tess picked an upscale hotel near the University, checking in under her own name, not her married lover's name, paying with the money that Madge had forced into her hand before Tess got out of the car to register.
"No. I'm paying. No arguement. Got it?" Madge had said, her tone leaving no room for confusion as to her intent.
Parking her car near their entrance and far from the busy boulevard where prying eyes might see her vehicle, the two women made the short walk through the entrance and to their home for the next few hours.
After locking the door behind them, Tess turned, smiling at Madge sitting, now, on the edge of the bed, Madge's eyes ablaze with excitement, her tongue licking across her lips in anticipation, a slight gasp escaping from her lips when Tess pulled her top off and over her head, Tess' breasts bouncing slightly as they became free of clothing.
Tess slipped her jeans from her hips, stepping towards the visibly excited Madge. With both hands, Tess pulled Madge's top from her, her fingers quickly undoing and removing the expensive, lacy bra, freeing Madge's breasts as well. Gently pulling Madge to her feet afterwards, Tess undid Madge's skirt and dropped it to the floor for Madge to step out of, bending down to one knee afterwards and placing her mouth over Madge's damp panties to nuzzle and mouth. Tess loved the warmth her mouth felt, loved the flowery scent wafting from Madge's cunt.
There was no hesitation, no second thoughts from Madge as she allowed Tess to lay her down onto the bed, on her back, her arms wrapping around Tess' torso as they locked their lips together in a passionate kiss. Madge moved her legs apart so that Tess' leg and knee could slip between them, Madge's hips moving in a slow grind, rubbing her ever-so-needful pussy against Tess' leg and knee.
They didn't rush the foreplay between them, both women loving the feel of the other to their hands, fingers, and tongues as they explored each other lustfully, wantonly, neither wishing to rush the moment. Each woman removed the panties from the other, both finding their partner's slit with their probing fingertips after resuming their kissing of each other, a slight gasp escaping from Madge when Tess' finger began rubbing circles on her clitoris.
Taking her time, almost as if she was tortuing Madge, Tess made love to Madge's tits, biting, licking, sucking on her lover's nipples, Madge's legs and hips squirming under Tess' body in need, her coos and moans clearly showing desire and pent up need for physical release.
And when Madge thought that she could stand no more teasing, when she thought she would burst from the foreplay with this coed, she felt Tess' expert mouth and tongue descend onto her very wet pussy, the feeling bringing an elongated loud moan of joy at the feel of the twenty-year old's mouth and tongue on her sex.
Her first climax happened within seconds of Tess' mouth on her pussy, the speed surprising them both as she humped her pussy against Tess' cunnilingus of her snatch, her hands gripping Tess' head tightly as her hips moved quickly back and forth on Tess' tongue.
"Aaaah, Mother of God.....Sweet, fucking Jesus," Madge cried into their room, loudly, filling the room with its plaintive cry of orgasmic release.
The first one over with now, Tess made long, delicious oral love to the married woman in their bed, her own need and desire for climax building within her. Tess allowed Madge a few more climaxes, each, seemingly, better and more intense than the previous, each bringing forth cries of joy. And when Tess felt Madge urging her from between her legs, pulling Tess, almost frantically, up from between her legs, she allowed it to happen, a trail of wetness from her chest to her own pubes as she slid her body across the slickness of Madge's pussy lips.
Straddling Madge's head between her knees on the bed, she loved the feel of Madge's fingers digging into her firm ass-cheeks, pulling her pussy towards the awaiting mouth that was practically begging for a taste of Tess.
Tess gave Madge all she wanted of her pussy, riding the woman's mouth and tongue to several needed explosions of orgasm, each shaking Tess more than the one before, the sounds from Madge's excited eating of Tess loud in the hotel room.
There was little rest for them, neither tiring of the feel and taste of the other and in their last sex-play of the night, they slowly enjoyed each other in a delightful sixty-nine, a position that Tess truly loved, each climaxing multiple times as they ate each other's pussies with abandon.
It was near midnight when the two lovers left the rented room of the hotel to return to Tess' car, both looking as if they had just fucked each other's brains out and neither caring how they looked at the moment.
They stayed silent on the short, five minute drive to retrieve Madge's car back at the coffee shop, their hands holding on to the other's, small, soft caresses of fingers to each other's hand in their own.
"You do know that I want to see you again, I hope," Madge said to Tess, finally breaking the silence of the car, "This can't be just a one-time thing with us, I hope you know that."
"I do," Tess said in reply, turning in the seat to face Madge, stroking her fingers lightly down the side of the married woman's face.
"You do want to see me again, don't you?" Madge asked, fishing in hopes that Tess felt the same way.
"As often as our schedules allow, as often as you can get away from your husband," Tess said further, making Madge's heart swell with gladness that this twenty-year old found her worthy, found her desirable.
"Thank you. Thank you for this night. Thank you for reminding me what sexual pleasure is all about," Madge said softly, her own fingers now tracing along Tess' cheekbones, trailing across Tess' lips, Madge's juices visible around their edges.
"You know how to reach me," Tess said finally, kissing Madge goodnight sweetly, soft lips upon soft lips.
Waiting to ensure that Madge had no car trouble, Tess waved her fingers back at Madge as her married consort drove away, Madge's smile beaming in the dark night.
Driving back to her house, Tess smiled to herself, the smell of Madge's pussy still fresh to her nostrils as it wafted from Tess' lips, the adrenalin still pumping through her body from the wrongness of it all, this tryst with a married woman in a rented hotel room, her soul at peace with the rightness of it all, at the same time... |
Matt & Lisa at School Ch. 06a | 53,746 | 4.68 | 308,282 | [
"sluts",
"big sister",
"little brother"
] | *(If you haven't already, please read **Matt and Lisa at School – Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5**. This will make much more sense if you do. There is also more detailed family background in **A Family New Year's Eve** series and **A Surprise Visit.**)*
**Parents Weekend – Friday**
The Bell Captain decided he didn't really want to know what was going on with the three students he was showing around the Presidential Suite. They were all extremely polite as he pointed out the different features in the three bedrooms and the large living/dining room area. But he still felt a little uneasy. Maybe it was the way they were dressed – the tall, good looking boy was in jeans, a black T-shirt and sandals and the girls were in matching denim miniskirts and black halter tops. Perhaps it was that the only luggage they brought were the backpacks they casually slung onto the dining table as they walked by. Probably it was the $200 that his friend Anthony from Room Service had slipped him that morning with the promise of the same at the end of their *untroubled* stay.
Whatever. They seemed nice enough and, if nothing else, the two young ladies were the best eye candy he'd seen up close in a very long time. And they didn't seem to be all that modest, either. When the Asian girl bent over to look at the bar, well that was some tasty looking ass staring him in the face. His old cock hadn't reacted to anything in a long time but it did today!
He realized the boy was talking and extending his hand towards him. His old eyes lit up again as he saw the $50 bill. "Thank you very much, sir. Please call Bell Service for any thing you might require…anytime, day or night." By the time he got to the door, held open by the smiling Chinese girl, the boy was digging into his backpack and the white girl was on the phone with Room Service. He closed the door softly on his way out.
Matt was feeling great! He had been anticipating this family reunion for weeks – it had been way too long since they had all been together and he knew, both from long talks with his dad and discussions with Uncle David, that he needed to exert his *special influence* on at least a semi-regular basis to stay effective. And he missed his mom, Laurie, a lot.
He found the baggie he'd been rooting around for and tossed it to his beautiful twenty year-old sister. "Start rolling, gorgeous…it's the weekend – let's get high!" Lisa giggled and unfurled the bag. "And you, *Mai Ling,* get your little ass over here, now." His sister's giggling stopped as soon as she heard the change in his voice. Margie heard it as well and she was beside her *Master* in the blink of an eye.
Matt had been observing his fiancé and thought he'd noticed an increased interest in punishment and pain. (Not that he had caused her any real pain…just little bites and pinches that were harder than his sister could ever tolerate pleasurably.) He thought if it was true, he should probably talk to his mother about it. But in the meantime, dropping immediately into his *alpha*-voice, he said, "Bend over, *slut*. Grab your ankles."
Margie gasped as her head dropped down between her legs and her fingers found her slim, sexy ankles. She felt his long fingers on the perfect curves of her ass, naked but for the string of her thong between her firm cheeks. Then
WHACK!!!!
"Unnnggghhh….mmmmmfffffffff…" Margie bit her lip to keep from screaming when his hand landed flat against her smooth cheek. The slap was so sudden, it surprised more than hurt her…until her smooth golden skin started to burn. Her knees were shaking and when he moved his hand and his finger found her wet slit, her embarrassment excited her even more.
"Who owns this ass, *slut*?" Matt's voice stayed the same as he rubbed his fingers lightly over the reddening flesh.
Her voice barely a whisper, she answered, "You do, *Master.*"
WHACK!!!!
"Oh, God, Matty…uuuuunggghhhhh…" It was hard to breath as she felt the burn spread in her other cheek.
"I don't remember telling you to show it to that nice old man, do you?"
Margie hesitated for just a second before she felt his hand lift up high in the air. "No, *Master*," she managed to blurt out.
Matt grinned above her. He wasn't going to hit her again anyway, but he could certainly sense her growing excitement. His fingers moved gently over her ass as they searched for her wet slit. When he found it, he sank two long fingers into the hot, wet velvet of her tight cunt. He churned them around her wet walls and then slowly withdrew them. Margie moaned, suddenly feeling empty.
"Oh Oh OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The breath rushed out of her mouth as Matt's fingers found her little dark-pink puckered hole and immediately slid into her, just past her tight, clenching asshole. As soon as her sphincter relaxed, he pulled them out.
"Stand up, *slut*," he said with the same flat, compelling voice. His fingertips found her mouth and she cleaned them with her tongue, her cunt juice leaking down her inner thigh. He took her chin and looked deeply into her beautiful almond-shaped eyes…*God, he loved this girl*!..."Don't do that without being told, darling." He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply and lovingly. When Margie responded by lifting her shapely, athletic leg to his hip, Matt broke their soul-kiss and backed away.
"That joint finished, sis?" Lisa slid one of the joints she rolled over the smooth tabletop to her brother. Matt smiled at her and moved over to one of the couches. He lit the tip of the powerful smoke and then passed it to Margie, who was now kneeling before him on the thick, soft carpeting. When she finished taking a hit, she gave it to Lisa who had moved next to her on the floor. The twenty year-old college senior took her own deep hit as she looked wide-eyed back and forth between her brother and their lover. A smile lit her *Cover Girl* face as she leaned forward to give the joint back to her little brother. Instead of sitting back down, though, Lisa's hands found the button at the waist of his jeans and the zipper just below that.
Margie gasped at her roommate's bold action. She could feel her nipples rubbing against the halter, getting harder and longer. Matt just smiled and groaned a little when his sister pulled his soft, thick cock out of his pants. He took another hit of the joint and put it out in the ashtray on the end table. He held the smoke in as he felt the unmistakable sensation between his spread legs. His sexy older sister was trying to stuff as much of his soft cock in her mouth as she could. Matt pulled Margie up to the couch and he kissed his fiancé, exhaling the smoke gently into her open mouth.
Lisa was totally creaming her little thong panties. Of every sensual, sexual experience she had ever had with her younger brother, she had always loved taking all of him in her mouth. She thought back to one of the first times…on vacation at Disney World…the memory was making her heart beat faster and her cunt walls very moist. Now she had him in position to try something new, something she'd read about on the 'net. As she stuffed more of his soft thickness into her hungry mouth, she started to swallow, letting her throat muscles draw him deeper. She was truly eating her brother's cock, and the realization was making her cunt cream and her nipples elongate, pushing out through the soft halter top covering her.
"Fuck me, sis!" Matt groaned as he felt himself being pulled into Lisa's tight throat. "Jesus *fucking* Christ!" he tried to stifle his scream as her throat muscles continued to pull and massage his lengthy shaft. "When the fuck did you learn that one, babycakes?" As much as he was enjoying his sister's new-found talent, the young man was determined to save himself for later…momma was gonna be there soon…and he slowly and carefully pulled his stiffening cock back out of her mouth.
"Lisa, that was…I don't know…I can't really describe it. All I know is that you need to teach that to Margie right away." Matt was still reeling from the exquisite sensations he'd felt in his sister's mouth and throat. "Fuck, ladies…" he kissed his sister and then his fiancée, "I can get a $1000 for a blowjob like that…" The girls were giggling at his great enthusiasm and playing with his throbbing cock when they all heard a knock at the door.
"Room service."
Lisa's eyes widened as she recognized her friend Anthony's voice from outside the room. She looked at her brother with a big grin. "Matty, may I…" she stopped and glanced at her Chinese double, "may we…entertain my friend, Anthony? He's the one…"
Matt cut her off with a smile in his voice. "Of course, baby. Didn't I tell you Uncle David mentioned him when he and Dad called?" By the time Matt finished speaking, Lisa was at the door and Margie had tucked his cock back into his jeans and zipped him up.
The tall, well-built but balding African-American man rolled a cart holding a wine bucket and several glasses into the large suite. His smile was warm and friendly as greeted his favorite guest. "Miss Lisa, it is so good to see you again. You are more beautiful than I remembered, honey." He opened his arms and the hottest coed he's ever known stepped right into them, pressing her firm twenty year-old 34B tits right into his stomach. She put her hand on his neck and brought his mouth down to hers.
"I missed you too, lover." She breathed it more than said it before their lips met and their tongues touched. Before she became completely lost in his hungry, *very* experienced kiss, Lisa pulled back and then turned him towards the couch. "Anthony, I want you to meet my brother, Matt, and his fiancée, Margie."
Matt and Margie stood to greet the Room Service guy they had heard so much about. Anthony walked over, his hand extended towards the young man. "Hello, Matt. I'm pleased to meet you. Your Uncle David has told me so much about you, I feel I know you already." Matt smiled warmly back at the middle-aged black man as they shook hands. When he looked closely at Margie, his eyes opened wide and he turned quickly back to Lisa and then back to Margie again. "Miss Margie, congratulations and I am so very pleased to meet you as well," he said with a big grin. "If I may, sir," he addressed Matt rather formally, "your sister and your fiancée are both so pretty…but is it me or…they sure do look a lot alike, don't they?" He was a little flustered as he spoke. "I mean, of course Miss Margie is Asian, but…do you see it, too?"
Matt liked him immediately and it showed as he grinned back at the older man. "Oh yeah, Anthony, I see it…not just in their faces," he gestured Margie to stand next to his sister, "but they look alike…all over."
Lisa and Margie knew exactly what their *Master* wanted and together, they lifted their hands to their necks and untied their halters. Anthony groaned an "Oh Fuck!" as the soft material fell to the floor and he looked at two identical sets of *Perfect 10* breasts. "Yes sir, Matt…I see what you mean." The words came haltingly from the older man. Matt looked down and smiled at the tent that was starting to protrude from Anthony's trousers.
Lisa caught the wink her brother gave her and she nudged her lover. Again, in synch with each other, both sexy coeds unzipped their skirts and let them fall to the floor. Now they stood before the young white boy and the older black man in just their tiny thong panties.
Anthony's eyes flicked back and forth between the two incredibly beautiful and insanely hot young girls and the good-looking young man beside him. "*Sister..brother... fiancée?"* he thought to himself, "*what the fuck is going on?"*
"See? Don't they look even more alike now, Anthony?" Matt was enjoying the man's reaction, obviously concerned about the whole sister/brother thing. He moved across to stand between the two girls. With an arm around each of their shoulders, Matt cradled Margie's left breast with his left hand and he held his sister's right tit the same way with his right hand. He kneaded their firm flesh and his long fingers pulled on their swelling nipples. "Even I can't tell them apart in the dark if I don't touch their hair." The girls giggled, Matt kissed his sister and slapped her ass. "Don't embarrass me, hon. Go say hello to your friend properly."
Lisa, dressed only on a tiny white thong, moved gracefully into the older man's embrace. His arms lifted her off the floor as they kissed in greeting – Matt and Margie smiled as Anthony's hands held Lisa tightly against him. When her hand found his erect cock, she started to stroke him as they continued to renew their acquaintance with their lips and tongues. After another long kiss, Lisa let herself down and softly pushed Anthony down on the couch. Standing between his legs. She leaned over and unzipped his pants, taking his thick, black cock out of his boxers. "I missed this big black snake, Anthony," she hissed at him as her tongue started licking up and down the length of his black shaft. Lisa motioned Margie over to join her. Before he knew what was happening, Anthony felt a second tongue and a second set of delicate fingers on his big, wrinkled sac and his long, thick dark-skinned cock.
When he looked down and saw Margie's long, lustrous black hair, his eyes opened wide in surprise and concern. "No, Miss…I'm sorry, Matt…I…your fiancée…"
Matt moved quickly to put the charming older man at ease. "No…no, Anthony," he said, using the full effect of his persuasive voice, "it's all good…relax." He put his hand softly on Anthony's shoulder and he seemed to calm down immediately. "My sister has told Margie all about you, Anthony…Margie has wanted to do this for a long time… enjoy it."
The room service waiter relaxed, his large, dark hand resting lightly on Margie's soft shoulder. Lisa backed off and moved next to her brother. They both spoke softly, describing the erotic contrast of Margie's golden skin and the super dark flesh of Anthony's hard, thick cock. Their conversation didn't last long as Margie's oral technique got the better of the older man. Within minutes, the combination of her lips, tongue, throat muscles and fingers brought a rush of semen up his long cock and into her hungry young mouth. He groaned as she swallowed, his cock still lodged in her throat – he had never felt anything like that before.
When the sexy coed got up off her knees, she helped Anthony off the couch, bringing his long fingers to her golden breast. "You are a beautiful young woman, Miss. I feel honored…truly…" he turned towards Matt, "much like I did when I first met your sister."
When his clothes were all fastened and he opened the champagne ("Complimentary… from the manager. Your uncle sends us a great deal of business.") and kissed the girls goodbye, Matt saw the waiter to the door. "Anthony," Matt said with a big grin, "it has been a true pleasure, sir. You are everything my sister and my uncle said you are." With that, Matt put a $100 bill into the waiters hand – and was quite surprised by his reaction.
"Please…no, sir…Matt…I cannot…please. Your unc…"
"Uncle David," Matt cut him off with a grin and he took the bill back reluctantly. "I should have known. Okay, then…for the weekend…who *should* I tip?"
"Absolutely no one – I insist, Matt. And please," his voiced dropped, "if *anyone* has their hand out…I want to know. Don't need them on my special list if they don't listen."
Matt was chuckling, softly of course, but he told Anthony he would let him know. As the waiter was just about to shut the door behind himself, he stuck his head around and whispered, "Matt…here…just a minute. I almost forgot." He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small cellophane bag. He passed it to Matt and whispered again, "Don't finish it, give your uncle a taste. My boy, he works for a contractor…Afghanistan…company in your home town, son. David got him the job…sends me this sometimes in a messenger pouch." Then the door was closed and he was gone.
Matt locked the door and turned back into the room – he, Lisa and Margie all started to laugh at once. He tossed the package to Lisa and told her to open it. He moved over to the cart and poured three glasses of wine. As he handed one to his sister, she looked up at him with a sweet smile. "Looks like pure Afghani hash to me, bro? Wanna open it and give it a sniff?" She tossed it back.
Matt smiled and shook his head. "Not now…you know Dad will love this – let's wait, okay?" He looked at his sister and his fiancée and delighted in their similarities. Apart from the obvious racial differences, they were almost identical I every other way. When they were together, naked, Matt found the contrast of Lisa's three pale triangles (where her tiny tanning bikini covers her) to Margie's *all over* golden glow to be one of the hottest, most erotic images he'd ever seen. He shook his head to snap himself out of this pleasant but unproductive reverie.
"Okay, time to get dressed, ladies…never know who's gonna show up next." Matt busied himself examining the small brown brick in the cellophane wrapper as the girls helped each other with their halter tops and skirts. Once dressed, Lisa started rolling some of the weed they'd brought into thin joints, careful to separate the good from the *great*, the special stuff that Margie had so cleverly won that first night at the pool hall. Matt found *ESPN* on the large plasma TV and Margie was playing with the stereo behind the bar.
It was Lisa who looked up first to see the door open and their mother and father sweeping grandly into the suite. "MOMMMYYYY!!!!" she shrieked in surprise, got up from the table and skipped across the thick carpet into Laurie's outstretched arms.
Matt moved quickly behind his sister and greeted Steven with a big bear hug and a lot of mutual back-slapping. Kisses and mumbled "hello's" and "how are you's" and then the four of them switched partners as a bellman brought their luggage into the suite. Behind him, he heard the young man say "Mother, I've missed you so much" and the hot one in the halter say "Daddy…me, too!" He had just placed their bags on the floor when he looked up and saw…*mother and son…father and daughter…kissing, holding each other… not the way they should be greeting each other, no sir!* He was trying to back out unnoticed when the father and daughter separated. The good-looking, silver-haired man reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet. The bellman stopped him quickly. "Thank you sir, ma'am, but that's already been taken care of …for the weekend…for everyone… need anything, call the bell desk, please…any time." He continued backing out and finally pulled the door closed behind him. Laurie very reluctantly pulled her tongue out of her son's delicious mouth and all four hugged together.
Grinning at the surprised look on his father's face, Matt said, "That's your brother's work, Dad. I don't know how he did it, but he's already got everybody greased. If anybody hits you up…you too, Mom…let me know, okay? But now, much more importantly, there's somebody you need to meet…in person." Matt left the little huddle and walked over to the bar. Their eyes followed him until they fell on the most beautiful Chinese face and the incredibly hot body standing next to their son.
"Mom…Dad," Matt started to introduce them, but Margie just squealed like Lisa did earlier and ran to join her parents. She threw her arms around Laurie and they kissed each other and giggled and grinned and then Margie turned towards Steve. She thought he was so handsome…silver hair and he was so tan. She looked up very modestly, and started to greet him formally, in Mandarin, before she caught herself and switched to English.
"Father," she started, trying to be so traditional, "please accept…" But she couldn't do it. When she looked up and saw the laughter and the love in his dark brown eyes, she looked around and saw that same expression mirrored in everyone's eyes. She looked back to Steven once more. "Oh, fuck it, Daddy…kiss me…" she hissed right before she moved into his strong, welcoming arms.
Matt smiled over his family…his father kissing his fiancée…mother and sister kissing and hugging again as well. This was gonna be a great fucking weekend! He slid over to the table where Lisa was rolling and picked a joint from the small pile. He lit it and inhaled deeply, confirming this was the kind he wanted. After he exhaled, he moved back to the kissing and chattering group. He held it out to his father, and changing his tone slightly, he said "Here Dad…this is the stuff…you know…Margie's bet at the pool hall…"
Steven took the slim cigarette out of his hand while Matt looked at the three women. They had heard the shift in his voice and they were looking at him expectantly. "Mom, when are Brian, Kathy and Andy gonna be here?" Dad was already moving to the couch with the joint, a big smile across his face.
Laurie looked at her watch, "I think they should be here in about an hour. Brian and Kathy got on a flight 30 minutes after us…Andy was going to be about thirty or forty minutes later. Brian emailed us yesterday and said to go ahead – they would wait for Andy." Laurie's eyes twinkled at her handsome son. "Is there something you have planned for the next hour, Matty?" She had missed him desperately over the last few months and although she knew the weekend would be very busy, she wanted to spend as much time as possible with her boy…her lover…her *Master*.
Laurie's nipples were pushing through her sheer lightweight bra and cashmere sweater – getting longer as her son continued to look at her body. She felt his ice-blue eyes, "*so much like his uncle's*" she thought, lock on to the 'V' shape at the junction of her firm, trim thighs and immediately her pussy started to moisten in anticipation.
Matt couldn't wait any longer. Using all the skills at his command, he started the party with Lisa and Margie. The totally confidant young man walked around his surprised mother and stopped in front of his roommates. His hands found the ties of their halters and slipped the knots, letting the soft material slide down to uncover their perfect, almost identical twenty year-old breasts. "Get Dad and show him the hot tub…keep him there for thirty minutes…then come find us." Matt stood still as first his sister and then his fiancée molded themselves against his long, lean body and kissed him deeply and passionately before joining Steven on the couch. He heard his father say something from behind him, but the boy's attention was already focused on his first and favorite *slut*, his mother, Laurie.
He moved closer – he heard the change in her breathing and he noticed the deep flush spread over her pale, smooth flesh. When he was close enough, his eyes filled with lust and longing as he slipped his long fingers into her sweater and under her bra. He took her already swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze; little electric flashes of pain seemed to connect her abused breast directly to her clit. When she thought the pain would finally make her cum, he let her go. The throbbing was almost as painful as the pinching and Laurie's knees were starting to shake. Matt leaned close to his mother's ear and whispered to her, "Get your clothes off, Mother…then follow me."
Almost before he could move away, the fifty year-old *MILF fantasy* that was his mom started taking off each piece of clothing that hid her from her boy's hungry eyes. Sweater was followed by tight blue jeans leaving her momentarily in just her sheer, light blue lace bra and bikini panties. Matt smiled, pleased that she remembered one of his favorites. Without turning around, loud enough for his voice to carry, he asked his sister what he was doing.
"You're smiling, bro." She answered with a smile in her voice.
"Why, hon?"
"Because your favorite *slut* remembered your lingerie fetish, baby brother," Lisa giggled.
"And…" Matt led her like a lawyer in a courtroom.
"And she's teaching us something at the same time?"
By this time, Laurie stood naked in front of her children (she already thought of Margie that way…along with Brian, Kathy, and she hoped, Adam as well) and their father. The hours in the gym and the diet that was now a way of life, along with the countless full-body oil massages her husband had given her over the years, kept her skin as smooth and firm as a woman half her age. Her legs were still the same long, lean beauties that looked as good coming out of a short golf skirt now as they did under a miniskirt in her college days. Of course, there was some sag in her breasts, though her nipples still pointed up and out; and there was a little tummy where she used to be flat. But her shaved mound looked the same as it did the first time her husband had seen it when she was nineteen – it was remarkable.
"What is your mother teaching you now, *baby sluts*?" Matt's voice was showing the strain of what seemed a very long wait.
"If we follow her path." Margie started in a fake Chinese sing-song voice that quickly degenerated into pure lust, "then when we're fifty year-olds, really hot college guys will wanna fuck us all the time, too."
"Mom…Dad," Matt swept his arm back towards Margie, "that's why I have to marry her."
Margie ran to Matt and gave him a big sloppy kiss. "I love you, *Master*," she giggled. "Now leave us alone with Papa while you take care of Momma properly."
Matt stopped by the table and picked up a joint and a plastic lighter. He lit the joint and after holding the powerful smoke in his lungs, he let it out and turned back to Laurie. "Bring ice-water and glasses…hurry, Mother." He turned into the large master bedroom, found a reggae station on the satellite radio system, set the thermostat on high and turned the indirect lighting down low, sat down on a chair near the bed and took another deep drag while he waited for his mother to join him.
Just moments later, the stunning fifty year-old suburban wife and mother carried a tray into the room with a fresh bottle of water, a bucket of ice and two glasses. She put it down on a table next to the chair where her son was waiting. A minute later and the bottle was opened, water and ice in the glasses and Laurie was unbuttoning the waist of her son's jeans and sliding his zipper down. She was on her knees between his long, spread-out legs trying unsuccessfully to pull his pants off until he helped by raising his ass off the chair. Matt pulled his T-shirt up and off and was left sitting in front of his mother in just a pair of small, black silky boxers.
The young man took a long drink of the ice-cold water from a glass at his side. His very hot mom was still on her knees on the thick pile carpeting, using her long graceful fingers to massage his firmly muscled thighs. Matt took another hit off the blunt, willing himself to relax and enjoy the sensations she was creating for him. Laurie was staring at the tent that was growing in her son's sexy boxers. Every time her fingers grazed the top of his legs, his lengthening erection seemed push harder against the soft black material. She was transfixed – her eyes locked on to the small wet spot that appeared where his mushroom-shaped cockhead was outlined by the cloth. He surprised her by leaning forward and drawing her face to his. Matt kissed his mother softly, gently opening her lips with his firm tongue and then blew the sweet, strong smoke into her. He kept his lips pressed against her as she inhaled everything he gave her. His hands moved to cup her firm round breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles around her excited nipples as he felt her lose some of the tension she was carrying in her shoulders and back. He held the joint to her mouth. "One more, Mom," he whispered in he ear, "it's already making you relax, huh?"
Laurie took a small hit; she loved the feeling but she also wanted to be completely aware of anything and everything that would happen over the weekend. After all, she had promised her brother-in-law a *blow-by-blow* description the next time they were together. But at that moment, she just melted into the love she felt from her son and the soft, intoxicating and seductive reggae rhythms, her face warmed by the heat radiating from his hard, thick ten inches as she finally drew his black boxers down and away from his firm flesh, liberating the object of her great affection. She stripped them off his legs and then rose up on her knees, silent all the while, and took a long sip of water before settling back before him – mother and son naked and together at last.
"I'd almost forgotten…" she mumbled as she took hold of his hot sex. Her left palm held his stiff, throbbing shaft just below the pronounced ridge, her thumb and forefinger not even close to touching on the backside. And her right hand gently moved under him, cradling his balls as she moved close enough to touch the soft, wrinkled skin of his sac with her deep pink tongue. As soon as she tasted the familiar but *oh so taboo* flesh, Laurie was lost immediately and completely in the realm of the senses…and her complete abandonment of anything else drew her son along with her on this reunion journey.
"God, Mother…" the eighteen year-old college freshman moaned, "nobody sucks cock like you. I missed your mouth…your lips around me." Laurie was giving everything she had to make this a perfect blowjob for her boy. She thrilled to his touch when his fingers started massaging her tits as they lay on top of his upper thighs. It seemed to both of them that every time she licked him from base to crown, his hard, fat cock grew even longer. She felt Matt's left hand slide up the side of her right tit to her shoulder as she took him between her soft lips, the same lips that she had kissed her innocent little boy with a million times before he came of age and they became more than just mother and son. She took half of him into her hungry mouth as his hand moved from her shoulder to the back of her neck. Her heart was racing as she felt his fingers move higher, desperate to know if he will notice, anxious to see his reaction if he does.
Another inch higher and Matt's hand stops dead, his strong fingers firmly holding the back of her neck. "Oh, Mother," he says softly, his voice throwing a chill into her, "what have you done?" He lifts her slowly off of his slick, shiny cock until she is upright between his legs. He can hear the change in her breathing. He smells her arousal wafting from her wet cunt and he sees her bullet-shaped nipples as hard and as long as they've ever been.
Laurie can't help but smile inside, the mother so proud of her child. "*Of course he'll notice my haircut,*" she'd told David and she was proven correct when he pulled her away. Her cunt flooded as she waited for the other shoe to fall.
*SMACK!!!!!!*
"Ohhh…unnnghh…" the fifty year-old suburban poster girl was biting her lip – hard – to keep from shouting. Her strong, handsome eighteen year-old son had slapped her left tit with his open right hand. The sudden slap had hurt, a little, but then her breast flesh started to burn and it only made her moan louder, on her knees before her son…her *Master.*
"Very cute haircut, Mother. Tell me, why does it look familiar?" His voice was soft, but it carried all of his power.
"Please, Matty…" Laurie could barely speak. He had taken her nipple and started to pull it away from her breast, stretching her even more. "Last week…Daddy's friend…ahhh… George came to see…I mean fuck me…first time…long time ago…Dad thought I looked so hot…sexy…short hair while I sucked George." The pain turned to a throbbing burn and each throb sent another electric charge directly to her clit. "I'm sorry, Mat…*Master*."
"I really don't care what the reason was," Matt shook his head dismissively, "I'm just concerned…that you've forgotten whose slut your are, Mother." Matt stood and pulled Laurie up with him, his fingers still holding her hyper-sensitive rubbery tip. He moved her towards the oversized bed that dominated the room.
"Yours, baby, I'm your slut…" Laurie couldn't believe the sensations that swirled around her. The pain had already crossed the line to intense pleasure and she was anticipating even more as her son 're-claimed' her.
"That's funny – did I tell you to cut your hair?" Matt backed his mother onto the bed, finally letting go of her tenderized tit. She crawled on her back to the middle of the huge mattress, sliding across the satin-smooth duvet. Her sky blue eyes opened to find her beautiful boy's face hovering over hers. "I don't remember, Mom. Do you?" Matt's eyes were cold blue slits of lust glaring down at her. His knees straddled her hips and he held himself above her, supported on his left hand.
Laurie shivered as Matt's right hand moved lightly over her arm and shoulder, getting closer and closer to her sore and swollen left breast. Surprising her, he skipped the abused tip, letting his long fingers glide over her hot smooth skin of her long torso, then around the curve of her hip and then back up the inside of her left thigh until he found the slick, fat lips of her shaved pussy. She groaned as he palmed her sex and used his thumb to rub circles around her clit. His middle finger slipped through the crème that covered her fuck-hole and entered her cunt. She was so close to her first real climax with her son in months and it was so hard to wait for him.
She couldn't believe how excited she was to be with him again. She and Steven had both agreed with David's long-range plan for all the kids. "*Oh, Christ, David,*" she thought fleetingly to herself, "*I wish you were here for this weekend, too*." The thought of having him home again was too much for her anxious pussy. As her son massaged her G-spot with his long finger and teased her throbbing clit with his thumb, the beautiful suburban wife and mother *turned* incestuous slut started mumbling and moaning as he brought her closer and closer to her climax.
"Ahh!! God, Matty….you're making me…baby, I'm sorry…you never…I did it…fuck… unnnghh…for Daddy…" Laurie kept rambling until she felt her son's tongue starting to draw circles around her left nipple, still throbbing from his recent abuse. "Oh please, *Master*, nooo…."
Anticipating the worst, hearing her heart beating so loud and fast, she tensed as she felt his fingers slow down and then her breathing stopped as he moved his tongue over her pebble-skinned aureole and took the dark pink swollen nub between his lips. And finally, she felt her child's love as he kissed her nipple as delicately and gently as he could and she thought her heart would burst.
Matt resumed his pressure on his mother's G-spot and her excited clit, bringing her right to the edge again. He moved up so he could whisper in her ear, his voice as hot and sexy and *dirty* as she'd ever heard him. "You know, Mom," as he whispered his fingers and thumb were keeping her right on the electric brink, "if I really thought you did this without thinking about me at all, I would be very disappointed…you wouldn't want that, believe me." He felt his mother's cunt start to moisten again, lubricating his finger even more. The idea that she might enjoy being disciplined crossed the young man's mind and he smiled to himself as he filed it away for another time.
"But, somehow…don't ask me why," he continued whispering, his lips so close she could feel his breath, "I feel the subtle touch of my Uncle David, in all this."
Laurie didn't know if it was her pride in her son…or her son's finger in her, but as soon as he whispered his uncle's name, unveiling their last test, her cunt flooded again.
"Ahhh…" Matt chuckled softly in her ear, sending shivers through every part of her. "You don't have to say anything, Mother…looks like I've got my answer. But just in case," his voice lost the laughter, "I think I should remind you…" The shivers turned to electric shocks and she couldn't breathe. "…exactly whose *slut* you are."
Matt dragged his tongue across his mother's burning flesh, over the soft curve of her shoulder and up the slope of her breast. Laurie's eyes, now just glaring slits of pure lust, locked on her son as he spoke again. "Once again, *Mother*," his voice deep and filled with his passion, "I have to ask…"
Her body was quaking under his touch…she was so painfully close…"No, baby, you don't need to ask…anytime, anything, anywhere, Matty…I'm yours forever, my love."
Matt pressed his long middle finger against her G-spot and then started to pinch her clit very gently between his thumb and forefinger. He knew she was on the precipice and he wanted her first climax of their reunion to be both memorable and meaningful.
He sat up, still astride her fit, sexy body, and moved his left hand across to her left breast and started to squeeze her tit-flesh. Laurie moaned continuously as his other fingers manipulated her hot, wet sex. "Let's make sure you remember that, *slut.*" Matt bent low and sucked the sore nipple between his lips as his fingers increased the pressure on her clit. He let the nipple go, looked his mother in the eye and hissed at her, "I guess I have to mark you again, Mother." And as he squeezed her throbbing clit, he moved an inch above her nipple and broke her skin with his teeth. Laurie screamed her orgasm into her fist as the momentary pain crossed the line to pleasure and she surrendered completely to her son.
Moments later, when the stunning electric light show stopped playing on the back of her eyelids, Laurie turned her head to the left and opened her eyes slowly. The first image that came to her was of her beautiful son, laying on his right side, gently licking and cleaning the tiny tear in her tender flesh. "Oh my God, Matty…" the words came out haltingly as her climax was still coursing through her. "I've missed you so much, baby. I didn't realize…" Her fingers rested on the back of his head as his tongue gently laved her breast. "Oh, Matt, honey…that feels so good," she started to moan again as his tongue flicked against her. He dropped his left hand on to her, cupping her shaved mound in his palm. He gathered some of her moisture and brought it back to his thickening cock, gently rubbing his fingers over the mushroom-shaped head.
He kissed his mother's tit, sat up with a smile and threw some pillows back against the headboard of the over-sized bed. Leaning back against them, his long, muscular legs stretching out in front, he directed Laurie to hand him his ice water and then the large ashtray with the joint and the lighter in it. He sat up straight and took a long drink of the water and handed the glass back to her. Then leaning back on the propped-up pillows again, he lit the joint and took a deep hit. Well aware that his mother was looking at him, staring at his semi-hard organ, he put the joint out and exhaled the smoke in a swirling plume over his cock. He slid his hand around the thickening shaft and moved the soft, pliant skin slowly back and forth over the blood and muscle of his growing fuck-pole.
She was standing next to the bed looking at him, having just put down the empty water glass her son had handed her. The changes she saw in her son since his return to school were amazing. His personality was growing more dominant and powerful along with his beautiful, strong physique. The fiery and passionate fifty year-old mother was totally in love and lust with her son, and her lust was turning her sky-blue eyes dark and smoky with incestuous desire.
Laurie tore her eyes away from Matt's magnificent erection to see him staring back at her. Slowly and deliberately, she lifted her knee to the mattress and then she watched his eyes move across her large, rounded breasts and over her tummy to her swollen, hairless mound. She moved her leg a little more, and electric shivers rolled over her, knowing how her cunt lips were spreading open like a blooming flower before her son's burning gaze.
Matt couldn't take another minute of the sweet torture he was making himself endure. It wasn't that he didn't remember what his sexy mom looked like…but nothing could compare to her in the flesh, the heat and her essence wafting from her, filling the room with her sex.
"Suck me," his voice was a strained whisper, "suck your boy's great big cock, Mom." He watched her crawl over the covers to him, moaning as she took his hand away and finally got her tongue on him. She licked up the back of his shaft from his balls to his crown and then plunged her mouth over him, slurping on the top half of his huge erection. "Oh yeah, Mom, make me wet for you…" he groaned as she licked his balls and spread his leaking pre-cum around the thick shaft. He watched as her tongue tried to open his pee-hole and came away with a long silvery strand of lubrication stretching from the head of his cock to the tip of his mother's tongue. And that was all he could take.
Laurie felt Matt's arms around her, lifting her up and then putting her down on her back, her ass nestled between his spread knees and her legs extended toward the ceiling in a "V for Victory" salute. Her boy's thick, hard cock was sliding through the pungent crème that lubricated her nether lips and his actions caused her body to react in turn. Her labia parted as blood engorged her sex, making her physically ready to receive him in this most *taboo* of all things between mother and son. Her clitoris poked out from its hood, as if looking for the cause of the incessant throbbing. Her tender nipples ached, desperately wanting yet dreading his touch and her skin was hot and moist again as she waited for the inevitable.
"I've waited too long for this, Mother." Matt groaned the words as he rolled forwards, his thighs driving hers back towards her chest. His massive organ was poised over her, his mushroom-shaped head burrowing into her crème-filled slit to find the opening to her sex…the gateway to her love. The very moment he felt the small dilated hole, he plunged the full length of his rock-hard cock into his mother's spasming cunt until his balls slapped against her upturned ass.
"Uuunnnnfff!" The force of his thrust knocked the breath out of her. "Please…baby…so big…" she tried to ask him to wait, to give her tender pussy just a minute to adjust to his over-sized organ, but she just couldn't form the words when she felt him withdraw his long, hard pole and then,
"Unnnnnnnfff!! Arrrggghh!! Ohhh…oh…oh, God! Matty!" Her eighteen year-old son fucked his huge prick right back into her again. And this time there was no hesitation at all as she felt him pull back yet again, the ridge of his cock-head scraping the walls of her cunt on the way out. And again he drove back into her, her pussy walls dancing around his thickness and she clenched and spasmed all over his beautiful cock.
Matt was transported to a different place as he followed his cock into the center of a new universe. He plunged in and out of the liquid heat and rippling muscles of his mother's core…there was nothing…nothing else that could ever match the intensity of what he felt as he pushed his way through her cervix and he knew he was back in the most forbidden place of all.
He opened his eyes to see the sky-blue color of hers start to roll back as her climax began to overtake her…moving along every nerve path and in electric waves over her flesh. "Momma," he gasped at her, "I can't believe how beautiful you are…when you cum…on my cock." Back and forth his hips shot out and then returned only to shoot out again, over and over. "I feel you cumming, Mother…my cock…my balls…all soaked…"
"Uuunnnnnghhhhh…don't stop, please….oh…OH…FUCK MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" Laurie started screaming when she looked down her body, watching her son's massive cock move straight up and down; using his prick like a jackhammer he pounded relentlessly into the hot liquid pool of her fat, horny cunt. "I'M CUMMMMINNNNNGGGG!!!!!!!!"
The incredible clamp, rippling along the full length of his cock was all Matt needed to take him over the edge as well. He felt her cervical ring open under the pressure of his jackhammer cock and then he pushed through another inch until he was lodged tight in his mother's womb. Her cunt started spasming…out of control…and then he let himself go completely and painted her insides with thick ropes of his hot, white boy-crème. When he was finally through his massive climax, and his mother's hungry pussy had milked every last drop from him, Matt rose up and withdrew his long, crème-covered cock from the warmth of that most taboo place and fell on his back next to his mother.
The picture-perfect suburban mom's mind was in a million different places at once as she tried so hard to get her breathing back under control – she was much too turned on to let herself pass out from the pleasure. Her mind flitted back to that nice Hawaiian boy who helped get their car off the beach that day, so long ago. In return, his payment was Laurie…any way he wanted her. His cock was the size of a beer can and when he held her against the low branches of that tree above the tide mark at the beach, at least fifty sun worshippers and swimmers had to have heard her moan and groan when he stripped the bright yellow bikini off of her and rammed that monster up her cunt the first time. She didn't care how many were watching or listening and heard her scream when she came on his cock a few minutes later.
Laurie almost *never* climaxed vaginally…but it was something special that she got from her loving son. His massive size helped, of course, but it was the way the beautiful upward curve of his erect cock forced contact between his head and her G-spot so perfectly whenever they fucked. And consequently, his cock transformed her into a totally sex-obsessed slut every time she climaxed, just by fucking her boy. And now that cum-starved slut was hungry for more; she rolled over and slid down the slippery covers until her beautiful face, framed in her new/old short, sexy haircut was directly over his softening but still thick and throbbing penis.
She circled the base of his thick tool with her fingers, holding him up like an ice cream cone, all ready to be licked clean of the sex cocktail that coated his meaty pole and his heavy sac. Laurie was all set to take her boy's cock back in to her hungry and wanting mouth when her daughter's voice broke the mystical spell that seemed to hold mother and son so close.
"Mommy," Lisa's voice over her shoulder startled the lust-driven woman on the bed, "that looks delicious. Don't you want to share it with us?"
Laurie looked up into her son's eyes to see him smiling as she felt smaller, softer hands gliding across her back and the smooth skin of her shoulders and then covering her breasts, the tiny fingertips playing with her swollen nipples. When she realized it was four hands, not just two, she turned around and first kissed her daughter gently on her soft pink lips and the turned back the other way and kissed her soon-to-be daughter-in-law, letting her tongue play with Margie's for an extra moment.
Giggling with her girls, Laurie let herself be pushed back on the bed next to her lean, fit, and very sexy son. Lisa hopped across to Matt's other side and lay next to him with her face resting on his hip and her sweet-smelling pussy near his head. Margie took the same position next to Laurie and immediately started to kiss her way across Laurie's pelvis, dipping her tongue into her new mother's hot, creamy slit.
"Oh, honey," Laurie moaned under Margie's oral attentions, "you like to eat pussy, baby?"
"Mmmmh hmmmmmm," Margie's lips vibrated as she sucked on Laurie's clit, making the older woman's hips jerk off the mattress.
Lisa took her tongue off her brother's wonder-cock to welcome her father as he followed the girls into the room. "Come over here, Daddy…help me with Matty, okay?" She looked at her brother and rolled her eyes. "He's sooo biigggg, Daddy!"
Steven chuckled at all the activity on the bed in front of him. He was still trying to recover from his workout in the hot tub with the almost-identical twenty year-olds. Oh how he wished he was even just a few years younger…but right now, he was happy to be with his loving family…it couldn't be much better than this anywhere else.
He stopped first to give his MILF, suburban *hottie* wife a deep, loving kiss. "Did your boy give you what you wanted, dear?" he whispered in her ear. "Is that your crème that Lisa is licking off his big cock, honey?" Laurie grabbed him and kissed him deeply again. As Steven kissed his wife, his hand worked itself between Margie's firm, cheerleader-like thighs where his fingers moved over every inch of her ivory-smooth golden skin. "Have you tasted this one yet?" he asked his wife of thirty years. "She's every bit as sweet and tasty as you and Lisa, my dear." Steven swatted Margie playfully on her curvy rear end. "And if you get her now, there might be a surprise inside!"
He kissed the twenty year-old Asian coed's firm, round fanny before moving around to climb on the oversized bed next to his son and daughter. He took the joint out of the ashtray next to the bed, lit it, took a deep drag and then handed it to Matt. The smoke swirled around and the proud father found his hands had wandered to his daughter's *Perfect 10* breasts. His fingers kneaded her flesh and his fingers pulled on her excited nipples as he exhaled the smoke and spoke to his son.
"I hope you took good care of your mother, Matt. Your sister and your fiancée nearly killed me earlier – I don't think that I can satisfy your mother, too." Steven sounded so peaceful and serene. "This is really great dope, son." He took the joint back from his boy with a grin. "I'm gonna take another hit now…but I want you to think about something."
As their father stopped talking to take another toke, never saying what he wanted his son to ponder, Lisa and her brother just looked at each other and started laughing. Margie and Laurie were already giggling and joined in the laughter along with Steven as he exhaled the powerful smoke. Somehow, through the laughter, the five naked and very stoned people heard some noises coming from outside the master bedroom. Matt maneuvered quickly between his sister and father, got off the bed and threw his jeans on. He grinned back at his family, all tangled together on the bed and still laughing. Throwing his T-shirt at his sister, he told her to put it on and join him in the living room. Then he told Margie and his parents he would be right back and then he closed the door behind him on the way out.
Matt straightened his hair at a mirror in the hallway and then walked into the main room of the suite. He heard his cousin trying to tip the bell boy who brought up their luggage as he saw a beautiful blonde girl on Brian's arm and…Matt stopped and caught his breath… on the other side of his cousin stood what could have been an almost exact twin to himself! This had to be Andy, Kathy's older brother.
"Your money's no good here, cuz…better put it away before he gets upset." Matt spoke softly, but with a smile in his voice. Brian looked up immediately with a big grin. The two cousins hadn't seen each other for a while and both were anxious to make up for lost time. And Matt knew he had some work to do on everyone's behalf during most of the weekend. The bellboy was finally allowed to leave and he closed the main door to the suite behind him.
"Hey, little cuz…how you doing?" Brian walked towards Matt and they met with a hug. "Boy, Matt, not so little any more. College life looks like it agrees with you." Brian pulled Kathy around to face his cousin. "Matt, I'd like to…"
Matt put his hand on Kathy's hip and turned her slightly away from Brian and towards himself. "*Jesus Fucking Christ,*" he thought to himself, "*she's the all-American blonde version of Lisa and Margie!*" First, the lucky young man offered up a silent prayer of thanks to his Uncle David. Then pitching his voice to take control, he smiled warmly and said, "Of course, you must be Kathy. I've been anxious to meet you…welcome to the family." With just the faintest hesitation, he said "Brian, she is even more beautiful than I'd heard."
Kathy smiled automatically but she had no idea what to think about the bare-chested boy who suddenly appeared in front of her. She was shocked at first by the resemblance to her brother, but that passed quickly, almost as soon as he moved close to her. Then she was even more confused. How, she asked herself, could this beautiful young man, ("*God,"* she thought to herself, "*he's just…fuck, he's perfect!*") certainly the youngest and physically the smallest man in the room, seem so sure of himself – so able to dominate everything around him?
Matt's eyes never left the *Gallery 'Girl Next Door"* face and body; as he drew her closer he asked his older cousin, "May I?"…his intention was clear. Neither waited for Brian's answer as Kathy closed the gap, her firm and excited 34B breasts pushing through her little halter top into his lean, well-muscled torso and then her lips pressed against his before she opened her mouth so she could suck his tongue ("*OhmyGod…what am I doing …can't…don't want to stop…*") and taste him.
Matt broke their kiss but Kathy kept her arm around his waist as she introduced him to Andy. She was breathless, but offered no excuse as she pulled her brother close. "Matt, this is my brother. Andy…Matt." Her beautiful blue eyes kept moving between their faces. "Brian," she said over her brother's shoulder, "come here…look at them…it's too strange, honey."
"Hi, cuz. I was hoping it was you!" Lisa's voice came from behind Matt; he turned to see his sister, all long, curly hair and smiles dressed in his black T-shirt and a tiny pair of white cotton thong panties. Lisa circled around a rather surprised Kathy and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Her face showed pure delight as she said, "Hi, Kathy, I'm Lisa… I'm so happy to finally meet you. Don't you just love Brian? Isn't he the cutest thing?" She giggled as she put her hands on Kathy's chest, quickly giving each tit an experienced feel. "Oooh..nice…34B's, right, honey?"
Kathy was giggling now, too. "Mmmm, Lisa, Brian told me a lot about you." Their lips came together this time. "Yes…" her hand moved to Lisa's breast, her palm feeling the excited nipple under the cotton shirt. "Your mom asked for my measurements…she said we were the same size…like twins…Oh my God!"
Andy and Matt had moved side by side as the girls kissed and hugged. When Kathy looked back over at them, she understood what Brian meant when he said they looked more than a little alike. Her exclamation drew Lisa's wide-open eyes as well. Both girls were momentarily silenced as they looked at their brothers one after the other.
Matt had approached Andy with hand extended in friendship and wanting to say something that would project a sense of family that he hoped his possible future brother-in-law could feel. Andy's hand was extended as well and he was going to say something warm and friendly back, but as the two shook hands and looked at each other, all that came out was,
"Dude.."
"Dude?"
"Oh my God…dude!"
"Fuck, dude, they were right!"
"Wow…dude…yeah…fuck."
"Dude."
All five of them burst out in simultaneous laughter as the 'dudes' reverberated off the walls. Andy and Matt hugged while Lisa let go of Kathy and moved into her cousin Brian's arms. After an appropriately lengthy and very erotic kiss between the first cousins, Brian continued the introductions. "Andy," he nodded towards Kathy's brother, "please meet my favorite female cousin, Lisa."
Andy turned to Lisa and looked closely at her for the first time…he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"Lisa," Brian continued, "the rude bastard staring at you is Andy, Kathy's brother. I think he's a little overwhelmed, cuz…I mean, who wouldn't be? Look at you…"
Andy finally recovered with an embarrassed "Oh, God…I'm so sorry…stupid…staring like that…please…" He extended his hand towards the incredibly hot, dark-haired girl. He tried to think, but he couldn't remember ever meeting anyone as beautiful as Lisa. Surely, he'd never been introduced to anyone dressed like she was now.
He kept staring, but now he was moving his head between Lisa and Matt. "Look, Kath… it's these two that could be twins…look at their faces." Both Lisa and Matt were impressed – very few people could see what Andy just saw. Their hair, eye and skin coloring were so different from each other, few people looked beyond that to see the real facial resemblance.
Lisa moved into Andy's arms to give him a welcoming kiss. She'd meant it to be kind of sexy but friendly. But when Andy's fingers found the top of her ass under the bottom of the T-shirt, it turned into anything but. The hot little twenty year-old decided to see if this look-alike could kiss like her brother, too. Andy was just a little taller and a few pounds heavier – no doubt due to the fact he was twenty-four and had already made the change from boy to man that Matt was just now starting. Lisa, falling into his kiss, was really enjoying the difference Andy's physical maturity made. She moaned into his mouth, letting him know exactly how much she was enjoying him, while finding her brother's eye and giving him a sly wink to let him know everything was just fine.
"Oh my fucking God!"
It was Brian's voice that grabbed everyone's attention next. He had just looked over Kathy's shoulder when Margie made her way into the main room of the suite. Matt turned his eyes immediately to see his fiancée stop at the other end of the long table, absolutely ignoring everyone else in the room while she picked up a joint and lit it. Then she turned around and struck a pose before exhaling the smoke.
Margie's long and lustrous black hair was parted in the middle and fell over her shoulders, shining against her golden skin and the white halter she wore. Her pose drew everyone's eyes from her incredibly beautiful, classic Chinese face over her *Perfect 10* chest and down over her flat, faintly defined abs to the thin gold slave chain (a gift from Laurie and Steve) that lay around her hips and then to the micro-mini denim skirt that just barely hid her shaved mound and finally to her high-heeled sandals. Just like her new Poppa said when she posed like this for him and Laurie before leaving the bedroom, she was a walking wet dream.
Not laughing was about the hardest thing in the world at that moment for Matt and his sister. Not that Margie wasn't the *absolute fucking hottest* thing they'd every seen…but they saw the sparkle in her eye that told them the whole thing was a big goof! Margie walked around Kathy, swinging her hips like a $10 Saigon whore until she was right next to Brian. In the worst Asian accent ever, she says "You want fuckee-suckee, mister?" She grabbed his budding erection in her fingers and stroked up and down the outside of his jeans. "Me ruv you rong time, mister, okay?"
Margie, Matt and Lisa all lost it at the same time…probably because of the very silly, completely stunned expression on Brian's face. Kathy and Andy started to ask what was going on when a bright flash stopped all the conversation and most of the laughter. All eyes moved to the back of the room where the flash originated.
"Oh my God!" Kathy squealed. "Andy, look…it's Laurie and Uncle Steve…come say hello!" She dropped Matt's hand and grabbed her brother away from Lisa, crossing the room with Andy in tow.
Steven and Laurie were standing at the side of the table where Margie had posed only minutes earlier. Opting for comfort and convenience, both had slipped into the soft luxurious white terry robes provided by the hotel. Laurie was putting her camera down on the table while her husband lit a small joint.
"Mmmm, Kathy, you look beautiful, darling. We've missed you and Brian, haven't we, Steven?" Laurie spoke to the beautiful Midwestern blonde twenty-one year-old coed as their lips parted from a very sweet kiss. "And this has to be Andy…God, Steven, can you believe it?"
Kathy moved into her favorite 'uncle's' embrace and they kissed even more lovingly as Steven exhaled the sweet smoke into Kathy's mouth. Neither acknowledged Laurie as she drew Kathy's brother into her arms. "Hello, Andy…" she said in a husky, sex-charged voice, "or do you prefer Andrew?" As she pulled the strikingly familiar boy against her, Laurie's robe gaped open just enough to expose the inner half of her breast and dark pink nipple to his red-hot gaze.
Her nipple seemed to grow under his heated stare and with no thought at all, he moved his thumb in soft circles all around it, making Laurie gasp along with Kathy and her husband. "Uhmm," he had to lick his lips in order to speak to this incredible MILF before him, "sorry…it's just.." his fingers were now massaging her firm, round breast, "so sexy …you are so" his eyes rose from her breast to her face, "beautiful. You can call me anything at all, Mrs.…"
"Laurie, honey. Just call me Laurie." She drew his head down so she could whisper in his ear. "Andrew, darling…" her fingers found the tent in his pants, "does this old broad turn you on?"
"Don't see any *old broads* around here, Laurie. But you? Oh God, yessss!!!!!!!!" he whispered hoarsely back to his fantasy figure.
Laurie squeezed his hard shaft as she put her lips right next to his burning ear. "If you want, Andy…" her fingers moved to his heavy sac, "you can call me Mommy when you fuck me, okay?"
Andy groaned as he pulled Laurie's hand back – he was about two more squeezes and three more throbs away from unloading in his boxers. This whole family was…God, he hoped it was real! He kissed the MILF and while their tongues explored each other, he decided it was a very good thing he came along for the weekend.
Seeing that Laurie was naked under her robe, Kathy assumed Steven was as well and slipped her hand inside the super soft robe to find his thickening cock. Grasping it in one hand, she leaned into her brother and started kissing his neck and then whispering in his ear. Steven looked at his wife with a dirty little grin as Kathy dropped to her knees before him, took his hard-on out of his robe and started licking it like it was a lollipop. Then it was Laurie's turn to grin as Andy mimicked his sister and fell to his knees before Laurie. He untied the belt holding the robe closed and it parted, falling straight down from the outsides of her slightly sagging but very firm and round tits to reveal her small, sexy belly and her cleanly shaven mound.
He started planting little kisses over the soft insides of her thighs, his strong hands wrapped behind her, moving her legs apart. He groaned when he found her tattoo – a golden *fleur-de-lis* - an inch above and to the left of her clit.
Laurie leaned over the young man. "Andy," she said softly to him, "I'm not…I mean… before you got here…Matt and I…"
He stood and wrapped his strong arms around her, kissing her hard and deep, his hand gripping her short hair. And with that grip, he turned her head to the side and whispered back, "Brian told me this could be a life-changing weekend if I would go with the flow. Is eating your son's cum *going with the flow*, Laurie?" Without waiting for an answer, he fell back to the thick carpet and pulled the sweet, wet MILF pussy into his face and started to lick. He sucked the sex cocktail that leaked out of her pussy lips and coated the insides of her thighs and when his long tongue found her open hole, he snaked it up as far inside as he could reach. Laurie was moaning continuously as Andy ate her out and her husband was moaning just as loudly standing right next to her.
Kathy let Steven's cock slip out of her mouth for a moment, still working her fingers and palms around the thick base. She kissed her brother's neck again, whispering once more. "You don't have to, Andy…no one expects any…"
Andy took his mouth off Laurie and turned to kiss his younger sister fully and deeply. "I know, Princess," he whispered back, "but I want to…for you and Brian…for me…every one, honey. Okay?" They kissed again and then changed places in front of the older couple. Kathy was no stranger to Laurie's delectable pussy and dove right in. Steven waited just a minute, letting Andy get a taste of cock and balls before pulling him up into a greeting/hug, throwing his arms around the young man. As they hugged, Andy said he was more than happy to continue…he'd heard so much about both Steven and Laurie from his sister and Brian…he was so looking forward to this weekend.
Steven replied softly as well when he said, "God, that felt great, Andy…but I just came a little while ago. Listen, just relax this weekend, son. There's no pressure from anyone… just enjoy yourself and have a good time. If you want a really great time, I suggest you listen to that boy that looks a little like you…him and his sister – they'll take care of you."
Laurie had pulled Kathy up as well, knowing there was too much going on to let her cum on the young blonde's tongue. It would happen soon, they both knew it. "Laurie," the *all-American* beauty asked, "who is that outrageous girl in my fiancé's arms?" She tilted her head around to her brother. "Have you *ever* seen anyone like her?"
"Only in porn films, honey," Andy replied with a laugh.
"Harrumph!!!" Steven snorted. "I'll have you know that darling girl, *Yuan Mai Ling*, Margie to you, is going to be our daughter-in-law. Porn, indeed!"
Laurie laughed at her husband's comments and brought Kathy and Andy across the room where she completed the more formal introductions. Within minutes, everyone seemed at ease, laughing and talking, drinking and smoking and generally just getting to know one another. While there was plenty of flirting going on, there was no rush or urgency to get everyone naked and laid – relaxation seemed to be the choice of the group.
Matt was watching his sister getting close to Andy. She had a smile on her face that looked 100% genuine and he felt happy that their initial meeting seemed to be going well. He glanced at his mother and saw her smiling at Lisa as well. Across the room, Brian seemed to be charming Margie and Kathy and Matt's father. Matt caught his dad's eye and the two met by the big ashtray at the end of the table.
Steven grabbed a skinny and he walked with his son over to the bar. Matt grabbed a couple of cold beers while Steven lit the joint. After a toke and a long sip, Steven put his arm around his son's shoulder. "Looks like a pretty nice start to the weekend, Matty." He handed the joint to his son. "I know this is your show, Matt, and anything I can do to help, of course…just ask, son. Can I make a little suggestion?"
"Sure, Pop…anything. What's on your mind?" Matt took a deep drag and passed the joint back to his old man.
"Food, boy! I'm so hungry, Matty…and I gotta believe everyone else is, too." Matt nodded on agreement. "My suggestions is that you don't ask anybody…let's just go in the other room and order up a bunch of different stuff from Room Service and plan on staying in tonight. That way, you can be sure to speak to Brian about Kathy and talk to Andy, too.
"I don't think Brian has told him too much about David's *grand plan*. I think you should…if you feel right about it." Matt looked up with a big question mark in his eyes. "Son…" Steven had a warm smile for his boy, "your mother and I fully expect you will be home with the girls after graduation and working for your uncle shortly after that."
"It looks like I'm leaning that way, Dad. Is that okay with you and Mom?"
"Of course, Matty…we just want our kids to be happy and successful – we know that David can help you, your sister and that gorgeous fiancée of yours achieve all your goals. He knows it too, son. He's authorized you to bring Andy in – if you wish. We'll talk about it later. For now, food!"
Matt smiled knowingly at his father. "I'll take care of the food, Pops…I have some sneaky arrangements to make." He motioned his dad back towards the others. "You can help, Dad…just make sure everyone has something to drink or smoke…just keep them all relaxed while I take care of dinner."
About 45 minutes later there was a loud knock on the suite's front door just before it opened. The first of three carts was wheeled into the room by a tall, balding, and very handsome middle-aged black man. His eyes smiled discreetly at Lisa as she winked back at her friend, Anthony. He moved his cart next to the bar as two more carts were pushed in behind him. The young bellmen quickly set up their carts; an assortment of fish and vegetable sushi, with all the trimmings on one and a variety of *tapas* dishes on the other made a delicious looking meal. Anthony's cart held additional ice and other canned beverages, plates, napkins and silverware for all.
Lisa and Margie both moved to Laurie's sides as the food and drinks were set up. As soon as the young men were through, Anthony dismissed them and closed the door behind them as they left. He turned slowly back into the room, remembering the young man's phone call. He saw Matt with the hot young blonde he'd mentioned earlier standing against the big table and the three women together about five feet away. Smiling broadly, he moved a step closer to Matt and Kathy.
"The food looks great, Anthony. Thank you…terrific job!" Matt leaned forward and shook the older black man's hand. "So take a look," Matt continued, using all the powerful control his voice could command, "which one would you like as your tip?"
Matt heard Kathy's gasp and felt her knees weaken momentarily while Brian was telling Andy how cool his cousin Lisa was and how they'd met Anthony before. Anthony played his part well. "How can I tell?" he asked, very sincerely.
"Ladies," the young man spoke again, still with full control in his voice, "please show the lucky man what his choices are…" This time, he made sure to keep his arm around Kathy's waist. He knew her knees would buckle again as soon as she saw the others lose their clothing, and she would have a hard time resisting the same impulse herself.
Slowly, sensuously, Lisa lifted the black T-shirt by the bottom hem and pulled it up her tanned torso and over her head, leaving her in just the white thong panties. When she wriggled out of them and stood there – proudly displaying her totally naked and bare self to family and friends, Kathy almost fell over.
At the same time, Margie lifted her hands behind her neck to undo the little bow holding her halter top and asked her future mother-in-law to untie the bow in the middle of her back. When her *Perfect 10* tits were displayed for all to see, the comments and the buzzing started.
"Fuck me, bro…they are *SO FUCKING HOT*!" hissed Andy to Brian, who could only nod his head in agreement.
Margie then pushed her micro-mini down her firm, golden thighs. She kept the high heels on as she stepped out of the skirt. She posed like a runway model, hand on her hip – the gold slave chain highlighting her bald pussy.
"You are right about that, young man!" Anthony spoke softly to the boys. "Lord, you are definitely right about that."
When the younger women were through stripping, Laurie stood proudly between them and simply dropped the soft white robe, letting it fall gently over her smooth pale shoulders to the floor. Her nipples were long and thick and her pussy was shaved smooth like the others. She stood there with her arms across the girls' shoulders, under Anthony's inspection. Laurie felt her pussy start to moisten – she knew the girls were feeling it, too. The fifty year-old MILF caught her loving husband's eye. They both knew that this was a 'historic' moment for their family…the first time Matt's *sluts* stood together naked and exposed and ready to fuck and suck at his command. Steven discreetly snapped a picture to commemorate the event.
As taken by all of the beautiful flesh in front of him as he was, Anthony finally remembered what Matt had asked him to do. Pointing his long arm towards Kathy, he said "What about her, son? I think I'd like to see some of that before I decide."
Matt held on to the sexy little blonde as she moaned again as the bellman pointed his long finger at her. Her fingers were moving towards the buttons on her blouse, wishing desperately that this handsome old man could see her firm young tits, too…she actually *wanted* the bellman to pick her over the others.
Matt chuckled while he gently restrained Kathy's hands from opening any more of her blouse. "I'm sorry," Matt said lightly to the bellman, "but this beautiful young woman is not mine to give. You gotta choose between my sister, my mother and my fiancée."
He laughed softly again as he hugged the frustrated young woman. "Kathy," he gently whispered in her ear, "what are you doing? You're Brian's fiancée…you're not a slut, honey." Matt kissed her lightly on the edge of her mouth. "Look at them," he looked over towards the three naked women. Anthony was kissing his mother and his hands were all over Lisa and Margie. "You don't want to be treated like that…used like that… do you, Kathy?"
"Who will it be, Anthony? Who do you want? Gotta choose, bud." Anthony smiled back at Matt and as agreed, pointed to Margie. "I'd say good choice, dude, but I don't think there's a bad choice in the bunch. Enjoy her…her name's *Mai Ling*."
Matt slid his hand up the side of Kathy's breast - he couldn't believe the heat he felt radiating off of her skin. He moved until his palm covered her hard, excited nipple. "*Mai Ling, gai ta…*" He barked an order in Mandarin that had his fiancée on her knees in front of the tall black man immediately. Her fingers had his zipper down and his long, thick black hose out of his pants before he knew what was happening. And as she slurped and sucked that black snake, moaning all over his lengthy shaft, Matt felt Kathy's nipple get harder and longer against his palm…she was so ripe for this.
"Mother…Lisa…what are you doing?" His voice was flat but very powerful as he spoke to them. "We have guests to see to. Mother…take care of your nephew. Lisa, quit fucking around and make Andy feel welcome." And as neither of the boys was going to argue, all three of Matt's *sluts* were giving some excellent head to three very happy men.
Kathy's body was vibrating against the younger man. She just couldn't believe how incredibly hot the scene was before her. Her cunt was quivering…this is what she'd whispered about in Brian's ear late at night…her deep desire to be used like this. Her brother had promised he would make her dark wishes come true, but those experiences paled compared to this.
"Come on, Brian…you know how she likes it." Laurie's eyes flicked up at her son with a gleam of thanks. "Show Andy how your aunt and your cousin like to get face-fucked. You too, Anthony." He turned towards Margie and the black man. "Let's make it a contest…$100 to the first one of you that cums." Just like that, the noise level in the room increased as all three men slammed their cocks in and out of three hungry, slurping mouths.
Kathy was beside herself as she watched the performance. Matt was feeling her tits and making out with her as she watched all the oral sex exploding around her. His hand dropped to the moist crotch of her tight jeans and he was rubbing her pussy…treating her like a school girl…making her totally crazy.
"Why?" she whispered in his ear. "Why do they do this for you, Matt?" She kissed him full on the lips. "What did Brian's dad mean about you?"
The smells and the sounds of sex filled the living room as Matt continued his seduction of the *Cover Girl*-cute blonde version of his sister. He slid his long fingers into her blouse where she had slipped a few buttons loose and found her hardened nipple under her bra.
He kissed her, covering her lips with his as he pinched her nipple between his fingertips. Kathy felt her cunt flood with passion and desire.
"They love me, baby…that's why they do what I tell them to do." Matt continued kissing the sexy young thing in his arms. Sometimes he thought 'making out' was fine all by itself. He thought he could kiss Kathy for hours on end.
"Tell me why they love you so much, Matt. What makes them do that…your mom told me other stuff, too…why?" Kathy's voice was full of her need.
"You'll have to ask them to be sure, Kath…but I think I have a pretty good idea." He took her hand and held it against his thick shaft. "I think this has something to do with it." The handsome and mature freshman nuzzled her ultra-sensitive neck. "Wanna feel the real thing, baby?" She just moaned her assent. "Kathy, if you do…" he hissed in her ear, "you'll ask me to fuck you."
"Mmmmh," Kathy moaned into his mouth. "I planned on that the minute I saw you, Matt."
"Uhhhhhhhhhh! Unnnggghhh!!" Anthony grunted his obvious satisfaction loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh fuck me, little Miss China Doll…honey, you are exquisite." His words of praise were drowned out by the sounds of all three women sucking and now swallowing their creamy loads along with Margie.
Matt kissed the ravishing little blonde again and then held her away. "Go talk to my father…tell him what you want and I'll go see what your fiancé thinks. Then we'll see, Kath."
Matt pushed her tight round ass towards his father who had caught his eye earlier with a wink and a nod. Matt dug a $100 bill out of his pocket and handed it to the tall ebony waiter. "Excellent work, my friend! My beautiful sister was right about you, huh?" Everyone laughed and the whole room seemed to relax. Anthony waived his long arms over the food and drinks, told everyone to enjoy themselves and to call him when they were through; and with that he disappeared out the front door.
Matt pulled Margie up to her feet – they hugged each other so close as they kissed deeply and passionately. "You were such a *hot slut*, lover…perfectly done…" his lips planted kisses all over her neck as he whispered to her, "so proud, *Mai Ling, wo ai ni…*I love you." |
Don't Date the Bitch in Apartment 23 Ch. 03 | 7,882 | 4.55 | 1,814,393 | [
"chloe",
"june",
"rim",
"spanking",
"anal",
"strap-on",
"roomate",
"girlfriend",
"love",
"television"
] | Disclaimer: I do not own Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
\*\*\*\*\*
The second that Chloe and June got through the door of Apartment 23 they were all over each other, as was the new norm between them. But it seemed especially true tonight, which wasn't all that surprising. Not because it was their first official date in Chloe was feeling romantic.
June could have laughed at the thought. No, she had deliberately upset her girlfriend, and now she was going to get punished for it. Which shouldn't have been appealing, and June had certainly never deliberately upset a lover before, and she had certainly never imagined doing it as a way to push her lover to be rough with her. But then again, everything was different with Chloe.
"Are you ready to get punished?" Chloe growled into June's ear the second she broke the kiss, before biting down on that ear.
Which of course made June cry out, then grin as Chloe quickly switch to licking and sucking her ear, and then her neck, meaning that when June finally replied it came out as a moan, "Yes."
"Convince me." Chloe pushed.
"I am, ohhhhhh, I'm ready to be punished." June groaned, her voice way sexier than it ever had been before.
"Are you sorry?" Chloe almost whispered in her ear.
"No." June grinned wickedly.
Quickly pulling back so they were face to face Chloe just stared at June for a few seconds, clearly trying to look angry when in fact she looked proud, especially as she promised, "You will be."
Chloe's hands had been sliding all over June's body since they got out of the cab, so June thought nothing of it when those hands moved upwards. That turned out to be a mistake as suddenly there was a ripping sound, followed by a lot more as Chloe's hands went haywire. Honestly June was so shocked it took her a few long minutes to even register what was happening, and then realisation hit her like a freight train.
Chloe ripping her dress off. Literally. The beautiful expensive dress that Chloe had bought for her was initially been torn apart. If anyone else had done that it would be horrifying, but because it was Chloe doing it June felt like she was in one of those cheesy romance novels that she loved, which made her swooned. Besides, that dress had been super uncomfortable and she had only worn it for Chloe. Who would probably buy her another one.
Once the dress was in tatters Chloe forced June to turn around, kneel down behind her, grabbed her butt and growled, "I love this ass!"
"Yeah, I noticed." June blushed a little, but mostly grinned.
Ignoring her girlfriend Chloe got down to some serious butt groping, squeezing and pinching June's ass like a butcher with a piece of meat, then Chloe eventually growled like June hadn't said anything, "But now I'm going to fuck it up! Mmmmmm yeahhhhhhh, I'm going to fuck it up real bad. Then I'm just going to fuck it."
As Chloe laughed and smacked her ass roughly just after saying that June let out a little whimper of apprehension, and then asked, "Should, should we maybe talk about safe words?"
"Safe words are for pussies." Chloe growled.
With those worrying words Chloe jumped to her feet, grabbed June by the hair and dragged her into their bedroom. June actually considered struggling out of Chloe's grip, and insisting they agree upon a safe word if they were going to do something more BDSM than the gentle spankings that Chloe had been giving her before.
But it was this inpatient, dangerous part of Chloe she was so attracted too. Ha, after all these years June finally was dating a bad boy. Only it was a bad girl, and she was badder than any of the bad boys. Or at least more crazy. So for better or worse June allowed herself to be manhandled into the bedroom she shared with Chloe and then was forced over her girlfriend's knee.
There was a pause for a long few moments, then Chloe gently rested a hand down against June's ass cheeks. She left it there for quite a while, then Chloe began to grope June's butt again, clearly drawing this out. Which was just fine with June. She wasn't in a hurry to get spanked. At least not when Chloe was in this mood.
Then again, the anticipation it turned out to be almost as worse as the spanking. Or at least June assumed it would be. She was so wound up to the point of jumping when Chloe suddenly grabbed hold of her underwear, and began slowly pulling it down to reveal her vulnerable little butt, then pushing them off the rest of the way while expertly removing her bra with the other hand, leaving June completely naked and exposed.
Chloe was stretching this out because she knew the anticipation of something was far more torturous than any other punishment in this world. She knew particularly from pining over June for months, which was unlike her. Chloe didn't pine, she took. She took the things she wanted, and damn the consequences, because life was too short.
But things were just different with June. With June she had been scared. Scared of just how hard and quickly she fell for her, and just how bad she wanted her. Which was crazy, because she had seen hotter women, but something about June just drove her nuts. And here was her chance to punish June for it.
"Remember, you asked for this." Chloe said softly and unconvincingly before finally beginning the spanking.
To start Chloe lifted her hand high in the air and then brought it down as hard as she could, getting the most adorable little squeak out of June. She then repeated this process, a few times consistently, but sometimes she would keep her hand in the air for quite a while before finally bringing it down on the soft flesh beneath her.
Then after a few strikes she went back to groping, and spanking, then groping, and spanking, then groping and so on. Partly because she wanted to warm June up before letting her have everything she was capable of. But mostly because it was fun, which was Chloe's main reason for doing just about anything.
Of course inevitably she would increase the force of the blows, at first just a few random smacks to let June know that it was coming, then she started minimising the amount of time between spanks. Sadly that meant decreasing the amount of time she was groping June's ass, but Chloe promised herself she would make up for that later.
Besides, she was still having her way with that ass, just in a very different way. A way which made June let out the most adorable little cries over and over again as Chloe showed her who's boss, especially when there was finally no pause whatsoever in between each blow, announcing that the rough butt beating had begun.
While those cries were adorable they were also a little heartbreaking. It was almost enough to make Chloe feel guilty. Or at least it would have if June's butt cheeks hadn't been jiggling so invitingly. And turning a gorgeous shade of red now that the real ass pounding was underway. At least as far as the outside of June's ass was concerned.
The inside of it would be pounded soon enough, something they were both very much looking forward too, but for now June was receiving this punishment she so richly deserved, and being reminded that in their relationship Chloe was in charge at all times, and June was her bitch.
June didn't need reminding of that fact, but despite her squeals of pain she did enjoy it. Sure, it wasn't her favourite way that Chloe regularly reminded her of their roles, but there was just something so wonderfully naughty about being spanked like a disobedient child. Especially when she was bending over Chloe's knee like this.
Which thankfully her own parents had never done. Because they hadn't ever needed too June enjoyed this feeling of naughtiness to its entirety, and of course the feeling pleasing Chloe, which June craved more than she'd ever craved anything before in her life. Honestly she prefered the gentle spanking in the beginning, because it was her best chance to savour those feelings.
She clung to them as things became increasingly unpleasant, or just really painful and embarrassing. Both of which was part of the charm, but they became especially noticeable when Chloe started using force, mostly for the obvious reason, but also because being roughly spanked over her girlfriend's knee made June's pussy wet.
Which of course made her cheeks flushed bright red, especially when Chloe obviously became aware of the wetnesses against her thigh, cackled with wicked delight, and then started to somehow increase the force of the spanking even more. Which just restarted the cycle all over again.
Luckily just as it was becoming too much Chloe abruptly stopped and began softly cooing and gently groping June's butt again, caressing at least some of the pain away. Then without any warning, other than the fact that she'd done this before, Chloe turned her around so that June was sitting on her lap and kissed her.
Of course being forced to put any weight on her now very sore butt cause June to cry out, which naturally Chloe took full advantage of as she shoved her tongue into her girlfriend's open mouth. Not that June really minded Chloe using her sneaky ways to get the upper hand like this, which she showed by kissing her back just as roughly once she had recovered from her initial shock.
After a minute or two of that rough kissing Chloe pulled back slightly and against June's lips, "Bend over! I wanna get me a piece of that corn-fed ass."
"Where?" June asked with a grin, even though she was pretty sure she knew the answer.
Sure enough she was right, Chloe glaring slightly as she clarified, "On the bed. I want you on your hands and knees so I can take you like the bitch you are."
"Really? I thought you were the bitch in apartment 23." June cheeked, not for the first time.
"Oh we both know who the real bitch is around here." Chloe pointed out with a wicked smirk, "But as always, I'm more than happy to remind you."
"Mmmmm, please do." June grinned, finally doing as she was told.
As soon as June had got off of her Chloe immediately retrieved one of her strap-on dildos from her toy collection, this one perhaps even bigger than the ones she had been using lately, which was really saying something. Thankfully she also retrieved a bottle of lubricant, as usual Chloe making a big show of strapping on the cock and then coating it with the lube while June grinned with glee.
She did this directly in front of her, before moving around the bed so she could get in position behind June, at which point Chloe paused for a second to admire her handiwork, which made June blush a little, but it also led to her wiggling her butt at Chloe as a way to encourage her to abuse her ass some more. As if she needed it.
Chloe thought the same thing when it happened. That she was minding her own business, just trying to enjoy how beautifully red June's butt looked after it spanking, especially compared to the creamy flawlessness which was the rest of her skin, and then June just started teasing her with that ass.
What could she possibly do but retaliate? Retaliate in this case being burying her face between June's butt cheeks and sliding her tongue over her cute little back hole, making her girlfriend let out the most adorable little gasp, quickly followed by a long drawn-out moan of pure pleasure as Chloe then began lapping away at her most forbidden orifice.
In the past Chloe had been big on receiving rim jobs because they were naughty and they just felt so good, but she hadn't actually dished out that many. Things were different with June. Everything was different with June, her stupid feelings pushing her to do things Chloe wouldn't normally do.
It might be those feelings clouding her judgement, but Chloe swore that she just had the cutest little butt hole which was practically made to be licked. And more importantly fucked. But she would get there soon enough. For now she just concentrated on giving her precious June a long drawn-out rim job, making her girlfriend constantly let out the most wonderful moans in the process.
While enjoying that wonderful soundtrack Chloe rubbed her face in that cute little butt before moving her hands up so she could pull those cheeks apart and get her tongue deeper into that ass. And that was before she even started officially tongue fucking it. Yes, this was really just getting better access, Chloe taking full advantage of that by beginning to swirl her tongue around that puckered hole as well as up and down it.
Then finally she pushed her tongue as deep as it would go into June's butt, which was pretty far thanks to the regular poundings she had been giving it, and then began thrusting that tongue in and out, even at one point jacking her head back and forth like she was in a metal concert.
Part of Chloe wanted to do that for hours as a way to punish June, but she just couldn't wait that long to give her girlfriend a proper ass fucking. So after a few minutes of pounding that ass with her tongue Chloe swapped her tongue for her fingers, pushing first one and then two of those digits into June's most intimate hole, which thanks to saliva and the lube was pretty easy.
She then pump those fingers in and out, and up and down, and even twirled them around inside June's ass. Whatever it took to stretch out that little fuck hole. Then she pulled her fingers out, slapped that ass and grabbed a firm hold of her cock so she could aim it against her target.
Of course Chloe also ordered, "Spread your cheeks! Mmmmm yeahhhhh, show me that cute little bitch hole I love to fuck."
June obeyed without hesitation, her hands shooting to her cheeks so she could slowly pull them apart and expose her vulnerable holes just like Chloe had trained her to do. She was then waiting a surprisingly long few seconds to slide her cock up and down her ass crack, teasing June so much she actually opened her mouth to complain.
But as soon as she did Chloe pushed forward, meaning that the only sound out of June's mouth was of pure pleasure as her girlfriend anally penetrated her with one hard thrust and then just left the head of the strap-on inside her butt for several long seconds. Which was mostly a good thing as it gave June a chance to relax and get used to it, but she had no doubt this was mostly for Chloe's enjoyment.
It was the same story when Chloe finally started stuffing her butt with more strap-on cock. After months with daily ass fuckings, and normally multiple ass fuckings each day, June's now well trained butt was used to this kind of treatment and could take it much harder and faster than this.
Yet even during the frequent times that Chloe sodomised her in public her evil roommate insisted on a slow anal penetration so she could savour 'forcing' this ultra forbidden act upon the sweet and innocent June Corbin. Which was a little annoying, but at times like this June chose to concentrate on the good things about the slow butt stuffing.
Like despite how much she might swear otherwise this was a sign of just how much Chloe cared about her and didn't want to hurt her. And how much this incredibly twisted act please Chloe, which was what June craved to do above all else. But perhaps most importantly June just loved everything about getting ass fucked.
Which was crazy. Or more accurately just another crazy thing about her new life. Because she had been so distinctly convinced she would hate this unnatural use of her body, yet she was almost as responsible for how regularly she was sodomised, both indirectly by wearing tight clothes and bending over a lot, and directly by whispering dirty things into Chloe's ear.
Perhaps the most humiliating part was that June even enjoyed the uncomfortable stretching of her rectum as it struggled to remember it was Chloe's personal fuck passage, and the fact that she got off on such humiliation.
Part of it was because of the promise of greater pleasure to come, and the whole thing made her feel like a giant slut, but honestly June just enjoyed it because she was so utterly and completely submitting to Chloe.
Of course it had nothing on the overwhelming pleasure that came when she finally had that cock completely up her butt were it belonged and Chloe was using her like the greedy little anal whore she had become, June first beginning to cry out with pure pleasure, then she used her words.
Chloe loved nothing more than to watch June's cute little butt hole taking her dick, especially when her sweet, delicate snowflake was spreading her cheeks to provide the perfect display of that poor little forbidden hole stretching for her strap-on.
It was practically enough to make Chloe drool with lust and delight, the brunette unable to take her eyes off that wonderful sight throughout anally penetrating the blonde, or when the sodomy officially got underway.
The only real pause was Chloe closing her eyes and letting out a little whimper when her thighs finally came to rest against June's butt cheeks, announcing that she had buried the full length of her cock deep within the bowels of the other girl.
That pause was brief, Chloe opening them again and growling as she began to pump her hips back and forth, meaning she got to watch her dick pumping in and out of June's ass hole while her precious roommate's sounds of enjoyment became increasingly loud.
Which was really saying something, because it sounded deafening in the mostly silent room before, but now they alone would have been enough to make Chloe grinned sadistically. And then to make things even better June started to literally tell her how much she was loving being butt fucked, and how much she loved Chloe, and most importantly of all how she wanted more.
"Oh Chloe! Fuck me Chloe, mmmmm, fuck my ass!" June moaned happily, "I love it up the ass. I can't believe how much I love it up the ass. Oooooooh yesssssss, oh Chloe, you made me love it! Love it up my ass! Ohhhhhh fuck, you remember baby? How nervous I was when you popped my anal cherry? I made such a fuss, but now I wish I bent over and spread my cheeks like this on the first day I moved in. Oooooooh yeahhhhhhhh, mmmmm, I wish on my very first day in Apartment 23, in our Apartment, I bent over and gave you the hole that was always meant to be yours. Oh God Chloe, I love it when you fuck that ass! I love it so much! Oh God, and I love you. Oh Chloe, I love you so much, mmmmm yesssssss, fuck my ass, oooooooohhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeessssssss, fuck me!"
If it had been anyone else the declarations of love would have been a total moment killer, and under other circumstances Chloe would pretend they were. But not whenever she was butt fucking June. No, she couldn't pretend to hate those words, because she was too busy not tearing June's ass hole apart with every ounce of her strength.
Of course that would bring a premature end to this wonderful heaven, and Chloe wasn't ready for that. And she never would be. Because this was her idea of pure heaven, not only having sex with June, but doing it in such a twisted and kinky way. A way which June would have never considered before getting together with her.
Perhaps more importantly it was showing June who was boss. Cementing the fact that in their relationship Chloe was very much the dominant top, and June was the submissive little bottom who took it in her bottom.
Oh yes, June was taking it in her corn-fed bottom, Chloe still transfixed by her strap-on pumping in and out of her girlfriend's most forbidden of holes, which was still on perfect display thanks to June spreading her cheeks and proving just how good she looked when she was face down.
And proving that she was Chloe's bitch. A bitch's bitch. Oh yes, Chloe might be the bitch of Apartment 23, but June was her bitch, the bitch's bitch of Apartment 23, which suddenly became vital for Chloe to remind June of that fact.
"Take it! Take it bitch! Mmmmm yeahhhhhh, take it in your corn-fed ass!" Chloe taunted gleefully, occasionally smacking June's ass to emphasise her words, especially towards the end, "Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh, take it like the bitch you are! Oooooooh yeahhhhhh, I might be the Bitch in Apartment 23, but you're the other kind of bitch. I'm awesome, and you're just a submissive little slut. My slut! Mmmmm yesssss, you're just my submissive little butt slut! My fucking ass whore! My anal loving bitch! Oh yeah June, tell me what you are! Tell me you're my bitch! A bitch's bitch! The Bitch's Bitch in Apartment 23! Fucking say it bitch!"
"Yes! I'm your bitch! I'm a bitch's bitch! The Bitch's Bitch in Apartment 23!" June cried out, in between yelps of pain as Chloe practically spanked her again, this time while butt fucking her, "I am so your bitch!"
"And the rest!" Chloe demanded.
"I'm... I'm your submissive little slut!" June parroted, struggling to remember what Chloe had said, "I'm your submissive little butt slut! Your fucking ass whore! Your anal loving bitch! Ohhhhhh Gooooodddddd, I'm anything you want me to be. I'm yours Chloe, oooooooh fuck, all yours!"
"Damn right you are! Mmmmm, especially this ass!" Chloe grinned, smacking June's ass extra hard, "That's mine, right?"
"Yes! Yesssssssss, mmmmmm fuck, my ass is yours! All yours!" June moaned, "Mmmmmm, you own my ass! It's yours to fuck whenever you want. Mmmmm, my butt hole is your personal fuck hole."
"That's because you're mine, and your corn-fed ass was made for fucking!" Chloe growled, "Say it!"
"My, my corn-fed ass was made for fucking." June whimpered.
"Good, now get on all fours like the bitch you are and bounce that ass back at me." Chloe ordered smiling as June obeyed, and then chuckling as she obeyed her next orders, "Mmmmm yeahhhhhh, that's a good little doggy. Now bark for me. Bark for your owner you little bitch! Ooooooh yeahhhhhhh June, prove that you're my little bitch by acting like a little bitch! Oh God June, that's it! Oh fuck!"
June was only too happy to take her hands off her cheeks, lift herself up onto all fours and start pushing herself back against the invading thrusts. To be fair, even the prudish version of herself would have happily done that, albeit with a man's penis inside her vagina instead of her girlfriend's strap-on in her ass.
But she would have never said those things about herself before, and certainly not barked and panted like a dog, which should have been weird and off-putting, but somehow it wasn't. At least for June.
Which was a testament to how much Chloe had broken her. Or fixed her, depending on your perspective. Either way this perverted humiliation only added to her pleasure, and at least in this blissful moment, June was completely shameless about it.
Sure, there were still times when she was embarrassed, like when her parents came to visit, and Chloe told them with a smile on her face how she likes it up the ass, and June can take her biggest strap-ons up there. But even that humiliation had some weirdly positive effect, at least afterwards, and it was more than worth it for the ecstasy June was now feeling.
Or the ecstasy she would feel when Chloe made her cum. Or from just about anything they did together, for that matter, but in this moment it was hard for June to think about anything else but anally induced orgasms, mostly because she was trying to hard not to receive hers early.
Or to beg for them too quickly, as she wanted to enjoy Chloe sodomising her for as long as possible. And more importantly she knew just how much Chloe loved it.
Ultimately though June just couldn't take it any more and she pleaded, "Harder! Please Chloe, ram my ass harder! Mmmmm, slam fuck it as hard as you can! Oh God Chloe, destroy my ass hole! Fucking wreck my corn-fed ass and make me cum! Please? I need it! Oooooooh, I need it now! I need to cum. Please Chloe, make your bitch cum!"
"You wanna cum little doggy, huh?" Chloe taunted, "Mmmmm, then help me. Come on June, slammed that corn-fed ass back at me! Oh fuck, yessssssss, that's it, mmmmmm, I'm going to wreck this ass! You hear me June? I'm going to wreck your little ass hole and leave it gaping wide open! If you don't beat me to it you little whore!"
The moment she had permission June increase the pace of her thrusts, pushing herself right up to the edge of orgasm in what felt like a matter of seconds. Which cause Chloe to laugh cruelly, and provide a little more verbal encouragement as June became increasingly incoherent.
But then just as June thought she was going to have to make herself cum Chloe suddenly exploded with a series of powerful thrusts which sent June crashing over the edge of that powerful climax she had been craving.
Then of course it was quickly followed by another, and another, and another as Chloe effortlessly fucked her through her orgasms and reminded June that her crazy roommate could literally get away with anything and she would still love her.
More importantly for this precious moment, June would be totally devoted to her. Oh yes, June meant every single word she just said, and more. Even the words of ownership. Because it was so wrong, but June felt like she was literally Chloe's property, and in that moment she wanted to be nothing else.
Especially because she knew she was the one piece of property that Chloe truly cared about, and took care of, the thought making her smile widely with twisted happiness. Which was the last coherent thought she had for quite a while as her mind melted away from the intensity of the ecstasy she was receiving, June cumming so much now it felt like one continuous orgasm.
Chloe knew that similar ecstasy awaited her whenever she allowed herself to go over the edge, much like the pleasure she'd received in the past. Except of course, she'd been waiting for partners to get her there, which wasn't even quite equal to the pleasure she was receiving now, and she hadn't even cum yet. God, what had loved done to her?
Because she wanted to believe it was just the extremely kinky sex, but this wasn't close to the physical pleasure she could receive. No, physically this was just her clit being constantly bashed by something within the harness, and maybe the pleasant weight of June's meaty cheeks against her thighs.
Although the pain of putting so much energy into a fuck was tiresome, and she would never have put this much energy into making someone else feel good before.
Of course June had turned her entire world upside down, ending with Chloe relentlessly violating this wonderful woman's ass hole with a giant strap-on just to get them both off. And it was better than anything else she'd ever had with all those people who didn't mean anything to her.
Which was why it felt necessary to Chloe's sanity, or maybe even survival, to drill the idea into June's head that this was where she belonged. This was her rightful place. She was born to be Chloe's personal fuck hole.
Oh yes, June was an orifice for her pleasure, something which gave them both pleasure. That gave them purpose. That gave Chloe purpose. Yes, what went unsaid was that while June belonged to Chloe, Chloe belonged to June just as much. If not more.
That was the thought that went through Chloe's mind when she could no longer hold herself back and she came wonderfully hard. Oh yes, the constant bashing against her clit, the sheer joy of sodomising June and although those thoughts in her head meant it was just too much for Chloe to take in she had the kind of satisfying climaxes that she could only have when anally taking June Colburn.
To be fair part of that was Chloe being able to power through her first climax, and the next ones, continuing to pound June's ass hole even after her girlfriend collapsed in exhaustion. And more impressively, several minutes later when Chloe could no longer keep herself upright and she too collapsed down on top of June's sweaty body.
The moments before that had been truly epic, Chloe finding a second wind as thanks to her firm grip on June's waist her precious girlfriend truly became nothing but an ass for her to fuck as the other girl collapsed face down, Chloe adoring the way that she was keeping June's ass in the air just to get herself off.
But as awesome as she was Chloe didn't have unlimited stamina, and ultimately she was forced to collapse down onto June, and even stop the butt fucking all together. Although it wasn't long after that Chloe began kissing the soft sweaty flesh beneath her, paying extra attention to June's shoulders and neck so she could mark what was rightfully hers, which was a perfect way to end a perfect butt wrecking. That, and a few loving words...
"Who's my bitch!" Chloe growled into June's ear.
"Me. I'm your bitch." June sighed with a blissfully happy smile on her face.
Chloe savoured that response briefly, before demanding, "Prove it."
June then cried out as Chloe suddenly got up onto all fours, pulling the big strap-on dildo out of June's ass in the process, leaving her battered back hole to feel horribly open, empty, and worst of all unloved. Oh God, June was actually missing the feeling of a cock in her ass. She could have never imagined such a thing, but even in her exhaustion June found herself wanting to beg for Chloe to put it back in.
Not to go back to fucking her, just so she could feel Chloe inside her again. And on top of her. And kissing her neck. Yes, June had particularly loved those last two thing. But, knowing what Chloe wanted from her and feeling an overwhelming urge to give it to her after those amazing orgasms, June reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing just how gaped her butt was. Which of course made June blush.
Then June blushed even more as Chloe taunted her, "Mmmmm yeahhhhh, that's a pretty little corn-fed booty which has been put in it's place. Mmmmm, and been reminded of who it belongs too. Ohhhhh yeahhhhh June, you're mine! And now you and your amazing ass knows it!"
To emphasise her words Chloe gave June's butt a firm slap, causing her to cry out again, but then June teased, "I'm a bitch's bitch?"
"Yeah you are!" Chloe giggled with delight, giving June's behind another slap before allowing herself to fall on her back next to her girl and push things even further, "You're my anal loving bitch. And you know what else? You're my ATM loving bitch! Ooooooh yeahhhhhh, get over here bitch! Get over here and go ass to mouth! Mmmmm fuckkkkkk yesssssss!"
Again obeying like the well-trained bitch she was June let go of her cheeks, crawled in between Chloe's legs and wrapped her lips around the dildo which had just pummelled the deepest part of her butt. And then she moaned. She actually fucking moaned from tasting the deepest part of her own butt on a strap-on cock.
God, June still couldn't believe this was her life, and how happy all of this made her. Especially at knowing she was so thoroughly pleasing Chloe, who of course continued gleefully providing commentary and even reached down to stroke June's hair as the once innocent blonde started bobbing her head up and down the ass flavoured dick.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhh, suck it June! Suck my dick!" Chloe laughed wickedly, her eyes fixed to the pretty blonde head in between her legs bobbing up and down her strap-on, "Suck that big dick clean of your own ass cream you nasty little bitch! Yeahhhhhh, get every drop. Mmmmmm, every fucking drop, oooooooh fuckkkkkk! That's so hot and nasty. Where did you learn to be so nasty June, huh? A sweet little corn-fed thing like you? Did someone corrupt you June? Turn you into a dirty little whore? Their whore? Huh? Mmmmmm yeahhhhhh, I bet someone turned you into their cock sucking whore, and I bet they love it."
Just about avoiding the urge to roll her eyes June concentrated on sucking the strap-on. That was easy at first when it was covered with her ass cream, and she was just focusing on the first few inches, as that was easy and gave her a chance to savour the flavour that she had grown to crave.
But very quickly she was bobbing her head up and down on the first half of the dildo, which was now pressing against the back of her mouth and fully clean. Meaning she had the clear choice of quitting while she was ahead, or trying to take more like Chloe had trained her to do, and clearly so desperately wanted. Which Chloe was only too happy to remind her.
"God yes June, deep throat it!" Chloe encouraged gleefully, her grinned becoming almost painfully wide as she gently but firmly pushed down on June's head, "Deep throat my big dick! Take it deep you beautiful woman, oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah, that's it! Take it! Mmmmm, take it down your fucking throat! Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkk, that's my girl! Oh yeah, that's my good little deep throating cock sucker! Oooooooh fuck yeah, suck it! Suck it good while your taking my dick down your little throat. Oh fuck yeah, every inch! Yeahhhhhh, get every single inch down your pretty little throat! Fuck June, I've never been more proud of you."
What was really weird was that June felt proud of herself for it. And in a way, it was a sign of their relationship. Chloe was the one who had taught her to deep throat, after all. Before they got together it wasn't a skill June would have ever needed with her ex-fiancé, but she definitely needed it with the types of dildos that Chloe liked a strap around her waist, including this one, and it was extremely thrilling to be able to take every inch.
Which was a recent development, and June was still choking and gagging violently towards the end, but with a lot of effort she was able to stuff the entire length down her throat, and thus give it a thorough cleaning. Of course while the ass cream itself was enough for a reward June normally got another, and this time was no exception.
That reward was Chloe eventually pulling June up into a kiss, and then in what Chloe thought of as a moment of weakness, whispered against her lips, "God June, I love you."
"Urgh, lady boner killer!" June teased, calling back to how their night began.
"Bitch." Chloe laughed, punching June playfully in the arm.
"Uh-huh." June happily agreed, "I'm a bitch's bitch. And I love you too, bitch." |
Fourth of July | 20,832 | 4.55 | 221,443 | [
"cuban",
"fourth of july",
"cock",
"pussy",
"suck",
"fuck",
"chocha",
"miami",
"panties",
"la perla"
] | A few years ago, coming out of my divorce, I found myself hooked on multiple commitments. If having one woman in love with you was good, how about having two or three or more in love with you? Of course, the answer is that just as the pleasure is multiplied, so is the pain. I would experience the "pain" side of things time and again later that summer, but one Fourth of July weekend I would experience the pleasure, with a perfect alignment of sorts.
Thursday Night: My current lover, we'll call her Contessa, was over at my house the night before, on the 3rd. A tiny, curvaceous dark-haired Mediterranean beauty in her mid-30's, she had small breasts and a round, firm, fuckable ass. We went to bed at the usual hour, but before we fell asleep, my excitement got the better of my and, reaching over, I felt her ass and pulled her towards me. She pushed back against my rapidly hardening cock. My right hand came around her right hip, slowly moving down into her black, see-through panties, pushing them down until I found her dripping, wet pussy. My left hand came up around her neck, pulling her into me, as my right hand pulled down her panties. She helped me, kicking off her panties.
We rolled onto our stomachs and my legs parted hers. With little foreplay, I entered Contessa from behind, my cock splitting her pussy into as I breathed in her sweet, soft dark mane. Quite expressive, Contessa purred with appreciation as I entered, lifting her hips up off the bed to match my thrusts. I held her down as I pumped her, completely enveloping her petite frame, all the while thinking about tomorrow's planned activities, and when I couldn't take any more. I exploded inside of her.
My cock still inside of Contessa , we fell asleep. I knew that sharing my precious bodily fluids might sap some of my strength on Friday, but the sexual energy was high
Friday morning – No. 1: We awoke at roughly the same time. Eschewing morning ablutions, we lay in bed for awhile. At length, Contessa rolled onto me and passionately kissed me. Her legs enveloped mine and she slid onto my cock, riding herself to orgasm. After a few post-coital minutes, Contessa got up and made coffee. I gathered that she had planned on spending the day with me, but I had other plans. Contessa grudgingly complied. We showered and parted ways.
It was a beautiful, sunny morning, and I had some time to kill. I cleaned the house and tidied up in by bedroom. I did not change my sheets. At 11:30, I headed off to the airport, my ex-wife, we'll call her Claire, was flying in for the weekend. A little taller than Contessa, Claire was Cuban, with a curvy body, dark hair and coal black eyes. In her late 30's, 5'4", Claire was a study in contrasts, sometimes frumpy and sometimes ditzy, she could sparkle when necessary and was very bright and cunning. Her innocence and wholesomeness belied the fact that she was a horney size-queen with a deep, abiding love of cock, all cock, anytime, anywhere. The bigger the better, but while she preferred a big, thick cock, she rarely said no to any cock that she liked.
No. 2: I was late. Pulling into the discount airline's lane for arrivals, I saw Claire waving to me. She was wearing hip hugger slacks and a silk multicolored, long-sleeved blouse and sunglasses. I pulled up and unlocked the doors. She opened the back doors and threw her overnight bag in the back and then climbed into the front seat. We greeted each other with a long hug and plenty of deep kisses. I noticed that her blouse was opened to expose her ample breasts and I could smell her perspiration and perfume. My hands explored her body, nonverbally cuing her to my continued interest in her. We were no longer together; I no longer possessed her. Still, the passion continued unabated.
I pulled out of the lane and, headed toward the on-ramp to the toll-road; I reached over and unbuttoned her slacks to expose her semi-transparent, multicolored panties, and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. She was no longer my wife. I didn't care who saw her, I cared only that she was going to suck and fuck me hard and often. Having long since gotten over the pain and humiliation of the slow-motion wreck that had been the end of our marriage, I objectified her as nothing more than a hot and willing piece of ass. What her views were, I no longer cared.
Looking at me longingly, she massaged my cock through my jeans. Stopping to check her voice messages at home in Miami and on her cell, Claire paused to call the Panamanian, her lover at the time, to assure him that she was well, but that she was traveling to Tampa or Orlando to visit relatives for the weekend. Claire didn't need a jealous lover flying into Miami wondering where she was or who she was doing.
When we pulled onto the toll-road, she unbuckled her seat belt and reached over to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. Claire pulled out my cock and, never taking her eyes off of it, reached down with right hand and gathered up the pre-cum forming on the tip and licked it off of her fingers. She then bent down and began sucking me off.
I'm not sure when this started, but for years whenever one of use met the other at airport, she would suck me off on the drive home (or to the hotel, or wherever). This time was no different. I pulled over to the right lane and set the cruise control to the speed limit. As she worked my cock in her mouth, she made sure that the shaft was drenched in pre-cum and saliva. She licked up and down the shaft several times and even sucked on my balls. Then she swirled her tongue along the tip of my cock, tasting the accumulating pre-cum. Soon, her head was bobbing up and down my shaft, her right hand also working the shaft. I pushed Claire's pants down and felt her round, soft ass in my hand. Sometimes, Claire would look up at me to make sure that I was happy, but most of the time, her eyes were either closed or intently focused on my cock. I alternated among her ass, her sopping wet pussy, and her pendulous breasts as we traveled down the toll-road. My mind went back and forth, from Thursday night, to the morning, to what Claire was doing to my cock, to what was, I hoped, going to happen later.
At some point, I knew that I had passed the point of no return. Claire could tell. I began thrusting into her mouth, my bare ass lifting of the seat, as she quickened the pace of her sucking. I looked around to see who might be watching, but surprisingly, this time, no one was. In a rush of thoughts, most of them centered on the chocha cubana sucking my cock, I exploded in her mouth, shooting spasm after spasm of cum into her throat. Claire took it all, never changing speed, never gagging. She swallowed every drop and then slowly licked my cock clean. Pleased with her work, she hugged me and then returned to telling me about the latest in her life.
The rest of the drive home was uneventful. When we got there, I grabbed Claire's bag and escorted her down to my den and bedroom. We French-kissed and I stripped the blouse from her, followed by her slacks. She was wearing a matching bra and panty set. I remarked to myself that her Panamanian lover had had a greater influence on style than I had had. Her dark brown hair had highlights, she had a French nails, and she regularly had a Brazilian wax. The see-through panties gave a beautiful view of a well-maintained (but well-used) landing strip. I moved her over to the bed and we collapsed on it, groping each other and kissing deeply. I slipped them off of her and entered her. Her wide, wet pussy was comforting. I hoped I would have the strength to make it to the end of the day, but I could not pass up the opportunity to fuck this woman. Rolling about in different couplings without ever pulling out of her, we fucked for 30 to 45 minutes before I came in her.
No. 3: I thought of showering, but decided otherwise. I wanted the smell of other pussy on me as I went to pick up my next lover of the day. On my way I thought what Lynn might do when she saw me. She was in her mid-30's, tall – 5'9", blonde and blue-eyed, with pert breasts, boyish hips and a woman's rounded ass. She was a lobbyist, bright, loved to fuck and suck, and very passionate, which was good and bad. Having experience both sides of her emotional spectrum, I had mixed feelings about maintaining a relationship, but her pussy kept drawing me back to her, long after I knew that any relationship with her was unwise.
I drove back into town and pulled up to her East Capitol Street condo. She came out shortly, elegantly dressed with a simple, yet expensive sheath covering her lavender La Perla lingerie. Her legs were bare and she wore open-toed sandals. She stepped into my vehicle and gave me a long, wet kiss. Lynn had formidable charms and when she turned them on, men were powerless.
We drove over to my offices and she made small talk along the way. I hiked up her dress and fingered her pussy with my right hand, knowing I would have to shake hands with some of her friends later on that day. We got to my offices and went up to my office. I locked the doors and turned on the radio. We had some time to kill before the pre-party and then onto the Fourth of July party to watch fireworks on the Mall. After a few beers, I called her over to me and instructed Lynn to kneel in front of me. She complied and gave me a deep kiss. I reached over and unbuckled my pants. She needed no further invitation, unzipping my pants, and pulling my cock out through my boxers. Lynn's cocksucking was different from Claire's. Not as adept, but clearly enthusiastic. When we first began seeing each other, she had not swallowed afterwards, preferring to let my cum run down the shaft. After hearing of my preference for a woman who swallowed, she obliged and in time came to enjoy finishing me off in her mouth and then swallowing me whole.
I caressed the side of her head with my left hand as I drank my beer. After a while, I put my beer down and motioned to my desk. She walked over to my glass-topped desk and backed into it. Hiking her dress up higher, she reached down and gently pulled her panties off, sliding them daintily over her ass, letting them slip to her ankles, and then kicking them off with her feet. I dropped my pants and approached her, my cock at attention pointing up. Pushing her against my desk, I lifted one leg up so that I could enter her pussy. She raised her ass a few inches, balancing on the desk and pulled me deep into her pussy. We kissed as I thrust into her for five or ten minutes, before I pulled out and told her to bend over the desk. Lynn was into spanking and authoritarian fucking. I smacked her ass hard. She yelped and reached back to pull her ass apart. Lynn wanted no part of her to hinder my cock from going as deep into her pussy as possible – she loved getting fucked from behind. I gave her what she wanted, fucking her hard as I pulled her long blonde hair and smacked her ass roughly. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh god, fuck me!" she repeated over and over
Boring of this, stopped and told her to take off her dress. She turned so that I could unzip her dress. It slipped off of her body. Now wearing nothing but her expensive sandals, she dropped to the carpet, on her back and waited for me. I climbed on top of her and entered her again. My cock, somewhat sore from the day's previous eruptions, remained hard and enthused. I pounded Lynn, her gorgeous, long legs straight up in the air, her moans filling my office and, finally, my jism spewing forth in an eruption, rivulets of which ran down the crack of her ass onto the carpet.
Lynn picked up her panties, excused herself, and went into my personal restroom, where she dressed and freshened up. I commanded her to leave my cum inside of her. I wanted to know that for the rest of the day, her panties would be soaked with my semen, her inner thighs covered with my dried cum.
We left the offices and walked the short distance to the party. Lynn had secured tickets and we found ourselves on the South Lawn, watching the fireworks. The rest of the date was uneventful. We drove back to Lynn's condo and she thanked me for the wonderful evening. She commented about how well-fucked she was and gave me a long parting kiss before running to the doors of her building.
I had a few more hours in the day and Claire was waiting for me.
Friday Night, No. 2 redux: Arriving home, I found Claire in my bed waiting for me. I poured myself a Scotch and went downstairs to see her. Our divorce had been amicable, which is to say, still painful but we continued to see and sleep with each other, for a while at least. What her motivations were never were clear to me. Perhaps it was love, perhaps longing, perhaps lust. When we did spend time together it was always pleasant.
Claire had watched the festivities on television. She knew that I had had a date with Lynn and knew that I couldn't break it. She knew about Contessa as well. Now, as I finished my Scotch, I was going to tell her about the day's events.
As we lay in bed, I kissed her held her closely. She was wearing a simple satin slip, one I had given her when we were married. I toyed with her breasts. Low-slung and full, they looked and felt great. Best of all were her nipples. Like all Hispanic women I knew, she had large areola and when her nipples hardened, they were like pencil erasers. Her breasts were very sensitive and she loved having them stroked and kissed and sucked. I did all three to her as I began telling her about the day's events. Mounting her, my cock split apart her pussy lips as I described how I had fucked Contessa in the same spot where Claire lay, her pussy juices running down her ass and onto the sheets, just as Contessa's had done. Then I thanked her for the magnificent cocksucking on the ride home. Finally, I described every bit of my time with Lynn. As I got to the end of the stories, I began thrusting faster and deeper. Claire's eyes closed and she began to moan I recounted other lays in the past weeks on that bed too, but none of them, I confessed made me come as deep or has I hard as she did. Claire screamed out as she orgasmed over and over. I came too, my angry cock throbbing in pleasure and pain, lacking sufficient fluid to ejaculate into her sopping wet pussy.
On that night, all the fireworks had been good. I would learn later about the dangers of having more than one girlfriend at a time, both from Contessa and Lynn, but Claire, if she had any complaints, never shared them with me. |
Bed of Rose's Ch. 03 | 68,112 | 4.84 | 173,520 | [
"mrs webb",
"rose managed",
"soccer fields",
"rose picked",
"equal share",
"dildo legs",
"rose mother",
"half house",
"property house",
"charlotte body"
] | *Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. Also, this is the third part of an ongoing story. For this to make more sense, I advise reading "Bed of Roses" parts one and two. I hope you enjoy the story.*
\------------- -----------------
**Part 3: Counting Flowers on the Wall**
\------------- -----------------
Rose McGuire was still somewhat amazed by the simple things that captivated her those days. She had been staring at a series of green vines and assorted flowers that had been painted on the wall of her cellar-apartment by the beautiful blonde girl sleeping next to her. It was hard to make out details by the ghostly light emitted by the television and its electric snow. Charlotte had thought it would be a great way of "livening up" the place, and Rose had discovered that there were very few things she would refuse the young woman. She glanced down and softly kissed her lover on the forehead after brushing her hair out of the way. Charlotte was curled up with her head on Rose's chest, snoring lightly. It had only been four months since the young woman who she had known in high school had come looking for her. She and Rose had played high school soccer together until Rose got kicked off the team when it was discovered she was a lesbian. Apparently, the young woman was also gay, and had wanted Rose to be her first "experience." But Rose had switched schools, and Charlotte had lost track of her until a casual sighting of Rose wandering the woods above the college soccer fields. Charlotte had contrived the situation under which the two of them had been reintroduced. Charlotte had discovered that Rose was a tow-truck driver (at that time), and had arranged for her car to have problems where Rose would be the person most likely to be called. They had quickly bonded as friends, and became lovers shortly after that.
While fairy-tale like in many respects, their relationship hadn't been without its problems. After outing herself to her parents, Charlotte had been asked to bring Rose over for a family dinner, which Rose left in tears. Charlotte's mother had been as friendly as a starving hyena. While Rose had received a written apology, it had been empty and everyone involved knew it. Rose got along great with Charlotte's father though. He had helped her get a job at an upscale auto garage and sales lot where she got to restore custom cars. She was earning good money at it and loved her work. She had even put off the idea of opening her own garage for a while. She wasn't in a rush anymore.
Charlotte had come over that evening (she came over most evenings when she wasn't on the road with her college soccer team) and had insisted on doing the painting. She had painted one set of vines in an outline of a human body and had used Rose as her model. She insisted on Rose being nude. That particular session of painting hadn't lasted long before the two were in bed together. They were physically quite different. Rose was definitely the "butch" of the two, though she was still highly feminine. She was muscular and toned with bright red hair that she had traditionally kept in a flowing mohawk. She had let her hair start growing out again and had trimmed down the mohawk, moving towards a more business-acceptable look. Charlotte had medium-length blonde hair with were always kept in pigtails. She had big blue eyes and an angelic face. She had well-rounded curves and warm, smooth skin. She liked cute clothes, whereas Rose went for practical denim or tight leather. In high school, Rose had been seen as the "discontent" or "troublemaker," while Charlotte had been the "good girl" and the "all-American sweetheart." Well, the sweetheart belonged to the troublemaker, and she wasn't always a good girl. They had made love several times that day, causing the painting to go slowly. And with each vine and flower Rose looked at, a moment of that day flitted across her memory.
"You should be sleeping," came a voice from beneath a mop of blonde hair. "You have to work tomorrow."
"I thought you WERE asleep," responded Rose.
"Your breathing isn't as smooth when you're awake. Make's it harder for me to sleep. If you couldn't sleep, you should have woken me up. We could have talked . . ." said Charlotte, holding Rose closer, " . . . or snuggled."
"Snuggling leads to other things sweetie, and you have class in the morning." But Rose's heart wasn't in her argument. When Charlotte had started stirring, the sheet got pulled back and her beautiful, large breasts came into view.
"Class doesn't start until 9:30, and I'm fairly close to campus already. And since I'm awake now, I need you to tire me out." She started kissing Rose's neck.
"Goodness girl, do you ever think about anything else?" Moan.
"Yes, but I've been trying to cut back." Her lips made their way up Rose's chins until they in were in place for a long, slow kiss. "C'mon, just a quickie? I promise I'll be good after that."
"Don't you dare," responded Rose as she grabbed the warm flesh of one of Charlotte's breasts.
"I thought you'd see things my way." Her hand drifted down to Rose's sex garden and a finger slipped between the two lips. She just let it work its way back and forth as Rose's mound started swelling and her moisture level increased. Then she brought a second finger into the picture, fucking Rose with her miniature cock. Rose had no choice but to reciprocate, and soon they were just lying next to each other and humping on another's hand while kissing each other's faces, necks and lips.
It was one of those rare situations where they felt no need to break into Rose's bag of sex toys. They weren't rushing anything. They simply loved the feeling of being with each other and in each other, even in that small way. The tempo of their respective fingerings increased, as did their kissing rate. It only took five minutes before they brought each other to simultaneous orgasm. They were both so spent from the days activities that they didn't have much left, but they enjoyed the sensation just the same. The were pressed tightly together, almost as if wanted to share their pleasure with their partner and wishing some of it could be transferred through their skin.
"Now go to sleep," said Charlotte, placing her head back on Rose's chest.
"Whatever you say," whispered Rose. And finally sleep took them both.
\----------------------- ------------------------------
As is the case in many peoples lives, things got complicated at the very moment they seemed to be perfect. Such was the case in Rose's life. When she got home from work the next day, there was a sheriff's car in her driveway. She recognized Deputy Smith right away. He was a good cop who checked in periodically to make sure she was okay. Initially it was because he had hoped to get her into bed, but he had quickly transitioned into the role of ‘friend' when he found out she was gay. He was one of her only friends, besides Charlotte, who wasn't involved in the automotive industry.
"What's up?" she asked, noting the somber look on his face.
"I've got some bad news, Rose."
Panic flooded her mind. She was afraid something had happened to Charlotte.
"Your father is dead."
Rose felt a sense of elation, followed by guilt. While she didn't think much of her father, she didn't mean to downplay his death. She was just happy it wasn't her girlfriend. "What happened?" she asked calmly.
"Single-vehicle drunk driving accident down in Florida."
"Doesn't surprise me. Anyone else hurt?"
"No." The officer looked confused. "You don't seem to upset."
"Dan," she started, "I haven't seen my father in over six years. He ran off with some bimbo and stuck me with my mother."
"Has she been told?"
"I have no idea. I haven't seen her in three years. My family has a tendency to run off."
Dan was stunned. "Well, I'm sorry anyway. Let me know if you need anything."
"Thanks, but I'll be okay." At that moment, Charlotte's little blue Volkswagon Beetle pulled up the drive. She approached Rose as Dan got back into his patrol car.
"What happened?" she asked.
Rose recited the conversation, and Charlotte listened sympathetically. The blonde girl didn't get all gushy like Dan had apparently been tempted to do. Charlotte was one of the few people who knew Rose's family story, and she knew Rose wouldn't be too devastated.
"So," she continued, "what does it mean regarding the house?"
"I don't know. He didn't have a will or anything. But I've been the one paying taxes and paying bills here. I guess I'll get a hold of a lawyer and see what I should do." Rose was hesitant to ask the next question, but she knew she had to. "Do you think you could talk to your dad and see if there is anyone he would recommend?"
Charlotte understood the trepidation in her lover's voice. Charlotte's father was a judge, and would have lots of connections. It would be easier to ask her mother, a defense lawyer, but Rose would rather crawl across a bed of broken glass before asking for help from Mrs. Webb. Charlotte promised she would ask.
"Want to go bowling or something? I figure you aren't much in the mood for our other favorite activity?"
Rose smiled. The girl may have a one-track mind, but she was at least willing to stop the train every now and then. "Actually, let's just get some groceries and stay in tonight. Maybe watch "CSI" or something."
And that is exactly what they did. The two of them curled up on the floor in front of the television with a bag of heavily buttered popcorn and some sodas and watched their shows. Charlotte actually decided not to stay the night. Her father left for work early in the morning, so it would be easier to catch him if she slept in her own bedroom. Rose missed the presence of her body that night, but knew it was the best course of action.
The next day, Charlotte came by and told Rose that her father would look into finding Rose an attorney, but it might take a while. Things started to return to normal. Rose went to work, Charlotte went to school, and then they came home to each other. It was a few days before Rose was in the right frame of mind for intimacy, but Charlotte's saturating cute-ness wore down her defenses without the girl even trying. A week after the deputy had dropped by, Charlotte was over and had insisted on making breakfast burritos for dinner. The burritos were delightful, but they weren't as nice as Charlotte's outfit. She was wearing skintight terrycloth shorts and a pink tube top. This was what Charlotte liked to wear when she was over at Rose's, and Rose never objected. She looked good enough to eat. As Charlotte did the dishes, Rose went over to her bag of toys and quickly removed her clothing before snapping on her favorite harness and strap-on. It was a seven inch red-jelly dong, and was good for all occasions. She crept up behind Charlotte and place the dong between her legs and up against the crotch of her shorts. She wrapped her arms around the girl's waist so she couldn't turn around.
"Ooh, what do we have here?" asked Charlotte as she reached down and felt the head of the dildo between her legs.
"I just thought that since you've been so patient the last few days that I'd reward you with a good, hard fuck." She was kissing the nape of Charlotte's neck, something which she knew drove the young woman wild. It worked.
"Are you sure? I mean I could . . . Oh God . . . we could wait . . ."
"Do you want to wait?" Rose returned. "Do you want me to do something besides stick this bright red cock into your wet, pink pussy?"
"Nuh . . . No. Please."
"Then ‘shh!'" Rose reached over to the sink and made it so that the water was running cool. She had one of those hose attachments, so she grabbed it and proceeded to soak the front of Charlotte's shirt, and the cool water helped the blonde girl's nipples stand out against the cotton tube top. Rose released the hose and grabbed Charlotte's tits through the shirt. "That's more like it."
"Great," moaned Charlotte. "Now you've gone and gotten me all wet."
"And that's just for starters." Rose retracted one hand so she could push her lover's shorts down past her ass, and was delighted to see she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Now grab the counter, ‘cause I'm taking you to town!" As Charlotte gripped the edge of the sink as if her life depended on it, Rose slipped the head of the dong into Charlotte's inviting slit. She pumped gently at first until her lover was good and wet. Then she grabbed the girl's hips and started pounding away. She scrunched the back of Charlotte's tube top in her fist and used it as a handle. She released the young woman's hips completely and ran her hand around the girl's body, rubbing her clit and mound while she rammed that tight little pussy with her plastic dick. Charlotte pushed her shirt up above her tits in the front so she could tweak her own nipples while she got drilled from behind. Rose decided that Charlotte must have really been aching for sex, because it didn't take long before the blonde girl was cumming all over the plastic invader. She arched her shoulders backward and her arms were actually trembling as she gripped the edge of the sink. Rose wrapped her arms around the beautiful girl's waist to keep her from falling forward. She actually felt the girls juices creep down the dildo and onto her own legs.
"I really don't think you could have waited much longer," whispered Rose into her lover's ear.
"I was about ready to burst. Which I have now done. But it's my turn now, so take that thing off and get on the bed.
Rose turned toward the bed and, after receiving a slap on the ass, moved towards it while removing the harness. She lay on her back, enjoying the feeling of the fan circulating air over her already sweaty skin. Charlotte sauntered over to the back of toys and carried it to the side of the bed. Rose's legs were draped over the side, and Charlotte placed herself between them. She started by kissing and licking Rose's now-swollen mound before moving her tongue down the great divide. Rose had been with women before Charlotte, but none of them could do what the blonde girl could do to her body.
Charlotte licked and sucked for a while, then placed two fingers into Rose's flowerbed, spreading her open and wiggling around. "Now what to do with you?" she murmured. She leaned in a licked Rose's clitoral hood. How do I fuck you while still getting to eat your goodies? I know!" She reached into the back and grabbed another dildo. This one was only six inches long, but it suited her design perfectly. She took one end in her mouth, leaned in and pressed the head between Rose's pussy lips. She pushed inward and when the length of it was inside, she released her mouth's hold on it and licked her way around it with her tongue. Then she grabbed the end with her teeth and pulled it outward.
"God," moaned Rose. "You're the most creative lover I've ever heard of."
"Thmph mvoo." She kept it up for a few minutes, then pulled the dildo out, grabbed it with her hand and positioned the head at Rose's asshole. Rose was an anal fiend, and Charlotte planned on using that. The dong was nice a slick, so she pushed it slowly inward. She loved watching Rose's rosebud spread to accommodate the toy. They had done this often enough that it provided little pain to the redhead, and that pain quickly turned to pleasure. Charlotte left started pumping the dong in and out of her lover's ass while she returned to her oral pleasuring. She concentrated on Rose's clit, but took several opportunities to tease the tender area around the asshole every time it the dildo was on an outward stroke. Then, with one hand working the toy, she brought her fingers from the other hand to bear on Rose's pussy while continuing to tease her clit with her tongue. Rose was completely at the blonde girl's mercy, but there wasn't any place she would rather be. When her orgasm rocked her body, she wrapped her legs around Charlotte's head and held on for dear life. Her lover tried licking up as much girl-cum as she could handle, but she still wound up with her face coated in the stuff.
Rose looked down, and all she could see were those big blue eyes and blond pigtails popping up between her legs. As Charlotte crawled down the length of the bed, she left a drip-trail of Rose's own juices all along the way until Rose was able to taste them on the blonde girl's lips. Then Charlotte looked her straight in the eyes.
"Say it. Please."
Rose pulled the girl's head close until her lips were touching Charlotte's ear. "I love you." Charlotte's body seemed to flush even more and her skin lit up with goose bumps. "I love you so much."
"I love you too." The two of them headed to the shower for their typical post-sex activity, which was to have sex again while in the process of getting cleaned up. But when they were drying off, they heard voices upstairs. Rose looked alarmed. She threw on a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt before grabbing her shotgun (loaded with rock-salt) and headed upstairs. On her way up, she told Charlotte to call the police. Charlotte had put her shorts back on, but was naked from the waste up.
Rose slowly opened the door at the top of the stairs. She saw a man in a three-piece suit standing next to the door, and there seemed to be someone on the other side of him. They were the only ones up there. She moved towards them and leveled her weapon at the man in the suit.
"Hold it. You are trespassing on private property and the police have been called. Get the hell . . ." She stopped in mid-rant. The person on the other side moved around. It was a very tackily dressed woman in her forties. Rose knew that woman.
"Sweetie!" she said with a voice that reeked of alcohol and venom. "Is that any way to greet your mother?"
\----------------------- ------------------------------
The stand off had been tense. Her mother had apparently found out about her "husband's" death and had come up to claim whatever she had coming to her. The man who had come with her was her lawyer, a sleazy man named Robert Jones. Her mother felt she was entitled to everything her husband had left since they had never formerly gotten a divorce. Unfortunately, that meant she had a legitimate claim to the house and the tow-truck, along with other assorted odds and ends.
The police arrived and attempted to diffuse a tense situation. Luckily, Dan Smith was one of the officers who arrived at the scene. Eventually, Rose's mother and her pet rat were told to leave. As far as they were concerned, Rose was the only one who had proof of residency, so if Mrs. McGuire wanted the house, she would have to go to court.
"I plan on doing that." The bitch looked at Rose. "See you soon, DEAR."
Soon, everyone had cleared out except for Deputy Smith and Charlotte. Charlotte had come up the stairs after making the phone call and finishing getting dressed. Rose's mother, Beatrice, had obviously wanted to make some crude comment about her daughter having a woman in the house, but had decided against it. Rose still had her gun in hand at that time.
Dan spoke up first. "Listen, as soon as she proves she is who she claims to be and shows proof of marriage, she'll go to court. At the very least, she'll probably be able to get at least half of anything that technically belonged to your dad."
Rose was sitting on her workout bench, staring at the front door with a blank expression. "All he had, to my knowledge, was this house and that truck. How do you take half of that?"
Dan looked apprehensive. "I've seen some family squabbles over inheritance. One thing that could happen is the court could order his assets be liquidated and the profits be divided somehow amongst surviving family. Particularly since he didn't leave a will."
"But I don't want half! This is my house! She abandoned it. She left . . ." Rose's nerve was cracking. Charlotte went to wrap her arm around her lover, but Rose wouldn't have any of it. For the first time since she had seen the beautiful young woman, Rose didn't want to be touched by her. She didn't want to be touched at all. And Charlotte looked almost physically pained by the rejection. "This isn't fair. I did everything right. I paid the property taxes. I supported myself. She's a deadbeat bitch, but she might take away my home?" Rose turned and punched her heavy boxing bag as hard as she could. She landed a number of heavy swings before she lost all her form and just started wailing on it. Charlotte didn't know what to do. She saw her lover losing control right before her eyes.
Finally, Rose took a very sloppy swing and wound up hurting her wrist. She didn't know how badly. Charlotte moved quickly and wrapped the strong young woman up, and this time Rose was too weakened to resist. She wasn't quite crying, but her eyes were definitely watering. She was somewhere between an all-consuming rage and total depression, and she couldn't quite push herself in either direction. She felt lost, and she hated that.
Charlotte just held her for a minute before finding her voice. "Dan, I need you to take her to the hospital. I have to go talk to my father."
\----------------------------------- ------------------------------------
It was an hour before Dan dropped her back off at the house. The emergency room had been thankfully slow that evening. Rose had managed to sprain her wrist. Dan offered to stick around, but Rose told him to leave and that she would be all right. Charlotte was apparently still at her parent's, so Rose just wandered around the place that had been both her home and livelihood for many years. It was strange to think it might not be hers much longer. Even if she got half of her father's "legacy" and was able to put a down payment on a new place, it wouldn't be the same. She looked around. She was able to smile a little bit as she remembered all the places in that house she and Charlotte had made love. There were quite a few of them. All over the cellar, the workout bench, the floor, the office desk, the front porch, the garage . . . She wandered outside and stared out towards the little clearing where she had spend so many moments looking down at the soccer fields, watching a beautiful girl with pigtails playing goalie. She suddenly wished she hadn't shunned her lover earlier. She might be the only thing worthwhile she got out of this.
She saw a car pulling up the drive. It was Mr. Webb's Jaguar. She was surprised Charlotte had managed to get him to drive out at such a late hour. She was more surprised when Charlotte's mother got out. Rose didn't know how to react. She and Annabel Webb hadn't spoken directly since that fateful dinner gathering. Rose stood on the porch and faced the three of them, feeling very much like she was about to participate in a high-noon shootout. Then Charlotte saw the cast around Rose's wrist, and she rushed to the redhead's side.
"What happened? How bad is it? Are you going to need surgery? How much . . ."
Rose actually managed a chuckle. This little sexual dynamo still acted like a child from time to time, which is one of the things Rose thought was so adorable. "No, no surgery. It's just a sprain. I'll be fine."
"I'd hate to see what the OTHER guy looks like," joked Mr. Webb. Then a serious look crossed his face. "You didn't hit your mother, did you?"
"Call her Beatrice please. I'm not really happy with thinking of her as being related to me. But no, I didn't. I was tempted though."
"Listen, we're here to help," he said with a sideways glance at his wife. "But we're going to need see all records you have regarding the house. Tax stuff, receipts . . . anything your father left here."
"It's in the back of the house. There's a closet I usually keep locked."
"I know the one," said Charlotte meekly.
Rose looked at the young woman and gave her the warmest smile she could. She hoped the girl would accept her unspoken apology. Charlotte blushed.
"There are a couple of filing cabinets in there. Both of them are locked too. The top drawer in the one on the left has all the paperwork that was left here when my father left, and the drawer below it is where I've kept all financial records regarding the property." She had to reach her good hand around to fish for her key ring. She felt horribly clumsy as she managed to get them out of her pocket just to drop them on the ground. She reached down and picked them up with a trembling hand. Charlotte grabbed her hand and held it steady.
"Dad," she said, "why don't we go get those files?"
"Good idea."
The two of them went inside, leaving Rose alone with Annabel Webb. She almost couldn't stand to look at the woman, but the silence was almost unbearable. "You must be loving this," she said, staring at her feet. "You must be thinking, ‘That impudent little girl sure is getting what's coming her.' Go ahead. Take your best shot."
"I'm sorry." Mrs. Webb was looking right at her when Rose finally met her gaze. "And I mean it this time."
Rose was suspicious. "I don't get it. This is your opportunity. You've been looking to put me down since I first starting seeing your daughter."
"Yes, indeed I was. But sometimes it only takes one thing to clear someone's head." The older woman paused, trying to figure out where to begin. "I love my daughter, I hope you know." Rose nodded. That had never really been a question. "But I don't think you know exactly how precious she is to us. Jon and I always wanted a family. Actually, we wanted a big family. But try as we might, we just couldn't seem to conceive. Then, out of the blue, I was pregnant with Charlotte. She's been our whole world since the day she was born."
Rose had a look of incredulity on her face. This woman who had shown nothing but contempt to her seemed to be leveling with her, but that hostility from before was completely absent.
Mrs. Webb continued. "She was a miracle, and we've only wanted the best for her. Her father and I hoped, like all parents do I suppose, for her to find a nice man who would love her, protect her and provide for her. Well, I don't think she really needs someone to provide for her. Once she becomes a doctor, she can provide for herself. But I think you've shown you are capable of protecting her as well as any man could. And I was finally forced to accept that you seem to genuinely love her." She sighed, and a bit of anger returned to her face. But it didn't seem to be directed at Rose. "But when my daughter came home crying and told us about what your . . . about what Beatrice was trying to do, it offended every ideal I hold dear. I see having and raising a child as a privilege that I had to fight for, and to see anyone treat their child the way you've been treated is an abomination." She actually seemed furious when she said that. It was nice for Rose not to be the target of her anger that time. "I may not be all that fond of your vocation or lifestyle, but that's my right as a mother. What I don't have the right to do is tell my daughter who she can fall in love with." That sentiment brought Rose a smile, then Mrs. Webb went on. "And you are, by all accounts, a kind, decent person who has worked too hard to have that woman take away things that are rightfully yours." Annabel Webb was smiling, seemingly enjoying making peace with Rose and herself. She glanced toward the door that her husband and child had gone through. "I would hear them, you know. Charlotte and Jon would talk about you two got together and about all the places she wanted to go with you and all your un-ladylike obsessions. But they would always talk when they thought I couldn't hear. I realized that I was missing out on a large part of my daughter's life, and I had no one to blame but myself. I don't want to miss out on anything anymore." She chuckled to herself. "Besides, it isn't like my parent's were thrilled about all of my life choices when I was younger. When I met Jon, we were at Woodstock and we were both stoned out of our minds. I think we were dating for three days before I found out what his name was."
Rose just stared at her. Then she fell down laughing. She was picturing two people in well-pressed business suits with joints hanging out of their mouths rocking to a Jimi Hendrix tune or grooving to the Grateful Dead.
"What," said Mrs. Webb, looking a little bashful. "You didn't think we were always so straight-laced, did you?"
"Char . . . Charlotte said you used to be hippies, but . . . Damn!"
Mrs. Annabel Webb started laughing herself, sitting on the porch and clutching her sides. Just then, Charlotte and Mr. Webb came out. They looked surprised, as if they were expecting a massacre and finding a circus. Charlotte was so happy she almost glowed. This is what she had wanted from the beginning. She moved forward and helped her injured girlfriend back to her feet. Rose had needed that laugh. Jon handed a pile of files to his wife, who suddenly resumed her normal, business-like demeanor.
"We'll look over all this stuff tonight. Since this Beatrice woman seems to be only interested in the money, she'll want to avoid a lengthy set of proceedings. I wouldn't be surprised if you heard from her as early as tomorrow. So get some rest, and don't meet with her or her lawyer . . . What was her lawyer's name?"
"Robert Jones, I think."
"I know the man. Little weasel. Anyway, don't agree to any meetings until you talk to us. I'll cancel my appointments for tomorrow so I can be ready whenever they call." She looked at her daughter. "Can I assume you'll be staying here tonight." She paused, then added, "AGAIN?"
Charlotte blushed. "Well, she's hurt and all. I can't just leave here like this."
"Of course you can't dear." She kissed Charlotte on the forehead. "Well, your father was right about one thing. At least you won't be getting pregnant before you graduate from medical school."
"MOM!" Charlotte was so embarrassed she actually turned red from head to toe. Rose just found something else to look at, decided that a particular tree in her driveway was incredibly fascinating. Charlotte's parents got back in their car without further incident and headed home.
Rose turned to Charlotte and hugged her and kissed her.
"Thank you. What brought this on?"
"I'm sorry I turned away from you earlier. I . . . I'm just . . ."
Charlotte silenced her by kissing her back. "Just don't do it again, okay sweets?"
"Never. Would it help me out if I told you I loved you again?"
Charlotte might as well have been painted red for all the blushing she had been doing. "It just might."
"Well then, I love you. Again." The two girls went inside and downstairs, where they fell asleep on the couch.
\--------------------- ----------------------------------
Just as Mrs. Webb had predicted, Rose received a call from her mother's attorney early the next morning, insisting on meeting immediately. Charlotte got her mother on her cell phone and helped negotiate on behalf of Rose. Then the strange three-way call was over.
"So, did your folks figure anything out?"
"My mom was being strangely coy, so I think she may have something up her sleeve. She did say she needed to make a stop, but she'll meet us at that guy's office. She insists on representing you personally." The blonde girl hugged Rose. "I'm so happy you two are friends now. It was driving me crazy having the two most important women in my life fighting."
"Well, friends may still be a bit off, but I don't think we're enemies anymore. So, what do you wear for things like this?" After ignoring most of Charlotte's suggestions because they involved thongs and leather, she got dressed and the two of them headed to the law offices of Robert Jones. They waited in the parking lot for Mrs. Webb to arrive. Annabel had a quirky little grin on her face, but refused to explain what she had on her mind. They went inside and sat down.
"Well," said Mr. Jones, "my client has produced the proof of marriage required. Barring the existence of a will, by state law Mrs. McGuire is entitled to an equal share of her former husband's estate.
"You're right," said Annabel. There was silence in the room. They had expected the top-notch lawyer to come out swinging. For a brief moment, Rose was wondering if she had been duped. "Though if we go to court, I'm sure I can the amount your client is owed reduced due to my client's personal investment in maintaining the house. But I'm sure she will be entitled to something."
Jones looked worried. He may have been a rat in a silk tie, but he knew a trap when he smelled it. "So you have no problem with getting an independent party to assess the value of the remaining belongings, house, vehicle and property to determine how much my client should be receiving?"
"Not quite." Annabel looked awfully smug, and suddenly Rose found her smile again. She sensed a great big ‘but' coming on. "But you seem to have overstepped your bounds. Your client is not entitled to any profits regarding the property itself. The house, yes, but not the property."
"Don't be absurd. If the property belonged to the late Mr. McGuire, then . . ."
"Well, it did belong to a late Mr. McGuire, but not your client's husband." She pulled out the stack of files she had gotten from Rose's filing cabinet, as well as a much newer, cleaner looking file. "While the recently deceased Charles McGuire left no will, HIS father, a Mr. Samuel McGuire did."
"What does that old freak's will have to do with this?" piped in Beatrice.
"Shut . . . your . . . mouth," said Rose coldly. Her grandfather had been a quack, but at least he had treated her like family, unlike either of her parents. Her mother sat back and stayed silent. She instinctively knew that her daughter was more than capable of kicking her fat ass.
"Actually, ma'am, it matters a great deal. While the elder Mr. McGuire's will did leave the house and some other things to his son, the rights to his property had an unusual wording. His land holdings were left to ‘his next surviving blood relative.' A tad eccentric, but his records showed him to be a little unusual."
"I'll say," started Beatrice. "The man was a . . ." Her tirade was cut off when Rose started audibly cracking the knuckles of her good hand.
"Well, your husband never actually claimed any of the property."
"Why wouldn't he?"
"Apparently, because your father-in-law ‘neglected' to tell him about them. It seems your husband was seen as something of a . . . well, failure for his father. All your husband had to do was go talk to the administrator of his father's will, and he would have been told all about it. But apparently your husband was too pathetic and lazy to do that. Well, as Rose McGuire's attorney, I did just that. Charles McGuire probably thought that the house was all the inheritance he was going to get. Well, since he is no longer alive to make a claim, the rights and deeds to all Samuel McGuire's properties falls solely to his sole remaining blood relative. That would be my client, who will be finalizing HER inheritance this afternoon. And since the house and truck themselves are not in particularly good condition, the amount YOUR client can expect will be minimal. Most of the value was in the property itself, which Beatrice McGuire has NO claim to whatsoever. When you are ready to assess the value of the remaining items, let ME know. Do not contact my client directly anymore. We will work out any payment owed to your client at that time. Since it is proper for one party to accept a cash settlement equal to their share of the inheritance, that is what we will do, so there will be no need to sell the house. After the assessment, my client will pay your client the agreed amount, and formal ownership of the house will fall to her. Oh, and in the meantime, if you or your client step foot on Rose McGuire's property for any other reason than to take part in the assessment process, it will be considered trespassing and both of you will be arrested. Good day. Girls, shall we go?" Rose and Charlotte got to their feet and followed Mrs. Webb out the door. Once outside, Annabel said, "God that felt good!" Without warning, Rose caught the elder Mrs. Webb in a breathtaking hug, and Charlotte joined in as well. "I seem to be up to my armpits in young women. Now, let's go get lunch and then you can go take control of your land."
They had lunch at a ritzy, upscale restaurant where the drinks cost more than most meals Rose had ever consumed. But Mrs. Webb was apparently a favored client at that establishment, and she was picking up the tab.
Rose was confused on one issue. "I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, but how am I going to make a cash offer to Beatrice? I don't have that kind of money, even if it is for just half the house and half the truck."
Mrs. Webb finished off her iced-tea. "Well, it really isn't that much. The value of the house will be minimal without the property rights. You might have to sell some of your property to . . ." She stopped when she saw that Rose was just staring at her blankly. "You really had no idea . . ."
"No idea about what?"
"Your grandfather may have been a little ‘off-his-rocker,' but he owned quite a bit of property. Did you ever wonder why no one ever tried developing the land around your house?"
"I just figured no one wanted it."
"It's near a large university. Everyone would want it. Your grandfather owned close to one hundred acres of forestland surrounding your house."
Rose almost spit her diet-Pepsi all over the table.
"And that's not all," Annabel continued, sounding obviously excited. "He also had plots of land all over the city and all across the state. He had been inheriting land from your ancestors for almost a century. Some of that acreage is in prime locations. You could sell just a couple of deeds and have enough to pay that bitch-mother of yours, open your own business and have plenty of cash left to spend. Young lady, you just became very wealthy."
Rose was stunned. Her life had taken another startling turn, and she wasn't sure how to react. So Charlotte showed her, first by hugging her tightly and then by kissing her repeatedly all over her face.
\-------------------- -----------------------------
When that evening rolled around, Rose was exhausted. She had spent all afternoon signing papers and negotiating the sale of some of her new property in the southern portion of the state. She had gone from "barely scraping by" to "rolling in dough" in the course of a day. Charlotte had gone home for a few minutes to excitedly help her mother explain the day's events to her father. Before they had gone their separate ways, Mrs. Webb had given Rose a genuinely warm hug, and gave the young woman a note that had apparently been left in the care of his attorney. He had left it for Rose, on the off chance she was able to claim his legacy to her. It was short and to the point, just the way her grandfather had liked things. She had tears in her eyes as she read it a second time.
"Dear Rose,
I'm writing this note because I realize my health is failing, and I'm not good enough with words to tell you face to face what I'm thinking. I realize you're only nine years old at the time I'm writing this, but you're smarter and wiser than your years suggest. I look at your father, who has selfishly and foolishly squandered everything in his life, and nothing more so than the delightful young girl who is his daughter. Your whole life, you've shown yourself to be a fighter and a free spirit. I remember visiting you one day after you had been sent home from school in the second grade. You had beat up a boy who had made fun of your hair. I was so proud of you, though I guess I shouldn't have encouraged you to go picking fights. But you showed more spunk in that moment than your worthless father did in his whole life. I just knew you weren't the type to lie down for anyone, and I hope that hasn't changed by the time you read this.
I would have like to have left you more, but this property is all I really have. I would have left it directly to you, but I'm sure my son would have found of way of ruining everything by the time you were old enough to collect on it. So I've put a provision in my will that leaves it to my nearest blood relative, and I've instructed my attorney not to tell your father about it unless the lazy little shit comes to inquire about my estate. I figure if I leave him with something, it will make him think that's all I had. If you are reading this, it probably means my lack of faith in him was justified.
My only request is that you keep the property that my house stood on. You can do what you want with the house itself, but the land is special. It's where my wife and I first had a place we could call home. I'd like to think that there is a lot of love floating around that place, and I hope that some of it finds its way to you.
Well, I'm not one for rambling on too long. Just know that there is at least one member of this family that is proud to share their blood with you. Lord permitting, I'll be looking in on you from time to time from heaven (or maybe hell) to make sure you're doing all right.
Love,
Grandpa Sam"
About that time, Charlotte arrived and walked in the door. She was met with another breathtaking hug from her redheaded lover.
"Not that I mind, but what was that for?"
"Finding your way to me." Then she kissed the blonde girl, still holding her tight.
"Don't need a reason for that. Just don't stop." They kissed again. "Hey, I picked up some Italian food on the way over. I thought we might have a picnic to celebrate your newfound fortune."
Rose was kissing Charlotte's neck at the time of the suggestion. "Sure. Where did you have in mind?
\-------------------- ---------------------
Rose found herself sitting on a blanket in the middle of the college soccer field closest to her house. Charlotte had a key to get them in the gates, which she had acquired under the premise of wanting to practice late in the evening. They had enjoyed the food and the sodas, and were lying on their backs, holding hands while staring at the sky.
"So," asked Charlotte, "what's next? Are you going to open your own garage now?"
"Nah. I like working for Mr. Branch. I may see if he wants a partner so he can expand his operation though. But I may build an extension onto the house at some point, and turn my gym and office into a home garage."
"Why an extension?"
"I'd just like a little more space to move around in." Rose was a little nervous, but she had something on her mind she needed to get out. "You know, a place to store stuff. Like maybe your stuff. If say, you were to officially move in with me."
Charlotte squealed in delight and rolled over on top of her. She proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of Rose. Rose noticed she was also grinding her hips into Rose's, so the redhead wrapped her legs around her lover's waist and held her tight.
"So does that mean you'll at least think about it?"
Charlotte got a pouting but thoughtful look on her face. "Tell you what, I'll do you one better and say ‘yes' right here and now, but only on one condition. Okay?"
"What is it?"
"That before the night is over, you make sure I'm very well fucked."
"Oh, the compromises I make!" Rose was smiling as she reached down and shoved her non-injured hand into the back of Charlotte's snug shorts, gripping the young girl's ass tightly. She was wearing one of her delightfully wicked thongs, which Rose grabbed and tugged on slightly, drawing the front tight against Charlotte's mound. "Stand up and get undressed for me. One thing at a time."
Charlotte went ahead and removed her shoes and socks before getting to her feet. She slowly lifted her tee-shirt up, stopping at mid-breast just to tease her lover. Then she shirked the shirt entirely and slid her shorts down her legs. If she realized that she was now almost completely naked in the middle of a soccer field where she was going to be playing in a few days, it didn't seem to bother her. Her thong and bra were matching pink and she twirled delicately, putting them on display. Rose had unbuttoned her pants and had slid her hand down to her own crotch, fingering herself while her lover put herself on display. Charlotte reached around and undid the bra clasp and let the straps fall over her shoulders. She kept the bra in place though, at least until she squeezed her generous melons together. Then the bra fell free.
"Just one item to go."
"Well, that one item may just take a while." Charlotte grabbed her backpack and pulled out her harness as well as a dildo Rose hadn't seen before. It was actually two dildos, with the one on top being thicker and longer, while the bottom one was smaller but with a larger number of bumps and ridges. She had grabbed a small bottle of ID lubricant and was applying it to both pieces when she looked down at Rose and said, "Now get your pants off!"
Rose had slid her pants down to her knees when Charlotte decided it was taking too long. With her lover's legs still tangled in her jeans, the blonde girl knelt down and put the head of the larger dildo in the opening of Rose's cunt. She pushed in until the smaller dildo underneath made contact with Rose's perfect little asshole. She started to push in.
Rose was frustrated because with her legs still stuck together, she couldn't see what was going on. But she could feel it. She felt her pussy filling up, then her asshole started to stretch. She gasped. They had played similar games before, but this felt special somehow. Finally, Charlotte realized her lover's predicament and finished removing Rose's jeans so that the redhead could wrap her lover up with her legs. With a dong buried in both holes, Charlotte started a fast, steady pace. Unlike the times when she had used two different toys or a double-ended dildo, this time Charlotte was able to go really hard and really fast. She took good advantage of that. Rose was loving it! Both her openings would fill and contract at the same time, and the cock in her ass was so heavily ridged that it caused a series of wonderful sensations on every stroke. The two girls almost instinctively started fondling each other's chests, though Charlotte had considerable more to play with. So Charlotte let one had head south to play with her lover's clit as she pounded her way into Rose's vaginal cavity.
"Harder! Harder! I'm gonna cum!" And Rose proceeded to do just that, clamping down on both sections of the love toy as she let her juices run. She wrapped her arms around Charlotte's body and dug her fingernails into the girl's back. They held that position until Rose felt her body relax again.
"Well, now it's your turn. And remember, you have to make sure that I'm thoroughly fucked. So, how are you gonna do it?"
"I'm not sure yet. Why don't you sit on my face while I think about it?" Charlotte placed her knees on either side of Rose's head and moaned contentedly as her lover's tongue went to work. Rose had become so familiar with the blonde girl's nether region she didn't even need her fingers anymore. Charlotte's inner lips were particularly sensitive, so Rose licked and suck on them quite a bit. She had her little blonde girl squirming all over her face in no time. She used her tongue as a small dick and just thrust it in and out before returning to her licking. Finally, she just went for the ice-cream cone approach, and Charlotte had her first orgasm shortly thereafter. But Rose held the young woman's hips in place, and started to work before Charlotte had even fully recovered from her initial climax. Rose's mouth and face were slippery with girl-cum, but she wanted so much more. She kept up her oral fixation for another fifteen minutes, and made her lover cum two more times.
"Enough," said Charlotte as her body quivered and her pussy spasmed for the third time. "I'll move in with you."
"What," said Rose with a grin, "is that all you've got? Let's see what other toys you brought." Charlotte dismounted her lover's face and Rose rooted through the backpack of goodies. She found something that would just about do the trick. It was one of their larger attachments, being eight inches long with a thickness of an inch and a half across. Rose picked up the discarded harness and switched out the attachments. Then she pulled Charlotte to her feet and led her over to one of the goal posts and had Charlotte put her back against the cold steel. Rose placed the large head of her toy at the entrance to the other woman's sex box and then stood up, letting the entire eight inches slide inside Charlotte's body. Charlotte understandable groaned as she got filled up. Rose reached under Charlotte's arms and around both her lover's body and the goal post. She used her good hand to grip her injured arm just about the sprained wrist. She was pretty sure this would work. Then she leaned back and instructed Charlotte to wrap her arms around Rose's shoulders, her legs around Rose's waist and to lean against the post. Charlotte did, finding herself with her feet off the ground and completely impaled on the large plastic cock.
"Are you sure about this?" she whispered huskily. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"I'll be fine." Their bodies formed what was almost a v-shape, and it allowed Rose to support more weight for longer than if she just tried holding her lover straight up. She started pumping her hips. She wasn't able to pull more than three or four inches of it out of Charlotte's body, but the blonde girl didn't seem to mind staying full. Rose picked up the tempo, and soon the whole soccer field was filled with the sound of hip-flesh smacking against ass flesh. She was fucking her girlfriend hard and deep, and she didn't care if someone heard them.
"Like this?" she asked. "Like getting a good long dick from your girlfriend?"
"More than anything! Fuck, that thing is so big!" Rose pounded away for almost ten minutes. Even with the goal post helping, Rose felt like her arms were going to fall off. But it was all worth it when Charlotte arched her back, stuck those big titties straight out and clenched her vaginal walls, trapping the invader as she climaxed for the fourth time. Rose managed to keep her lover supported through the entire, pleasurable ordeal, but she had to let Charlotte's feet hit the ground before she dropped the blonde girl on her delectable ass. They stood there in a tired embrace, leaning against the goal.
"So, are you thoroughly fucked enough?"
"I'll tell my folks this weekend. Can I help decorate the extension?"
"Will it involve a lot of nude painting and more sex?"
"Probably."
"Then yes, you can." The two of them tossed their clothes and toys into the backpack and made their way, completely nude except for their shoes, back to the house they now shared. Rose was determined to break the family curse. She wasn't going to run away from everything like her parents had done. She was going to make that place a good home, and the most important part of that was walking beside her and holding her hand. She looked up at the stars. They seemed particularly bright that evening. She smiled and whispered something under her breath. "Thanks Grandpa."
Charlotte turned her head as if to ask what Rose had just said, but Rose cut her off with a kiss. Charlotte looked confused, but didn't push the subject. All she said was, "I don't think I will ever understand you." Hand in hand, they returned home.
\----------------- ------------------
*The End of "Bed of Roses" Part 3: Counting Flowers on the Wall* |
Hotel Club Ch. 04 | 23,547 | 4.66 | 1,531,814 | [
"shemale",
"blowjob",
"cum"
] | I woke, naked and with a lingering ache in my balls and asshole. I showered and got ready to go to work. How was I going to return to a wife who I suspected didn't love me any longer and not compare our paltry sex life to the past three days of unadulterated pleasure? That was too big a question to ponder as I showered and prepared for a long day.
I got into the office early and was busy all day. The boss did not stop by until close to five that afternoon. "Hey," she said poking her head into my area. "Send me today's work?" she suggested. "Are you going to make your bonus?"
I shook my head. I had encountered a bunch of problems, and Cindy had insisted the night before at seeing me again. I did not need the money enough to forego another sexual adventure with that lovely shemale, so I agreed to see her. "Too many setbacks today."
"You won't work on it tonight?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said without taking my eyes from the screen. I did not hear her go. I kind of fell into work, and it was about six-fifteen local time when my phone rang. I looked at it and saw that it was Cindy, and checked the time.
"Oh...fuck," I said. I answered. "Hello?"
"Roger? Where are you?" Cindy asked. Her tone at the moment was neutral.
"At the office," I explained the situation with the bonus and that I simply lost track of time.
"Well." She grumped. "I don't want you to miss your bonus. Call me later when you're done, okay?" she asked.
"I will." I worked again for another two hours, before my eyes were crossing. I felt the pull and need for sleep, blessed sleep. Without cocks or balls or crazy sex. I stood to leave, closing things up. The extra hours left me with the possibility that I was going to make that bonus.
I did not figure on seeing Cindy so I bypassed the bar and pressed the button for the elevator. "Roger?" I heard a voice call. I had been preparing to talk into the elevator but stopped seeing Cindy standing there.
"I didn't think you'd be here," I explained. Then even though I did not mean to do it, I yawned big and hard. "Sorry," I said sheepishly when done.
She nodded. "So did you get all of your programming done?"
"Enough that I might make the bonus," I said. "I suppose that it's little solace to you that I stood you up, but it's important to me."
She gnawed on her lower lip. "I'll admit, I was pissed off, but I had to tell myself that I live here and you're here for work. Speaking of, you seem exhausted."
"Yeah, I'm all done." I swayed a little on my feet and I was not faking it. "Come up to the room and sit with me for a bit?" I suggested.
"Sure, love," she agreed warmly. We rode up and Cindy actually put her arm around my shoulders. The unexpected tenderness of it touched me, and I kind of sagged into her. We got into my room and I threw my crap on the bed and sat down on the edge.
Cindy came over and stood in front of my. Her hands automatically reached to tousle my hair, and mine automatically reached for her legs and began to rub them slowly. Neither of us spoke, but the silence seemed to ratchet up the sexual tension. I was beginning to feel my organ swell with blood and it looked like Cindy's was rising as well.
And...my cell phone rang. I saw that it was my wife. I answered "Hello."
"Hello." Her voice was icy from three thousand miles away. Cindy moved away, taking the desk chair seat, keeping her eyes on me. My infidelity hit me hard at that moment, even with the chilly reception I got from my wife, and my head dropped and I rubbed the bridge of my nose between my fingers.
"How are you?"
"Pissed off."
"I can hear that. Why?"
"Where were you at six thirty today?" she demanded.
"Six thirty? At the office working."
"You never replied to my text."
My voice rose a tad, and took on a defensive tone. "What text?" I said. I held the phone away so I could pull up the text message app. Sure enough my wife had texted me asking me how I was doing and whether I would be home on Friday or Saturday.
"I just now saw it, sorry, I had the text sound turned off."
"Well, I won't be home when you get there, whether its Friday or Saturday. I'm going to stay with my mother. She's sick."
"What's wrong with her?" I asked. Not that I cared. My mother-in-law was a battleaxe and I cared little for her or about her. My wife knew this.
"She's dying."
"Oh. I'm sorry," I said in a small voice.
And that unleashed the pent-up fury. I held the phone away from my ear, and looked over at Cindy who was conveniently staring out the window, ignoring it all. I let my wife's fury run its course. But towards the end she dropped the real bomb.
"Roger, I don't know if I'll be coming back. I may...stay with my mother."
"What, like...a separation?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Oh that's just great," I said sourly. That led us into a short but bitter fight that ended when she hung up on me.
I savagely slammed the phone onto the bed, venting my anger once by screaming "FUCK YOU!" at the phone. I stood and went into the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I saw nothing in the reflection except the same old me.
When I got back out, Cindy was standing. "Should I stay or go."
"No. Yes. How the fuck should I know? I don't fucking know. Fucking fuck." I sat back down on the bed, and when Cindy tentatively put her hand on my head I did not shake it off. The contact was welcome.
"I'm sorry," she said.
I grabbed the phone and turned it all the way off. I slid it away and sat back down. "Come here," I said. "Just stand there." She did and actually pulled my head against her abdomen. I appreciated the simple gesture and the human contact. I had long thought that my wife and I were on the downhill side of it and now that she had breached the threshold...I realized that I didn't know what I felt.
"Part of me is really angry," I began talking in a slow, low monotone. "But part of me doesn't care anymore and this week has opened my eyes to a very different world. A world I denied myself out of what, love?" That last word I inflected with considerable poison. "Out of fear? Some people hate fags, others don't understand bi-sexuality. Whatever, I know - now - that pleasure is what satisfies you. Going home to her doesn't satisfy me, it never did, it never will. Not now, not again. Might as well file the damn paperwork and call it a divorce because that's how we've been living for a long time, stopping to talk only long enough to call each other out and devolve into fights that leave both of us angry and frustrated. Her touch repulses me anyway." That was an admission I had not made before.
I lifted my head. "Distract me."
"My pleasure," Cindy replied and tousled my hair again. "Worship me."
"And that will be my pleasure." I lifted her skirt. "Take this off," I told her. She reached behind and undid it, and it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and her heels. She wore a pair of black satin panties and stockings again. Her package, visible through the panties, now called out to me. I wanted to worship it. I wanted to tease it, to lick it, to suck it, to taste it, and to devour it. No more cords. No more binds.
I ran my hands slowly from mid-thigh up to the line between torso and leg and up over her abdomen. Slowly I repeated this circle, hands down, pause, and slowly back up. I watched as under the panties her meat throbbed and pulsed slowly, and then began to steadily rise and engorge. I felt my mouth begin to water as the pink head of the erection slipped behind the waistband of her panties and continued to push out as her gorgeous tool became fully ready.
I took the tips of my fingers and hooked just the pads into the waist. I pulled gently, and then a little with my left, a little with my right, back and forth, sliding the soft material against her tool. I inched her panties down her thighs, slowly revealing every lengthy, girthy inch of that lovely cock. Once she was freed of the panties, and kicked them away. "Worship me," she whispered a second time.
My hands flattened against her body, my thumbs on either side of her turgid erection and thick balls. She kept her hands lightly on my head, watching me. With my left hand I lightly put my fingers around the base of her turgid cock. I was going to savor it this time, every touch, how the hardness of the cock mixed with the velvety touch of the skin. I looked up, my eyes making contact with Cindy's as she watched me carefully. I slid my tongue out of my mouth and pressed it against her soft balls. Her breath escaped just a little bit faster.
I slid my tongue around in small circles on the front of her balls, and she hissed a little bit. My tongue began to travel up. I paused just at the base of the underside of her beast, and flicked my tongue back and forth quickly just at that little base at her penis. The taste was pleasant. After waiting until Cindy's head tilted back a little bit more in pleasure I began to run my tongue against the length of the underside. I paused to flatten my tongue all along the base of her thick, full, now throbbing penis.
Slowly I went up her shaft, pausing to pull away and flick the tip of my tongue against that little sensitive spot just under her head. I made several circles there before pulling that cock down straight at me. I circled the head with my tongue slowly, making sure to watch her expression of lust, pleasure and a growing insistent need.
"Take it in your mouth," Cindy directed in a throaty whisper. "Just the head, tease me and I'm yours baby," she moaned.
Delighted to help out, I thought. I put my lips together and held her gorgeous cock against them. I slowly opened my mouth and let that monster slide between my lips. The taste of her head was so hot; my cock throbbed so hard in my pants I thought I might come right there. But I got her in and locked those lips around the head, my tongue swirling on her thick, heated invader.
I moaned involuntarily. It was so hot to have her meat in my mouth. I pursed tight and sucked, hoping to draw precum out, and was rewarded with a big droplet. I licked that up and shuddered from the taste. The delicious taste.
"That's some worship baby," Cindy whispered. "I'm so fucking hard from you right now!" she gasped.
"Mmmmmm," I said and felt her hips quiver as the vibrations were surely pleasurable. Then I relaxed my throat and pushed my head down, my tongue moving around as much as I could, making that wonderful thick tool as wet as I could get it. I almost deep-throated her; I had to pull back just a tad. I resumed slurping on that head.
Cindy's fingers tightened in my hair. Her moans sounded more urgent now. I released her and ran my tongue from head down to the base, allowing her cock to slide against my forehead as I did so, and licked on her balls a little. Back from base to head again and especially that little spot.
"Oh you are such a good, nasty, little cocksucker!" Cindy moaned. "God don't fucking stop now."
"Oh no not now," I replied quietly as I just licked a little. "I'm taking you all tonight."
"Wait," she panted. "D'you think we could um...sixty-nine? I want to taste you at the same time."
"No," I said.
"No?" she replied plaintively.
"Well. Okay."
"Why did you say no?"
"I'm enjoying owning your cock right now that's all."
"Oh. Well. Continue owning it then," Cindy said.
"I will." I began to gently stroke her at the base, with just enough pressure that there would not be any way for her to hold back. I mixed that with locking her head into my mouth and sliding my tongue all over that head. I stroked faster now, using the entire hand.
She moaned, warning me that she was getting close to cumming. My reply was to moan loudly and stroke faster and suck harder. "Oh oh god here oh I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnnggg!" Cindy groaned.
The explosion of hot, slippery, delicious semen in my mouth was obvious enough that she was cumming. I found myself swallowing hard, taking it in, the warmth of his seed spilling down my throat. I jerked his cock harder, sucking hard now, trying to extract it all, drying her out of cum, my spare hand now carefully massaging her balls to get it all out. Finally, she pushed me away. She was spent, completely done in.
She dropped to her knees in front of me. "Where you want to cum, in my mouth or in my ass?" she asked me.
"Mouth. Take it all, Cindy. Take it all."
She had me climb up on the bed and then got on all fours over me. She treated me to a quick, strong blowjob not meant for length seductive pleasure but a quick, powerful orgasm. She got her wish quickly and like I had done for her, she swallowed it all. We exchanged a light, cummy kiss.
"Sorry about your domestic issues," she said quietly. "I feel bad."
"As do I Cin. So thank you for the distraction."
"See you tomorrow?"
"We'll see. Now I gotta sleep." I escorted her out, traded another kiss, and then locked the door and shut it firmly. Sleep beckoned. |
Fourth Quarter | 117,686 | 4.59 | 187,576 | [
"tyler grabbed",
"brushed chest",
"ran field",
"dirt grass",
"grass clippings",
"tyler turned",
"standing deck",
"fourth quarter",
"chance play",
"home pulled"
] | She leaned against a tree, watching from a distance. Tyler didn't even notice until the field had cleared. He felt a presence, someone watching him. And then in the shadows of the trees he spotted her. Who was she, what was she doing there? He finished packing his bag and started to walk in her direction. Glancing back, he noticed that no one was left in the parking lot except his cousin, his ride home. Last May when he turned 18 he had scraped together enough money to buy his first car, but it had crapped out on him and was in the shop. Again. He waved to his cousin. "One minute," he called. He continued walking toward her.
As Tyler approached, she reached back placing her hands palm down on the tree trunk. Her full breasts were outlined by the cotton fabric of her tee shirt, the nipples erect and protruding. Her curves filled out the low-rise jeans that hugged her hips; her navel was just visible above the waistband. He felt a flush and slight hardening. Shifting his gaze up to her face, he saw her pretty features framed in cropped brown waves, a few blond streaks tucked behind her ears. She was older, definitely not a high school chick, probably not even still in college. She ducked her head and turned away slightly, a coy gesture. At first he thought it was an act, but she blushed genuinely. An arousing combination of womanly sexuality and girlish nervousness.
Tyler moved in closer, looking down at her. "Hi. Can I help you?"
"I'm sorry. I was just enjoying the game. I hope you don't mind." She straightened up from the tree, moving a little closer as well. "You play well."
A small smile lingered on her lips. He watched them part slightly, her tongue tracing them gently. She looked up at him, biting her lower lip. Then she backed away abruptly, as if changing her mind.
"I'm sorry," she repeated. She appeared flustered. "I'm sure you have to go now." She started to turn away when he reached out and grabbed her arm.
"Wait. Who are you?"
"I'm just someone who kinda likes football. That's all. I really don't mean to keep you. I can see your ride waving to you."
Tyler felt there was an opportunity here. The stirring in his loins was not just his imagination. He knew she was older than he was, but maybe that wouldn't matter. He didn't want to pass up on the possibility. The heat he felt pressing against his shorts was real. Her hardened nipples and slight flush were also real. He wondered if the attraction was mutual. He guessed it was.
"I, uh, would like to see you again. I mean, do you come watch the games often?" He leaned a little closer, hoping she wouldn't back away. He was still holding her arm.
"Actually, no. But I could come again..." instead of backing away, she leaned in also, tilting her head up at him. Her breathing was shallow, uneven. Her lips looked full and her tongue darted out again, wetting them.
Boldly Tyler leaned in, pressing her back against the tree. He held both her arms against the rough bark. She rose up slightly on her toes and a soft moan escaped her lips. He took his chance and bent down to kiss her. Her mouth responded heatedly, their tongues came together, seeking and exploring. Her back arched, her chest pushed up toward him, but he held himself back from her, feeling himself throb. As he pulled away from the kiss, she opened her eyes and looked into his, a passion burning inside. Then she melted back against the tree, turning her head down and away. She seemed embarrassed by her response.
"Oh god. I'm sorry. I don't even know you. You're so much younger..."
"No, don't apologize. You keep repeating yourself. Don't. Please." Now he didn't know what to say, but he knew he wanted to see her again. "Can I see you again? Will you come to watch again?"
"I don't know. If you want me to..."
"Yes, of course I do. Please. We're playing again next Saturday. Will you be here?"
"I'll try. I'd really like to."
Behind him, he could hear his cousin calling him. "I have to go. My cousin's my ride home while my car is in the shop. I hope I see you next week." Tyler turned and ran across the field. At the edge of the parking lot he stopped and looked back, but she was gone.
On the ride home, his cousin hounded him about "the chick" he had kissed. Who was she, what grade was she in? He brushed it off, making it up on the spot and saying she was some girl from another town. Someone he'd met at the mall. He said she was moving away. You know, when the time is right, you just don't pass up the chance to kiss a girl, even if you don't think you'll ever see her again. He did tell his cousin that she might be there next week. So, if he told him to go on home without him, he should just go. He didn't know how he'd get home if that happened, but he didn't really care. He'd figure something out.
Several times during the next seven days, Tyler found himself thinking about her. He imagined his hands on her curves, tracing her hips, caressing her breasts. He imagined her tongue tracing his own lips, her ripe body pressing against his. He had not been bold enough to let her feel his excitement. If he had the chance again, he would. He would pull her against him. He wanted her to know how much he wanted her. He realized that he didn't even know her name. He didn't even know if she would be there, but he certainly hoped she would.
During the game on Saturday, Tyler scanned the edges of the field, looking for her. He made sure it didn't distract him, but he took advantage of every chance he got to search for her. He played well and hoped she was watching. He didn't see her until after the field was cleared again. She was sitting under the same tree across the field. He waved to her as he picked up his bag, tucking the football under his arm.
His cousin noticed the gesture and looked in her direction. "Oh, ho, cuz! Maybe you'll get lucky!" he joked. "You want me to take off?"
"Yeah, but if I need a ride, can I call you?" He was still pissed off about his car. Piece of shit clunker.
"No problem. Just tell me when and where to get ya." He watched his cousin head back to the car. That's when he noticed the silver-blue minivan parked under the trees at the far end of the lot.
He hated minivans. Fuckin' gas guzzling mommy vans, full of screaming kids and fast food wrappers. Even so, he imagined it might be hers. His mind flashed on a hot and heavy make out scene in the back seat, and his cock stiffened immediately. Jesus, what if he was misreading this whole situation? He didn't think he was, though. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself and then headed across the field toward her.
She stood up as he approached, brushing the grass clippings off her denim shorts. Her legs were shapely, lean, and finely muscled. She wore a fitted wrap shirt, and he couldn't help but notice her cleavage. Her breasts were full and round, the curves visible in the v-neck of the blouse. He imagined slipping his hands up inside the shirt and cupping her breasts. Now he was rock hard and he wondered if his erection was visible through his shorts.
She reached for the football and swiped it out from his arm. He caught a close up of the cleft formed by her tits as she ducked away from him. God, he wanted to rip that shirt off of her. She ran out into the field, smiling. "C'mon," she called.
"I'm tired," he protested. "I just played a game."
"I know. That's the only way I have a chance! I like to play, but I suck at it." She threw a pass to him. It spiraled decently, but it was a little off. He had to run a bit to catch it. She began running toward him.
"Come on, pass it," she urged.
Tyler threw a gentle pass, and she caught it, tucking it against her body. She continued running toward him. "You want it?" she asked. "Come and get it!" She ran past him, twisting out of his way as he reached for it.
He understood that she wanted him to go after it. He sprinted slightly and reached for her arm, grabbing gently for the ball. She twisted again and clutched it tighter. Damn, he realized, she really wanted him to go for it. She slowed down and turned around, jogging backwards. He was tired; he was pissed. He didn't want to play football with some woman. He wanted, well, he was horny and he wanted to fuck her. And here she was messing around on the field with his damn football. He looked at her. At least she wasn't giggling and silly like the chicks at school. She was pretty serious. She was watching him closely. As soon as she realized he was going after her, she picked up the pace. Yeah, he was tired, but he could catch her.
He caught up with her pretty quickly, but each time he reached out for the ball, she sped up slightly or twisted just enough to elude him. Finally, he pushed into her, intending to wrestle the ball away while running, but she ducked and clutched it more tightly. Instinctively, he pushed into her harder, tackling her and taking her down. As they crashed and rolled on the ground, he realized she could get hurt. He tried to cushion the fall, holding her so she wouldn't take the full force of his body on hers. When they stopped, he was surprised to hear low laughter.
"Damn, that was a good tackle." She turned to look back at him. Her cheek was smudged with dirt. There were grass clippings in her hair. He was behind her, looking over her shoulder. Her shirt was twisted. From his vantage point, he could see part of a pink, satin-edged bra. Her breasts heaved as she caught her breath. Her ass was against his thigh. She sat up, bent one knee, and brushed off some dirt and grass. Tyler sat upright and stared at her.
What kind of chick was this, anyway? Or woman. As he noticed the fine lines around her eyes, he realized she must be in her thirties. But damn, she was in good shape. He admired her body openly as she stood and brushed herself off, dropping the football on the ground. She stood right near him and he could see the curve of her ass inside her shorts. She bent over and picked up the ball, tossing it at him.
"I'm sorry. I know you're tired. I just didn't want to miss my chance to play. That's really about all I can handle. I don't even know the rules of the damn game..."
"It's no problem. And stop fucking apologizing for everything. If I didn't want to run after you, I wouldn't have. I make my own choices." He stood up and tossed the ball back to her. She caught it and turned it in her hands, shifting it back and forth from the right to the left. Then she turned and headed back over to the tree. She picked up a small backpack and waited for him. He really didn't know what the fuck he was doing here with her, but again he sensed an opportunity. And he didn't want to miss it.
"Would you like to go somewhere?" She looked at him expectantly.
"I don't know. Sure..." he replied.
She hesitated and shifted on her feet, lifting the bag to her right shoulder.
"Yeah..." He continued. There was an awkward silence. God, why didn't he ever know what to say to girls? He felt a little better that she seemed just as unsure.
She reached into her bag and took out some keys. She glanced up at him and then began walking toward the parking lot. Tyler grabbed his things and followed her. Yeah, she was headed for the minivan. He envisioned the make out scene again, pressing her against the back seat, sliding his hands up inside her shirt. He caught up with her just as the sliding door opened. She bent over and reached inside, putting her bag on the floor. God, he wanted to grab her hips and pull her ass against him. He stood close behind her, imagining himself taking her from behind.
She hadn't noticed him come up behind her and as she straightened up, she backed right into him. He stood his ground, waiting for her to giggle or quickly move away like all the girls he knew. Instead she froze in place, her butt pressed against his crotch. He was certain she could feel his stiff cock pressed against her. He could feel her take a deep breath, and then she leaned back into him further. Her hair was lightly scented, the skin on her neck was flushed. He dropped his bag and reached around, wrapping her in his arms. He brushed his palms on her breasts, making circles over her nipples. The response was immediate; he could feel them hardening and swelling in his hands. She tilted her head back against his chest. He brought his mouth down on her neck, eliciting a low moan from her throat. He kissed, then gently bit the nape of her neck. He felt her tense up. She moaned again as he ground himself against her, gently but firmly pulling her hips back toward him. He felt her knees go weak as she struggled to stay upright.
Tyler turned her to face him. He ran his fingers down her jaw and tilted her chin up to look into her eyes. They were deep brown, and again, he could see the passion there. It wasn't like other girls he'd kissed. Their eyes had looked excited, but nervous, worried even. This look was hungry, willing, ready. Her hands reached up and she ran her fingers through his hair, entwining them on the back of his neck. The sensation of that simple touch gave him goose bumps. She pulled him down to kiss her, and her tongue sought his. The kiss was deep and sensuous. She held nothing back.
As they began to pull apart, she took his lower lip into her mouth, giving it a firm and painful nip. His reaction was swift and hard. He reached up, grabbed her hands, and pressed them behind her back. With his mouth, he pushed her head back, kissing her deeply, biting her back. It was difficult to restrain himself. He was pissed that she had bit him, but incredibly turned on. God, he wanted her right now.
Tyler backed her up to the car, still pinning her hands behind her back. He maneuvered her into the back seat, finally releasing her hands and pushing her shoulders down. As he pushed her down into the seat, she surprised him with a strength he didn't know she had. She had seemed so compliant, weak with desire, and yet she now pushed back against him, forcing him upright. Pressing her palms against his chest and shoulders, she turned the tables and moved him back into the seat instead. Then she slid to the floor, gliding her hands down his chest and his thighs. Her fingers danced behind his knees, then she pressed her palms up his thighs. She slipped one hand up inside his shorts. Her other hand moved to his waistband. She hooked two fingers inside. He moaned as her other hand found his penis, caressing it through his boxers. She pushed the leg of his shorts higher, tracing the path her hand made with her mouth. Her tongue lapped at his thigh and she worked her way right up to the crease where his leg joined his torso. She dragged her tongue along that crease to the top of his leg and back again toward his package. He began to relax despite the anticipation he felt. He had had a few clumsy blowjobs from other girls his age, but he sensed this would be different. He wanted to enjoy it completely.
Damn it, she had just nipped his inner thigh. He buried his hand in her hair, and firmly, but gently, pulled her back. She looked up at him. Again, he saw that hunger in her eyes. This time both her hands sought his waistband. She slipped his shorts down, running one hand over his ass as he lifted it from the seat. His shorts were still tangled around one foot when she rose up on her knees, her tongue flicking out to tease his cock. He was erect in front of her, and she put one hand around the base, gently applying pressure. She followed with her tongue, moistening the ring her fingers made around him. She began twisting the ring, moving it up and down while she lowered her mouth over his head, snaking her tongue down the underside. He watched with fascination as she began to work him, twisting and moving her left hand up and down, while coordinating her mouth on his head. She would take half of him in her mouth, sliding her fingers right up underneath her lips. The gentle squeezing combined with the attention on the head was quickly bringing him toward a climax. God, he could feel it coming.
Tyler leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. He felt himself tense up as she increased her tempo, twisting, rising, and falling. He vaguely felt her mouth come off his cock, but then felt her tongue flicking his head, swirling around the tip. Her left hand continued its twisting up and down motion. He worked hard at holding himself back now, trying to prolong the pleasure. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it. Her pace slowed slightly as she increased the pressure with her mouth. He felt her right hand slide up his thigh, caressing the crease her tongue had traced earlier. She cupped his balls, fondling them gently, and then she gently pressed her knuckles into the patch of skin just behind them as she continued to pump him with her mouth. The pressure was too much. He just couldn't stop himself, and he exploded inside her mouth, throbbing and ejaculating in quick successive spurts. God, it had never felt that good before.
His load must have been huge or he must have pushed back into her throat, because he felt her gag slightly once - no twice - toward the end of his orgasm. Concerned, he opened his eyes, lifted his head, and looked down at her. She was looking up at him, her mouth was still over his cock, her left hand still formed a ring just below her lips. He could see some of his cum escaping her lips, dripping over her fingers. She returned her attention to his cock, and he watched her gently lick him clean. She kept her fingers around him, pressing them back down around the base and still applying a gentle pressure. This kept him erect while she continued to clean him up. Finally, she released him and sat back on her knees.
She reached toward the front of the car and handed him a water bottle. It was like she had read his mind. He drank deeply, quenching his thirst, and then handed it back. Her left hand swirled lazily on his hip and thigh as she drank from the bottle and he felt goosebumps rise on his skin. He noticed a sheen of perspiration on her face, neck, and chest. She finished drinking and looked up at him. She wiped her mouth. A small smile played on her lips. The silence was not awkward; rather, it was comfortable.
She set the water bottle down and reached back toward the front of the car again. This time, she brought out a pack of breath mints. She opened the package and popped one into her mouth. He wanted to ask her for one, but she put the package away again. He sat upright and leaned toward her. She looked at him expectantly. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, taking the mint from her mouth. She backed up and watched him suck on the mint for a moment. Then she leaned forward and kissed him, reclaiming the slippery circle. Before pulling away, however, she returned it. Then she turned and clambered into the front seat, leaving him to pull his shorts back on.
She had started the engine by the time he had dressed. He couldn't climb into the front seat like she had, so she waited as he exited the rear of the car and then re-entered, settling into the front passenger seat. She pulled out of the lot as he buckled up. He didn't know where they were going, and he didn't really care. He took the opportunity to relax, easing his head back and closing his eyes. He enjoyed reliving moments from her blowjob in the backseat. God, she could work him over well. He felt that familiar stirring in his loins again and hoped they were going somewhere to continue what they had started.
His eyes flew open and he sat up when he felt the car turn off onto an unpaved road. For a moment, he panicked. He did not even know this woman, and now he didn't even know where they were.
He cleared his throat. "Um, where are we going?" She glanced over at him, sensing his unease.
"It's OK; it's a friend's house. A cabin actually. I promise to have you home before 7:30." She nodded at the center console. "There's a cell phone if you'd like to call your cousin. Let him know you've got a ride home."
She pulled the car into a space near the front door of a small cabin. He knew they were near the lake and the smell of cedar and pine was fresh in the air. She shut the engine off and opened her car door. Stepping out, she turned and reached for the center console. He admired her cleavage once again as she leaned to remove the cell phone from its holder. She must have sensed his attention, because she looked up at him.
"Mmm... you like the view, do you?" She smiled sweetly. Looking down at her chest, she placed her hands on the outer curves of her breasts, pushing them together and further enhancing the cleft between her breasts. Then she ran her hands over them, obviously enjoying the sensation. "I do, too." He was shocked once again by her level of comfort with her own body. The girls he knew would have giggled and blushed, but never have touched themselves so easily, so casually, and with such pleasure.
She handed him the cell phone and turned to head for the front door. "I'll be inside."
He sat in the car for a moment, a million thoughts running through his head. Nothing had prepared him for an experience like this. Was he going to live up to her expectations? Was he going to regret this? Shit, he was confused now. He dialed his cousin and told him he was with his friend, the girl from the mall. Yeah, she was leaving, this was her last weekend in town. She'd bring him home before his parents got back. He felt silly lying, but he didn't feel like telling the truth. It was easier for him this way; fewer questions were asked. His cousin threw out a couple of flippant remarks and then hung up. The last thing he heard was "Maybe you'll make it past first base, dude!" He laughed out loud. Shit, it was only a week ago when he and his cousin sat around talking about the chicks at school, which ones they'd like to bang. It seemed like childish talk to him now, and his cousin's final remark drove that point home even more.
He pulled his bag from the back of the car and headed into the cabin. It was cool and dimly lit inside, but the back wall was all windows. Sliding glass doors opened onto a deck perched in the trees. The lake lay below, the late afternoon sun glistening on the water. She was standing on the deck, leaning against the railing. He admired the curves of her feminine silhouette for a moment before dropping his bag and heading out.
He came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. She leaned back against him, pressing her back against his chest. She reached up and pulled his head down to her, turning her head to the right to kiss him. Then she reached back and pulled his left hand over her shoulder, placing it inside her shirt. He stiffened with pleasure as he reached inside her bra, the silky smooth fabric on the back of his hand contrasting with her hardening nipple in his fingertips. He pinched her gently and she cupped her breast, pushing it further into his hand. Her hips made a small circular movement as she pressed against him. Oh god, he was ready again.
She fumbled for a moment and untied the wrap blouse. It fell open. Looking over her shoulder, he could see her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. She reached for them, caressing them, reaching her fingers inside the bra to pinch her nipples. He grazed his right hand down her flat belly, sliding a finger inside the waistband of her shorts, pressing and working to undo the top button. His left hand worked its way up her thigh, reaching up into her shorts. He felt a satiny fabric and he traced it out over the top of her leg and back toward her mound. She moaned softly, opening her legs slightly and arching her back, pressing her full cheeks further against him. Now his cock strained mightily in his shorts. He worked a finger up under the satiny fabric, feeling soft pubic hairs. He ran his finger toward her center, pushing the shorts and fabric away with the back of his hand, grazing her clitoris and smooth-shaven lips below.
Moaning, she reached for his hand, grabbing him and pulling him away from her. "Not yet," she said, turning to face him. "Come." She pulled him by the hand back into the house.
He followed her down a short hallway to a bedroom. She pulled him through the room into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. He understood and was grateful. He'd been playing football all afternoon, and then she'd gone down on him in the car. He felt sticky with sex and sweat.
She slipped off the open blouse, unzipped her jean shorts, and stood before him, waiting. He reached for the waistband, peeling the shorts off over her slim yet curvy hips and thighs. She stepped out of the shorts, pushing them across the floor with a delicate foot. Her satin-trimmed panties sat low on her hips, dipping far below the navel. He reached for her, running his hands over her surprisingly bare butt cheeks, feeling the thong panties where they came out from between her legs, a narrow band nestled in her crack. Then he fumbled with her bra, finally unhooking the uncooperative clasp. She slipped her arms out of the straps and stepped back from him, unashamed of her near nakedness.
Stretching, she reached up over her head and he admired her openly, hungrily, his hard-on pulsing in his shorts as a noticeable bulge. She stepped forward and pulled his shirt off over his head and then helped him remove his shorts. Finally, she pulled him into the shower with her, stepping under the running water to drench herself before pushing him into the warm flow from the showerhead.
She reached around him and he enjoyed the way her nipples brushed against his chest. He watched her breasts bounce gently as she lathered a bar of soap behind his back. Then she switched places with him and proceeded to wash his back, his chest, his ass. She skipped his groin and lathered up his legs, skimming her fingers along the creases at the top of his thighs. When she finally placed her hands on his penis, he groaned with pleasure. He shuddered and felt the release of a small amount of precum. She soaped him up well, washing him thoroughly, running her hands up and down his shaft as well as sliding his balls in her palms. Then she stood and pushed him back into the shower stream. He rinsed while she soaped herself up, enjoying the pleasure he took in watching her wash her full tits, her flat stomach, her most intimate parts. She turned so he could wash her back.
It surprised him that he could take such pleasure in touching the small of a woman's back, her slender neck, her finely muscled shoulders. As he moved his hands over her creamy skin, he could feel the musculature beneath the surface and he found himself becoming more and more aroused. When he finished, he pulled her back against him into the streams of water to rinse.
As the last of the soap rinsed away, she opened her legs slightly and captured his cock between them. He felt her strong thighs squeeze him. Then she rose slightly on tiptoe, one leg held a little higher. He could feel the head of his penis pushing against her slick pussy lips. She lowered herself slightly and he pushed himself up into her. He felt her full lips flower open and surround his tip. She stood still, holding him there. Then, without warning, she rose off of him and turned around to face him. He recognized that hungry look in her eyes again. Reaching behind her he turned off the water.
She stepped carefully out of the shower, dripping water on the cool ceramic tiles. Tyler grabbed a towel from the towel bar and wrapped it around her. She was hardly dried when she pushed the damp towel back around him. She skimmed it across his body and then dropped it to the floor. She stood back and looked him up and down, smiling appreciatively. When her lips parted and she licked her lips instinctively, he grabbed her arms and pushed her backwards into the bedroom. He wanted to fuck her. Now.
He pushed her downward until she sat on the edge of bed, bouncing slightly on the mattress. He paused for the briefest of moments when she grabbed his hips, pulling him toward her mouth. This time, she pulled his cock into her mouth greedily as she slid off the bed. He backed up a step and looked down. She was on her knees, taking him in her mouth. He could feel her controlling him with her hands on his hips. He buried his hands in her hair and enjoyed the incredible sensations that rocked through his body. He had never imagined it could be this good, even better than in the car.
Looking down again, he watched his pride slide in and out of her mouth. Again, she had her fingers circled around the base of his shaft. She looked up and stopped, moving her head back, she teased him, flicking him with her tongue, gently sliding her pearly white teeth over the tip. Then she released him, backing up and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He moved toward her, intending to push her legs apart, to push himself into her, but she held up her hand to stop him. He watched while she slipped two fingers into her mouth, wetting them generously with her own saliva. Then she reached down between her legs, burying her fingers in the folds of her vagina. She began to pleasure herself in front of him, catching her clit between her fingers, and then pressing her fingers inside. He could see her getting wetter, getting more and more aroused, a pink flush spreading across her cheeks and her chest.
"Now –" she whispered, and he leaned over her. He pushed his knees against her thighs, pushing them open. She moved toward him, until her ass was right on the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs, then and pushed his cock deep inside. She moaned and he heard her say "Oh, god." He stopped, fully inside her, and felt her warmth pulsing around him. He reached behind her knees, pushing her legs up over his shoulders. He felt himself go even deeper. She whimpered slightly. He eased back, slowly. The pleasure was incredible. He pulled back even further, until just the head of his cock was inside. He relaxed there momentarily, centering himself with a few deep breaths. Each breath caused her to moan, and he could feel her pulling at him with muscles inside her vagina. He had not realized a woman could do that. He took a few short strokes, watching waves of pleasure cross her face. She reached her hands up over her head and he watched her tits bounce while he pumped. Suddenly her thighs gripped him and she stopped him. She looked up at him while she shrugged away from him, leaving a distance between them. A smile played on her lips as her toes pushed against his thighs.
Damn, she was infuriating sometimes!
Grabbing her ankles and twisting them, Tyler forced her to roll. Then he climbed up on the bed and threw her the rest of the way onto her stomach. Grabbing her hips, he hoisted her up onto her hands and knees. He was angry, so he spanked her ass and pulled her toward him. He was ready to ram his cock inside, but just as he began to enter her, she pulled away. Damn, the woman was driving him crazy! He spanked her again, and this time, he held her firmly and he entered her slowly. He stopped halfway, holding her still.
She murmured, "Oh, god," her head falling forward. He could feel her trembling. He stayed still as long as he could, then he rammed into her, setting a quick, steady pace. She pumped against him, and he watched his cock sliding in and out of her, slick with her creamy nectar. She began moaning and whimpering, each thrust increasing the volume of her vocalizations. Her arms gave out and she collapsed forward on the bed. He felt her warm, wet walls begin to pulse around his cock, and he reached around to finger her clit. She spread her legs far apart and placed her hand on top of his, guiding him in pleasuring her. "Oh god oh god oh god," she cried, pushing her ass toward him, meeting every thrust he made.
Her shuddering was uncontrollable as she came, and he couldn't hold back any longer. Tyler drilled her hard one last time, pushing himself as far as he could go, his thighs and ass tight with the exertion. He felt himself throb as he released his load deep inside her. Exhausted, he leaned forward, turning her and lying next to her on the bed. She reached over her shoulder and buried her hand in his hair pulling him toward her. He nestled against her and draped his right arm over her side, tracing lacy circles on her stomach, hips, and breasts. God, he felt good. She felt good. They rested a while together like that, until she stirred. He felt himself slip out of her as she pulled away.
Tyler gazed at her sleek body as she walked into the bathroom noting the slight dimples just above her waist. It reminded him of a violin, curvy and sensuous. Moments later she returned with a warm wash cloth. She eased it over his cock, gently wiping him clean. She wiped his entire groin area and his thighs as well. When she finished, she returned the cloth to the bathroom. He relaxed, closing his eyes. He felt the cooling effects of evaporation as he waited for her to return.
When she did, she was wearing a light sweater and jeans. She brought his clothes and bag to the bed. She reached for his hands and pulled him up to a sitting position. Her hands brushed over his chest and then she reached around his neck, leaning toward him for a kiss. Tyler wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. He pulled her closer. She complied, snuggling into his neck for a moment before handing him his shirt. He pulled his bag over and took out his jeans. He stood up from the bed and dressed, watching her watch him. She reached to help him zip and button his jeans. She brushed her fingertips along his waistband, around to his back, and then to the front again. She pushed his shirt up slightly and kissed his stomach. Gently she nipped him, then kissed the spot. This time, he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled down at her. Then she released him and put on her shoes and socks. He did the same, sitting next to her on the bed. As she bent to tie her shoe, he leaned over and nipped her on the neck. She leaned into it, her eyes closing in bliss, and he followed it with a kiss. Then she silently got up and headed into the living room.
Tyler finished with his shoes and followed. She was standing out on the deck, right where they had started earlier. He walked up behind her and put his arms around her. After a moment, he turned and walked into the house, closing the sliding door behind him. Once inside, she picked up her own bag and glanced around the room, making sure everything was still in order. She opened the front door for him, checking the lock as she closed it. The cool evening air reminded him of relaxing on the bed. They both got in the car without speaking and she started the engine.
As she drove back toward town, he realized he still didn't know her name. He started to ask her, but she silenced him.
"Sshhh. Don't speak yet. You'll need to tell me how to get to your house. Let me get back to town. You can tell me from there." She reached her hand over the center console and rested it on his thigh. Her fingernails tugged at his inseam. He relaxed back into the seat, glancing at the roads from time to time or turning to studying her face and body. He had the feeling he would never see her again. He wanted to remember her. He wanted to remember it all. During the drive back, he relived moments from their time together, picturing her body, her face, remembering the feelings she aroused in him.
She pulled up to at a stoplight near the edge of town. "Tell me where to go from here." She paused and looked at him expectantly.
Tyler wanted to tell her to take him somewhere else, anywhere. He wanted her to just drive and to keep going. He wanted to do something to extend this, but he knew it was a stupid idea. They'd had the perfect afternoon. He had perfect memories. It couldn't get any better than this, could it?
He directed her how to get to his house. She drove in silence, obeying his commands. As they pulled up in front of his driveway, she turned toward him, putting the car in park. His house was still dark, no one home yet.
"I can't see the numbers. What street is this?" He told her the street address. She repeated it back. "Just in case," she said. "If I'm ever in the area and I need help or something. Just in case."
She leaned over and caressed his face. Gently, sweetly she kissed him. He pushed into her, wanting more. Wanting a memorable ending to it all. He pulled her lower lip into his mouth and bit it gently, then more forcefully. She stiffened, and pushed back, driving her tongue into his mouth. "O god," she murmured as she broke off the kiss. Her shyness had returned and she lowered her head. A few strands of hair hung over her eyes. He pulled her chin up and made her look at him.
She repeated his street address two more times. "I don't live around here, you know. But I want to remember. Just in case."
"Yeah. Just in case," he echoed. "I'm here."
He stepped out of the car, pulling his bag over his shoulder. She watched him as he closed the car door and walked around to her window. She opened the window.
Tyler restated his address one last time before he walked up to the front door. She was pulling away from the curb when he turned for one last look.
His cousin ribbed him for months. Who was she? Did you get any? Every time Tyler just smiled and laughed. "Oh yeah. Wouldn't you like to know all about it?" And every time they played on the field, he scanned the trees and the far end of the parking lot. Someday, maybe, she'd be there again at the end of fourth quarter. |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 12 | 43,763 | 4.65 | 549,515 | [
"seduction",
"cheating",
"rough sex"
] | "Wow."
That was all that Jo could say in reaction to the story that Tess had just related to her as they chatted on the Skype connection. Jo was still overseas but now in Kuwait, awaiting her orders to return to the States, but safe, now.
What Tess had told her was the 'true' story of John Brown's death, Miriam's husband, Hope's father. The public story was that he suffered a massive coronary upon returning from a business trip after walking into his home, dropping dead in the foyer of their house. True enough, he did die from a massive heart attack but what was not public was what caused his heart to explode.
What had happened to the roly-poly gnome that was John Brown was when he returned, early, from that business trip, he caught his wife, Miriam, with three of her teenaged lovers having sex in his living room. The last thing that John Brown's eyes registered was his wife on her knees before his couch, a young man fucking his wife, doggy style, while she, his wife, sucked the cock of a second young man as she expertly stroked the hard, thick cock of a third young man sitting on the couch.
"And, you're sure that's what really happened?" Jo asked Tess as they viewed each other on their computer's screens.
"Jo, that's what Miriam, herself, confessed to me the night of his burial," Tess explained, adding, "I guess she felt the need to tell someone, to confess her big sin, I suppose," her voice betraying uncertainty as to why Miriam told her this.
They, the neighbors, the few family members that had attended Mr. Brown's services, had gathered at the Brown's home afterwards to express condolences and the like as with most funerals. As the crowd of well-wishers thinned, it was soon just Tess and Miriam, Hope having gone to bed aided by a sedative administered by Chris, Tess' step-mom who, it will be remembered, is a doctor.
"I mean, once she started sharing the true story, it flowed from her as if a dam had burst," Tess explained further to Jo, "So, I listened and gave her what comfort I could but, shit, I didn't really need to hear that and sure as shit, Hope never needs to know the truth of that night."
"True 'dat, baby; sad story but as out of shape as he was and, as overweight as he was, he was a time bomb ticking down anyway, only a matter of time," Jo said to Tess, the truth of that observation causing them both to nod in agreement.
"My time is up, baby," Jo said to her step-sis, "talk again in a couple of days?"
"You bet; we'll be moved in and should have our internet connection up and running by then. Love you!" Tess said to her Jo as they exchanged air-kisses with each other, signing off afterwards.....
The summer semester was over, Becks had graduated but, in a move that nobody saw coming, Becks and her married lover had run off together, causing a bit of drama for Tess and Jean to deal with. Becks' dad took back the title of the house that he had deeded to Becks as a pre-graduation gift when the truth came out about Becks and her married girlfriend.
Apologizing to Tess and Jean about placing them in a position that required them to find other living arrangements, he helped them secure a small,two story, two bedroom bungalow near the college as he prepared to sell the big house, using his connections in real estate to do so.
It was going to be okay, both Jean and Tess thought about the move, they would be fine as they prepared to enter their Senior year in a few weeks when the Fall semester started.
Jamming her Summer school schedule with as many hours as she could, Tess had herself positioned to graduate college early, two semesters early to be exact. At the urging of Dr. Willie, she had already started her application for Graduate School, her acceptance a done-deal since Dr. Willie and Dr. Bea co-chaired the Graduate program for the College of History at their school.
Oh, she had the grades, did Tess, and on that alone, she would probably be accepted anyway, but, having an 'inside track' was never a bad thing in Academia.
As far as her social life was concerned, it was practically non-existent that Summer, her class-load and work load as the profs' student assistant, taking much of her time. She and Madge, Tess' own married lover, still saw each other as circumstances allowed and, in fact, Tess' older lover had become a semi-regular fixture at the old Victorian house that Tess shared with Becks and Jean that summer whenever Madge's husband was safely away on his business trips.
It was only a matter of time, one could suppose but, eventually, Jean joined them in hot, steamy threesomes when the occasion presented itself from time to time. For Madge, it was all coming up roses she thought, having two young coeds to pleasure, and, to pleasure her.
Win-win was Madge's feelings about that, never, seemingly, able to sate her desire of their young pussies. Even better, for Madge, was that if Tess or Jean weren't available for play, the other usually was, apparently no jealousies between the two coeds about sharing her pussy. It was all good for the thirty-six year old married woman as far as she was concerned.
Jean's social life had suffered from her loaded-up class schedule as Tess' had, so having Madge available at the drop of a pair of panties, so to speak, served Jean well.
There would be no 2nd Annual All-Girls Soiree this year, sadly, the new living space shared by Tess and Jean being too small for such an event. There were many other coeds as saddened by that fact as Jean and Tess were.
As the semester moved along that Fall, both of the Amigoes buried themselves in their classwork or, more correctly stated, were buried by the loads they carried that Fall.
Logging off of Skype after her weekly late night phone call with Jo (ten hours time difference), Tess found herself unable to sleep, her Skype time with Jo having made her lonely for the touch and taste of her step-sis. Jean was out on a rare date and Madge was unavailable because of her husband being home so, out of boredom more than anything else, Tess roamed the personals of Craigslist for her city seeking masturbation fodder for her grist mill.
"seeking nsa play.young is good." the 'catch-line' of the ad stated. Clicking on the ad, Tess read further.
"Traveling sales exec seeks young, but legal, playmate. I don't want to fall in love, I just want to make love with younger lez, not bi, not curious; you must already know that you like pussy, I do. Your pic gets mine. ps. I'm married but he won't know."
Hmmph.
Seems to be a lot of unsatisfied married women out there, Tess thought in the moment.
Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, Tess thought as she composed a short reply and attaching a lingerie pic that did not show her face but did, in marvelous detail, show her toned body in a lacy bra and skimpy panties.
This particular pic had been taken by Miriam, Mrs. Brown, of Tess during a session in Miriam's home studio. Tess had lot of pics of her taken by Miriam, both nude and semi-nude, the photos able to stand alone as works of art, on her laptop.
Clicking send, Tess then navigated to a lesbian free porn site and masturbated her relief of her lonliness that night, falling asleep with a smile on her face, afterwards.
"Loved the pic, thanks. Would you be up for a drink in my suite, at my hotel, to talk? To see if we click? Hope so. Hope you like my pic as well."
Clicking on the attachment, it opened a R-rated pic of a woman, on the slender side, with a cute face, short Auburn hair, and nice looking boobs from what Tess could see. Had no idea of age but Tess thought her to be mid-thirties to early forties.
Tess thought about it a few minutes, that's all, before replying in the positive about the date, asking for the poster to pick a time after six'ish and the name of her hotel with room number. Clicking send, off the reply flew into that magical world of cyber-space. Gathering her backpack and laptop, Tess left for her day of classes, wondering about the married women she's run into in her life and their love of other females.
"Seven? Tonight? I can't wait." was the short reply but with another attachment. Clicking onto the icon, a 'phone-pic' showed a naked female body with firm breasts and trimmed bush, the reflection of the flash blotting out any facial details.
Grinning, Tess sent her mystery date another pic, totally naked in an incredibly sexy pose. Clicking send, Tess thought she detected a bit of a warm shudder from her privates, bringing a wry smile to her face.
After showering, Tess dressed after picking out lingerie and a skirt/blouse combo that simply made her look so very fuckable and, after all, that was the point of it all, wasn't it?
Driving to the hotel, Tess decided that she liked fucking married women who were cheating; liked the danger and thrill of the assignation, and wondering if she was a really a 'sicko' she decided that she really didn't give a fuck if she was.
"Hi."
"Hi, I'm Tess."
"Please, come in...." Syl, said, giving Tess an appreciative look, her eyes and smile a clear indication that she liked what she saw.
"I'm Sylvia, but, call me Syl," extending her hand to Tess in greeting. Taking the hand in hers, Tess brazenly held it and moving close to Syl, leaned in and gave her a soft, teasing kiss to her lips.
"Mmmmmm, that was nice," Syl remarked, her eyes staring hard into Tess', the corner of her mouth lifted in a one-sided grin, a leering grin, at that.
"Like a drink? You are old enough to drink, aren't you?" Syl asked as she walked to the bar area of her suite.
"Not really. Won't be twenty-one for a few months but doesn't stop me from drinking," Tess replied with a chuckle.
"I could use a stiff martini...have one with me?" Syl asked, reaching for the Gin and Vermouth bottles, her eyebrow arching in question.
"Yep. Like a well-made martini," Tess answered as she dropped onto one of the two barstools in front of the small wet-bar.
"Perfect. Two 'tinis coming up," Syl responded, proceeding to do her thing in making them.
"So, Tess," Syl said when taking the other barstool, next to Tess', "How long have you been doing girls?"
"Girls? Since I was fourteen; Women? Since I was sixteen," Tess answered honestly.
"Ahh, a friend's mother, I would guess?" Syl pried.
"Yep. About a year after I did the daughter first, though," Tess replied with a bit of a chuckle.
"You're not the least bit shy or bashful, are you?" Syl correctly observed.
"Nor are you," Tess responded as the smooth martini slid down her throat, excellent and strong she thought, "your post was very straight forward, reason I answered it."
"Life's too short to play games," Syl responded, trailing a long nail down the side of Tess' face, down her neck, pausing only a second or two before continuing to trace a line across the swell of Tess' tits through the vee of her blouse.
"I agree," Tess said, not stopping Syl as the married woman cupped her hand over Tess' boobs, one at a time, mumurring appreciatively while doing so.
"So, you don't have a problem that I'm twice your age?" Syl asked, her hand now on Tess' thigh, her fingers creeping slowly under Tess' short skirt.
"Uh-uh, like playing with older women, like that they are into their thing, not needing to play games, knowing what they want," Tess answered, her snatch starting to warm up from Syl's expert touches.
"Doesn't bother you that I'm married, that I'm looking for a fuck-buddy when I come to town?" Syl probed further, her hand under Tess' skirt, her fingertips tracing the outline of Tess' thong.
"Not my problem, its yours to handle, don't care at all," Tess replied, downing the rest of her martini and reaching for the back of Syl's head with her hand.
Pulling Syl close, Tess kissed Syl, their mouths opening at once, their tongues fighting with the other immediately, Syl's fingertips now under Tess' thong, rubbing circles over her mons.
"'Nother 'tini?" Syl asked when they broke their kiss, "you know, to help us relax?"
"That'd be fine," Tess answered, walking over to the sliding patio doors that led out onto a balcony that overlooked the University across the boulevard from the hotel.
"Anything you don't do, sexually, Tess?" Syl asked, handing Tess her drink.
"Guys." was the short answer.
"Oooooh, leaves a lot of territory to cover, doesn't it, sweet-thing?" Syl replied, her leering smile even more so, now.
Downing her martini quickly, Tess set the glass down on an end table. Tess turned and walked back into the main room of the suite, removing her top, then her skirt as she did so. letting them fall to the floor behind her as she walked slowly to the small wet bar. She turned towards Syl, letting Syl gaze upon her near nakedness in the bra and thong that simply cried out that the wearer wanted to be fucked.
While keeping her eyes locked with Tess, Syl removed her blouse and skirt, letting them join Tess' garments on the suite's floor, her breasts inviting in the pushup bra, the outline of her slit visable against her tight silk briefs.
"Lock the door, Tess, I think it's time for us to fuck," Syl directed, walking towards the bedroom just off the main room of the suite.
"I think you're right," Tess agreed, locking the door then following Syl into the bedroom.
They got onto the bed from different sides, their eyes locked and burning with lust, both women knee-walking on the bed, meeting in the middle.
With her hand gripping the back of Tess' hair tightly, Syl pulled Tess' mouth to hers, kissing Tess hard, her mouth almost gnawing as she drove her tongue deep into Tess' mouth. Pulling her lips from Tess', Syl bit down on the coed's bottom lip, hard, as if she were going to chew it off.
"Sometimes, I like it a little rough, that a problem?" Syl hissed, her lips hovering over Tess'.
"Not for me," Tess replied, undoing Syl's bra at the same time, throwing it to the floor of the bedroom with one hand, her other hand cupping Syl's breast, squeezing it hard, dropping her mouth onto the nipple and biting down upon it, drawing a gasp of pain/pleasure from Syl's lips.
Almost throwing Syl onto the bed with a push, Tess got on top of the woman, her hands and mouth busily attacking Syl's breasts, as Syl undid, then removed Tess' bra, tossing it to the floor to join hers.
"Harder, you can bite me harder," Syl commanded between gasps of pleasure as Tess bit and chewed on Syl's breasts, knowing that, in the morning, Syl will have major hickies on her tits. As she did as asked and increased the pressure of her bites to Syl's tits and nipples, Tess had her knee pushed hard against Syl's pussy, the juices sliming Tess' kneecap through Syl's silk panties as Syl humped her pussy against Tess' knee.
Sucking and biting on the older woman's breasts with a ferocity driven by the moment, Tess slipped her hand between their bodies, under the thin silk material of Syl's panties. Slipping two fingers into Syl's pussy, wet and slick with the woman's juices, Tess began finger-fucking Syl, each thrust of her fingers bringing small cries of acceptance from Syl's lips.
Pulling off Syl's panties, roughly, Tess had her mouth onto Syl's pussy quickly, noting how large the outer lips were, almost like butterfly wings, Tess thought as she took one into her mouth, between her teeth, pulling as if trying to rip it from Syl's body.
"OH.....MY......GOD....." Syl's voice screamed as Tess performed cunnilingus upon the woman, doing things with her mouth and tongue that Syl had never experienced in her forty-one years on this earth. Syl had been eating pussy and playing with females since she was a High School student, had been with women so many times that she long ago stopped counting. But, this one, this Tess person, was doing things with her mouth that Syl didn't know was possible, making Syl damned near crazy with lust and desire for more and more.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," Syl cried loudly when her orgasm rolled over her body, causing Syl to buck and thrust her hips against Tess' mouth so violently that the backboard of the bed banged the wall of the bedroom loudly.
Letting Syl's orgasmic shudders ebb, Tess continued licking and sucking Syl's pussy in post-climax play, but gently now, lovingly now, the complete opposite of her rough oral assault that brought Syl to orgasm in the first place.
"Up here...now...I have to have you, I need to taste you, now, please......" Syl's plaintive voice begged Tess as she pulled Tess from between her legs to lay on her back, Syl sliding her body on top of Tess' as she sucked on Tess' firm tits.
Driving her tongue deeply into Tess' mouth, Syl's hand was clamped on the young coed's breast, squeezing hard, her fingers pinching the thick, hard nipple, bringing a gasp of pain and pleasure to Tess' mouth, smothered by the older woman's own. Breaking the kiss, Syl slowly slid her body down Tess', sucking, licking and biting, leaving trails of redness and wetness, her hands pulling Tess' thong from the coed's gorgeous body.
Feeling Tess' heels on her back, trapping her between the coed's legs, Syl lowered her mouth to Tess' sweet-smelling cunt, moans of lustful contentment making Tess' pussy-lips vibrate in the woman's mouth.
"Mmmmmm, ooommmmmmm," Syl cooed, the sound muffled by her mouth locked onto Tess' pussy, the taste driving Syl into a feeding frenzy it would seem to anyone watching as the older ate the younger in that bedroom on that night.
Gripping Syl's head by her hair, Tess pulled and held the woman's mouth to her pussy as she humped against it, her hips moving fast with excitement of her building orgasm, now.
"MOTHER FUCKER!!!" Tess suddenly screamed when she exploded, her juices flooding Syl's mouth who happily, hungrily tried to suck them from Tess' snatch, both of them producing primal, animal sounds of satisfaction.
When Tess' body stopped quaking, Syl crawled to lay on top of Tess, kissing her gently, lovingly, which Tess returned, her hands frantically holding onto and rubbing the woman's body as they kissed each other for what seemed like hours.
Finally breaking their kiss to each other, Syl flopped off of Tess' body, rolling to lay next to her on the bed, the sheets damp with their sex sweat, their smell of sex permeating the bedroom of the suite.
As if their minds were linked, now, they held each other in post-sex embrace, each nibbling on the other with small bites, some soft, some hard, all producing pleasure for both women.
"Shower with me?" Syl asked as she slipped from Tess' arms to stand next to the bed, her legs still a bit shaky from their torrid lovemaking.
"Yes, just what I was thinking," Tess replied, finding her own legs a bit shaky as well when she stood, feeling a bit light-headed at the same time.
They took turns on their knees, pleasuring each other in the shower as the mulit-jets of hot water pulsed on their bodies. Pushing Syl against the water-slick glass wall of the shower, Tess sucked Syl's full breasts as her fingers fucked the woman's pussy furiously, lifting the woman to her tiptoes in enjoyment, bringing her to an orgasm so wrenching that she was almost sobbing with joy, lustful joy that Syl didn't want to end.
Standing next to the sex-wrecked bed, Tess put on her top and skirt, stuffing her bra and thong into her leather clutch catch-all bag, her eyes taking in Syl's sexy nakedness. Reaching and pulling Syl closer to her, Tess bent down and kissed Syl while her fingers pinched Syl's already red, hard nipples, producing a shudder and moan as the pain reached Syl's brain cells.
Red welts of teeth marks were all over Syl's torso, tits, and thighs, making Tess wonder how Syl would explain that to her husband. Oh well, Tess thought further, not my problem; Syl wanted to get fucked tonight and get fucked she did.
They exchanged phone numbers, and with one last, long kiss of goodnight, Tess left the older woman still in her bed, making sure the hotel door locked shut behind her, then walking to the elevator to go home.
Re-running the night through her mind as she drove home, Tess' pussy would not quit tingling, would not shut down from its excitement. Tess enjoyed the night of rough sex with Syl, no doubt about it, her mind not able to shut itself off as she entered the bungalow that she shared with Jean.
Walking past Jean's room, across the hallway from her own, Jean's door was opened, Jean's naked body laying on top of her sheets, asleep. Tess stopped, staring at Jean's firm ass as Jean lay on her on her stomach. Stripping out of her clothes in her room, Tess reached into her nightstand drawer, retrieving her strap-on device and slipped it onto her body. Changing the screw-on dildo to one that was more slender, she lubed it with an anti-biotic lubricant, making sure it was slick.
Crawling into Jean's bed, Tess woke her housemate with gentle, loving kisses to Jean's back and shoulders, Jean murmurring and cooing when she realized that it wasn't a dream, that Tess was indeed in bed with her.
"Still horny, baby?" Jean questioned dreamingly as she awoke from her sleep.
Lifting her mouth and tongue from between Jean's ass-cheeks, Tess' fingers holding them apart for her to lick up and down, she answered, "Yeah, I am, sweetie, and I so want to fuck you in the ass, baby."
"Mmmmmm, I'd like that, baby, I really would," Jean replied, just the mention of her being fucked in the ass getting her horny motor running at full speed. Lifting her ass to Tess, Jean assumed the kneeling position, small sounds of anticipation from her mouth.
Kneeling between Jean's legs, Tess positioned the cock-head at Jean's puckered hole, and slowly, she slipped it into Jean's asshole, which brought a grunt, then a moan of pleasure as Tess began pounding Jean's ass harder and harder.
"Harder, fuck me harder, make me cum," Jean cried to her housemate/lover/mistress, both of her hands gripping onto the sheets tightly. Dropping from her knees so that her clit could feel the friction of the sheet rubbing against it as Tess' thrusts moved her mons back and forth, Jean buried her mouth onto her pillow, biting, moaning loudly as Tess pounded her ass.
"Sweet fucking Jesus," Jean cried out when the climax bitch-slapped her hard, shaking her body mightedly. And, barely giving Jean time to recover from her rocked world, Tess ripped the strap-on harness from her body, flipping Jean onto her back, and quickly sat on Jean's face.
"Eat me, make me cum, now, baby, now," Tess commanded, her hips already moving her pussy back and forth across Jean's mouth and tongue, Jean trying her very best to keep up.
Possibly a world record for Tess, the speed in which her orgasm came to her. Rocking her pussy back and forth in after-play, Tess felt the andrenalin leaving her body, and realizing that she was suddenly feeling exhausted, she fell over onto Jean's bed next to her friend, her tears starting to flow almost immediately.
Taking Jean into her arms, Tess smothered her with sweet kisses, tears streaming from her eyes as she begged Jean to forgive her rough treatment of her, begged Jean not to hate her because of how she had attacked her just then.
"Shh, Shhh, it's okay, Tess, it's really okay, baby, please don't cry, please....I don't hate you, I could never hate you," Jean replied as she tried to console Tess with these words, both relaxing, the drama of the moment ending.
"Don't know what got you so cranked up but, have to say, I didn't mind your wake-up call at all, sweetie," Jean said as she held onto Tess tightly, her hand smoothing Tess' tousled hair lovingly.
"Can I sleep with you tonight, baby?," Tess asked, her body melting against her housmate, Jean's stroking of her hair soothing her to no end.
"Anytime, baby, anytime," Jean answered soothingly, cradling Tess tightly in her arms..... |
Don't Date the Bitch in Apartment 23 Ch. 04 | 6,038 | 4.71 | 1,958,000 | [
"chloe",
"june",
"rim",
"strap-on",
"anal",
"roommate",
"love",
"proposal",
"television"
] | Disclaimer: I do not own Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
\*\*\*\*\*
June was really starting to worry. Even by her girlfriend's standards, Chloe had been acting weird, and whenever June thought that she had seen the craziest thing ever Chloe had a tendency to introduce her to a whole new level of crazy. The same could be said for the twisted and kinky things in their sex life.
So in other words, this was either going to be really good, or really bad. Or maybe a mix of both, but June was definitely hoping for something good. Although honestly, at this point she just wanted to get it over with. Rip it off, like a Band-Aid. Or just for Chloe to really talk to her again. And really talk, not just dismiss her with a few words. So when they settled down to dinner she push the issue.
"Seriously, what's wrong Chloe?" June pushed, "And I know you, remember? I know when you're lying."
There was a long pause, and then without looking up Chloe admitted, "It's our anniversary."
June frowned, "No it isn't."
"Yes it is." Chloe repeated, before clarifying with a sigh, "It's the anniversary of you moving in right away because you're such a big lesbo and... and... that means it's-"
"The anniversary of the day we met." June's eyes went wide and doe-like, "Awww, Chloe-"
"You see this, this is why I didn't want to mention it." Chloe huffed.
"No, it's really sweet." June beamed.
"I don't do sweet." Chloe growled.
"Oh we both know that's not true." June scolded, before grinning, "I remember too, by the way, I just didn't think you'd want to make a big deal of it given we didn't do much last time."
"Didn't do much?" Chloe raised an eyebrow, "Is that what we're calling a day of my face buried in your vagina?"
Which of course caused June to blush becomingly, "Yes, well... I mean no. I mean... you know what I mean."
"Yeah, but it's so fun to watch you squirm." Chloe grinned, before becoming serious again, "I know that's not when we got together, but... it was the beginning of us, you know?"
"I know." June softly agreed, and then after a pause added, "We were such different people then."
"I'm still not sure how I feel about that." Chloe grumbled.
"I know." June smiled softly, treading very carefully as she told her girlfriend, "But I love this, ever so slightly, relaxed version of you."
"Same." Chloe smiled softly, before grinning wickedly, "Plus I loved pulling that stick out of your ass, and replacing it with my flag."
"Yes, well..." June blushed, admitting after a brief pause, "So did I. But then, I enjoy everything we do together."
"That's pretty obvious." Chloe pointed out quickly, before admitting as she reached over to take June's hand, "Me too. Which is also pretty obvious. But it's not just the sex. It's everything. Everything is better with you. And I hate that. I promised myself I would never be that girl, but here I am, that girl. That girl who defines happiness as being with someone. And remembers sappy shit, like anniversaries. Birthdays. Names. God, we even remember the things each other likes, and worse, tries it. I would barf if I wasn't so happy. And, and I always want to have you in my life. But being friends, or whatever we were at the start isn't enough. I need you to be mine. All mine. And I need guys to stop hitting on you. Or at least a little less. So... I just need you to say yes, okay?"
June frowned, "To what?"
"You can't tell?" Chloe gave a little laugh, before sighing, getting up and walking round the table and then she got down on one knee in front of her now wide-eyed girlfriend. There was then a long pause and then Chloe groaned, "Please don't make me say the words."
After gulping softly June gave a little smile, "I think you kind of have too."
"Oh come on June, you know what I'm saying." Chloe whined.
"Yeah, but if we're doing this, you're going to do it right." June smiled, "If it helps I'll totally say yes."
"Fine." Chloe grumbled, "June... will you marry me?"
Initially June was too busy grinning madly to respond. Then a look of betrayal crossed Chloe's face and June quickly snapped into action, pulling her hand free of her girlfriend's, cupping her face and then softly kissing her. June had imagined this moment a thousand times, and had technically already experienced it once, but that had been the wrong person.
It felt right at the time, but now June regret saying yes to him. She couldn't imagine ever regretting this though, as there was no doubt in her mind that this was truly the right person for her, and Chloe had proven it by being more loving and romantic than most people would ever give her credit for. Which was why although the kiss was soft and gentle it was easily the one of the most passionate kisses of her life and as June put everything she had into it.
"Just to clarify, that's a yes." June beamed once the kiss was over.
"Yeah, got that, thanks..." Chloe mumbled.
This response cause June to frown. Chloe still seemed nervous for some reason, which was weird. And worrying. Actually more worrying than anything else, but before June could really think it through Chloe was kissing her again, and this time there was nothing gentle about it. It was hard, and rough, and June almost felt like she was fighting for her life instead of kissing back.
Which she did, a lot. Her clothes weren't as lucky and they got ripped along on the way to their bedroom, which would never not be hot, even if it was very costly. It was also very encouraging, because it felt normal. Just Chloe ravaging her again. But no, Chloe had one more surprise for her, which revealed shortly after dumping a completely naked June on their bed and then crawl on top of her.
"I got you a ring, BTW, but I returned it and got another one." Chloe explained after a sigh once she was in position, "Then I returned that and got another one, and again, and again, and again, because nothing seemed, I don't know, good enough for you. We can pick one out if you really want, but it's nothing but an expensive accessory, and I have thousands of those. And I've given you thousands of those. Which is why tonight I wanted to give you something else. Something I haven't given anyone. Something I wouldn't give to anyone else. So... I guess you could say I'm giving you a ring, just not a diamond one."
When Chloe didn't immediately elaborate June gently pushed her, "Meaning?"
"Meaning... I want you to take my anal cherry." Chloe revealed.
"Oh." June blushed.
"What? Don't believe I'm still a back door virgin?" Chloe frowned.
"No! It's not that. It's just that..." June initially stammered, searching for the right words, "You've been very clear that I'm the bottom, and you're the top, in this relationship."
"Yeah, and that's still technically true given this is my idea and all." Chloe quickly pointed out, before sighing, "And I kind of miss men. And I'm certainly not willing to share. And I didn't think you would be up for giving me a freebie."
"Is that's something you want?" June asked softly.
"God no. Which is why I'm suggesting this." Chloe admitted, before quickly adding, "But more importantly I want to prove this is real to me."
June smiled, "I know that?"
"Do you?" Chloe frowned, quickly adding, "Because I had a talk with Luther, and he was only too happy to tell me all about you're chat with James about me and your doubts about us."
Looking horrified June quickly protested, "Chloe, I'm so sorry-"
"It's fine." Chloe grumbled.
"It isn't." June protested.
"This isn't my first time asking someone to marry me. And it sure as hell won't be my first time getting married." Chloe pointed out, "I've done it tons of times. I've pretended to be in love. I've even pretended to be pregnant. I've done it a lot for a cheap thrill, or to screw someone over, or for money, but not you. Never you. At least, not again. I'll add it to my vows too. And I'll do whatever it takes to prove this is real. But I thought we were past this. I thought you knew you could ask me anything, and I would tell you the truth."
"I do. I just had a moment of stupid doubt. I'm so sorry Chloe." June apologised, then after a long pause asked, "That's not why you wanted to marry me, is it?"
"No, I want to marry you because I love you." Chloe said, "I just feel I need to prove that love."
"You don't, and I'm sorry I made you feel that way." June said softly, biting her lip briefly before adding, "But if you seriously want to try this, we can try."
"I do." Chloe smiled softly.
"Then how about we warm up first?" June smiled.
"My thoughts exactly." Chloe beamed.
For a moment they just stared at each other, then they simultaneously leaned in for another soft kiss. June would have been more than happy with like an hour of that before they moved on, followed by another hour of foreplay, but unsurprisingly Chloe had other plans.
Plans which made June increasingly nervous, but also turned on, as Chloe retrieved her harness, strapped it to June and then started sucking it like it was real, making June gasp softly. She'd given many blow jobs in her life, mostly to Chloe at this point, but she'd never seen it from this angle and despite herself she found it hot, and weirdly relaxing, June smiling nervously and then placing a hand upon the top of Chloe's head to show she approved of this.
Chloe looked up at June and grinned around the cock, which of course caused her new fiancé to blush again, to her credit June maintained eye contact, making Chloe fall just a little bit more in love with her. Which was now a regular occurrence for her, which was why Chloe had done the unthinkable, actually propose to someone for real.
Just as she had said, it wasn't a scheme to get money or just a cheap thrill, Chloe genuinely wanted to be with this person for the rest of her life. And not just anyone, but another girl! Which seemed like a practical joke on her given her previous dislike of women and fondness for men, but maybe this just proved you couldn't help who you fell in love with. Because Chloe would have never picked June, but now she couldn't imagine her life without her.
Of course that was more than enough sappy words. Chloe was never fond of them, and while she had no doubt June loved them under these circumstances they just seemed like empty promises, words Chloe had said countless times before without meaning them. Which was why she revelled in the chance to prove herself with this twisted act.
Hell, just the build up to it was pretty twisted, given that after several minutes of bobbing her head up and down Chloe grinned again and pushed her head all the way down until her lips reached the base, meaning the full length of the dildo was buried down her throat. And best of all, June kept eye contact with her the whole time, which just made Chloe grin more.
She had always loved sucking cock, and it was so thrilling to get back to something she loved. Sure, it wasn't the warm, yummy treat of the past, and no matter how much Chloe deep throated it she would never receive a hot load from it, but this sex toy had an advantage which no other sex toy or real cock ever had, it was around the waist of June Colburn.
Which automatically made it the most important blow job of Chloe's life, and she gave her all to it like never before. Which not only involved deep throating, it involved holding that position while she choked and gagged on the dick before moving to bob her head again, this time her lips meeting the base with every downward stroke.
It was an extreme she used to give on the daily, but as she was out of practice Chloe ended up choking and gagging more than a high-schooler on prom night who was too chicken to go all the way. Which obviously made June look concerned, and it even looked like she tried to ask Chloe if she was okay, but Chloe just tuned her out and sucked even more enthusiastically.
Of course as much as Chloe loved sucking cock she was eager to get fucked with a cock for the first time in almost 6 months. She was also kind of curious about the anal, but mostly Chloe just wanted to get it over with so she could prove just how much she loved June, and so she could turn the tables back to what they should be.
So eventually Chloe pulled her mouth off the dildo and asked her lover, "So, ready to fuck me?"
"Ye, yes." June stammered unconvincingly, before forcing herself to sound serious as she added, "Yes."
Chloe grinned at the adorableness of her girlfriend, and then told her, "Well, you'd better prepare me then."
"How?" June asked softly.
"Same way that I just prepared you." Chloe said simply, before grinning again as she got on all fours on the bed, "Or more accurately, the way I normally prepare you."
"Oh." June blushed.
"Awww, come on June, don't be shy." Chloe grinned wickedly and wiggled her ass, "We both know you have plenty of experience eating my ass, except now instead of being my ass kissing bitch you're getting me ready to be your bitch. Mmmmm yeahhhhh, you're getting me ready for a butt fucking with your pretty little tongue. Oh yeah, pucker up and kiss my ass June! Kiss it and then fuck it! Oh fuck yeah!"
June wasn't shy, at least not in this case. She was just admiring the view. And enjoying Chloe's words. But the other girl was right, this was something she had experience in, which made her brave enough to get in position behind Chloe and give her what she wanted. Even if it was only a simple peck to her left butt cheek.
The important thing was it was a promise of more, and it was a promise that June soon delivered on, moving her lips back and forth between each of these cheeks and worshipping them just like she had been trained too. Well, mostly. Because this time was obviously different, and it was hard for June not to think about it.
It was incredibly nerve wrecking and out of her comfort zone, but then that was true for a lot of the things she had done with Chloe, and all of them had worked out. Well, almost all of them. There were a few wacky adventures along the way which weren't entirely legal, but if all goes well they would remain just a wacky story she could tell her kids about someday.
Maybe even their kids. But that was getting way ahead of herself, as was thinking about taking Chloe's anal virginity, so as hard as it was June did her best to concentrate on kissing her girlfriend's ass, while of course Chloe was only too happy to continue giving her encouragement.
"Oh yes June, that's it! Kiss my ass!" Chloe giggled with delight, "Ooooooh, that feels so good. You kiss ass so good June. Like you were born for it. Mmmmm yeahhhhh, you were born to be my little ass kissing bitch, ohhhhhh, but tonight June, I want you to make me your bitch. That means you will have to resist the urge to spend all night worshipping my butt, and fuck it, mmmmm, which means you got to spread apart the cheeks of mine and bury your cute little tongue into my fucking ass hole! Come on June, fuck my ass with your tongue, mmmmm, and then use a cock. Your cock! Oh yeah, kiss my fucking ass hole, oh fuck! Oh June!"
Although she did become a little lost in kissing Chloe's ass at least part of it was June teasing her girlfriend before finally giving her what she wanted. Or more accurately the first part of it, which was June spreading Chloe's cheeks and kissing her directly on the butt hole. Then she started sliding her tongue all over it, eventually even trying to push that tongue inside Chloe's ass, just like her twisted roommate had taught her to do.
Just like she loved to do. Oh yes, June loved to give Chloe a long, drawn-out rim job, which was just what June did. Even if it wasn't so much a sign of her love and submission to Chloe as it was about preparing her usually dominant girlfriend to be butt fucked, as much as she was still trying to wrap her head around that.
Then when Chloe was beginning to whine again June brushed her fingertips against the other girl's pussy lips, momentarily keeping her quiet. Then when she started complaining again June reluctantly replaced her tongue with a finger, slowly pushing it into Chloe's surprisingly virgin butt, both girls letting out a cry in the process.
Chloe's mostly of pleasure, although June was very worried that she didn't immediately go back to commentary. June almost stopped because of it, but no, if Chloe truly wanted that she would ask. In fact she would complain if June stopped. So she finished burying the finger inside Chloe's ass, and then after a brief pause started pumping it in and out. She then cautiously added a second finger, which clearly impressed her demanding girlfriend.
"Ooooooh yeahhhhh, that's more like it June. Mmmmm, we're really getting the party started now baby." Chloe grinned with delight, "Ohhhhh, your fingers feel so weird in my butt. And you know how much I like weird."
"Yeah I do." June grinned, "But if you really want to get the party started, why don't you beg for it like the bitch you are?"
"Oh really, you want me to beg like the bitch I am?" Chloe teased, "Well, we both know exactly what kind of bitch I really am, mmmmm, spoiler alert, it's a psycho bitch! But tonight, mmmmm, I wanna be your bitch, so how's this? Pretty please fuck my ass June, mmmmm, pretty please with sugar on top."
"Tempting..." June teased, before adding in a singsong voice, "But we both know you can do better than that..."
"Ooooooh, way to go June. Showing some backbone. I like it." Chloe grinned, before putting more effort into it, "Mmmmm, fuck my ass baby, fuck me with your big cock! I want you to shove every single inch of that giant dildo through my tight little virgin butt hole and sodomise me until I can't sit down without thinking about you. Mmmmm, like we both know you can't stop thinking about me whenever you sit down, mmmmm, or walk, or do anything, because you're a giant lez who wants to do anything to please me. That's why you're doing this, so stop beating around the bush, ha, and just do it already. Tear open that little forbidden hole and enter through the back door. Come on, pound that butt June! After all the ass poundings I've given you, here's finally your chance for revenge. Ohhhhh yeahhhhh, anally pleasure me, like I anally pleasure you. Just do it! Pop my anal cherry! Please June? Do it because you love me."
"Okay, okay." June murmured, having heard more than enough, "But spread your cheeks first. Yes, show me just how bad you want it with more than your words, and give me the perfect view of your pretty little back hole as I take it."
"Oh hell yeah, take it June! Take it!" Chloe gleefully agreed as she did as she was told.
Chloe grinned with delight, genuinely impressed by those words. Almost enough to admit that. Almost. Instead she just did as she was told, pressing her face to the bed sheets and slowly reaching back to pull apart her butt cheeks. There was a very long pause as June just stared at her butt hole, making Chloe second-guess her decision to push June into this.
Hell, she'd been second-guessing it this entire time, and ever since she came up with it, as June was such a natural bottom this just seemed beyond her. However Chloe just couldn't think of a better way to prove she was serious about wanting to marry this girl, so here they were.
Just as Chloe was about to tell June she didn't have to she felt that cock against her most private hole, causing the brunette to grin and open her mouth to offer up the blonde some more encouragement. But all that came out of her mouth was a cry of pain as June slowly pushed forwards, causing her ass hole to stretch.
Impressively she barely paused, and didn't waste time by asking Chloe if she was sure about this, and just got on with it, Chloe gritting her teeth as the one she loved slowly took her anal virginity. Which pretty much sucked as much as losing her regular virginity, except this cock was bigger and there was no chance of June ramming in all the way and then blowing her load in seconds.
Both those things were impossible, and sure enough when Chloe's anal ring stretched wide enough to allow the head of the toy to slide into her ass, officially meaning June had taken her butt cherry, June stayed nice and still and waited for Chloe to relax. Then she push the rest of the toy cock inside her almost annoyingly slowly, part of Chloe just wanted to get it over with, and the other part of her was grateful that going slower like this minimised the pain she was feeling.
Although it didn't eliminate it entirely, and especially during the anal penetration Chloe felt guilty for inflicting this on June so many times. But June had always cum incredibly hard, and even if Chloe didn't like it as much she was confident that it would eventually start feeling better.
Thankfully she was proven right when the anal penetration was complete and the 'real' butt fucking finally got underway, Chloe's back hole and back passage slowly but surely relaxing around the large invader stretching them, causing the pain to gradually fade and be replaced by pleasure.
Pleasure which gradually increased the more her delicate snowflake continue to be so wonderfully gentle with her, Chloe grinning sadistically as her innocent little June gave her a taste of her own medicine. Sure, it was her idea, but in a way June was still getting her revenge, and Chloe could think of all kind of weird fantasies in which June turn the tables on her. Or better yet, Chloe could fantasise about getting her revenge. Oh yes, Chloe particularly loved that idea.
June also couldn't help think about what would happen when Chloe got her revenge. She just wasn't sure if she'd like it or not. No, scratch that, she was pretty sure she would, at least more than this. Because this, this was nerve wracking, and totally out of her comfort zone, and she just really hated to hurt Chloe, okay? And Chloe had asked for this, and if this proves anything it was that June would literally do anything for Chloe.
Even if it meant ass fucking the other girl, which somehow felt like a bigger deal then giving up her own ass. Or maybe that was just because it was hard for June to remember a time which she didn't love being butt fucked. Which did at least give her hope that Chloe would love it too.
Although, that was also a problem. What if Chloe loved this so much that she became a pure bottom, like June? Could two bottoms make a relationship work? Could June still call herself a bottom after ass fucking Chloe? Because she had come to really like that label. It felt so comfortable. So right. And this wasn't just a relationship they were talking about any more. It was a marriage.
God, Chloe had asked June to marry her, and now they might be screwing it up by her insane roommate's plan to prove this wasn't some kind of scam. And yet, June felt compelled to go through with it, even though it was clear at this point Chloe wasn't going to back out.
"Mmmmm, fuck me June! Ooooooh yesssssss, fuck me harder!" Chloe moaned.
Those words awoke June from her thoughts, and of course, made her blush furiously. But most importantly they made her refocus on what she was doing, and she was kind of amazed to find that the entire length of the strap-on was now buried in Chloe's bottom. Somehow she had been completely lost in her thoughts, and yet her body had taken over. Was she a natural top?
Or was it just so natural for her to do what Chloe wanted that she continued to stuff her ass while not really aware of it? June suspected it was the latter even before she officially started fucking Chloe's ass, and considering how weird and uncomfortable that made her she could only conclude she was right. Which in a way was comforting, but June hated not being able to please Chloe, however it seemed no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't do it. Not with this.
"Come on June, put a little effort into it." Chloe whined.
"I'm trying." June protested.
"God, you're such a bottom." Chloe sighed, then after a few moments of failure she relented, "Fine, I'll do it."
Without any further warning Chloe pushed back, causing June to yelped loudly as she suddenly found herself being pushed backwards onto her back. In the same fluid motion Chloe began bouncing up and down on that big dick while still spreading her cheeks apart so June could see just how widely the other girl's ass hole was being stretched by her dildo. And oh God, it was perfect.
June could have never imagined enjoying such a twisted sight, but Chloe had trained her to think it was hot, and the training had worked like a charm. More importantly Chloe was getting what she wanted, while still being in control, meaning despite who was actually wearing the strap-on June was still very much the submissive one here, which as it turned out, was just the way she liked it.
Chloe was realising the same thing. Of course she should have already known that the thought of her perfect little bottom topping her was ridiculous, and she did, it was just Chloe was desperate to find some way to prove she wasn't scamming June, and bizarrely this had felt like the perfect way. But hey, just because it wasn't perfect, didn't mean it was a total waste of time.
After all, this really wasn't something she had ever done for any other girl, or even a guy. Surely that had to mean something? Right? And it reinforced that in this relationship Chloe was always meant to be the top and June was always meant to be the bottom. That definitely had to mean something.
Most of all Chloe had discovered that she actually liked anal sex. Sure, it wasn't her fantasies involving a big muscular guy not taking no for an answer and forcing her to bend over and take it, but the whole reason she had never actually given up her ass to anyone else was because none of the guys she'd met were worthy of it. June though, June was worthy of everything she had, which made up for her lack of forcefulness.
In fact, Chloe really like the fact that even while she was taking it up the ass like a little bitch she was still in control. Fuck, essentially she had turned June into her little toy and was just using her to masturbate. Okay, that was a good description of all the sex they had, but it was never more appropriate than right now.
With that in mind Chloe paused the sodomy for a few long minutes to turn around, making sure she did with every inch of that dildo buried in her butt. As she turned a wicked smile crossed her face, which got the most wonderfully nervous look out of June. She then slowly leaned down until they were face to face, and then the grin slowly faded and she just looked at June with love.
After a few long seconds of that she kissed June, slowly, softly and deeply, causing her girl to whimper into her mouth. Then in the middle of that kiss Chloe restarted the butt fucking so that she was the one making the sounds of enjoyment, whimpers, moans and gasps all finding their way into June's mouth, until Chloe pulled back slightly to make a request.
"You love me?" Chloe asked.
"More than anything." June replied truthfully.
"Then prove it..." Chloe challenge with a wicked smile, "Tell me just what kind of slut I am."
There was a brief pause as June looked very unsure of herself, then she started doing as she was told, slowly getting more confident and graphic, "The best? Oooooh yeahhhhh Chloe, you're the world's best slut. And the sexiest! Oh God, I love you so much... you whore! Mmmmm, you like that, huh? You like it when your girlfriend, who loves you, calls you a slut? God Chloe, you're so twisted. And I love you for it. Ohhhhhh fuck yeah, I love the things you've done to me. And how twisted you've made me. I was a good girl Chloe, mmmmm, a good little straight girl, and now I'm fucking my girlfriend up the ass with a strap-on dildo. Or more accurately, she is riding it like the anal whore she now is. Yeahhhhhh, she's giving me her ass, like I gave her mine countless times, ohhhhhh, we're both shameless lesbian whores who love back door action. Oh fuck Chloe, look what you've done to us? Look how nasty you're made us, you fucking whore! You dirty little lezzie anal slut! You up the butt bitch! Oh fuck!"
At first Chloe just grinned in June's face while slowly bouncing herself up and down, but it wasn't long before she sped herself up so she could really get this party started. Oh yes, Chloe started brutalising her own butt hole, ramming it up and down her own strap-on until it was painful again, and then just like before the pain and discomfort faded and all she felt was pure pleasure.
Well, at least physically. She'd had better mental pleasure from topping June, but that was okay, because this just gave her an excuse for revenge, the thought of that, the look on June's face and those words combining with the physical pleasure to make sure Chloe had a series of very satisfying climaxes.
June could never have imagined herself saying those things, or watching another woman squirt her cum onto her stomach while hammering her previously virgin ass hole up and down a dildo strapped around her waist, but here they were, and June was loving every second of it. Not quite as much as some of the other things they did together, but she was making Chloe cum hard, and that was what was most important.
Besides, nothing made June cum harder and more frequently than being butt fucked by Chloe, so it only seemed right that Chloe should be able to get a fraction of the pleasure she regularly gave June. And at least June could participate in it, if only with words.
Along the way she tried to get involved physically, and while it was awkward June was able to thrust up into Chloe's butt and make her new fiancé cum even harder than before. But then Chloe pressed both hands firmly down onto June's chest and gave her a look which said stop, I want to do this myself, so June stopped.
Chloe then grinned wickedly at her, before tilting her head back to let out an extra loud scream of pleasure. After that June just went limp and allowed Chloe to use her for her pleasure. Which in a way was very similar to how it always was at this stage, even if it wasn't her ass being assaulted by this strap-on.
In that moment June's ass hole was very jealous of Chloe's. Sure, it understood Chloe should have a turn, but it was just so hungry for cock. The thought made June blush, but it was true. She wanted to push Chloe off of her, take off the cock and shove it up her own ass without any additional lube.
Oh yes, June wanted Chloe's anal juices inside her own ass. To use them as lubrication to masturbate her ass hole. Then she wanted to pull it out and suck it clean. God, what had Chloe done to her. June used to be such a nice girl. An sweet and innocent girl. Now she was even more perverted than the bitch anally riding her dick.
Those thoughts combined with the stimulator constantly bashing against her clit pushed June over the edge of quite a satisfying climax, but it just wasn't satisfying enough, and she was seriously considering making that fantasy a reality as soon as Chloe was done using her for pleasure.
But then Chloe collapsed on top of her, and June felt guilty for even thinking of being so selfish. So instead she wrapped her arms around the girl on top of her and coo soft words of encouragement while rubbing her hands up and down Chloe's back. Then ironically June at least got part of what she had been fantasising about. After a few long minutes gasping for breath of course.
"Wow, you really are a complete bottom, aren't you?" Chloe laughed breathlessly.
"Hey!" June protested, "I tried my best."
"And it wasn't nearly good enough." Chloe said nonchalantly, before looking behind her and giggling, "Oh, don't pout. It's a good thing. Now we don't have to wonder anymore, we both know who the real Bitch in Apartment 23 is. Mmmmm, but I got to admit, that was fun, and I might ride you again sometime. But I stay in control, always. Oh, let's take a look at your handiwork!"
Chloe slowly lifted herself up and off of June's cock with those words, partly because she was tired, but mostly because she just wanted to savour the feeling of that dildo sliding completely out of her butt, which was a really twisted feeling she knew she shouldn't enjoy, but she did. Much like the anal sex itself.
Or better yet butt fucking June, something which Chloe was eager to get back too, but first she wanted to see how well June gaped her ass. And if she was being honest with herself they both needed some more rest, or at least something to give them the adrenaline they needed, and displaying her gaping ass hole definitely worked for her. Or at least, considering how much she loved gaping June.
Of course it was a totally different kind of experience, and Chloe almost seriously embarrassed herself by falling over on her weakened legs, but she was Chloe, and she was awesome, and she didn't do that kind of thing. Without being seriously drunk. And okay, she was drunk on lust and orgasms, but that wasn't the same thing. The point was she walked over to the full-length mirror, turned her back to it, spread her cheeks and examined June's handiwork.
Which was, disappointing, honestly. Chloe knew she was biased, but she swore June's perfect little corn-fed ass was twice as stretched once she was done with it. Of course, that involved Chloe giving it everything she had, not pussying out and allowing her lover to take over. Which now would never happen again, Chloe promised herself that.
"You see this?" Chloe questioned, pointing her butt at June while still spreading her cheeks, "My ass is barely gaped, and I think it's closing already. You really are a lousy top June. Luckily I'm here to give you what you need."
"Oh, and you think you can just take back control that easy?" June challenged, obviously wanting to be punished for it.
"I know so." Chloe grinned, only too happy to oblige.
As she spoke those words Chloe was already straightening up, turning around and approaching her pray, and shortly after she was done she was crawling on top of June after only a brief pause of roughly kissing her girlfriend. June of course was only too happy to kiss back, almost immediately allowing Chloe to have her way with her mouth, and probably not even aware that this was a distraction while Chloe used one hand to undo the harness.
Then Chloe broke the kiss, grinned wickedly at June, and then pretty much shoved the dildo which took her anal cherry directly down the other girl's throat. Not that June tried to stop her, or even protest. No, that whore parted her lips without complaint and eagerly sucked the cock which was now roughly fucking her mouth.
"Yeahhhhhh June, suck it! Suck every drop of my butt cream off of that cock you ATM loving bottom! Fucking suck it, mmmmm fuck yeah, that's so hot! I love you June." Chloe said, hating herself for letting that last part slip out, although liking the fact that it happened while she was brutally fucking June's throat, "I think I've proven that by letting you fuck my ass, just like you proved what a total bottom you are by screwing it up! Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhh, you proved you know your place, and now here you are back where you belong, being an orifice for my pleasure. Oh fuck, and you're doing such a good job you whore! Just look at this dick! Yeahhhhh, it's fucking spotless after you greedily sucked my ass off of it."
While she had spoke those words Chloe had yanked the strap-on out of June's throat, and held it up to her face to prove her point, June coughing and gasping for breath for a few long seconds before she teased, "I love you too Chloe."
Loving the fact that June was able to be this cheeky with her at this point Chloe pushed back, "And I love your ass. Mmmmm, and I feel like getting another piece of it. So guess what June? Yes, it's time to bend over again. Yesssss, spread your cheeks for me bitch! Give me that hot little corn-fed ass!"
Before Chloe could even finish giving her that order June was face down, ass up and spreading her cheeks, leaving Chloe to rush to get the harness onto her so she could truly re-establish her dominance. Which she did for the rest of the night.
Sure, they needed a break to eat, and rest on occasion, but Chloe easily spent several hours that night anally pounding June in a variety of different positions. It was truly the perfect way to celebrate their engagement, given how wonderfully twisted their sex life was. But as much as part of Chloe hated it, it also perfectly proved not only did June love her, but Chloe loved her right back. The two crazy bitches in Apartment 23 were in love, which Chloe both hated and loved. |
Matt & Lisa at School Ch. 06b | 46,620 | 4.58 | 309,861 | [
"incest series",
"incest drama",
"sister",
"brother",
"bdsm"
] | *(If you haven't already, please read **Matt and Lisa at School -- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 and Part 6a**. This will make much more sense if you do. There is also more detailed family background in **A Family New Year's Eve** series and **A Surprise Visit.**)*
**Parents Weekend -- Friday -- Part 2**
Margie put everything she felt about her *Master*, her lover, her fiancé into that kiss, knowing that she loved him enough to give a small part of him away. The way she'd seen Kathy looking at him earlier, there was no doubt there would be a blonde sister in the family by morning. "Are you gonna talk to Brian, Matt? See if he wants you to...you know...make Kathy like us?"
"You want me to, baby? You want her around...I know Brian sure wants a lot of time with you, honey." Matt was playing with her -- she knew it and laughed along with him.
"Actually," she said with a very deep, throaty voice, "yeah, Matty...I would like her around, too." Matt looked at his fiancée to see her blushing.
Matt smiled at his little Asian lover. "I'll see what I can do, my love." They kissed and he left her to talk with his cousin.
Matt found Brian with his mother -- they were loading a variety of sushi on a plate to share while they caught up on family news. "Mom," he said, "I need to borrow Brian for a couple minutes, okay? We'll just take this...thanks!" He took the plate out of her hands and the two young men walked over to the bar to get a cold beer.
When they were comfortable and they'd both had a bite of fish, Matt started to speak. "You know it's funny...you're so much like my dad and I'm so much like yours." Brian agreed with a long drink of beer. Matt gestured over towards Kathy. "She tell you what she wants, Bri? Do you think you can give it to her?"
"Dude," he started defensively, "I love her so much...I want to give her everything she wants." When Matt didn't say anything, Brian continued. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I talked to Dad about it." He held his head up, looking around. "He said it's kind of like how your mom needs your dad *and* him...for different reasons. But the love...that's real for them, huh?"
"Jeez, Brian," Matt had to chuckle, "my parents always told us *love comes from a bottomless well* a long time before any of this started. My mom loves us all as much as she can." Then his voice got soft and serious. "Brian, if I do this...make her like the others, she will love me as much as she loves you...as much as she loves Andy and my dad. It will be different, but she will love me and I will love her back, cuz." Matt dipped another piece of sushi into the soy sauce and took a bite while Brian absorbed what his cousin said. Matt finished and moved closer to the tall red-headed young man. "No way I'm ever gonna do anything to hurt you cuz...you say no...it's forgotten. If you say yes... it could be as quick as tonight." Matt paused and then continued. "Brian, what did you think about the little show before the blowjob?"
"Dude, are you kidding? You are fucking the three hottest women of all time!"
Matt grinned. "Well, after tonight, I figure you'll have fucked them all, too. But, think, cuz..." his voice got serious again, "did you picture Kathy standing there with them? Naked and exposed in front of a stranger? A black man, Bri? What does that do to you?"
"Uhm...I mean..." Brian was clearly flustered and Matt decided to end his confusion. He stepped close to his older cousin and slid his hand into Brian's open zipper. He wrapped his fingers around his cousin's hardening shaft and gave it a firm, loving squeeze.
Matt moved even closer and put his lips next to Brian's ear. "I see, cuz...you *know* we're all the same. If you need me to, I'll suck your cock tomorrow night when I give her to a room of bald, black African studs." He felt his cousin's organ twitch in his hand before he withdrew it. "The whole ebony and ivory thing...so hot."
Brian looked at his younger cousin, marveling at how self-assured he seemed at the age of eighteen. His dad had already told him that if Brian went to work for him, he would eventually split the company between the two cousins...equal partners with very different responsibilities. David said that the way it would work, though...it would look like Brian worked for Matt to the outside world. He'd already accepted that.
Looping his arm over Matt's shoulder, Brian grinned at him, his eyes bright with excitement. "Fuck it, cuz...family is family...I couldn't love all you guys more anyway. Just one thing, though," his voice dropped down a notch, "Kathy told me she wants me to suck your dick for her...you cool with that? You really gonna suck my *long shlong*, too?"
Matt grinned and grabbed Brian's crotch. "Only if you shave that red hair off, dude. That's disgusting." Matt pushed the sushi towards Brian. "Here, you eat this...I gotta go say something to Andy. His sister, you know..."
"Hey, Matt...one thing, cuz." Matt turned back around to Brian. "Where did you find Margie, dude? I mean...Lisa and Kathy are both so hot...but Margie...she's fuckin' smokin' dude."
Matt grinned. "She was already my sister's roommate, cuz. How lucky can one guy get?" Matt grabbed another beer and some *tapas* and found Andy still talking and flirting with Lisa.
Lisa moved over on the couch to make room for her younger brother. As soon as he put his plate and glass down, she slithered into his arms and they kissed each other deeply and passionately.
"Wow!" Andy exclaimed. "It's like you guys haven't seen each other for years! That's so cool."
Lisa turned back to the 5-year older version of her younger brother -- it was still a little strange...but kind of exciting, too. "I just love him, Andy -- can't help it." Lisa's face was bright with her smile. "Just like you and Kathy, I'm sure. Anyway, I know I always will...but that shouldn't stop *anyone* from doing what they want, right?"
Andy and Matt both agreed. Matt put his arm on Andy's shoulder and looked straight into his eyes. "Andy, do you feel the same way about Kathy?" he asked quietly. "I know she wants to explore her darker feelings. Brian's okay with that...I mean, he knows I'm going to bring her in to our little circle...like Lisa and Margie..and my mom." He paused to let his words sink in. "I just wanted you to know, bro." Matt kissed his sister and got up off the couch.
Andy looked up at Matt, stopping him with a hand to the wrist before he walked away. "Listen, Matt...Brian and I already talked about it...we both love her so much, you know? Yeah, you got my blessing...give her what she really wants, dude."
Matt smiled back, watching closely as his sister found Andy's bigger-than-average cock and fished it out of his pants for a second time so far that evening. She had her *dirty little schoolgirl* expression on when she looked up at her younger brother. She cradled Andy's sac in one hand and held his growing man-meat by the base with her other. "Mmmmh... he tasted so good before, Matty." Lisa offered the swelling organ up to him. "Wanna taste for yourself, bro?"
Matt returned an evil grin to both Lisa and Andy. "I guess this is as close as I'll ever come to sucking my own dick." The eighteen year-old swooped down and took Andy's cock, all the way down to Lisa's hand, into his warm, sucking mouth. As he swirled his tongue around the ridge, he hummed the first four bars of *La Marseillaise*, the French National Anthem, all over Andy's rock-hard cock. Smiling broadly as he let the hot flesh-pole slide out of his mouth, Matt looked at Andy's totally mind-blown expression and said, "I always wanted someone to do that to me...how was I?" Matt and Lisa started giggling.
Not waiting for an answer, he left his sister to deal with Andy and he made his way back to where Kathy was talking with his parents. As he approached, Laurie stepped towards him and held out her open arms. "Come give your mother a kiss, Matty. This sexy young woman has your father and me all excited." Matt's lips found his mother's and they kissed like they were still in the bedroom earlier. When he was through taking her breath away, Matt moved to Kathy and put his arm around her waist.
"So did *Uncle Steve* answer your questions, sweetie? Did you ask my mom why they all do this for me?" Matt used his free hand to casually stroke Kathy's toned abs beneath her halter, slowly working his fingers upwards towards her firm, round breasts.
The twenty-one year-old blonde, blue-eyed college senior couldn't keep her hands or her lips off of the young man's flesh. Every word he said, every time his fingers moved across her, her pulse increased and her breathing got shallower. "They told me so much, Matt...they got me so hot waiting for you...your mom...she told me...if..." Kathy moaned as Matt pinched her pale pink nipples, " unnnggghhh... Matty...it feels so good, baby...she said if you fuck me once, I'll be yours forever."
Matt plunged his tongue deep into Kathy's hungry mouth as his hand moved down her trim torso. His long fingers worked their way under the top of her jeans and into her little panties, feeling her wetness seeping into the cotton.
"You wanna know why they do it? Why they're my *sluts*, Kathy? Give me your hand, honey...let me show you." Matt took her by the wrist and plunged her delicate hand past the waistband of his jeans until she felt the reality of him with her fingers.
"Oh my goodness...you're so...God, Matty...I've never..." Kathy could hardly get the words out of her surprised mouth. Even soft, in his jeans, she couldn't get her fingers around his girth.
Laurie giggled from behind the startled blonde. "Honey, you have no idea when you say 'I never' about anything that boy says or does. If you never have before, you will sooner than you think." Laurie and Steven laughed gently at Kathy's reaction to their son's magnificent cock. Laurie looked at her boy. "Matt, honey...are you gonna do this?" Her eyes shifted back and forth between her handsome, sexy son and the *All-American* blonde proto-cheerleader that wanted to chain her life to his...to theirs...be a part of the dark desires that drove her family. Laurie looked at her boy and licked her lips in an unconscious show of her lust and desire.
Matt's mind was made up the minute he saw her. Like his father, he'd never truly been attracted to blonde women. Not that both father and son didn't appreciate them...heaven knows that there are too many hot, sexy blondes out there to conceive of. But both men always felt the allure of the darker, mysterious women to be stronger...more attuned to their particular tastes. But this particular blonde, she was something special. From their first moment together, Matt felt the heat rising off of her. Her intensely sexual physicality surpassed everything his parents and Uncle David had told him. "*Oh man,"* he thought to himself, "*I've got to have her...complete the set. I wonder what she's really in to..."*
"You know what, Mom," Matt pulled Kathy's hand out of his pants and gave her a quick kiss, "I think I've talked to everybody about this but Kathy." He slipped his long arm around her shoulders and drew her close. "Wanna go talk about this, Kath?" He drew her close and kissed her neck -- her flesh was burning.
"Yes, Matt...please talk to me -- tell me everything you want from me." Her lips moved franticly over his face; she had never felt desire like this before. This was like the first time she sucked her brother's cock, only this was a whole new level and she felt ready.
Matt walked by the large table and grabbed a joint and a lighter. He looked around the room and spotted his sister flirting on the couch with Kathy's big brother. He caught her eye and she whispered something to Andy before joining Matt and Kathy. She walked straight into her brother's arms and they kissed like they hadn't seen each other for days. Finally Matt stepped back and Lisa whispered in his ear, "I think I'm going to make it a very memorable fuck for Andy, baby. He's really nice." Then she moved immediately to embrace the hot, sexy blonde. Their lips closed on each other's and their tongues battled lovingly. Lisa let her hands drift all over Kathy's firm, athletic body. She felt Kathy's desire through her hot flesh and she knew her brother would find the perfect way to satisfy his newest *slut*.
Matt told Lisa to bring clean glasses, ice and bottles of water into the master bedroom, get it straightened up a little. Lisa did as requested and returned a few minutes later, telling him the room was ready. Matt told her if the door opened in about thirty minutes and they didn't come out, she should come in with Margie and Laurie and Brian. Dad and Andy could come if they wanted to as well. With that, Matt led Kathy into the room and shut the door behind them.
He strolled over to the bed and arranged some pillows against the massive headboard. He turned around and smiled at the beautiful young woman. "Relax, hon. Why don't you get comfortable...want me to turn the lights down a little?"
Kathy walked into his arms, desire written all over her face. She reached up and slipped her left hand behind his neck and her right arm wrapped around his trim waist. She pulled him close and kissed him like a horny teenager. She was all hot and sweaty and her nipples stuck out of her shirt. "Why aren't you doing me already, huh, Matt?" He let her kiss continue -- she was a great kisser -- and then he pushed her away.
"Got plenty of time, Kath. Gotta relax and we have to talk a little first." Matt took a long sip of ice water and then lit the joint he'd brought into the room. He inhaled and then passed it to the frustrated blonde. He let Kathy take a couple hits while he sat down and rested against the pillow pile. He watched her athletic body move around the bed and climb up on the other side. Her halter top and low-slung jeans highlighted her erotic posturing, displaying the sexy, trim tummy down to just an inch above her creamy slit. She took one more hit as she slithered over the silky covers and handed him the joint. Matt put it out in the ashtray and handed her a glass of water. She took a small sip, handed it back and settled against the pillows in the crook of his arm.
"You are so beautiful, Kathy..." Matt's fingertips flipped up her little halter and exposed her breasts -- her nipples were a beautiful dark pink and they looked like oversized pencil erasers poking up from the light pink flesh of her areola. "Why do you want to do this, hon? Brian loves you...you know he'll give you anything he can. And if you need something...I don't know...dirtier...there's always your brother and his friends." Matt bent his head down and sucked her nipple between his lips.
Kathy moaned from deep in her gut as the young man, just a boy of eighteen, really... seemed to find just the right thing to do, at just the right time, to bind her even closer to him. "It's you I want, Matt. I love Brian -- I do! We all know that." Matt let his teeth slide past his lips to take hold of the thick, rubbery flesh. "Uuunnnggh! Fuck, Matt. That feels so good, baby..." Matt's skilled fingers popped the button over the tiny zipper in the front of her jeans. "And you know, after all this time, that I love sleeping with my big brother because I love him. And it's fun to be *dirty* with him and his friends...but that's it -- that's the problem." Matt was exploring her smooth flesh with his fingertips. She had the same little puffy mound that his sister and his fiancée shared. "I want more than playing and having some fun." The sweet-faced all-American cover girl grabbed his hand and shoved his finders deep into her wet hole. "I want to get seriously bad, Matt -- David told me you were the one to get me there. He told me...*oh fuck*..." she felt his long fingers work there way under her pussy and poke at her ass hole, "he said you would treat me like...unngg...he treats...Laurie."
Kathy exhaled loudly as Matt pulled his fingers out of her ass and eased the pressure on her hyper-extended nipple. He reached to his right and found the dope. He took a hit and then put it out without offering any to the young blonde at his side. He exhaled and then turned back to her.
"Sit up, Kathy...let's make sure." His voice changed subtly and he was now issuing commands, not making suggestions. Take my jeans off, baby. Make me feel good."
Matt leaned back into the pillows and let himself feel totally fucking *GREAT!* He watched the foxy blonde remove her top -- she really did have the same *Perfect 10* tits that Lisa and Margie shared. When she pushed her tight jeans down her legs and kicked them off, she proved she was indeed as smooth as the rest of his *sluts*. He thought that if Margie and Lisa represented *Penthouse* and *Playboy*, then Kathy was *Gallery's Girl Next Door*.
Naked and wet, Kathy knelt over her young lover, her knees straddling his hips as she ducked her head to his chest and licked his sensitive nipples before sliding down his torso, drawing dirty designs in his flesh with the tip of her tongue. Her pulse rate quickened as she got closer to his hips...her tongue tracing the faint muscle pattern cutting lower on his torso until she had his jeans in her hands and she was pulling then slowly down his legs.
She had felt him earlier when he'd stuffed her hand down his pants but nothing could have prepared her for what she saw. Just as it affected his mother, his sister and his fiancée before her, Kathy fell in love immediately with his magnificently thick, long eighteen year-old cock. His jeans were well below his hips and she had still not uncovered his large, mushroom-shaped head. "Oh my God, Matt...you really are..." She started licking his shaft as she pulled his jeans with a greater sense of urgency. When his full length was finally released from the tight confines of the black denim, the totally overwhelmed girl could do nothing but take his cockhead between her full pink lips and feel it come alive on her tongue as his hot blood surged to his sex and started to fill him up. Before she knew it, his expanding organ filled all the available space between her lips. She let him slide out and then finished pulling his jeans all the way off.
Kathy hopped back up next to the beautiful young man. "Matty, I've never seen anyone as big as you." She sounded awe-struck as she cradled his heavy sac in her small hand. "Will you be patient with me while I learn how to please you?" Her other hand was stroking his thick shaft, moving slowly from base to tip. When a drop of pre-cum appeared she bent over without thinking and licked the sweet fluid into her mouth. Then she dropped her mouth over his thick cock-head and using her tongue to keep him slick, she worked him through her mouth and into her relaxed throat. Matt could feel his cock going deep into her and he instantly recognized the "swallowing" technique as his mom's.
Letting her swallow his cock for a minute of two, Matt took another hit and relaxed against the headboard, enjoying the exquisite blowjob Kathy was giving him. After he exhaled, he drew her back up so they could talk. The sexy little blonde curled her body into his...she was the same size and shape as Lisa and Margie and she fit into him just as comfortably. He leaned down and they kissed like excited teenagers for a minute. "My mom taught you how to do that, didn't she?" he asked her while his fingers explored her.
"Mmmm hmmm," she moaned affirmatively into Matt's neck. "She showed me how on Brian and your dad. It was so much fun learning." Kathy giggled as Matt's fingertip found the puckered bud of her anus. "When she told me to get a *foot-long* jelly dildo to practice on, I thought she was kidding. I'm glad I listened to her Matty." She gasped as Matt buried his middle finger in her ass and started fucking her with it.
He sucked her dark pink nipple into his mouth and started flicking it with the tip of his tongue and Kathy could only moan and groan as he added another finger to her anal invasion. With a *pop*! her distended nipple flew out of his mouth. "You really wanna be my *slut*?"
"Oh God...yessss," she hissed back at him. Kathy threw her ass back on his stiff fingers while groaning in anticipation.
"Did they tell you what it really means? What you will have to do?" Again, Kathy moaned her affirmation. "Tell me what they told you." Matt took his fingers out of her back door and held them up to her mouth. "I shouldn't have to tell you what to do..." Matt spoke in his *command* voice and looked on quite satisfied as Kathy sucked them into her mouth.
"Laurie told me," Kathy's breathing was rushed and shallow and her voice was breaking as she spoke, "that one night David *gave* her to a bunch of teenagers on the beach...after they used her, she said, they told her they knew you...knew she was your mom...she was so humiliated that she came and came so hard, Matt...she said they *pissed all over her* and one boy...made her...*drink from his cock*." Her skin was vibrating as she repeated her earlier conversation with his mother and father. The young girl climaxed when they told her the story and she climaxed again with the re-telling.
When she had calmed down enough to maintain a little control, Matt drew her back into his long arms and kissed her warmly and passionately. "*God,"* he thought to himself, "*Uncle David was right...I am gonna fall in love with her, too!*" He looked deep into her corn-flower blue eyes. "Are you going to do that, Kathy? Are you going to do worse than that?"
Her eyes became glaring slits of lust. "Tell me what you want, Matty...I know the words they all said...*anything...anytime...anywhere...with anyone you say.*"
"It's not what I want that's important, baby...it's what you're gonna want...again and again. What did my momma tell you about fucking me, Kathy? What did she say?"
"It's why they all do it, isn't it, Matt?" The hot young blonde was overwhelmed by the sex in the air...the musk from his cock and balls was making her crazy with desire. "They'll all do anything...to keep fucking you...to keep you happy so you will give them what they want forever." Kathy kissed him with every ounce of passion and emotion in her perfect young body. Hard, excited nipples popped out from her firm, shapely tits. Her fingers found his thick, pulsating shaft and she pressed him hard against her flat belly, the moisture seeping out of her quivering cunt. "Fuck me, Matt...please? *I swear to you...there is nothing that I won't do for you... willingly*." Her eyes caught him totally open and exposed. "Is there room for you to love one more, Matthew?"
Among all the different feelings and emotions that swirled through the young man's head as he stared into those hypnotic eyes was relief that his cousin was cool with everything. There was no way he could have resisted her 'innocent' sexuality a moment longer. He moved the naked, blonde cheerleader onto her back, her knees spread and drawn up. When he lifted her hips to slide a big, fluffy pillow under her ass, it left her moist, pink labia spread and glistening like an exotic orchid.
Matt took his long, fat prick in his hand and rubbed it back and forth through Kathy's lubricated slit. Every time his cockhead moved across her dark pink clitoral hood, she shivered uncontrollably and her breathing almost stopped. He moved closer, bringing his large, mushroom-shaped head to her and then spread her lips with the fingers of his other hand. Electricity passed through her flesh, rippling across her and making her nipples stand tall and thick with desire and anticipation.
Matt hovered over the eager young girl, his cockhead already an inch inside her hole. His long, meaty shaft was almost perpendicular to her tight, shaved pussy and he was ready to shove it completely into her. Sweat coated his skin as he held himself above her. "Last chance, Kath...tell me, baby."
Her face was too sweet, too Midwestern dairy-farmer's daughter - the contrast between her physical appearance and the dark lust that drove her was the key for Matt...it was that one thing that drove him over the edge in his desire for the blonde beauty.
"Fuck me, Matt." Her voice was a deep, smoky whisper and it sent shivers up his spine. "I'll do it all for you, baby...any time...any place...I'll be your *slut*, Matty...anything you want." She felt his cock start to take possession of her slick love tunnel. He pushed six inches of hard meat into her. "Uuunnnggh!" she moaned as deeply as she whispered earlier. "Christ...so huge...splitting me in half, baby...uhhHHH...easy, ahhh...that's it, hon..." Matt slid his whole hog into her swiftly accommodating cunt and as soon as he touched bottom, he withdrew back to her sweet lips and then filled her completely once again. "Ohhhhh fuck, Matty. Anytime...God...fuck me deep, baby...ahhh...so good."
Matt was beyond rational thought -- his hips moved instinctually to unknown rhythms as he claimed every inch of the deepest pussy he had ever been in. That Kathy was occupied whispering insanely dirty things in his ear...sounding exactly like Janis Joplin after a concert...only added to the surreal quality of their first fuck. "Stay in me, baby," she whispered with the gravel-like quality that made his flesh vibrate, "let your newest *slut* fuck you for a minute." Like the athlete she was, she wrapped her legs around his back and held him tight against her scalding flesh.
On her back, her blonde hair falling around her *Cover Girl* face, Kathy looked like a fallen angel with her knees drawn up and spread wide to allow maximum penetration. And that is what she got as her fiancé's younger cousin's magnificent organ occupied every cubic inch of her from her stretched labia to her womb. Matt was oblivious to everything around him as he felt her go to work on his cock. He shuddered from his prickling scalp down to his tingling toes as her vaginal muscles closed around him in a front-to-back rippling motion...like his mom's best blow-job 'swallowing' techniques.
Once again, he heard the whiskey and drug-laden voice of the dead blues singer in his ear. "I've *never* done this for your cousin," she whispered as her teeth nipped at his earlobe in time to her 'swallowing' pussy, "I only did it for a minute to my brother...just to see his reaction. He keeps asking for it, baby...but you own this pussy now, don't you?" Kathy buried her face in his neck as she felt his huge cock swell even larger within her and begin to pulsate in time with his heartbeat. "From now on, it's only for you, *Master.*" Between the final smoky whisper and her accelerated muscle contractions, Matt was as lost as Alice was down the rabbit hole.
"OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"ONLY FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Lisa almost bit down on her cousin's cock-head when she heard the scream, along with the others who had all drifted over between the bar the Master Bedroom. Instead, she let him slide out from between her soft lips and joined her mother by the door. At the same time, Margie lifted herself off of Andy's very friendly cock. He seemed to be able to get hard with just a crook of her finger...amazing! All eyes in the room were on her as she slithered her perfect golden-skinned body over to join her sister-*sluts* in time to hear the full measure of their *Master's* pleasure. Then Steven wrapped a supportive arm around his nephew's shoulder.
He caressed Brian's hard cock and soft balls gently as they listened along with the others to one's son *lay claim* to the other's young, beautiful fiancée. Steven hugged Brian close as Matt's primal scream crashed through the closed door. He felt the pulse in his young nephew's cock and dropping to his knees, he took Brian in his mouth. Knowing his nephew was so much like himself, Steven knew he was visualizing his fiancée getting well and truly fucked as the young man's balls contracted and he shot his load down his uncle's accommodating throat.
That scream seemed to galvanize the small crowd outside the bedroom doors...the three naked and highly aroused women opened the door and made their way to the extra-large bed and the three men followed behind them. What greeted them was, to their eyes, completely mind-boggling. Matt was sitting up against the headboard, grinning from ear to ear as he lit the remains of the joint in the ashtray. His legs stretched lazily out in front of him, crossed casually at the ankles, and his long, fat semi-hard cock flopped across his thigh. Next to him, Kathy lay on her back, spread-eagled and eyes closed.
Laurie was the first to land next to her son. "Matt?" she asked rather tentatively, "Is everything okay, honey?"
Matt looked at her and exhaled the smoke. The grin was back and he giggled as he answered his mother. "I think she passed out, Mom...it was really...man, Dad...I mean it was one *dynamite* fuck." He grinned and took another hit...his legend growing in his own mind again. He nodded at Lisa and Margie. "You two...get up here and wake her up. We've got two more holes to go before we're done here. Mother," he looked back to his awe-struck first love, "please get me something to eat and drink -- I'm fucking starved."
Kathy was slowly coming to as the girls kissed and massaged her gently back to consciousness. Her moans were almost musical in response to Lisa's and Margie's lips and fingers as they played over her moist flesh, still flushed deep pink from her last climax.
Matt passed the joint over to his cousin who was leaning against the end table by the bed. "Brian," he said with nothing but love and respect, "you have an awesome woman here. You are one very lucky man, cuz." Matt held out his hand and Brian came over to the bed and gripped it warmly. "Thanks, Brian," Matt said softly, "you're as close to me as a brother ever could be. I love you both."
Brian, who had been smoking a lot of *the good stuff*, just stood there wide-eyed and open-mouthed staring at his younger cousin. Then he looked around until he found Andy on the other side of the bed. "Dude," he said to his future brother-in-law, "he fucked your sister til she fuckin' passed out...dude...have you ever?" He turned and found his aunt and his uncle looking at him with some concern. Brian 'unfroze' his face and laughed normally. "I'm fine...really. It's just that...well I know everything you guys told me about him...and my dad told me that my little cuz was really something, too...but I mean come on, people...til she passed out?" He slapped Matt on the shoulder. "You am *da Man*, cuz!"
Brian moved across to the other side and crawled up on the bed, urging his hot, naked cousin and her Chinese *twin* out of the way. He cuddled up to his fiancée and kissed her gently. "I can't believe how beautiful you are, baby," he whispered in her ear. "I love you more and more every day...I can't wait to marry you."
Kathy looked deep into his eyes and saw nothing but his love and she kissed him back. "I can't wait either, Bri..." she spoke softly, but everyone heard. "I can't believe how much I love you and everyone in your family." They kissed quickly again and then she said, "But this isn't the time, hon...my new *Master* is waiting for me." Brian looked across and saw Matt smiling patiently. His faced got a little red as he realized he was out of place and without another word, he backed up off the bed and walked back around to his cousin's side. He took a drag off the joint Matt offered him.
Matt spoke softly, pleasantly, as he addressed his cousin, "Bri...you don't have to stay in the room...it's gonna be a little while longer and it's gonna get more intense." He took the joint back and inhaled again. "It's ok if you want to...I just wanted to..."
"It's cool, cuz," Brian replied. "It's what she wants...I wanna watch your magic *up close and personal,*" he laughed softly and his eyes drifted down towards Matt's thick cock. He saw it jerk up and he looked up quickly to find his cousin smiling at him and he found his hand moving, slowly grasping his cousin's thickening shaft. Brian could feel his heart beat through Matt's cock. He fell slowly to his knees and began to lick his cousin's engorged organ from bottom to top with wide, thick strokes of his broad tongue. For just a second, he sucked the spongy head between his lips. Then he stood up again and while still holding his big dick, he whispered into Matt's ear. "In case you didn't know, I want this in *me* this weekend, too, cuz."
Matt smiled and nodded back. Then he handed Brian the joint and waited for his mother to give him the nourishment he required to complete his *initiation rites* with the sexy little blonde on the bed. Laurie appeared a moment later with a sampling of her son's favorites and a glass of ice water for him as well. After a few bites and a long sip, Matt leaned down and kissed his mother the way most boys only dream of kissing theirs. "Thanks, Mom," he said with a warm smile. "I have a treat for you, too, in just a little while."
Margie happened to take her lips off of Kathy's rubbery nipple and glance towards Matt while Brian was on his knees in front of him. She got Lisa's and Kathy's attention and all three grew even more moist as they watched Brian licking the full length of their young *Master's* thick shaft. When Matt's mushroom-shaped cockhead disappeared between Brian's lips, Kathy started to moan. Margie reached down and found Kathy's clit and started to circle it gently with her fingertips. Margie put her lips over the blonde girl's and just before they kissed deep and hard, Margie whispered, "Everybody loves his cock, baby...now you can share him with us, too, love." Kathy flushed deeply at the words the exotic and sexy Chinese beauty murmured in her ear. She couldn't wait to share everything with her sexy new sisters and, of course, Laurie and Uncle Steve. The ultimate *Girl Next Door* came again as Lisa made love to her breast while she and Margie *french-kissed* their way through the light show taking place behind Kathy's eyelids.
Finished with his snack and full of renewed energy, Matt climbed back up on the bed and put himself between Kathy's spread legs. The kind smile was gone from his face and his voice had that certain quality to it and the girls all felt a chill when he spoke again.
"Tell me, Kathy," he paused and looked around the bed and then around the room, "in front of your brother and your fiancé, what you will do for me..." he paused again and looked deep in her eyes -- he had to make sure one final time -- and he saw her complete and unconditional acceptance, "...and why."
Because she knew he loved it from the first moment earlier, Kathy returned his deep gaze and in the smoky, cracked whisper of the dead blues singer, she said, "I will do anything you want, *Master*, with anyone...anytime...any place." And even while she kept her eyes locked on his, she felt the stares of everyone else in the room burning her flesh. Her skin was vibrating and her nipples were so big and hard they ached. Her breathing was getting quick and shallow and she thought she could hear her heart beating outside her chest.
She broke her eyes away and scanned the room until she found Brian, staring at her with eyes wide open and jaw on the ground. Speaking to Matt in that same eerily sexy voice, but this time looking her fiancé directly in the eye she said, "And like your mother...your sister...and your fiancée...I will do it willingly for you...it's the only way you will keep fucking me." Her head moved back and forth between Matt and Brian and again she looked directly at her fiancé when she said, "I would do anything, *Master*, to keep your cock in me." Margie and Lisa would tell Matt later that her skin was sizzling and popping like bacon in a frying pan as she declared herself to be his.
"To make you like the others, I need to mark you, Kathy, for each hole where I leave my cum in you. First, I've made your pussy mine so it's time for the first mark." Matt bent over the small girl, taking her left breast in his hands. He squeezed her until the hot, pink flesh was stretched tight above her swollen and erect nipple. With a quick nip, his sharp teeth barely broke the surface above her aureole causing Kathy to stifle a sharp cry that mixed her pain and her pleasure. Matt lifted up and looked at Lisa, still kneeling next to Kathy's left side. He nodded at his older sister and she took his place over the young blonde's breast. She licked and sucked the small amount of blood that appeared on her beautiful tit-flesh. Matt turned to his cousin. "You'll remember this when you see her tits up close, cuz...this is for you, too."
Behind closed eyes, the young blonde *all-American* beauty was flying through her own universe faster than ever before. She had an small orgasmic response when Matt said he'd 'made her pussy his'. She had another when she felt his teeth and lips graze across her hyper-sensitive nipple. When his teeth pierced her skin, even so minutely, her cunt exploded and the fireworks started behind her eyes; Lisa's continued ministrations only prolonged the experience and Kathy's moans and groans stirred cocks and moistened pussies all over the room.
Matt fell back onto the bed, his back resting against the pile of pillows in front of the headboard. He plucked a joint out of the ashtray near the bed, lit it and took a long drag as Margie repositioned herself and snuggled against her fiancé's long, lean body. She whispered softly to him. "*Master*, can I ask a favor? Please?" He exhaled and nodded at his stunning girlfriend. Margie turned red and giggled as she put her mouth close to his ear. "Can you save enough for Lisa and me, honey? We need you again, my love."
The luckiest eighteen year-old boy in the world looked at his future wife laying next to the perfect blonde with the *Cover Girl* face and cheerleader body who was stretched out next to his sister Lisa's tanned flesh with the pale triangles highlighting her *Perfect 10* tits and her shaven mound. He could only laugh softly to himself as he kissed his *China Doll*. "Yes, my love...my little *slut*...you and my sister will be my last fuck tonight, I promise." He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as though it was their first time together...all of his *sluts* thought that was one of the hottest things about him -- as great as he was at fucking them, they all loved just *making out* with him as well.
But it was time to start the second stage of Kathy's *becoming*. He moved Margie away from her side and motioned Lisa away from her other side. When space was cleared, Matt straddled her trim torso, his knees sinking into the mattress leaving his long, thick cock resting in the valley between her perfect tits.
Kathy was still vibrating, hardly having come down from her last climax. The matching dark-haired nymphs kept her on the edge with their constant attention to her hard pink nipples and her soft pink labia. Their fingers and tongues didn't stop for a minute and she was feeling the burn deep in her cunt...feeling it spread outward through her ultra-sensitive flesh. When the musky scent coming from his cock and balls wafted up to her incredibly cute button nose, her heart started beating faster than ever. She couldn't wait to be used again by her new *Master*...used hard.
Matt looked down into her burning blue eyes and recognized the lust driving the hot, sexy blonde. Perhaps, in time, he would expand her training to cultivate the *dom* he saw lurking in the back of her eyes. But in the meantime, she was too cute and too hot to think about anything but giving her another taste of his cum. He reached down and grabbed both of her tits, rubbing them over his hardening man-meat. He started pinching and pulling her nipples as he massaged his organ with her firm tit-flesh. When Kathy started to whimper with each tug of her rubbery pink tips, the young boy straddling her started to speak softly and she struggled to hear every word.
"Tell me again...what do you want, Kathy? What will you do to be my *slut*?" There was a smile on his face, but it held none of the warmth she saw earlier. It made her cunt flood.
"Anything you want, *Master*." She had sensed his reaction to her hoarse, bluesy voice before and she had already told herself that was all he would ever hear from her in bed. "Anytime...anywhere...with anyone you tell me to."
"*Fuck*," Matt thought to himself, "*I'd marry her just for that voice*." He looked down and saw the effect she had on his thick ten inches. Then his eyes met hers. "My mother taught you how to suck cock, but you won't need those lessons now, *slut*." He let go of her sore, abused nipples -- the sudden release hurt her almost as much as the pinching -- and with his left hand he grabbed a handful of her silky blonde hair. He felt behind himself with his right hand until he found her wet, over-heated pussy. He wet his fingers inside her steamy cave and then with his ring finger poised over her puckered butthole and his middle finger over her cunt hole, he slid his fingers inside and gripped her like a bowling ball with his thumb on her clit. "Sometimes, you're just a hole for someone to cum in."
She didn't know if it was the flat tone of his voice or the words that he spoke, but the effect on her was immediate and overwhelming. She was right back on the edge of her climax and being finger-fucked in the ass and pussy only increased her pleasure. Before she could even begin to respond, she felt him rise up off her chest and he gripped harder on her hair.
He brought her face up to meet his cock and her mouth opened wide in anticipation. Without warning, he pushed his hips forward and pulled her face closer until she gagged on the mushroom-shaped head of his cock in the back of her mouth.
"Use your tongue...keep it moving around the bottom." Kathy was grunting and groaning as he kept himself buried in her sweet mouth. "Breathe through your nose, *slut*." Holding her head in place with a tight grip on her hair, he started moving in and out, fucking her face in time with his fingers fucking her ass and cunt.
Kathy was transported to another place as she felt him violate her body over and over again. She concentrated first on the burning sensation of her stretched anus. "*God, it hurts with a finger*," she almost swooned as she thought to herself, "*what* *will his cock do to me*?" The light show started on the back of her eyelids again as she imagined the pain mixed with pleasure a great ass-fuck would bring her. Then she recognized the pleasure his middle finger and thumb were giving her -- her clit was absolutely electric and his long finger was massaging her G-spot just perfectly - and the sensations spread in outward circles from her inner core all the way to her fingers and toes.
"Glurph! Unghh! Arghh!" She gagged each time he shoved his thick cock-head into the back of her mouth. Using her silky blonde hair, he tilted her face up so she was looking into his ice-blue eyes. "I suppose most guys say they're sorry" he said, his voice as flat as his eyes, "when they make you gag." He held her face against him, making her choke on his length. "They're lying -- they love it." He eased off, allowing her to catch her breath, leaving only his head between her soft lips. And as soon as she relaxed, Matt started in again, moving like a piston in all three holes until he felt the cum starting to bubble up in his balls and head for release. He pulled his fingers out of her and with both hands he held her head next to him as he shot twice into her throat. He pulled back, leaving the soft underside of his cock-head resting on her puffy lower lip and he let go one last blast of his creamy boy-cum to coat her tongue with his own unique taste. As the taste exploded in her mouth, Kathy was seeing stars again.
Matt pulled her back towards the middle of the bed and then pushed the tingling young beauty on to her back. Still straddling her perfect form, he backed up so he could see all of her naked splendor. He knew that soon he would have her lined up next to Lisa, Margie and Laurie and he would spend hours fucking them all. But now, this moment, all he felt was an uncontrollable lust for this blonde, sexy coed with the hot, wet, pink cunt. He lifted her ass up until her pussy was winking at the heavens and then he bent over and covered her sex with his mouth, sucking and licking and oh-so-gently chewing her nether lips until his long tongue coaxed the sweet nectar from her climax into his hungry mouth.
Kathy was completely lost within herself as her *Master's* tongue manipulated her mind through her hyper-sensitive pussy. She felt small seismic events throughout her body as her orgasm seemed to stretch from pleasure to madness. She was barely aware that he had laid her back down again and only the sharp, sudden pain at her right breast was enough to bring her back into the moment.
Wide-eyed and stifling a little scream, Kathy raised herself up on her elbows to see her new love pulling his head back...letting her see the tiny tear in her otherwise flawless flesh and the blood starting to seep from his bite. Once again, as though he threw a switch, her cunt started to vibrate, sending electric shocks along every nerve in her body. And as he backed off, Margie leaned over her blonde *slut*-sister's tit and sucked at the small cut, cleaning the wound with her soft tongue. When she swiped Kathy's extended nipple, the poor blonde moaned. When Lisa bent over her other side and caught Kathy's other nipple between her teeth, it was too much for the newest *slut* and she came once again.
The girls continued their oral assault on their new compatriot as Matt fell backwards across the large bed. Laurie was next to him immediately, kissing and caressing her boy so gently, so lovingly. "Steven," she said to her husband, "hand me a lit joint and get me a cool washcloth." She held her hand out, not taking her eyes off of Matt's face. When she felt the thin tube in her fingers, she brought it to her son, her *Master*. "Here, honey... relax...let me make you feel better." Her sweet voice in his ear was as soothing as the cool cloth that she used to wipe his forehead and cool the back of his neck. After a few deep hits of the potent weed, Matt felt completely refreshed and anxious to finish the induction ceremony.
Laying on his side across the bottom of the bed, his head propped up as he leaned on an elbow, he looked across to find his cousin's eyes and silently motioned him over. He handed the joint to Brian as he got close and watched as he took a deep drag and then handed it over to his beautiful, naked aunt. She took it and gave her favorite nephew a deep, sexy kiss in return; she'd sensed what was coming.
Matt had moved to his back; he was propped up, leaning back on both elbows. As Brian disengaged from Laurie, he looked back at his younger cousin; anticipation (and his aunt's tongue) had his cock standing erect and his flesh buzzing with excitement. The eighteen year-old *Master* looked deep into Brian's eyes as he spoke to his cousin's fiancée.
"You've been marked twice, Kathy. Ready for number three?" His voice sounded light and conversational, but it was pitched for total control and it was better than a lie detector in getting truthful answers.
Kathy shivered as her new sisters continued their sensual assault on her sensitized skin. "Yes, *Master*," she moaned with her hoarse, bluesy voice.
"We can stop now," the lean young man teased her, "your choice, baby." He held his thick cock in his hand so she could see it and he started to stroke it slowly from base to crown. Kathy groaned as it grew in front of her eyes -- she wanted him so badly her cunt burned and her nipples were trying to explode.
"Please, Matty," she was whimpering, "I'll do anything you want me to, baby... anywhere...anytime...with any one you want me to. I *promise*, *Master*."
"You tell me this in front of your fiancé?" Matt's voice was getting deeper and everyone in the room was now involved. "You seem very sure." He looked back and forth between the engaged couple. "And he agrees?"
"Completely, *Master*." If he let himself, Matt was sure he could cum just listening to her voice. He had to talk to his dad about training her...later. "Because he loves me *completely.*"
Now Matt kept his eyes on Brian as he spoke to the hot little blonde. "That's good, baby -very good. So you can tell him to make me *completely* hard and wet so I can take your ass in front of him."
Gasps and moans came from all over the room -- every person there was affected by not only Matt's voice but by the total sensuality that permeated the atmosphere in the suite.
Steven and Laurie were both remembering their first night with Brian and Kathy and her reaction to Steven sucking Brian's firm, young cock.
Andy thought back to just a few minutes earlier (it seemed) when he had Brian's uncle's cock in his mouth. He was surprised to find he was truly disappointed that he didn't finish the blowjob...maybe later.
Lisa and Margie were both so turned on by the whole evening anyway, the thought of two *really good looking* young men together only added fuel to their fire.
The *all- American* blonde cheerleader, naked and sweating, looked over the heads of the two girls licking her tits and fingering her pussy. With everything she could put into that outstanding voice, she looked at her beloved straight in his eyes and said, "Brian, if you truly love me...if you really want to marry me...show me, baby -- show us all. Suck his big cock, honey...lick his balls...make him hard and wet so he can fuck my ass." It was as if everyone's heart was beating at the same rate...everyone's breath was in time with the others'. "Now, baby."
The tall, handsome red-head made a quick turn to grab a glass of water. His mouth had gone completely dry as Matt and Kathy heated up the room. Swallowing quickly he crawled up o the bed between his cousin's spread legs. He held Matt's cock upright in one hand and cradled his swollen sac with the other. Slowly, he started to lick the thick, vein-covered shaft from bottom to top. Knowing what he liked himself, he sucked and licked the same areas that were the most sensitive on his own organs. When he could feel Matt's skin start to throb, he opened his mouth wide and slipped it over the erect tool, sucking the head gently between his lips.
Brian was totally into the pleasure he was giving and receiving as he serviced his cousin on his fiancée's behalf. His tongue found the piss-slit and he worked all of the pre-cum he could find on to his tongue. Within minutes, he was slurping and slobbering all over Matt's fully erect fuck-pole. When he was able to slip the large head into his throat and actually swallow, his own cock started leaking pre-cum in a steady stream. Matt finally pulled his cock away before Brian's enthusiastic suck job got him too excited to finish what he had started with Kathy. He was just about ready to complete his task when he had a brilliant idea about how to bind the whole family even closer together by including them in the final part of the ceremony.
There would be no secrets from each other if this arrangement was to survive into the future, and the first one Matt was going to give up was Kathy's. "Margie...Lisa, turn her over...on her knees and face in a pillow." Wordlessly they followed his instructions as everyone inched closer to the action, still breathing in unison as the temperature in the room kept rising. Kathy would have sworn her heart was beating outside her chest and the blood pumping through her was all she could hear as the twin beauties flipped her over and positioned her with her ass up high and her knees spread wide.
Matt got to his knees and moved close to Kathy's up-turned rear end. She was moaning as the girls stroked her steamy hot flesh all over. Matt looked at the beautiful form in front of him and started to stroke her cheeks with his long fingers. His cool, gentle touch was making Kathy shiver in delight and she was crawling with goose bumps. Matt looked around until he found Andy -- eyes wide open and breathing fast and shallow.
"Andy," he said softly, his voiced still pitched as before, "do you know what your sister wanted from you?" He smiled gently, "Besides your cock?"
Andy felt all eyes on him and flushed red under the scrutiny of everyone's stare. He nodded slowly. "She...she asked me...once. I just couldn't...I...couldn't do what..."
*SMACK!!!*
"OHHH!!! Unghhh!!!" Kathy stifled the small scream with the soft pillow when without warning, Matt's hand landed flat and hard on her up-turned ass. The sudden burning caused her pussy to gush and her nipples to throb in anticipation of more.
The others in the room did nothing to stifle their own moans and groans as each reacted to the slapping sound of flesh on flesh.
"Was that it, Andy? Was that what she wanted?" Andy moaned as he nodded again. But this time, Matt knew, he would give his younger sister what she craved. "Come here, Andy," Matt motioned his older look-alike closer. "Please help me with your sister...do what I say. Okay?" There was no way Andy could have refused him.
"Stick your finger into her pussy, dude...make it nice and wet." Andy made sure they all heard the sloshing sound as he finger-fucked his younger sister.
Kathy was riding the edge of one of her biggest orgasms ever. Naked, bent over and totally exposed, she felt like the biggest *slut* of all time and she thrilled with the feeling. And now, with Matt making her brother abuse her, she didn't know how it could get any better. She would find out soon enough.
"Good," Matt continued, "now take it out and stick it up her cute little ass." Andy looked up a little hesitantly. "Now, Andy...do it hard and fast." Compelled by Matt's voice, Andy did as he was instructed and jammed his finger up his sister's tiny butthole. Everyone in the room but Matt groaned as his finger popped through her tightly clenched sphincter and shot up her anal chute. "Rub it around, man...stretch her out for me." And again, Andy did as he was told while Kathy continued moaning and groaning into the bedding.
"One more thing, Andy...do one more thing for your sister." Matt spoke softly, but made no attempt to keep his words from Kathy. "When I tell you to, as fast as you can, pull your finger out of her asshole and spank her as hard as I did."
Kathy groaned as she heard him speak...his words re-creating her fantasy so perfectly that she started to climax before her brother even moved. She couldn't see Matt nod silently at Andy, but she certainly felt his finger pull out of her with a *pop!* and then
*SMACK!!!*
He landed flat across the smooth, firm flesh of her ass cheek hard enough to leave a bright red imprint of his hand and to cause a tear to run out of her eye as she sobbed into her pillow.
"Brian," Matt turned his attention back to his cousin, "get back up here." He guided Andy away to make room for Kathy's fiancé. "You saw what he did...now you, cuz. Finger in her cunt...then up..."
"I saw, cuz...I know what to do." Brian's voice was raw with emotion and unconstrained lust. He moved close to the bent-over blonde and repeated the actions Andy had just finished.
*SMACK!!!*
Kathy was cumming continuously as she realized what her *Master* was doing. Her sobs did nothing to stop him as she heard him tell Uncle Steven to take his turn.
*SMACK!!!*
Both cheeks were bright red as they alternated from one to the other, each taking their turn.
*SMACK!!! SMACK!!!*
Flanking her like bookends, Lisa and Margie did their duty together, as was their usual style, fingering Kathy's pussy and her asshole at the same time, stretching her wide for the imminent intrusion. And then together, of course, spanking her tender ass flesh as hard as they could...knowing that their sister-in-arms was cumming harder than ever.
Kathy felt two new fingers in her cunt...soft, feminine strokes were setting her pussy on fire and then she felt them in her anus, stretching and stroking and opening her wide for what was to come when Laurie leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I told you he was special, didn't I?" The young blonde let the older woman's words take her back over the top -- Laurie felt Kathy's sphincter clutching around her probing fingers as her continuous climax racked her body once more.
Close to passing out from the intensity of her pain-induced pleasure, the orgasmic coed didn't see Lisa and Margie get whispered instructions from Matt and then each grab some ice from the silver bucket that Steven held out to them. Instead, she was concentrating on Laurie...waiting and then feeling the *pop!* as the long fingers vacated her cute ass. And knowing the routine, Kathy braced herself for the hand-slap that would send the burning pleasure along all her frazzled nerves one more time. But to her great surprise,
"AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She screamed her insane orgasm into her pillow as waves of electric pain and hyper-intense sex radiated through her skin and along every neural path expanding outward from her perfectly shaped, bright red ass as her *slut*-sisters rubbed her abused ass-cheeks with smooth pieces of ice. And when she thought she was truly loosing her mind to her lust-driven passions, the *all-American* fresh-faced blonde cheerleader felt Matt grab a handful of her hair and jerk her head back. He was whispering in her ear as her climax rolled over her again and again. "One last chance, Kathy...tell me what you'll do...or tell me to stop. Your choice..."
She felt his mushroom-shaped cockhead push up gently against her sore, gaping asshole. "*Oh, God*," she thought to herself, "*too big...much too big...split me in half*..." But there was no way she could give this up, not now -- not ever.
"Any...thing you...want, *Master*," it was so hard to get the words out of her mouth as he tugged back on her hair. "Any...time...place..." she was choking as he drew back harder, causing her back to arch and her sphincter to slip over his cockhead and trap his first few inches just inside, "unnnghh...so big, Matty...OH!!!" She screamed, almost silently, as he slid just two more inches of his massive fuck-stick into her bowels.
"And?" he whispered the final part of the question.
"Any...anyone you...tell me to...UNNNNNGGGGHH!!!...OH!!...uhhHHH!!" Matt released her hair and Kathy fell face-down onto the soft pillows, screaming her pleasure as Matt's huge erection filled her anal canal -- the heat of his meat thrilling her to the core. She was only faintly aware of his hands on her hips as he started fucking his huge prick into her faster and faster. The burning desire deep in her inflamed cunt burst into a fireworks of pain and pleasure that consumed her pussy and her throbbing clit, her ass and her swollen nipples. And when she felt his thick, hot crème splash deep in her bowels, the electric rush that flew over her skin finally took her deep into a relaxing sleep.
Matt held her hips gently as he pulled away slowly, letting his softening cock fall out her, covered in his own frothy crème, as he laid her gently on the bed. Again, it was his loving mother who attended to him immediately with a soft, warm washcloth and a dry fluffy towel. When he was clean, she sucked her boy's cock between her soft lips, loving the musky taste of his eighteen years.
Around them, everyone else was starting to come alive...all having been temporarily stunned by the performance in front of them. Brian looked at his sleeping fiancée and then back at his younger cousin. Before he could say anything, Matt held his hand up.
"Not all my fault this time, cuz," he smiled across his naked mother as she licked his balls. "Everybody gets some credit for this one...does she *ever* stay awake?"
Brian giggled. "I've never seen her do *this*, cuz. First and second time...tonight...right here -- right now." He *knuckled* his cousin. "You am *da man*, stud!"
Matt knew he had one more task to complete Kathy's transformation and he wanted to do it immediately. He asked Lisa and Margie to turn the blonde on to her back and spread her legs wide. He got to his knees, between her outstretched legs, and looked around at everyone in the room. When he had all their eyes on his, he looked down at Kathy as she slowly opened her eyes and tried to focus.
"You okay, darling?" He looked carefully into her eyes, smiling when he saw her sharpen her gaze as she took in her surroundings. "One more mark, baby...then your set is complete."
She nodded slowly, still waking from her latest climax. "I can't remember..." her voice still had that *bluesy* quality and it still made Matt crazy with lust. "Did I pass out, *Master*?"
Ignoring her question, the young boy fell between her firm, fit thighs -- his handsome face resting on her shaved mound. He looked up into the glaring slits of her eyes -- she was awake now and she knew what was about to happen. The helpless young blonde felt his long tongue swipe her bottom from her still open anus through her swollen labia and then circle her throbbing clit. He sucked the super-sensitive little nubbin between his lips and just for a moment, flicked it wildly with the tip of his tongue. Just as Kathy began to shudder, her orgasm renewing and strengthening, Lisa and Margie locked their lips around the blonde's stiff, pink nipples...holding her shoulders to the mattress as their *Master* stretched the flawless flesh just above and to the left of her clit.
As arranged earlier, when Matt tapped his sister and his fiancée, they bit down softly on Kathy's nipples. The pain was enough to make the blonde coed start sweating and breathing fast. And when Matt's sharp teeth punctured her slick, swollen flesh, Kathy exploded one final time...the *fireworks finale* playing on the back of her eyelids. She was so into the electric fire that consumed her, she didn't even know that Matt had vacated her saddle, only to be replaced by his mother who was sucking and licking the tiny traces of blood from her third mark.
The exhausted eighteen year-old flopped on his back at the side of the large bed. His father stood next to him, leaning against the nightstand. Steven lit a joint, took a drag and handed it to his son. He exhaled and leaned down, kissing his boy on the cheek and whispering in his ear. "I'm very proud of you, Matt. You made your decision and carried it out with no hesitation or delay. I can't wait to talk to your Uncle David."
Matt exhaled the potent smoke, his body recovering quickly, as only the young can. He looked around the room to see Andy and Brian idly stroking their cocks while watching the four women tangled together and pleasuring each other in the center of the large bed. Pitching his voice for immediate reaction, he instructed Kathy to "start behaving like a proper *slut*" and take care of her brother and gave his mother the same instruction regarding her nephew -- suggesting strongly that they find a different location to take care of the boys. Laurie claimed the Jacuzzi for herself and Brian, but Kathy, giggling and kissing her brother said if it wasn't big enough for four, they would fight for it -- kissing and hugging, they all left with arms around each other.
Matt took another hit of the joint and handed it back to his dad. Scooting back up against a large pile of pillows, the lucky young man spread his arms and immediately, his sister and his fiancée curled into him on either side. They were laughing and running their hands over Matt and each other as they talked about their newest *slut*-sister and what they planned on doing to make her feel as welcome as she really was.
"So, Dad," Matt looked over at his father, "nobody told me what happened in the Jacuzzi before. What do you think of your new daughter?" Matt rolled into Margie and kissed her like she was the only woman in the world. Within seconds, she was moaning into his mouth and her pussy was starting to cream. Lisa's temperature rose along with the others and she dragged her hard nipples across Matt's flesh as she moved into position to suck her brother's cock-head between her soft, puffy lips while her tiny fingers worked his heavy sac and his thick shaft.
"Do you mind, son?" Steven moved to the edge of the bed and sat down next to Margie and started stroking her golden skin. Soon his fingers found her slick mound and he slid his fingertip up and down her moist slit. He leaned over the young Chinese beauty and sucked one of her luscious pink nipples between his lips.
Matt sat back up, ending his kiss. "Not at all, Dad...in fact, let me *formalize* this. Margie ...Lisa, I'm giving you guys an early graduation present." He smiled at his father, so happy that he could give him what he truly loved. "From now on, if he's available, Dad is gonna be yours..." Matt moved his hand up his father's thigh until he held his cock in his large hand, squeezing it slow and hard, "...he'll take care of you just like he does for Mom." Both girls squealed with delight -- Laurie had told them both about the services Steven was more than happy to perform. Together they climbed Matt's torso and kissed him all over as they thanked him for the thoughtful gift.
"I feel so appreciated," Steven said with a slightly embarrassed grin. "Anyway, let me answer your question. *Yuan Mai Ling* seems to be perfect in every way...just exactly like your beautiful sister. I am proud to have her in our family and Matt, both your mom and I feel like she is our daughter already."
Margie slithered into her father-in-law's arms and kissed him in a very *un-daughterly* way. "Poppa," she said, "that's so sweet." She leaned into him, spreading his robe apart and pressing her firm breasts into his chest, and then whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, "I have to go to the bathroom...I want you in there before I stop...you can take the last few drops before you suck me clean." She kissed him and hopped off the bed, swinging her hot ass as she walked to the bathroom.
Lisa immediately took over the conversation. "I can't wait to graduate, Daddy. Are we all gonna live together? Or at least real close?" She moved back up, leaning into her brother, rubbing her hands all over his warm, soft skin. "This will be so cool...okay, like now I *really* want to fuck my brother, Daddy...so you suck his cock, okay...make him hard and wet for me, Daddy."
Steven chuckled along with Matt. "I would love to, honey," he said, "but your Chinese twin is calling out to me now." They listened to the sound of Margie's pee hitting the toilet bowl and all three laughed as Steven got to his feet and headed towards the gentle splash.
"You can do it yourself, big sister," Matt's chuckle turned into a deep moan as his sister slid her open mouth over his cock and drew him halfway in. Even with her mouth stuffed beyond its limit, she was able to stimulate him with her tongue as his large head slid into her throat. "God, Lisa...you're getting to be better than Mom," Matt groaned as he felt the familiar thrill of his sister's rippling throat muscles working his engorged shaft. His hands found her perfect 34B's and he massaged her breasts and pulled her swollen, pink nipples as she continued her exquisite blowjob.
Sliding down the silky sheets, Matt was flat on his back as he maneuvered Lisa around so her knees straddled his head and her slick, moist pussy was directly over his face. "Mmmm, oh yes," Lisa moaned around her brother's cock, "eat me, little brother...eat your sister's pussy...God, I love you, Matty!" She groaned again as he plunged his stiff tongue into her creamy hole and licked the inner walls of her steaming cunt.
Brother and sister were as intimately connected as any two people could be -- his long, thick cock buried in her throat and his tongue thrust deep into her sex when their father and their roommate/lover/fiancée returned from the bathroom, Margie leading her new (soon to be) father-in-law by his erect organ back towards the bed. Leaving him standing against the dresser, the Asian coed flopped down on the mattress, her head near Lisa's.
"Oh my God!" Margie was still buzzing from what had just happened. "Lis', you gotta do that with your daddy...your mom was so right!" she squealed. "You won't believe the way he makes you feel...I bet your mom married him just for that!" Lisa had to let her brother slide out of her mouth and the two girls giggled together and then Margie moved close enough to kiss her fiancé's sister on her pretty pink lips.
As the two twenty year-old, identically shaped, sexy young women continued to kiss, their tongues teasing each other, Matt moved out from underneath Lisa and stood next to his dad watching the two girls make out. Father and son shared the moment as they smoked a thin joint and sipped ice water. Steven wrapped his arm around Matt's shoulder. "You did good, son. Keeping two *hotties* like Margie and your sister happy can't be easy."
"God knows it's tough work, Pops," Matt couldn't help but chuckle, "but so far, so good. Anyway, you never said what happened in the hot tub."
Steven shook his head back and forth. "Your big sister is a naughty little girl, Matt. She had me tell Margie all about watching you and Mom on New Year's Eve." The tan, grey-haired man drifted back to the delicious memory. "She sucked my cock as I told your beautiful fiancée about that night." They moaned together, both men familiar with Lisa's wonderful mouth and talented throat. "Then, before I could cum, she put *Mai Ling* on the edge of the tub and your sister put my cock into her. Oh, Matt!" he moaned, "That little girl is a treasure, son."
Matt grinned with pride and lust. "Yeah, she is. So what happened?"
The girls were giggling as they kissed, listening to the conversation. Lisa picked up the narration as her Chinese twin slid her head down towards Lisa's smooth shaven mound. "Mmmmm...Daddy's right, Matty. She is a treasure." Lisa's hands found the back of Margie's head and pulled her face into the moist flesh. "Daddy fucked your girlfriend so good, Matty...her little pussy was all red and swollen." Lisa giggled abruptly and then tilted Margie's face up. "Stop that, you little whore...just eat my pussy -- my asshole is for Daddy!" She looked up at her two men with a smile like an innocent little girl. "Sometimes I just have to stop the little slut," she giggled again. "Anyway, before he could cum, we took him out and then we both sucked him until he came in Margie's mouth and then he finished in mine." Lisa was groaning as another small climax rolled through her, the result of Margie's talented tongue and fingers.
Watching the two twenty year-olds making love, moving so sensuously against each other, kissing and caressing each other with love and passion, was definitely having an effect on both father and son. Almost like it was on cue, Steven heard his son moan deep from his throat as he stared at the erotic tableau in front of him. Seductive curves and swollen nipples and soft lips combined to make true art out of their actions. Then he felt the subtle pressure on his shoulders. Reluctantly, he took his eyes off his daughter and his new daughter-in-law and sank slowly to his knees in front of his strong young son.
He took his son's manhood in his hands, marveling once again at the power it seemed to bring out in Matt. He was so proud of the way his son had grown into adulthood...so happy and excited that both he and Lisa found their parents *slightly unusual* lifestyle to be so perfect for them as well. With all the love he felt, he sucked the large, mushroom-shaped of his son's penis between his lips and into his mouth. His tongue, twirling around the sensitive ridge, drew blood directly from Matt's heart into his swelling cock. The two girls stopped making out to watch and their moans got louder as Matt held his father's head in place and turned the loving, sucking blowjob into the face-fucking he knew his father really craved.
Time and again he thrust his rigid cock past his father's lips and down his open throat. Steven's hands were gripping his son's firm ass, trying to draw him even further in until as suddenly as it started, the face-fucking stopped and Matt drew his cock slowly out of his father's mouth. Steven looked up with a question in his eyes. Matt leaned over to help his dad back up. "Margie made me promise to fuck them again tonight...I think I only have one load left before I pass out. Sorry, Dad."
Steven laughed at his son's dilemma. "I wish I had your problems when I was growing up..."
Meanwhile, the girls took their cues from Matt's subtle hand signals (something else they would need to teach Kathy when they were living closer after graduation) and moved to their hands and knees, together in the middle of the bed. Margie's right shoulder leaned into Lisa's left just as her right hip seemed to be joined to Lisa's left. When they felt Matt climb on to the bed behind them, they both arched their smooth, tan backs by lowering their heads and shoulders and tilting their hips. Together, it was a sight to behold as the two hot, sexy young women *presented* their assholes and pussies to their *Master* for his pleasure.
He moved so his left knee was between Margie's legs and his right was between his sister's. They both felt his long fingers move slowly between their legs, touching and probing and prodding everywhere from their swollen clits to their dark pink puckered rear ends. Moaning and groaning at his touch, Lisa asked her brother what he was going to do...now that there will be three of them -- ass to ass to ass -- she explained. Matt said he would think about it -- another time..
When he felt their pussies to be sufficiently wet from his manipulations, he took his fingers out of them and looked back over at his father. With no gentleness at all, Matt slapped his open left palm against Margie's firm buttock. Steven heard her moan immediately as her skin flushed pink. He looked on silently as his son drew his arm back and came down even harder against her other golden cheek. This time her groan was accompanied by a trickle of pussy juice running down her inner thigh. Matt coated his fingers with her fluid and then jammed his thumb past her rubbery sphincter; she had to bite down hard to keep her scream from being heard outside the suite.
Matt turned back to face his father. "Later, I want you to take *Mai Ling* to bed with you and Mom. She is Mom's to keep and train for me for the weekend. Tell Mother about her daughter-in-law's penchant for pain...let's see what she can do with it." Margie flushed a deep crimson and started to cum again as her future husband and father-in-law discussed her like a piece of meat, a *slut* to be trained to please others. "Have Mother keep Brian handy as a *teaching aide*...I think he's got a crush on our *China Doll* and it will distract him from what's going on between me and Kathy." He could feel Margie's anal ring squeezing rhythmically around his thumb and he heard his sister moaning softly; he knew it was time to proceed.
Lisa felt the first push of her *Master's* cock through her tiny slit open her like a blooming flower. She loved the way he moved in her -- separating her slick pussy walls as he drove towards her hot, liquid core. When he reached the end, his cockhead kissing her cervix, he pulled back and started the wonderful process all over again. If she never felt another penis, if she never kissed another lover, she knew she would be satisfied forever with just her little brother and his wonderful cock.
Matt had set his hips on automatic, plunging in and out of his sister at the same pace over and over again -- he knew this would make her crazy, getting her so close but never enough to send her crashing over into the orgasmic bliss she craved. Again he turned back and beckoned his father closer. He nodded down towards his fiancée. "Spread her legs just a little wider, Dad," he said slowly, still pumping his thick prick in and out of his sexy sister's cunt. Happy to oblige, the smiling grey-haired patriarch put his hands on Margie's firm, young thighs and moved them a few inches further apart.
"Watch, Pop," Matt motioned towards Margie's sex and Steven got close.
*Smack! Smack! Smack!* "Oh God!!! OOOHH!! MATT!!!!FUCCCCCKKKK!!!!" Margie started screaming until Lisa pushed her head down into the soft pillows.
Keeping his thumb stuck in her ass, Matt used his long fingers to spank Margie's pussy and her hyper-sensitive clit as she moaned into the pillow beneath her head.
"Tell Mom -- you guys can keep her crazy all night long by doing things like this to her," Matt said, "but you should all get some sleep, too. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day." Matt pulled his cock, thick and slick with his pre-cum and Lisa's lubrication, out of her hot box and replaced it with a couple fingers. He moved towards Margie and in one thrust, lodged himself fully up inside his fiancée's steaming, hungry cunt. Her moan was cut short as Lisa crushed her soft lips against Margie's and their tongues entwined in lust and love. As he felt her tight, tiny cunt expand and adjust to him, Matt started the same rhythmic thrusting in and out of her that Lisa enjoyed moments earlier.
Steven leaned back against the bedside table and lit a joint from the ashtray. He took a long drag as he watched his son moving back and forth between the two young women -- his long thick love-stick the most dominant thing in the room. He held the joint out to his son; Matt took a quick hit and handed it back as he increased the speed of his thrusts into both girls.
Over the sounds of their sexy moans and the slapping of wet flesh meeting in lust, Matt instructed his father to go find Kathy and bring her back quickly. As Steven left the room, Matt increased the pace and the depth as he gave each girl in turn an equal number of cunt-quivering thrusts and then switched back again. As he felt himself beginning to enter his orgasmic zone, aware of the pressure building in his balls, the subtle moves he made inside of both girls let them know he was nearing release. Accordingly, they both started to use the special muscle control that Margie learned in her youth in Taiwan and gladly taught Lisa at school.
The girls were kissing each other deeply and passionately as Matt moved back and forth -- fucking them both hard and deep and they didn't notice their new *slut*-sister enter the room. Matt did and was struck once again by the blonde, blue-eyed beauty as she crossed to the bed. And in the same smoky, blues singer voice that he'd fallen in love with earlier, she said, "Your daddy told me you wanted me, *Master*. What can I ..."
As she crawled on to the bed, Matt grabbed her long silky hair and pulled her face down hard until she was beneath his crotch. Looking over his shoulder, pitching his voice so there would be no doubt as to who was in control, he said "Suck my balls, *slut*...lick my asshole." Kathy groaned as he tightened his grip and pushed her face into his rear. She tried hard to keep up as he moved back and forth between the twin sex holes in front of him until finally, while he was lodged deep inside his sister's sex, he let go the first rope of his thick, creamy cum, splashing her cervix and sending her over the edge.
Matt pulled out and thrust himself as far as he could go into his future wife's pussy and when he felt her cervical ring dilate, he pushed his huge cockhead through and sent the second strong rope of cum home. He gave Margie a second shot, bringing on her orgasm and then pulled back and fucked himself into his sister one last time and gave her a second helping of baby-juice as well. When he pulled out of Lisa's pussy, his cock all wet and hard and slimy, he pulled Kathy in front of him and sent the last spurts of his crème across her lips and dripping off her chin onto her perfect 34B's. He wiped his cock off against her and using his command voice, told her to clean her sisters.
Lisa and Margie, still weak from their climaxes, rolled onto their backs and spread their legs to welcome Kathy the way their *Master* wished. Eager to please, as the new girl usually is, the sexy blonde wasted no time sucking and scooping and swallowing all the cum and cunt-crème her tongue could capture from the bald pussies in front of her. Laughing and giggling together, all three girls wrapped their arms around each other, kissing and hugging and loving each other together.
Steven watched them with a smile on his face. After a few minutes, he called Margie off the bed and into his arms. He kissed her deeply as the held each other tight. "*Wo ai ni*...I love you, baby," he murmured in her ear. "Go find Mom and Dad, honey...I'll see you in the morning." They kissed again and she was gone like a shadow.
Without being asked, Lisa got up and slinked her way into her brother's embrace. She tilted her head exactly the way he liked as brother and sister kissed the way siblings were *never* supposed to kiss. Her hard nipples and firm, full breasts crushed into him as she ground her bare mound against his thick shaft. Their kiss was as deep as the heavens, full of their love for each other. When they broke apart, Matt smiled gently at his older sister. "I think you're getting on pretty well with Andy, huh?" Lisa smiled and nodded. Matt smiled down at her again. "That's great, Lis'...why don't you rock his world tonight, honey? Here or go out if you want...my wallet is in my jeans...have a great time... whatever he wants."
They hugged one more time and Lisa left her brother alone with Kathy. Matt flopped on the bed, happy with the results of the evening. He spread his arm out and the hot little blonde settled in against him as though they had been together for years. They kissed once and Mat looked deep into her cerulean blue eyes. Satisfied with what he saw, he smiled at her and told her he was very tired. He told her to dim the lights in the room and straighten the sheets and covers on the bed. Finally, he told her to clean his cock and balls with her tongue...and he didn't mind if she wanted to keep his cock in her mouth as she slept.
The luckiest eighteen year-old in the world fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his boyishly handsome face. |
Bed of Rose's: Jack_Straw | 65,145 | 4.82 | 284,871 | [
"beggars",
"christmas",
"lessons",
"tragedy",
"drifting",
"love"
] | *Author's note: Recently, my friend Dynamite Jack challenged Literotica writers to spin a yarn based on the Statler Brothers' song "Bed Of Roses." I have decided to take him up on his challenge and write one for the Holiday contest.
If you've been keeping up with the some of the stories that have already been released, you have a general idea of how the song goes. A lonely young man finds love and purpose thanks to a prostitute named Rose, and her legacy is a man, in every sense of the word.
I'll be honest; I am not a fan of country music. As my pen name suggests, I am, and have been for most of my adult life, a dedicated Deadhead -- that is, a fan of the Grateful Dead -- and I am a rock-and-roller all the way.
However, one thing the Dead taught me was an appreciation of a wide array of musical styles. If you listen to their music, you will hear a variety of influences, ranging from blues to jazz to country. More importantly, they taught me not to disdain styles that I may not like, such as country.
So while I may not personally like the music of the Statler Brothers, and others in the country genre, I respect their songwriting talents and the integrity of their performances.
And, based on the lyrics, "Bed Of Roses" appears to be a song of deep meaning, worthy of the efforts of such talented writers as DJ, DG Hear and Josephus. I can only hope that my contribution to this series remotely approaches the quality of their stories.*
^ ^ ^
Christmas was just a few days away, and I was taking my son and daughter to the mall to do some shopping.
My wife had shooed us out of the house, because she had some gifts to wrap that she didn't want us to see. And, too, I get little enough time alone with my kids, so the chance to accompany them on a shopping trip had plenty of appeal.
As always at this time of the year, my thoughts were drifting back to my past. It was a Christmas many years earlier when my life had changed abruptly.
It was in that frame of mind that I turned into the entrance to the mall and noticed the couple standing out in the cold.
If you live any place with a significant population, you've seen people like them. They stand on a busy corner with a cardboard sign that says something like, "stranded, need help." Or maybe they have on a worn Army coat and the sign claims they're a, "homeless Vietnam veteran, please help."
They usually look pretty skuzzy, and most folks turn away muttering something under their breath like, "get a job."
This couple was no different. They looked to be somewhere between 25 and 30, but it was really hard to tell. Life on the road can age you in a hurry, and make you look far older than your years.
The man was lanky and dressed in a dirty jacket, with dank, stringy hair falling over his shoulders out of a beat-up cowboy hat. The woman was also skinny, with a long braid that hung out of a stocking cap and ran halfway down her back.
The word you'd use for him was slimeball, and the word you'd use for her was skank. They looked like they were strung-out on something or other.
I looked over at my 16-year-old daughter, Elizabeth, and she saw me checking out the couple. She rolled her eyes, because she knew what was coming. She looked back at her 13-year-old brother, Jo Jo, and they shared a silent smirk.
They'd seen this show too many times before, but I couldn't help it. I pulled into the parking lot at Office Depot, and told the kids to sit tight, that I'd be back in a minute.
I pulled my jacket tight against the wind and walked across the street to where the couple stood.
"How ya doin'?" I spoke as I approached them.
"We've been better," the woman answered.
"I'm sure," I said. "Where you guys from?"
"Ohio," the man answered.
"Long way from home, aren't you?" I said.
"We're trying to get to Florida, but it ain't easy when you ain't got a car and you ain't got no money," the woman said. "And I thought it was supposed to be warm down here."
"Sometimes it is, but, hell, it's December, and we aren't that far south," I said.
In fact, Tupelo, where we live, is about the same latitude as Atlanta and Dallas, and it can get awfully cold during the winter in those climes, and it can get mighty cold here, as well.
The difference to me, and the advantage Tupelo has over my hometown of Wichita, is that the cold weather doesn't persist. You may have bitterly cold days, but you'll also have January days when the temperature hits 70 and stays there for a few days. And by the end of February, winter is just about done.
"You two got any family?" I said. " Anybody who'll miss you come Christmas?"
"We got a few," the man answered tersely. "Nobody I'm interested in spending any time with, though."
"My dad," the woman said. "But he'll be drunk as shit by noon on Christmas, and my sister'll probably be fucking my brother, or some other family member. That's how she gets her jollies."
I was saddened by the bitterness I heard in these two. I wish I had a family to despise the way this girl apparently did hers.
I sighed as I realized that there was nothing I could do, except what I had come to do. I reached in my back pocket, pulled out my wallet and took out a hundred-dollar bill. I folded it twice and put it in the woman's palm.
"Look, there's an inexpensive motel about a mile from here, the Skyview Inn," I said. "I know the manager, and he's probably working the desk. Tell him Jack sent you, and he'll let you have a room. It's a bit of a no-tell motel, but the heaters work and the beds are firm. Go on, get out of this cold."
The woman smiled for the first time, and, surprisingly, her teeth seemed in pretty good shape.
"So, Mr. Married Man, how do you know the beds at this motel are firm?" she asked, nodding at the ring on my left hand.
I looked off in the distance, and I guess the pain in my eyes showed, because the salacious smile died on her face.
"There was a time when I was where you are, and I found a home of sorts there," I said. "Look, I've got to go. Go on now, it's cold and you look like you're going to go into convulsions from the way you're shivering. Oh, and do me a favor, and call your family on Christmas. You may hate their guts, but they're still your family. I wish..."
Then I turned away, so they wouldn't see a big, strong guy like me cry. Once I regained my composure, I turned back, shook their hands, wished them luck and walked back across the street, back to my children, two of the three most important people in my life.
Elizabeth looked over at me with a look of supreme puzzlement and a little disgust on her face when I got back in the car.
"Daddy, why do you do that?" she asked. "Every year at Christmas, heck, every time you pass some vagrant like that, you stop and give them money. Those two looked like they were dripping with disease. And you shook their hands. Yuck!"
I looked over at my daughter and just stared. I love her more than life itself, and most of the time she's a sweet person.
But she is 16, and occasionally, she shows a touch of the teenage bitch. I honestly don't know where she gets it, since my wife Kathleen doesn't have a bitchy bone in her body. Maybe it's just the school environment she's in.
"I think it's time I told you my story," I said simply. "When we get home, plan on sitting down with me for about a half-hour. This is very important, and you need to hear it."
She looked at me funny, because I had never once intimated that I had the kind of past that I'd had. Kathleen knew all about it, but I'd made her promise not to say anything to the kids until I felt like they were old enough to understand it. It looked like that time had come for Liz.
We put the encounter behind us as we went to the mall and got some shopping done, then had lunch at the food court. We had an enjoyable day, although I was a little quieter than usual, thinking over how I was going to approach my daughter.
We returned home to the rich aromas from the kitchen. Kathleen and I were going to a potluck Christmas party at the home of a close friend that night, and she had a casserole in the lower oven and a custard pie in the upper oven.
Kathleen is a wonderful cook, and it takes a committed exercise program for us to maintain a reasonably trim physique.
I kissed the back of her neck while she stood over the kitchen counter whipping some fudge. She shivered and looked back at me seductively, the way she always did. After 22 years of marriage, we still express a deep and abiding love for each other. But her face took on a serious cast when I whispered in her ear.
"It's time for Elizabeth to hear the story," I said, and I told her about the encounter with the homeless couple. Kathleen nodded and said she'd leave us alone. Then she turned around and kissed me.
"Good luck," she said.
"It'll be fine," I said.
I called Liz down to the den, turned on the Saturday NFL game for background noise then sat down on the sofa next to her.
"Sweetheart, you know me as a father, a husband, a well-respected businessman, a dedicated Christian and a pillar of the community," I began. "Trust me, I wasn't always that way. It's just by a quirk of fate that I ended up here, and it's thanks to a remarkable woman I met here that I became the person I am today."
In spite of myself, I felt my eyes watering, the way they always did when I thought about Rose.
"Her name was Rose Madison, and she made a man out of me, in every sense of the word," I said.
Elizabeth snuggled up to me as I told her about Rose and how she changed my life...
^ ^ ^
My given name is John Strahan Jr., but I've been called Jack all of my life, to distinguish me from my father.
When I was young, in junior high and high school, I was called Jack Straw. I was 13 in November of 1972 when some of the guys I was hanging out with at the time talked me into going to a Grateful Dead concert at the convention center in downtown Wichita.
We all dropped some acid and had the time of our lives. Early in the show, they played "Jack Straw," and when they hit the climactic coda line, "Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down," we all about freaked out. From then on I was Jack Straw from Wichita.
The fact that I was taking LSD at the age of 13 should tell you something about what I was like as a kid.
My folks just didn't have a clue how to handle me. Dad was originally from California somewhere and Mom was from Texas, and they settled in Wichita when Dad got out of the Air Force. He was a machinist at the Boeing plant and she was a nurse.
I had a sister, Beth, who was four years older than me, and she was everything I was not. She was nice, quiet, smart and straight. I was smart enough, but I wasn't quiet or nice, and I definitely wasn't straight.
I smoked my first cigarette when I was 9, my first joint when I was 10 and by age 12, I was a full-fledged, longhaired doper. My folks yelled at me and tried grounding me, but I just ignored them and snuck out anyway.
Nothing they did stopped me from doing whatever I wanted, especially after I sprouted to my adult height of 6-foot-1, several inches over my dad's size.
I hated junior high, but, strangely enough, when I started my sophomore year at Southeast High, I kind of liked it. Oh, I still didn't have any use for class and teachers and homework, but school was where I hung out with my buddies from the street, who were all a little older than me.
Things were kind of motoring along until I was 16 and a junior in high school, when something happened that completely changed my life.
It was a cold Sunday in January 1976. Beth was a junior at KU, heading into the spring semester after the winter break. She normally would have driven her own car back up to Lawrence, but during the break, the engine had thrown a rod, and she'd had to leave the car at home until Dad could get the money to fix it.
So around 9 o'clock that morning, Mom, Dad and Beth packed up the station wagon with her belongings and set out. I had no interest in going with them. The idea of riding in the back seat of my parents' car and listening to Dad's country music for five hours had no appeal to me.
Besides, I could hang out and get stoned and play my rock-and-roll music at full volume without any interference from my folks. The three of them gave me a hug and off they went. Dad said they expected to be back around 6 o'clock.
Throughout the afternoon I had a few buddies over, and we got pretty ripped, then around 4:30 I sent them home and began to air out my room. I used a bong, which didn't produce a lot of smoke, but I didn't want there to be any chance of Mom and Dad smelling anything.
By then, we had sort of reached an uneasy, unspoken understanding. They didn't ask or complain about what I did when I was out cruising the streets with my friends, and I didn't smoke pot in their house -- at least not where they could tell.
Well, 6 o'clock came and went, then 7 o'clock, and I didn't hear them returning. I fixed a can of soup to eat and paced the kitchen, getting a little worried. When it got be 8 o'clock, I found the phone number for Beth's dorm and reached her roommate. What she said sent a trill of fear down my back.
"I haven't seen them all day, and I'm starting to get worried," the girl said. "I expected them around noon."
I promised Beth's roommate that I'd keep her posted, and told her they probably just had car trouble.
Inside, though, I knew something bad had happened. I knew Dad had to work the next morning at 7 a.m., and he was about as reliable as they come. I didn't think there had been any car trouble. He was a machinist, and he kept his car's engine in tip-top condition.
Sure enough, a little after 9 o'clock, the doorbell rang and I answered the door to find two Highway Patrol troopers on the front porch. I knew without saying why they were there.
I had long developed the hippie's disdain for cops, but I have to say those officers were a Godsend. They were compassionate, and the older one held me while I cried.
The Kansas Turnpike winds its way from Wichita to Topeka and Kansas City through the Flint Hills, an isolated series of craggy ups and downs.
The weather had turned bad, they had run into an unexpected bit of sleet, and Dad had hit a patch of ice on a fairly steep sloping curve. The car had spun out of control into the path of an 18-wheeler.
Just like that, my parents and my sister were gone, and there wasn't even much left to bury. Neither of my parents had any life insurance, and the pension money from Boeing all pretty much went for the funeral expenses.
Of course, I couldn't afford any kind of headstone or cemetery plot, so I had what was left of them cremated. Dad had never bought the house where we lived, simply rented, so I had to move out, and it didn't take me long to lose track of their ashes.
That has always preyed on my mind, the fact that I have no place on this earth where the memory of my family can be recognized. It's like they never existed, especially considering there wasn't much family to mourn for them.
Dad had a brother and sister in California, and Mom had a sister living in the Rio Grande Valley in Texas. They did all come for the memorial service, but I balked at the idea of going to live with any of them. I didn't know them, and my thinking was that I wasn't willing to leave my comfort zone in Wichita.
After I was forced out of my house, I moved around some, living with friends here and there in different areas of the city. I quit school and tried to get a job, but I wasn't willing to cut my hair or give up drugs.
Hell, drugs and alcohol became my refuge. When I was blitzed I didn't have to think about the awful way my family had died. Ever so slowly, over the next year, I gradually parted with anything valuable I owned, selling it to make money to buy drugs.
By the time 1977 rolled around, I was pretty much living on the street, and I decided that Kansas in winter wasn't a good place to be homeless. So I packed up a backpack, stocked up on some speed and a bit of weed and hit the road. I was headed for someplace warmer.
I had a friend who had moved to New Orleans, and I headed in that direction. I spent some time there, but it was a nightmare. I'm ashamed to say that I was pushed into doing some awful things there to make money. After the third time of selling my body to some man, I couldn't stand it and left.
They say you're either gay or you're not, and I'm not. To this day, the memories of my letting those men do what they did to me almost makes me retch. I vowed when I left New Orleans that I would never subject myself to that again, and that I would never return to Louisiana if I could help it.
Now, I was no virgin, far from it. But I'd never been in love, not even close, and my idea of sex was a blowjob or simply sticking my cock in a girl in the back seat of someone's car, pumping hard for about five minutes, shooting my cum in her, zipping up and moving on. In other words, "wham, bam, thank ya, ma'am," was my mantra.
Before I knew it, Christmas was right around the corner, and I was really feeling the blues.
Although my folks and I had never really seen eye-to-eye, and even though Beth and I weren't close, we still enjoyed close family times at Christmas. It was the one time of the year when we all set aside our differences and came together as a family.
I had gotten shit-faced drunk the previous Christmas, so I wouldn't be quite so haunted by the memories. It didn't work too well.
By this time, however, I had run out of money for drugs or booze, and I was more concerned with simply eating. It had gotten so I would panhandle at truck stops or on the sidewalks in city centers for a few coins or a buck or two to buy a hamburger, and I wasn't above rummaging around in dumpsters.
I found myself in West Memphis, Ark., one day in mid-December that year, and I was looking at the big Mississippi River Bridge with some longing. My life had no meaning, no purpose and I was awfully close to simply walking onto the bridge and jumping off.
But I couldn't do that. Regardless of my despair, I had too much will to live to do that. What being homeless and having to beg for meal money did do was cure me of my rebelliousness, and cut my teenage ego down to almost nothing. I learned humility on the streets, and it was a valuable lesson.
Once I determined that I was going to live, or at least die trying, I thought that getting someplace warm might help. I was fortunate enough to catch a ride with a trucker who was headed for Birmingham.
I had no interest in going to Birmingham, but after looking at a map, I decided to go with him as far as Tupelo, then turn south on Highway 45 and head for the Coast.
He was a kindly fellow, and bought me breakfast. On the road, he talked softly and confidently about his relationship with the Lord, and how it sustained him through some tough times.
I just kind of half-listened. It was the same spiel I'd heard before. I had no God at that point. God, if he even existed, had pretty much abandoned me, left me forlorn and alone.
All too soon, we were in Tupelo and I was back on the streets.
At first, Tupelo was a pretty unforgiving place. There were no rides to be had and precious little money to be begged. I wandered the streets of the town, sleeping in alleys and trying to stay away from the cops.
It was Sunday, exactly a week before Christmas, and I was standing on the main drag, a block down from the First Baptist Church. My little cigar box was open and I was holding a hand-written sign saying I was hungry and begging for help.
A well-dressed man who looked quite rich walked by with his wife and college-aged daughter, and for some reason I kind of lost my head. The gnawing pain in my stomach had become so acute that I was really desperate.
"Please, mister, I haven't eaten in five days (which was true)," I said. "Can't you spare something?"
Nothing, although the daughter looked back at me with some pity.
Another couple walked by, and they looked right through me and didn't even slow down. Two more families ignored me as they walked by, headed for their big, fancy church, and finally one man cursed me and told me to get lost or he was going to call the cops.
Out of nowhere, a woman swooped in.
"You fucking hypocrite," she bellowed, and the man looked startled. "You don't mind spending a little money on me on the side, then you go in your god-damn church, where you sit there in your nice fancy clothes with your prissy little wife and your obnoxious brat of a son. But you can't spare a dollar for some down-and-out kid. Why, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
"Please, Rose, not here," the man hissed as he looked around to see that a few people from across the street had turned to see what the commotion was all about. He hurriedly fished a twenty out of his billfold, threw it on the ground in front of me and walked away quickly.
"Bastard," the woman muttered.
I scrabbled on the ground to pick up the bill, then looked up to see who it was that had come to my rescue. That was my first good look at Rose Madison.
As I said, I'd never been in love before, but I felt something the first time I laid eyes on Rose. She was a little older, probably 35 or so, and while she wasn't a raving beauty, she was good-looking enough.
Handsome; that's what you would call her. She had a pleasant, open face, with an unobtrusive nose, mischievous eyes, lips that were meant to be kissed and long hair that was a natural brunette color.
She was kind of smallish, maybe 5-foot-4, if that, but she had a very nice body. She was slim, but not skinny, with breasts that were just a shade over perfect, a curvy butt and trim legs. She was dressed in jeans, a snug sweater and a waist-length jacket, with a long scarf thrown around her neck.
"What's your name, son?" she asked in a voice that sounded like she was from some place up north.
"Uh, Jack, ma'am," I said. "Jack Strahan, but my friends call me Jack Straw from Wichita."
"You must be joking," she said with a snort of laughter. "A fucking Deadhead in the birthplace of Elvis. Oh, that's rich."
"Seriously, ma'am," I said. "Jack Strahan really is my name, and I am from Wichita."
She just looked at me with amusement in her eyes.
"First thing you need to know about me," she said. "I am not 'ma'am.' My name is Rose, not ma'am. And it's a pleasure to meet you, Jack Straw from Wichita. I was headed over to the café when I saw you over there. Care to join me?"
I couldn't turn down an invitation like that, so I gathered up my things and followed her down the street to this greasy spoon diner. A few of the patrons greeted her, but some just avoided her eyes, even as she winked at them knowingly.
It didn't take me long to figure out that she was a hooker. The exchange in front of the church had been the first clue, and the way some of the men and women in the diner treated her was the clincher.
As I wolfed down a full plate of bacon, eggs, grits and pancakes (yes, I'd gotten used to grits), Rose managed to pry my story out of me. She was good at that.
"So, where do you want to go?" she asked, and I noticed a sparkling in her eyes and a serious look on her face.
"I don't know," I said sullenly. "I've got no place to go. It's Christmas and I've got nobody to love, nowhere to be, nothing to do. I'm just nothing."
"Don't you ever say that!" she said sternly. "Everybody is somebody. We all have a soul and we all deserve somebody to love. Look, maybe I can help you. Why don't you come with me, and get cleaned up, get some rest. You probably haven't had a good night's sleep in ages. I've got a friend who could use a helper, if you're willing to work. Tomorrow, I'll chat with him, and see if maybe we can work something out."
I guess the look on my face gave me away, because she looked at me seriously.
"There won't be any of that," she said, then she smiled. "I don't give that away to just anybody. Now, you coming?"
You bet I was. At that point, I was already smitten in a way I had never been before. Forget having sex; I just wanted to be with her, to talk to her and listen to her. Nobody had taken the time to treat me with any kindness in almost two years, and I was like a kid in a candy store.
We left the café, and walked a half-block to where she had her car parked. It was small, but functional, and she drove a mile or so to a small house in a quiet, lower-middle class neighborhood. It looked neat and well kept, except for some things that looked like they needed repair.
I looked around and saw the Christmas tree in the front window, with a few presents underneath, and a few decorations scattered about. I felt my heart breaking as I recalled the Christmases I'd enjoyed at home when I still had a family to enjoy them with.
Rose showed me where the bathroom was, told me to empty my pack of the dirty laundry I'd been carrying around, then laid out a T-shirt, flannel shirt, jeans and underwear on the bed in what she called her guest room. They were men's clothes, but I knew better than to ask where they came from.
It had been so long since I'd taken a hot shower in a real bathtub that it was almost an orgasmic experience. When the weather was warm, I could find a stream in which to bathe, and occasionally I could find a park or some place that might have a public shower. But those places were few and far between.
When I finally used up all of the hot water, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the spare room to dress. After a full breakfast and a hot shower, I was feeling kind of drowsy, but I had several questions in my mind that I needed to have answered.
The clothes were a little loose, but they were clean and warm, and I wasn't about to complain. Rose was sitting in her front room doing some knitting and watching a football game on television when I walked in and sat down across from her.
"Rose, why are you doing this for me?" I asked. "For all you know, I could be some drug-crazed maniac, yet you welcomed me into your home like I belonged here. I don't get it."
"I'm not sure why," she said, putting down her knitting and looking at me evenly. "You just looked so lost. In my business, I've learned how to read a man, and I could tell you were harmless, at least to me. You were hungry, dirty, cold and alone, and I guess I'm just a sucker for a good sob story. Plus, you're cute."
She smiled at me then and returned to her knitting, and I swear I felt my emotions tumbling. Right then, I decided that I would do anything this woman wanted, anything, just to have a chance to love her.
"Oh, by the way, your clothes are in the washing machine," she said. "Now, you look like you're about to fall out, so go get some rest."
So began my relationship with Rose Madison.
The next day, she took me to see her friend, Joe Murphy, who owned the Skyview Inn, over on Highway 78. Joe needed a handyman, someone to do odd jobs around the place. He let me live in one of the rooms at the far end of the building and took out a nominal amount out of my pay for rent.
I didn't see Rose for a couple of nights, then I happened to be sitting in the room when I heard her voice outside, then her throaty laughter. I walked to the window and saw her escorting some fellow to one of the rooms nearby. They kissed at the doorway, then went inside.
They were in there for about an hour, then he left. I watched, then 20 minutes later, a car pulled up, another man got out, went to the door and Rose let him in. I gave up after the third man went in.
For some reason, I was filled with jealousy and remorse. I mean, I knew on an intellectual level that Rose was a whore, but somehow I had separated that knowledge from my emotions.
But seeing it like that seemed to stick a dagger in my heart. I was already falling in love with her, and I didn't want to think about those men fucking a woman I loved.
I know; it was pretty childish of me, but you have to understand how raw my emotions were during that period.
I had lost my entire family in one fell swoop, I had pretty much been abandoned by the friends I'd thought I had in Wichita and I had been used unspeakably by the friend I'd met up with in New Orleans.
And, of course, living hand-to-mouth on the road with no place to call home and no idea where my next meal was going to come from had played havoc with my mind.
Uncannily, she seemed to sense something was wrong, because she came to see me the next day. She wanted to take me to get some Christmas presents, but I just kind of gave her the cold shoulder.
"Jack, what's wrong?" she asked.
"I ... I saw you last night," I said. "I heard your voice outside, and at first, I thought you were coming to see me, but..."
"Jack, honey, I was working," she said softly, brushing a hand over my face and rubbing my tears into her palms. "It's what I do. Joe lets me come here with my dates, where I know it's safe, and now that you're here, I feel even safer. Jack, this is my job. I'm not proud of it, but it is what I am. Come on, I'll tell you about it while we shop."
And she did. Turned out we had more in common than I thought.
Rose was originally from New York, as I had suspected, and had come to the South with her husband and daughter. He'd been a bit of a lowlife, a Southern charmer with a wandering eye for the ladies and a penchant for drug trafficking.
Apparently, he'd ripped off some dealer up north and had fled to his old hometown to flee the dealer's wrath. It had taken them a couple of years, but they had tracked him down and shot him to death.
Rose could have handled that all right, except that when they did find him, her daughter was with him, so they killed her too, to eliminate any witnesses.
Devastated, Rose could have left Tupelo, and its bad memories, except that she didn't want to leave the place where her little girl was buried.
A year or so after that, Rose had brought her mother down to live there, so she could take care of her. Her mom was just senile enough to require someone to look after her at the assisted-living home, to run errands for her and be there to help with the doctor's visits and getting her medicine taken care of.
So Rose needed a night job, and there wasn't a night job in Tupelo that paid as well as prostitution, especially the way she practiced it. She had a pretty upscale clientele, and they paid her well for her services.
Behind the closed doors at the Skyview Inn, her men were her friends, lovers and confidantes, but out in public, she was a filthy little whore, someone to be ignored or talked about in disapproving tones.
To the outside world, she put up her Yankee shield of brass to make people think she didn't care what they thought about her. But I was soon to learn that behind that shield was a caring, vulnerable woman who cried at night at the cruel things people said about her, often to her face.
I discovered how caring she was that first Christmas. She invited me to spend the day with her and her "family." Her mom was there, and so was Joe, along with a few other misfits and lowlifes that she called friends.
And Joe brought along his daughter, a gawky 12-year-old named Kathleen. Joe was divorced, and his ex-wife in Jackson had custody of his daughter, but every other year Kathleen spent Christmas with him, and this was his year to have her for the holiday.
At the time, I really didn't think much of her. I mean, she was nice and all, and pretty in a girlish way, but she was just a kid, and, besides, right then I only had eyes for Rose.
We opened some presents, and I was gratified to see that there were a few for me, including a much-needed pair of boots. Then we all sat down to Christmas dinner, and in the middle of it, I had to leave the room. I closed the door to the guestroom and just broke down and cried.
I had pretty much bottled up my emotions about my family, but that day it all came rushing out. These people didn't have much to give, but they had opened their hearts to a stranger and had accepted me as one of them.
After awhile, I heard the door open, and Rose came in. She just held me while I let it all out, and she whispered in my ear that I could always come to her, that she'd always be there for me.
I dried my eyes, then rejoined the party. Later, after the table was cleared from dinner, we all sat around and sang Christmas carols. Under the circumstances, it was one of the best Christmases I've ever had.
Over the next year, Rose -- and Joe -- helped me get on my feet. I was able to save some money, and move into a small place of my own, and bought a working automobile. It wasn't much, but it ran. In addition to working around the motel, I also fixed up some things around Rose's house.
Every Sunday, she'd invite me over for lunch and we'd talk. She had quickly figured out that I wasn't just some dumb doper, that I was actually quite intelligent. She gave me books to read, and encouraged me to think about my education.
With her help, I started studying to get my GED, so I could at least think about going on to college. I finally cut off my lengthy ponytail and started trying to look like a more respectable person in hopes of making a better impression on her.
I don't know if that was what did it or not, but for some reason, she started being more affectionate toward me, and I started catching those glimpses of longing in her eyes.
Whenever we got together, we would get into some incredibly deep philosophical conversations. We would often talk about why God had taken from us the people we loved most in the world, whether it was through some moral flaw of ours or whether it was just the way things happened.
Thanks to those conversations, I was able to finally come to grips with the tragedy that had so scarred my life, and I think I helped her come to terms with her loss. That, as much as anything, was the thing that bound us together spiritually and emotionally.
A year passed, and it was Christmas Eve, a Sunday that year. Rose invited me to her house, saying she had a special present for me that she wanted to give me that night.
I honestly had no clue what was going to happen. I mean, I'd dreamed about making love with Rose almost from the first moment I'd seen her, but I really never thought I had a chance.
In some ways, I had regressed socially since leaving Wichita. Back there, I could usually pick up some chick and fuck her, but the months of being homeless and rootless had taken me out of my comfort zone, plus I didn't have drugs as an enticement.
That was especially true once I got settled in Tupelo. For some reason, I just couldn't connect with the few women I encountered there. I knew Rose would never tolerate my getting back into drugs, and I loved her too much to risk losing her over that.
But it seemed that without that as a prop, I couldn't get over that hump.
Rose's house was warm and cozy when I arrived a little after dark. She had fixed a nice meal, and had dressed in a fairly snug dress that accentuated her cleavage without being showy.
After dinner, we adjourned to her living room, and she sat real close to me on the sofa. She threw her long brown hair back and looked at me in a very disconcerting way.
"Jack," she said in a sultry voice. "Back in Kansas, did you ever have a girlfriend, someone you really, really liked?"
"Honestly, no," I said. "I mean, I knew some girls, and I even... you know."
"Fucked them," she finished.
"Yeah, but I've never been in love," I said. "Or at least I hadn't been, until..."
"Until what?" she said.
"God, Rose, do I have to spell it out?" I stammered. "Until I met you. Don't you realize how much I love you? How I've felt about you since the first time I met you. You picked me up -- a filthy, hungry kid -- fed me, took me in, found me a job and helped me get my life back. I owe you my life, and, God, I love you so much I can't stand it."
"You sweet, sweet boy," she said, bringing her face up close to mine. "Wait here. I have a surprise for you."
My eyes were on stalks when she emerged from her bedroom dressed in a transparent negligee of a filmy black material. I was mesmerized by the way her breasts swayed, and at the almost nonexistent pubic bush that the material failed to hide.
My mouth was dry and I was blinking rapidly at the vision of loveliness before me. She sauntered into the room until she stood right in front of where I was seated.
"Of course I've known how you felt," she whispered. "I saw it in your eyes that first day a year ago. But I needed to know you, to see if you were worth my time and trouble. Love is an easy word to throw about, but there is a difference between love and infatuation, between love and sex. Sex, to me, is something I sell one piece at a time to anyone with the money to afford me. But love? I don't give away my love to just anyone any more. I made that mistake once, and it cost me everything I hold dear. But, for you, Jack... For you, I'll give you my love, because you need it. You need me, and... I need you."
With that, she bent over, took my head in her hands and kissed me, deeply and insistently. I could feel my cock throbbing in my jeans, threatening to bore a hole right through the material.
It had been almost two years since I'd been with a woman, since right before my trip to New Orleans, and while I jacked off with some regularity to relieve the tension, it's not the same.
She stared into my eyes as we broke apart and she pulled me up from the sofa.
"Come on, love, let me show you how a man loves a woman," she said in a voice that sent goose bumps all over me.
When I got in her bedroom, and saw the big double bed, with the covers turned down just so, I almost blew my load right there. Even more, she'd lit votive candles all around the room, giving it a soft, sexy glow.
Slowly, she stripped off my shirt, then the T-shirt I had on under it. She raked her fingers over my chest then bent down to lick and suck my rock-hard nipples. The whole time, she was massaging my throbbing cock through my jeans.
She stood up then and we kissed again, and this time I filled my hands with her beautiful tits. They were nice and plump, with brown tips and nipples that were jutting out stiff in arousal. I must have been doing something right, because she closed her eyes in reverie and hummed in approval.
Satisfied that I had the right idea, she pushed me gently until I fell back on the bed, then pulled off my shoes, my socks and my pants, leaving my jockeys to where a big, slug-like ridge bulged.
"Nice, very nice," she said softly. "You have a very nice cock, Jack Straw from Wichita."
But she didn't do anything with it right away. Rather, she got up on the bed and lay across my body, and we kissed again, feverishly. I felt her soft skin against my body, and I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.
I reached down with one hand and caressed her butt, then ventured further, to the well-trimmed space between her legs, and discovered that she was dripping wet.
Somehow, that sent my arousal soaring. Until that moment, there had been that little kernel of concern that she was merely doing this just for charity, that she really didn't have her mind, body and soul in it. But her wetness told me differently. She may not have loved me like I loved her, but her feelings were sincere.
"Oh, Rose..." I started, but she just shushed me and slid down the bed.
When she got up between my legs, she flipped my underwear down, and my cock sprang up as if it was on a trampoline. She took it in her hands and softly caressed it, then swirled a finger around the tip, getting the crown nice and wet.
She looked up at me with a devilish smile then opened her mouth and slid the head between her lips. I groaned as she took half of my length in one smooth motion then began to slowly -- very, very slowly -- worked her mouth back up then back down again.
My God, was it ever good. I'd gotten blowjobs before, but those girls were rank amateurs compared to Rose. She knew just how much pressure to put on my cock to extract maximum pleasure, she knew just when I was about to lose control and she knew just how to stem the tide of cum with a squeeze of her hand.
Twice, three times, four times, she did that until I was writhing on the bed in ecstasy, yearning for release.
"God, please Rose," I gasped. "I need to come. It's so, so good."
"Then you're ready," she whispered.
She got up on her knees, reached down and pulled off her negligee and tossed it aside. I drank in the visage of Rose's naked body, with the light sheen of sweat already covering her body from the warmth of the room and the heat of her arousal.
Holding my cock at the base so that it was aiming high toward the ceiling, she straddled my hips, aimed the head of my dick to her pink hole and slowly impaled herself on me.
I have no words that can describe the feeling of Rose's sugary walls as they enveloped my cock. She was hot, wet and surprisingly tight. When she had me in her cunt to the fullest, she just held me there and told me to take a deep breath, to get my control so she could fuck me properly.
When she was satisfied that I wasn't going to blow my load at the first insertion, she started with a slow, sinuous up-and-down motion, rhythmically rocking up and down on my throbbing cock. Her hands fanned her long dark hair as she swayed to the music of our lust.
As much as I wanted to take in every little sight and sound of our coupling, I had to clench my eyes shut to hold back my orgasm as long as possible. And Rose was patient; she knew just when to go fast and when to go slow.
Truly, it felt like we could have fucked forever, but it was really only a few minutes before our motions were becoming harder, faster, jerkier as the passion overwhelmed us. Rose's breathing was getting ragged as she worked herself up and down.
Just about the time I felt like I was one or two strokes away from coming, I took control. I don't remember doing it consciously, but I wrapped my arms around Rose's smaller body and deftly rolled her onto her back.
My twitching, pulsing cock slipped out of her sheath for just a moment, and for just that moment I knelt there between her legs and gazed in wonder. Her eyes were soft and dewy with incipient climax, her breasts were heaving, and her legs with spread wide in eager invitation, her wet pussy actually trembling.
I was ready. I gathered Rose in my arms and my cock knew where to go. I sank myself into her all the way in one screaming thrust and we both went wild. We thrashed on that bed as I ripped my cock back and forth for a full two or three minutes as the orgasmic sensations consumed us.
I think I gasped and cried out as I felt the electric crackle of my cum as it exploded from my scrotum and out the end of my cock, basting Rose's womb with all the pent-up passion I'd had stored back for months.
We clutched at each other as the lust carried us away, and we laughed insanely as we kissed frantically.
Finally, the feelings passed, and I slumped onto her sweat-covered body, then rolled onto my side. We just held each other in the juicy afterglow of our lovemaking. I had never felt more secure in my life.
"Merry Christmas, Jack Straw," Rose whispered.
"Merry Christmas, Ramblin' Rose," I answered back, and we laughed again.
We rested some, then we did it again, slower but with no less passion than before, and when we finished, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
By the time Christmas morning dawned, I knew I had passed a major threshold in my life. When I had entered Rose's bed the night before, I was still a child in many ways. After that night, however, I knew I was a man.
We tried not to let on to our friends who came by to celebrate the holiday that we'd become intimate, but I think they sensed it. But they had too much respect for Rose, and I guessed they liked me well enough that nobody said anything.
Later that night, after we'd got to bed and made love again, I looked over at Rose and I told her what I was feeling.
"I wish you didn't have to go out with those other men," I said. "I wish you didn't have to work the night and let them use you like you do."
"Jack, my love, it's what I have to do," Rose said wistfully. "I wish there was some other way, but that's the course my life has taken. It's what I am. I believe I was put on this earth to please men that way, and, I think, being a whore is my penance for the sins I committed earlier in my life, sins that cost me... cost me my child."
Then she just buried her face in my chest and wept bitterly. She would never forgive herself for the way she put her daughter in harm's way.
"I love you, Rose," I whispered. "And I always will."
She looked at me then, her eyes glistening with her tears, and she imparted some wisdom.
"I know you do, and I love you too," she said. "But, long-term, I'm not the woman for you. I'm not your life partner. Someday, you'll meet someone special, someone closer to your own age, and you will love her with the same heart you have for me. All I can do is prepare you, teach you what you need to know, and when the time comes, let you go. You'll know when it's time."
At that moment, I couldn't believe it would happen that way, but it did.
Early the next year, I took the GED, got my high school diploma and enrolled at the nearby junior college with an interest in business administration.
I continued to stay in my little apartment in Tupelo and work for Joe at the motel. Rose still worked nights, which, by this time, had evolved more as a call-girl operation that simply walking the streets. But she was still whoring, and it took a lot of understanding for me to accept it.
We still got together on Sundays, and sometimes we made love. She could always tell without my saying so when I needed it.
And there were times when she needed me, as well. That was especially the case in July 1980, when her mother passed away. Rose took it hard, and I spent a lot of time comforting her.
I think that was an important time, because it signaled that I had matured to the point where I no longer felt sorry for myself for the tragedy that had engulfed me back in Kansas.
Unlike my abortive high school career, I took to school at Itawamba like a duck to water. I guess because I was paying for it (with help from Rose), I took it seriously. I made almost all A's, and that, along with my test scores, earned me enough in scholarship money that I could go on to college on my own.
By going to summer school and loading up on the hours, I finished junior college in a year and a half, and in January 1982, I moved to Starkville and enrolled at Mississippi State. I got a job at the college through work-study and plunged into university life.
I hadn't been there long when Rose called me and asked me to come see her that weekend, that she had something important to tell me.
I got to her house on a Friday afternoon, and I was appalled by her appearance. She'd lost weight and she looked exhausted. In a flash, I remembered that she'd seemed fatigued that Christmas. Somehow, I knew, but that didn't make it any easier to accept when she sat me down and gave me the bad news.
"Jack, I have leukemia," she said. "They're only giving me about six months. I'm so sorry."
I wanted to scream and curse God for once again taking away someone I loved. She knew it, and held up her hand to stop me.
"Really, it's all right," she said. "It's nobody's fault, least of all God's. You're not the same scared kid you were when your family died. You're a man now, and I expect you to act like one. Cry if you must, but don't be bitter. I'm more ready for this than you know. I'm looking forward to seeing my little girl again, and Mother. All I ask of you is that you make me proud. Help those in need, the way I helped you. Do it in my memory."
And that was it. Oh, I saw her pretty regularly as her health declined, and I did my best to buoy her spirits through the difficult days.
In the end, she didn't make it six months. Rose died in mid-May, not long after I finished my first semester at State. She'd just turned 40.
In spite of my promise to be a man at her death, I was still pretty inconsolable. I was standing over her casket at the wake, crying my eyes out when I sensed a presence next to me and I felt soft arms encircling my waist.
I looked over and was pleasantly surprised to see Kathleen Murphy standing there just holding me. We had been friendly over the years, as she would sometimes spend time at the motel helping out her dad, but I hadn't seen her in over a year, and she'd blossomed into a real beauty.
She was 17 now, and had soft red hair, lightly freckled skin and emerald green eyes that seemed to dance. She had also filled out quite a bit. She had grown to a couple of inches under six feet, but she had enough meat on her bones to make for some most enticing curves.
"I know how much you loved her, Jack," Kathleen said quietly. "But she's gone now. Please know that I'll be there for you if you need someone."
I looked over at her and smiled, and she smiled back.
Later, after the service, when everyone had gone back to Rose's place for lunch, she and I talked, really for the first time and I learned just what a smart, charming young woman she'd become.
She surprised me by saying that she was moving to Tupelo for her senior year of high school. There were two main reasons, she said. One was that she and her mother weren't getting along, and the second was that she was fed up with her high school.
Since her parents' divorce, Kathleen had been living in Jackson and attending a private academy, and she had grown tired of the ultra-preppy atmosphere there. She wanted to go to a real high school, she said, one with some diversity, something Tupelo High offered.
Kathleen moved in with her dad, went to work at the motel and set about getting her college future planned.
I soon found out there was a third reason why she wanted to move back to Tupelo. Seems she'd had a crush on me since the first time we'd met, that first Christmas at Rose's, and she wanted to be closer to me in hopes that I might reciprocate her feelings.
Smart girl. We started dating, and the friendship we'd always had quickly blossomed.
After graduating from high school, Kathleen enrolled at Ole Miss, where she studied a pre-med curriculum. At first, she wanted to be a doctor, but soon she changed her mind and decided to become a pharmacist.
We waited until after I finished at State, then in June 1984, we were married. I took a job as a salesman in Oxford while Kathleen finished college. We rented a small house, an old Tudor-style house right on the main drag that heads south from the courthouse square, and set about making a life for ourselves.
Kathleen earned her pharmacy license in December 1987, and we decided to move back to Tupelo.
Not long after Rose died, I was flabbergasted to learn that she had bequeathed her house to me, along with a trust fund worth about $10,000 that was to go for my college education. Since I had scholarship money paying for college and a job to pay the rent, I kept that money in the bank until I needed it.
I had rented out Rose's house while Kathleen and I were living in Oxford, but we moved back into the house when we returned. Kathleen got a job with a smallish, family-owned drug store and I found work as a salesman for a furniture store.
In 1990, Kathleen blessed me with a daughter, who we named Elizabeth Rose, then three years later we had our son, Jo Jo -- John Joseph, for his grandfathers.
At that point, we reluctantly moved out of Rose's old house and bought a larger home in a more suburban neighborhood. We still own the old house, however, and we rent it out to young families who are just starting out their lives together.
In 1998, the fellow Kathleen had been working for decided to retire, and offered to sell his drug store to us. I took the trust money Rose had left me, bought the store and we set ourselves up as a business.
And that's where we are today. Our little family-oriented pharmacy has a nice niche in the community, and it's been successful. I've also got some other real estate holdings, and we've become active in a church. In case you're wondering, it's not the First Baptist Church. We're Presbyterians.
I left my Jack Straw from Wichita persona behind when I started on the road to becoming a man, and I quickly found I didn't miss it. Rose had seen the real person that I was and could become, and I didn't need that disguise any longer.
^ ^ ^
"So you see, sweetheart," I said to Liz as I finished. "I learned to give to those in need, because you never know what that gift might produce. It's called paying it forward; taking the gift someone gives you and passing it on. That's the legacy your Aunt Rose left with me. I can't do anything but honor her memory by giving to those who need it."
"But Daddy, what if they just go buy drugs with the money you give them?" Liz asked.
"If they do, then so be it," I said. "A gift isn't worth giving unless it's unconditional. Once I give them whatever I can, then it's theirs to do with as they please. Maybe they'll buy drugs, maybe they're scamming, but maybe they are hungry and maybe they are cold and need shelter. God will know what the outcome is, whichever way it goes."
"I didn't know," Liz said as she burrowed into my side and I hugged her tight. "You are the best daddy I could have. I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, sugar plum," I said.
I thought about what I'd revealed to my daughter, and how she had accepted it.
There was the fact that I was a rebellious dopehead when I was her age. There was the fact that I'd been hungry, homeless and pennyless. And, finally, there was the fact that the woman who saved my life was a prostitute.
Of course, I didn't give her the juicy details of what went on that wonderful Christmas Eve when I learned how a man loves a woman. She can probably figure out for herself what went on in that bed of Rose's.
My wife was upstairs getting ready to shower, and I decided to join her. We talked a little about Rose and how my story impacted our daughter. I think Liz learned a valuable lesson about the true meaning of Christmas, and the real spirit of giving.
And I think she understood the love I'd had for Rose, which transferred easily to the woman who became my wife.
Kathleen knows that Rose was the first love of my life, but she also knows that she's become my soul mate in ways that even Rose couldn't be. She's become my life partner, someone I couldn't live without. And, of course, she's been the grateful beneficiary of the lovemaking skills I learned from Rose.
Rose Madison truly made a man of me, in every sense of the word. I'm convinced that she saved my life, because I was close to the end of my endurance at the life I was leading at the time. It was in that bed of Rose's that I shook off the shackles of my childhood and became a responsible adult.
As I headed to the bathroom to join my wife in the shower, I looked upward with glistening eyes and I blew a kiss to heaven.
"Merry Christmas, Rose," I whispered. |
Hotel Club Ch. 05 | 10,812 | 4.82 | 2,229,286 | [
"blowjobs",
"crossdressing",
"cum eating",
"cum play",
"panties",
"shemales"
] | I woke up from a fitful night's sleep. The slow, soft, wet and sloppy blowjob I had given Cindy did not improve my mood, not after the fight with my...wife? Ex-wife? I sat up in bed and rubbed my face hard. The increased blood flow felt good but did nothing to quell the rising anger.
I showered angry. Brushed my teeth angry. Dressed angry. Ate breakfast angry. And when I got to the office I was brimming with hostility, ready to lash out at anyone. The first person to see that morning was the boss, and she poked her head for a quick sit-rep. Wisely I did not lash out at her. I provided it but could not hold back the short, bitter tones in my voice.
She looked at me, noting the hostility. "What's gotten into you?" she demanded. "By your own admission you're only a good day's worth of work away from that bonus!"
I bowed my head and breathed steadily and slowly while counting to twenty. I lifted my head. "I had...it was a personal issue last night. Bleeding into today. Don't worry," I said holding my hand aloft indicating that I should finish because she looked all the world like she was going to interrupt, "it won't affect my work. I'll be done by 5PM today."
She gave me one of those long considered gazes. Rather than opening that can of worms she simply nodded and left. I stood and looked out the window, at my phone, out again, phone again, and then sat down. I gave a mighty sigh, and then started calling up software and files.
Thankfully I fell into the work quickly enough and worked steadily straight through until three PM. No breaks, no coffee, no food - I think that my barely-contained fury fueled my work. I finally handed over the keys to the project to the boss. She whipped through it quickly and then demanded that her staff start hammering on it. By five her staff had announced that it was working to specifications.
"Well, I suppose that you earned that bonus," the boss said. "Are you still in a sour mood?"
"Yes," I told her. "Not much is going to change that. Not when..." I inhaled deeply. "Not when you were told that you're going to come home to an empty house. God only knows what she's left me with."
"Oh," she said sounding immediately contrite. "I didn't mean to pry."
"No one does until the other person drops the TMI bomb on them." I held up my hands. "I don't know, what are you going to do."
"Well..." she said slowly, "with as hard as you worked, if it really all has gone to shit, let me know. If I can't find you work here, I'm sure that I could get you a bunch of leads on work."
"Thanks," I said with a rueful chuckle. "I might need to take you up on that." I shook my head. "I don't know what's next."
"Keep me in mind," she said. "A man of your talents would be in demand in this city."
Later, after packing and leaving, and finding myself sitting at the airport pondering a very uncertain future, I turned the phone over in my hands. Over and over, an obsessive motion. Should I, shouldn't I? Finally, after uttering a barked but quiet "ah fuck it" under my breath, I dialed Cindy's number. It rang but she did not pick up.
"So," I said with some hesitation, "it's Roger. I'm flying home. Thought I might catch you. Have fun." There was a pause, and in retrospect he wished his voice had not sounded so bitter. "Can't imagine how I'd see you again. Anyway. Bye." He hit end.
By the time I got home, it was nearly midnight local time. I pulled into the garage, and after cutting the car engine peered around. Nothing seemed out of place, but then again the garage had always been my domain. I pushed through the door entering the home through the mudroom, from which there was vantage point to the home's dining room. A dining room, I noted instantly, that was missing its table and chairs. "Fuck," I breathed softly as that leaden ball of anger and worry exploded. As I walked into the house all I saw were signs of a hasty exit.
Kitchen cabinets left open, the shelves bare. Well, there were two glasses left, both of which were from some beer garden I'd bought them from long ago. The fridge was completely empty, as was the freezer. The sofa, gone. The television, gone, only the cable wires left dangling uselessly from the wall. The floor lamps, gone. I trudged up the steps into their master bedroom. Slowly: "Of fucking course she'd take the bed." My clothes were piled into a great heap in the corner, covered by coat hangers tossed every which way. The only piece of furniture left in the room was my rocker, a hand me down from my grandfather.
The closets, bare, looked huge. When they were filled with our clothing, the battles over space were constant. I moved into the spare bedroom. She'd left the bed in there, but - naturally - had pulled all the covers and sheets leaving a bare metal frame supporting a bare mattress. Having no other option, I flopped down on it and stared abjectly at the ceiling, my mind going and not going. I stayed there deep into the night until pure exhaustion took me. Sleep was thin and poor.
Rising from sleep to wakefulness the next morning began with confusion. Then as recollection returned, anger. I paced, his steps thumping along bare floors. I had forgotten where I put my mobile phone the night before and furiously wondered how in the fuck one could lose one's cell phone in an empty fucking house? Finally I found it and opened it. One new text message.
Cindy: Call me anytime, Roger.
Yet in the chaotic months following I forgot all about that message. And the illicit shemale sex, the domination and the pleasure of submitting to it. I forgot all of that. Instead I chose obsession over other things, like "winning" the divorce. Once I got it through my thick skull that it was not winnable I opted for a different manner of attack. I got into shape. I rationalized that nothing would irritate her more than showing up at the final settlement conference sporting a body of a twenty-something, especially after all the years she had nagged me about my weight and health. Plus she had gotten fat so this was going to be icing on the cake.
I entered that final meeting wearing skin-tight clothing showing off a flat stomach and broad chest. I saw the shock in her eyes, but only for a fleeting second. She matched my cold expression with one of her own. But still, that second of bared emotion was enough for me. I had won, and we both knew it.
That night I went to a local neighborhood bar that had served as my unofficial therapy site. The regulars, who now knew me, bought me a shot to celebrate my freedom. Another regular, a younger twenty-something gal, used that night to transition from giving me the expressive eyes to making her move. She was neither good-looking nor bad-looking, and so far I'd avoided conversing with her. It had nothing to do with the marital situation; after all, I'd fucked Cindy while still being married. It has more to do with wanting to be careful, and when I realized that she was practically offering herself to me, my concern grew deeper.
Yet that night came when I finally agreed that taking her home was a good idea. She damn near ripped my shirt pulling me into her apartment, into her embrace and into her kiss. But even that felt a little desperate to me. Later, as I gazed down at her naked back and wide, white butt, looking at my erection sliding into her wet sex, I had a vision of Cindy. This first true sexual activity with another woman did not bring to mind visions of erotic pleasures with women, but erotic pleasures with a woman sporting a bigger cock than mine. The resulting brain cramp left me unable to achieve a climax.
Both parties left that tryst disappointed but for very different reasons. In that aftermath I began reviewing my life. What the hell was keeping me here? Nothing. Yet it took two more weeks of "careful deliberation" before I admitted the decision to myself that I'd make in about two seconds: time to go to San Fran.
About a month later, I paused for a moment before slamming the rolling door shut on the box truck rented to move me across the country. The amount of belongings felt meager, yet I felt a certain lightness in knowing how little I had to move. The destination, a cramped and older apartment in the city was barely affordable given my new job, but despite it's seediness had a certain charm to it. And it was close to work, and my old boss Amanda had assisted me landing that job. My last act in my old home was to call and have flowers sent to her.
Yet once in San Fran, I found myself immersed in this new challenging job and once more lost track of time. My life became a series of routines - waking, showering, riding a bike to work, working through lunch, a ride to the gym for a nightly workout, a stop at a local grocer on the way home to get that evening's meal, and then to cook, consume, clean and fall exhausted into bed. Six months passed, and even though I was in the same city as my long-ago shemale lover I'd not thought of her.
Until a meeting brought me to the tall office building across the street from that hotel. The hotel where I'd met her. And been introduced to her life. This being a Wednesday and happy hour was just beginning, and with a dull ache permeating my body telling me that I was working out too much I decided a night off from the gym was in order. I paused, looking at the hotel, wondering whether I should text her back. But I knew the bar, and the club in the bar. I walked in and looked around, and since I did not see her I found a stool at the bar and ordered a drink.
As conversations bubbled noisily around me I took solace in revisiting the memories of that strange week. I also found that for the first time since being in San Fran that my cock was alert and awake. Between fond memories of exotic sex questions bubbled up - would she remember me? Would she want me if she did? Would she be angry at me for never calling? Then some hot little image would blot out such worries, and my penis would stir to life in my khaki pants.
I waited. Then waited some more. Just when I was done waiting, I thought why not wait longer? But before long the inevitable conclusion was reached - she was not coming. I took my phone from my pocket, turning it over in my hands. I would look at the text call me anytime, Roger and wondered what had stopped me? Finally, having no other recourse, I paid the tab, jammed the phone in my pocket and rose to leave, my shoulders slumped in disappointment.
"Oh my god. Roger!"
My head, having been down, locked onto those heels and hosed feet. My eyes rose swiftly up long legs to the sturdy hips that supported that lovely cock. Her wasping waist leading up to the expanse of her breasts. Then to her pretty face and smoking eyes - whether glinting in pleasure or anger I knew not.
"Hello Cindy. Been a long time."
"You're right. It has. You never called me," she pointed out.
"I know. I'm sorry," I said properly admonished.
She made a pointed look at my left hand. "No ring," she commented.
I agreed with her. "Divorced about seven months now."
"Happier?"
"I suppose. I've been too busy to worry," I explained.
"I see. I missed you," she said quietly. It was how she said it, leaning forward a little, suggesting that her words were for me alone.
"I missed you too. I came out here...as much because of my memory of you as wanting to escape...my old life," I admitted.
"A memory of me?" she asked, smiling and flattered.
"Yes. It was the first time I was with a woman - a woman I probably should not have agreed to go to bed with - but instead of seeing her, feeling her...I was seeing...and feeling you," I said.
"Hmmmm." Her pose suggested that she was angered or holding some distance, but the twinkle in her eyes conveyed a different message. "How did that realization make you feel?"
I chuckled, the tone a mix of rueful and bitter. "Well, two, three weeks later I was on the road here," I informed her. "So I suppose," I continued in a brighter tone, "that it was sufficiently pleasant and powerful to entice me to return."
Her smile returned, wide and sunny. "Well, isn't that interesting!" She patted my arm lightly, and just that non-sensual touch resulted in a lightning shiver ripping from the base of my spine up to my head. "I feel...flattered," she said. Her fingers lingered on my forearm, and she took a moment to study him. "You've lost weight," she decided.
"A lot of gym time," I agreed, "and a better diet."
"Oh yeah. That'll do it." She paused, once more giving me a thorough up-and-down. "You look really good, Roger."
"Thank you, Cindy. You've not changed a bit."
She grinned. "You think?" She executed a slow turn, and my eyes locked onto the curves of her body.
"Yes, I think," I agreed, smiling.
"Well, I think you've earned a trip to the club with me, dear!" she grinned. She patted my elbow, which I had wisely offered. After hooking her arm into the crook, we walked into the club, protected by the same huge Hispanic man who gave us both the same disinterested grunt as we passed.
Once inside, Cindy guided me to a spot near the back. She patted my arm. "I want to have some fun with you Roger," she informed me mixing her prim tone of voice with a wolfish grin.
I smiled back. Already my cock was stirring - no. Already it was hard. Soon it would be raging. "Please do."
"Well then," she said, sliding one foot forward, angling her foot so that the heel lifted off the floor and her toes pointed down, her leg bared and tensed, "kneel and beg my forgiveness for failing to call me!"
I dared shoot a big grin at her, if only for a second or two. "Yes, Mistress," I said and got down. Pressing my lips to her heeled feet did not bother me; in fact, it deepened my sense of anticipation. Having been in the club before I knew that others were going through similar circumstances.
She made me worship her feet for a few minutes before hauling me up. I was made to strip naked and then don a pair of satin bright pink panties. I mean bright pink - nearly fluorescent in hue. I was already hugely erect so sliding those panties on my legs did not improve my erection but ensured it remained huge.
Her hands on my shoulders, she pressed down and I sank to my knees. Now that she had me wearing the feminine attire, she withdrew her shemale cock. It was thick, full and looked delicious. I looked up at her; she gazed down, smirking.
"Please, Mistress, may I suck your cock?"
She smiled widely. "Before you do," she said handing something to me, "wear this." I took it - emblazoned across the front in all caps, pink letters was the word SLUT. And when it went over my eyes, I was unable to see.
"Now you can worship me." Her voice, a soft, throaty whisper, spoken in a volume that only I could hear.
I lifted both hands, and found her bare thighs. The heat of her skin transmitted, the smooth silky texture, and even the little tremor in the muscles were all detected. The girth of the thighs were impressive, and my hands slid upward slowly and naturally.
Sounds assaulted me. The sounds of pleasure, of soft gasps, low moans, guttural growls. Slapping noises in rhythm. Soft whimpers, pleas - words of distress but tones of need. A soft thumping beat, music pumped into the club.
Aromas were next. Cindy, her body, her scent. Musky and deep, and enticing all at once. Never had a smell similar to it. An earthier scent, leather, perhaps.
But touch, back to touch, my head bending backward, hands sliding up as the trembles increased. The sound of her breathing quickening. My hands finally touched her, touched her glorious shemale cock. The organ throbbed like any man's except it was not on any man's body. One hand, sliding and encircling the base of her cock, testing its steely hardness, savoring the supple texture of the skin. The other hand, sliding around to cup her firm, strong ass. Smooth skin over rippling muscle. My head, tipped back, my tongue out, flattened back down to press to my chin.
Touch. Contact. Searing heat, smooth texture, velvet smoothness over the erect flesh underneath. Her sharp inhale, deep, instant and reactive. "Oh yeah right there," she cooed softly. My tongue found that spot, and circled it, teased it. Tip of the tongue, flicking the little spot of her shecock. Flicking circling teasing preparing. Using my hand, pulling the cock down, and my lips pressing to the head. My body shaking, once, another bolt of lightning dancing along my spine. My jaw opens, and the hot thick invader filled my mouth. So thick, hard, delicious. My tongue flinding the head and circling it, slowly, feeling now Cindy's hands fall to my shoulder, her fingers squeezing.
My hand stroking her, my mouth sucking her. My tongue soaking the cock, and my head began to move, to bob. Down, down...slowly, the tongue stuck under the shaft, until I could go no deeper. Clasping the lips around the shaft, sucking hard, moaning deeply. The vibrations pleasing us both. Then, a release, as slow as the descent, leaving in its wake a wet, slick pole of flesh. My hand, at the base, rose and slid now more easily over the shaft, and I stroked.
Slowly, in my mind. `One Mississippi...two Mississippi...three Mississippi..." The head of her organ never leaving my mouth, the hot wet tongue pressing into the tiny hole. Dimly I felt her squeeze on my shoulders, thinking it was involuntary. An idle, random thought - am I a slave to her cock, or is she a slave to my pleasure? Does it matter? Stroking, faster now. Wanting her.
Opening, pulling back. "I want you cum!" I moaned.
"You're gonna get it," she replied just as urgently. I moaned, and engulfed the head again. My hand, tight over the thick tool, stroking stroking stroking. Her breathing, fast and hard. Soft "oh fucks, oh fuck Roger, oh fuck such a good cocksucker!" Her words that should have been demeaning turning me on more. My own cock, throbbing with a hardness beyond measure, yet in a way forgotten. My entire focus, mind, soul, being - focused on her shecock. On pleasuring her. On drawing out that thick orgasm.
"Oh baby here it cums, Roger, you're gonna make me cum, baby get ready oh oh oh baby!" Her last word trailed off. My stroking, hard, fast, detected it first. The way the balls seemed to swell for a second, just a second. Her body, tense, rising in tension, suddenly relaxing, and with it a great grunt.
The hot, sticky cum filled my mouth suddenly, its force shooting down my throat. There was no time to gag because the second pump refilled it. Greedily I swallowed, searing sticky slippery delicious cum slipping down my throat into my belly. Heating it. More of it, I needed more. Moaning on the shaft as it shot, and shot. Each time filling my mouth with the texture of her cum. Each time swallowed wildly with haste and pure need.
Finally, a relenting of the orgasm. Cindy, thrusting me away, her body sagging, her voice soft. "Oh god you're amazing," she said softly. To reply I ran my tongue over my lips, smiling, the taste of cum strong. Overwhelming. Not bad. Not wonderful. But not bad either.
"That was quite a show." This voice, soft, musical, feminine. My ears perked up instantly. I knew that voice. Didn't I? "Turned me on."
"Roger darling?"
"Yes Cindy?" I asked.
"Fancy another big load of cum?"
I gulped. "Yes. Yes please," I added.
A pause. No sound. Were there whispers? I did not know. Then, a step, and a hand, atop my head. This hand, smaller, narrower, more feminine. My hands rose, finding thin thighs yet still supple, still silky. A hand to her ass, narrowed her hips, flatter backside. Yet I could tell - fit, pretty, delectable.
"Are you going to ask me?" this unknown feminine wonder asked me.
"May I...may I suck your cock?" I asked softly.
"Yes, baby," came the soft, gentle reply. She guided it to me. Oh god, it was smaller. Narrower. Shorter. But I could fit it all in my mouth, all of it, and my nose was suddenly buried against warm flesh. Her hands gripped the back of my head, trapping and holding me. I had to yank back, hard, and released her with huge gasps. Then, the moment I was recovered, her hands, on my head, roughly pushing me onto her cock.
Then, her hands, gripping my head, her hips moving. Thrusting. Fucking. Taking. My mouth, opened wide, tongue flicking around, jaw beginning to ache. Hands, tight, hard, holding me. Oh god. She face fucked me hard, then fast, then faster. Her balls bounced off of my chin with a soft slap.
"I'm gonna cum you cocksucker!" she moaned. "You gonna eat it all? Hmmm? Cum eater want a meal?"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" was about the only reply possible given her rough thrusting.
A grunt. A moan. A shudder. Her hips suddenly went still, and as before my mouth was bathed in a flood of cum. Slippery and slick, hot and delicious, it filled and I drank. Like a tap, I sucked from it, sucking and gulping and savoring it as it slid down, still hot, joining the first load I'd swallowed. This cum, tasting different, slightly sweet, delicious. Pineapple, I thought randomly. Sucking until a squeal, then a rough shove onto the floor.
"Remain there, Roger," Cindy's voice commanded. Not booming, still soft, but strong nonetheless. So I laid on the floor, sensation and texture and sound and taste filling me. The way my stomach felt, thick with semen. The throat, hot and slippery. The mouth, filled with taste, and saliva filling it now, forcing swallows. Around the club, climaxes being reached all around me. Men, women, who knows. The sounds of grunts and cries, loud "I'm cummings!" from points near and far.
"On your knees, Roger," Cindy said. There was a pause while she got on her knees. Then, both of her hands fell on my shoulders, she standing behind me. A hand moved, and then the blindfold was whipped off. I saw my second lover walking away, thin, rather petite. She did not turn.
I looked up and back, while Cindy smiled down. "How do you feel?"
"Wonderful," I assured her.
"Just wait." She pulled me standing, and then took a seat, and our roles were reversed. I was lost in sensation, waves of pleasure that were nearly assaulting in their power. Her mouth was perfect, her skill perfection. After two loads, my cock was at its straining point. The eruption did not wait long, and my volume easily matched hers.
Cindy, an old pro at sucking cock, did not miss a drop. Once I was done, she stood and smiled, her hands going to the back of my neck, pulling me in and dropping a goodish amount of my own cum into my mouth. We passed it back and forth, and then both swallowed. Both smiled. We dressed, and left the clubs our hands clasped together. Outside, as our respective Ubers arrived, she pulled me into a kiss.
"Apology accepted," she smiled at me. "See you soon."
"Indeed."
It turned out that my wait was not long at all. In fact by the time I got to my apartment she had texted me. My place, Friday night, 6PM? It did not take me much time to confirm. That night I slept better than I had for some time. There was a mental calmness matching the lingering physical and emotional satisfaction from the moment. Whether it made me "gay" did not bother me one bit. What mattered was that I enjoyed it, enjoyed her, and found it erotic and satisfying. Labels be damned.
So on Friday night, around five minutes to six, the car dropped me off on one of San Fran's famously steeply-hilled streets in front of a home that was easily worth seven figures given the city's inflated real estate prices. I was clad as I had been for work - khakis, a decent shirt, a sport coat. My employer thought it was funny that I often wore sport coats to work but I liked the image it projected. I walked up and knocked, and a moment later Cindy opened the door.
"Roger!" she cried as she pulled me into a big embrace. "How nice of you to make it!" she said. She pulled me inside and closed the door behind me. Once closed, she pressed me against the door and leaned in for a long, thorough kiss that left me gasping for air and erect. "I have a surprise for you," she smiled at me, breaking the kiss, panting her own self.
"Oh? And what might that be?"
She smiled, soft, sexy, sly all at once. "Well, there's an entrance requirement tonight," she said.
"Which is...?" I asked quietly.
She wore a dress, which she lifted up to reveal very enticing stockings. "Going up these steps," she said turning her torso to point at the steps leading up, "requires you to be wearing panties and stockings. Luckily for you, I have just a set picked out."
I could not stop from grinning. "Okay anything else?"
"That's not enough?" she giggled. "You want more?"
"No, it's enough, just making sure," I laughed easily. Already my shoes were off, and socks folded and put neatly inside. My pants and boxers went off next, and Cindy had a bag ready. She handed me a pair of pale pink panties, small, and they slid easily up my legs. My erection had to be tucked into the delicate fabric, an effect I'm certain Cindy was after. Then, the stockings with matching garter, white. Those went on, soft and sexy and sleek, and I felt my cock ooze precum just from sliding them on. She checked a few things, and then peeled me out of my top. She studied me, bare chested, pantied, stockinged, and assumed a satisfied expression.
"Now you can come in," she said. She took her hand into mine, and guided me up her steps. I looked at her ass, big and thick, swaying back and forth. It was fetching; I was fetched.
"Well, look at you." This, an unfamiliar voice - yet familiar. My eyes zoomed in on the woman, sitting primly on a chair with her legs crossed. I gaped, gasped and goggled as I realized that I knew her...and those times in the club where I had thought I knew that voice...I knew the voice too. It was Amanda - the woman who had originally hired me way back when, the first time I met Cindy.
"This...this is a surprise," I said.
"Not for me," she said her eyes crawling over my form. She smiled. "You look good wearing that. Does it turn you on, wearing sexy women's clothing?" she inquired sweetly. She stood, and I'll be damned if there wasn't a tell-tale bulge at the front of her skirt. Cindy, standing beside me, casually draped an arm over my shoulder keeping me in one place.
"Yes...it does," I admitted. Amanda's smaller, lithe form was fetching in a way that Cindy's was not - more traditionally feminine without the exaggeration of her physique. Her face was a little prettier than Cindy's. I found it odd that I had worked for this woman and had not an inkling of her form.
"Do I turn you on?" she asked me. As she came closer, Cindy slid behind him. A moment later, I found myself in the most delicious sandwich ever - Cindy at my back, Amanda at my front. I felt Amanda's cock pressing against my leg and Cindy's at my ass, and mine throbbing tucked into the panties. This, I knew, was going to be a long and simply astonishing night of exotic erotic pleasures.
"Yes," I whispered.
Her hands, smaller and more delicate than Cindy's pressed between us to test the hardness of my cock. She smiled, close to me. "I'm glad I can show you the real me," she said.
"I'm glad too," I said.
"Let's go on the couch," Cindy suggested in a bit of a huskier voice. Her hands were sliding all over my body, leaving my skin warmed with each pass of her fingers.
"Yes," Amanda crooned, her hand sliding down to press the palm against my rigid panty-trapped cock, "let's sit." So with Amanda leading, her hand on my cock, and Cindy following, pulling her hand back to make me feel hers, I was guided to the couch. Both shemales pushed me, and I fell back into the couch, gazing up at them.
"This one's not a sissy," Amanda opened. Her legs were crossed at her ankles, all the weight on one foot. Arms crossed under her breasts, her right hand extended upward making it possible for her to tap her index finger against her lips.
"No, he's not, but he loves being dressed," Cindy said. "I mean, look how hard he is!" she said, pointing.
To my credit, I did not blush - much. A little.
"It's probably the silky feelings he adores. Like how legs encased in pantyhose feel while sliding around," she said softly until her voice trailing off ended in a whisper.
"I think it makes him feel submissive," Cindy opined matching Amanda's barely-there whisper. "It makes him want to satisfy..." and Cindy began rubbing her hardness through her clothing, "...our magnificent shecocks."
Amanda nodded. "I know that mine could certainly use some attention." Her smile lit up her face, adding a predatory touch to her gorgeous features.
"I need a lot of attention myself," Cindy agreed.
Wordlessly, the two shemales sat on the couch. Cindy arranged herself so that her back was resting against the arm of the couch. Amanda, opposite of her, sat more primly, her legs crossed. Yet both shemales were close enough to touch me, and it was Cindy who walked her fingers slowly up my arm until those same fingers danced lightly on the bare skin of my shoulder.
Her light touch encouraged me to lean into her, and I soon found myself in a tangle of her body. She slipped and slid, until she was sideways on the couch, her back supported fully by the arm of the couch. Her left leg was on the floor, the right leaning against the back of the couch, and her fingers upon my head holding me at her breast. She had slipped her breast from the bra, and my tongue was nursing her nipple slowly. Amanda kept tapping my hips and my legs, until I was on all fours. From the movement of the cushions I knew that she was behind me somewhere.
Then I felt her hands upon my pantied ass. "He has such a nice ass, Cindy," Amanda said. Her hands roamed slowly over the flesh, and the tactile sensation of her fingers pressing the soft panty material against my ass made my lower body flex involuntarily. "Oooh," Amanda crooned next, "and he likes this too!"
"I'm sure that he does," Cindy said. Her hands now roamed through my hair, intimate and pleasurable at once. She did not grab a handful of hair but her fingers ran through it steadily, and enough pressure was applied that I knew I was to begin kissing my way down her body. Her hips shifted a little too.
Amanda removed both hands as my mouth neared Cindy's erection. I saw, from the corner of my eye, Cindy's hand move to grip the base of her shecock. She held it, and it poked into the soft flesh under my chin. There was a little motion by Cindy, and a more substantial one behind me.
\*smack\* Amanda's hand delivered a sharp smack to my bottom, enough that I yelped in surprise. "I think," Amanda said coolly, "that he liked that."
"I think so too," Cindy agreed. "But you'd better make sure."
"Good idea." \*smack\* Again, I yipped a little. The sharp stinging pain subsided quickly, leaving a trace of a crawling sensation in its wake.
"Awww, did that hurt?" Amanda asked, her tone rather snarky, from behind me.
"No," I said softly, as Cindy's big shecock kept poking against my chin.
\*smack\* \*smack\* Amanda, predictably, giggled. "And now?"
"That hurt a little more."
"You know what will really hurt, Roger?" Amanda said as she began to rub her hands over my backside again.
"What's that Amanda?" I asked.
"If you hurt Cindy's cock when I'm spanking you," she informed me tartly. With that Cindy pulled a little on my head, tilting my head back, and pulled my opened mouth onto her shaft. Just as my lips wrapped around her heated shaft, Amanda rained blows on my ass. The smacking was never all that hard, but in the same place repeatedly. My moans, coupling the taste and sensation of Cindy's big shecock invading my mouth with the spanking became louder and wilder.
"That's it suck her cock," Amanda moaned. Cindy was moaning and seemed incapable of speech at the moment. "You like this don't you? Being called a cocksucker?"
"MmmmmHHHHmmmmm!" I managed to reply without taking my mouth from her shaft. My tongue danced along the length of her gorgeous cock, taking it all in.
"Told you he likes it!" Amanda laughed. She gave my ass a couple more light smacks. I concentrated on keeping my teeth of the thick shecock. My head bobbed up and down, and then harder as Cindy's hands began moving my head.
"Faster, slut," Cindy moaned. "Suck me, suck my shecock!" she moaned.
Did she know how hearing those words, and Amanda's, with a cock in my mouth drove me? How it did not repulse me, but rather deepen my pleasure? I suspect she did after I moaned rather whorishly over the cock and continued to slobber all over it. My head rose and dove, the heated flesh filling my mouth and pushing into my throat. My tongue slathered all over the shaft, and somewhere in the back of my mind I again marveled at the feeling of her cock, how the skin was soft and silken yet the shaft so hard and rigid. I barely felt it when Amanda tugged my panties down and with one hand spanked my now-bare ass, and with her other gave my own turgid erection at stroke.
My speech "oh god" came out decidedly muffled as Cindy's organ was still essentially gagging me. I felt Amanda's finger swirl around my exposed anus, and I shuddered and moaned over the cock again. Her finger pressed against the opening, and she wiggled it to slide it inside. I was lost in pleasure.
She fingerfucked my ass slowly, and carefully, adding lots of lube, for a while. The entire time Cindy's hands were on my head not letting me up, but I could tell from the way she patted my head that she wanted me to slow. So I released the vacuum hold I had on her member, and gasped myself several times with only the head in my mouth. I focused on the head, slow laps with my tongue, tasting precum and moaning as I licked it up.
"I need him," Amanda said in a throaty tone. She moved, and then I felt a thick, hard pressure applied to my anus. I wiggled and pushed back, and Amanda's shecock slipped inside. I was now filled, mouth and ass, with cock, and never had I felt such a surge of pure need. My cock throbbed hard enough I wondered whether the combo suck/fuck would bring me off without either of them touching me.
Amanda's thrusts picked up speed quickly enough. I was treated to the sensation of her heavy, hot balls slapping noisily against my ass, made more noisy from the copious lube necessary. Cindy's hands were roving all over my head, encouraging me to keep sucking just the head.
"Flip this bitch on her back," Amanda said breathlessly, pulling out noisily. Cindy moved, and I found myself on my back, splaying my legs widely and submissively to Amanda. I watched as Amanda nestled herself between my legs, and eased her shecock into my ass once more. I flopped back, moaning, and then Cindy jumped atop me. She lowered her ass to my mouth, and I was suddenly licking her wildly.
"What a slut!" Amanda laughed.
"Likes licking ass, too," Cindy breathed softly. Cindy was moving rhythmically, and her balls would occasionally hit my chin. But I was too busy licking and being fucked to worry about it much.
"I'm ready to cum," Cindy moaned.
"Me too," Amanda's moan made her sound close. Suddenly, the thick, driving cock in my ass was removed, and I felt it be laid against mine. Amanda's hands began moving up and down, and the cock to cock feeling, her hand, and the ass atop me nearly made me scream.
"Oh god," I panted from under Cindy's taint. "I'm about to cum!" I moaned.
"Me too, fucking cum Roger!" Cindy moaned. Her body was moving faster and her breathing coming shallow.
"Oh FUCK!" Amanda burst, and I was treated to the unique sensation of a cock erupting its seed. It seemed to pulse, to gain size, and then deflate quickly, all over and over. I felt the gobs of semen begin striking my body, on my chest and belly, and Cindy's guttural cry announced her orgasm. It was all too much, and my cock began erupting, sending the third cock spewing cum onto my belly. My body stiffened and I held that pose for a while, twenty seconds maybe, before the inevitable took hold. We all three collapsed, and Cindy fell back, adjusting herself quickly to pull my head resting against her thigh. Amanda returned to a kneeling position.
I looked down. My belly and chest was covered in large hot gobs of semen. Everywhere. I gaped at the sight.
"Mmmm you know what's missing?" Amanda's hand moved, her index finger passing through a particularly large gob of cum, and in the same smooth motion dropped that cum onto my lips. "Him eating it up," she laughed.
"Feed it to him," Cindy laughed. "He'll eat it all - his, mine, yours!"
"What a great idea Cindy!" Amanda chuckled. So slowly Amanda cleaned me up - at least to the point where the biggest droplets were pulled up and dropped into my mouth. Each taste left me shuddering, and finally after it was all eaten, my belly warmed and rather full of semen, Amanda finally fell back, relaxing.
Spent, the three of us laid rather languidly on that couch, a tangle of sweaty bodies. I looked back up at Cindy, who noted my movement and tilted her head to catch my eye. She remained wordless, but winked at me, and smiled. I returned both gestures.
I'm not sure how long we laid there. Fifteen minutes perhaps, or more, when I felt Cindy's organ suddenly stir to life next to me.
"Oh dear," Cindy said.
"What's wrong" Amanda asked immediately.
"Seems I'm not done yet."
"Oh!" Amanda giggled. Then looked down, and her hands moved to her cock. She slid her hand up and down, and soon announced that she wasn't done either. At the sight of the two shemale cocks rising, my own rushed back to life.
"I want this bitch hard," Amanda said, almost seething as she knelt up again. She swatted my inner thigh. "Get on your knees," she demanded.
I was up and on my knees, and CIndy's hands were ready to pull me down and impale me on her once-more erect shecock.
"Don't let him off your cock until I cum in this little asshole of his!" Amanda said. She slapped my ass hard several times, and pummeled my ass with heavy thrusts. As before I felt her balls hitting me hard, her cock pounding me, and her hands dug painfully into my hips as she leveraged my body to slam hers harder into me. I was gasping from the onslaught and from the lack of air because Cindy's huge meat filled my mouth.
Soon Cindy was up on her knees, and I was treated to a front-and-back fuck. It was slamming me, over and over. No thought. Lost. Fucked. Oh god. Fucked. Hard. Hot. So good. Thrusts and slams. Slaps. Hair pulling. Owwwww! Slurping sucking noisy. Distantly I heard them calling me a slut and cocksucker and whore.
Amanda's announcement of her orgasm came with a primal scream. Both hands dugs hard into into my hips that I wailed in pain - only to find that doing so opened my throat more and Cindy took advantage. Just then Cindy's cock blasted cum straight down my throat into my stomach and I did not think such a huge load was even possible. Amanda's cock began filling my ass and I felt the slippery heat driven high up inside me. Throat, ass, and suddenly my cock let go and I splattered my own semen straight down onto the couch.
My legs gave out and I just sank into the couch. Neither shemale could hold me up. I had no words; all I could do was pant.
"Oh god are you okay?" Cindy moved, her cock still dripping cum from the tip, as she moved to caress my face.
My eyes were half-lidded and thoughts lazily came to my skull. "Yeth," I slurred. I had heard the word cock-drunk tossed around loosely before. "So good."
Amanda I think chuckled. Or was it Cindy? Or did I imagine it. I felt a light patting of my ass, and then I felt a trickle of cum oozing out and sliding down my legs. I did not care. Nothing mattered at that moment - all I felt was pure, unadulterated bliss.
The two shemales nudged me around on the couch until I was being held up between the two of them. They both rested their heads on my shoulders. We sat there like that for a long, long time. |
Fourth Slave | 31,710 | 4.53 | 577,094 | [
"transvestite",
"slavery",
"cross dressing",
"anal sex",
"oral sex",
"feminisation",
"latex"
] | I had been to this particular establishment before. I knew very well what they did and the women here were nearly all abducted. I knew that. What had brought me here today or rather on this night, was the loss of my slave. I had sold her when I got bored with her. I had a particular taste in women that required them to be both submissive and very slight in build. This last one who I had named Samantha, was both in spades. Slender and almost titless, she had kept me enthralled for nearly two years with a diet of sexual submission, a taste for abject humiliation and a way of winkling out and satisfying my deepest sexual desires.
Samantha had even once got me cross dressing and had even indulged my taste for WAM. I still remember the session we had, both in lingerie with two dozen raw eggs smeared all over us. As always though, the first session was the best and repeats were not as good. I could sense towards the end that she was struggling to keep my interest and she was not terribly good as a maid or housekeeper.
Anyway, I put her up for auction one night and she fetched a good enough price. I last saw her being fucked by two men neither of whom were her purchaser so it looked as though she was off to a life as a sex slave. She would probably enjoy that although she certainly didn't have sex with anyone else while I owned her. I would have known and I kept her padlocked up and sometimes caged when I was not there, just to make sure. Like most slaves, she was a bit inclined to go with the flow. I obviously knew nothing of her previous life before me and cared even less. She appealed to me as a sex slave and she talked her way into my life from a Slaveria interview when she had been all over me in a sexual way, dressed in a see through nightie and peignoir.
I suppose I should explain. This establishment was called Slaveria and specialised in displaying women and very rarely, men for buyers to take on board as slaves. These slaves could be used purely for domestic duties or for sex or both. They had no choice. Most of them were abducted after due research. They had to be alone with no close family, down on their luck and not likely to be missed. They didn't have to be pretty, very few were, but they did have to be in goodish shape and still making an effort. There were some volunteers among them but you didn't normally know which were abducted and which weren't. The research was that comprehensive that the abduction was almost saving them from a fate that was unacceptable to them and worse than what they were going through in Slaveria.
All responsibility for rent, bills, food and making a living were taken away from them and for the first week or so they were very pampered and looked after. All will tell you that, once the shock of the change had worn off and the pampering made them feel wanted and very aware of themselves, they tended to allow it to happen to them. What was on offer was a life without responsibility in return for devotion to a Master or Mistress who would treat them as a valuable asset that could make them money. They all signed a contarct agreeing to these terms so they were not really illegal. I don't know what would happen if the slave refused to sign or was insistent that they would no allow the sale to proceed.
Slaveria sold all its slaves to clients such as me. Each slave came at a price that seemed based on the time they had been there. The longer they had been there, the more they cost up to a peak and after that, the price would decline. Nobody knew what happened to those that didn't sell and the shelf life was about one month and based on activity with buyer interest and / or interviews. The slaves knew about this but had little idea of time passing.
Each slave could use whatever charms they had to attract buyer's interest and most succeeded in having some sort of gimmick that they used to attract the buyers. Obviously, they had to socialise at mealtimes so they became aware of how the system worked from earlier inductees and within a week newbies could see people disappearing either to a buyer or to Lord knows where. They just knew that they had a finite life with Slaveria. This focussed them enormously and most of them started researching all the ways that they could attract a buyer. Slaveria helped them in this by allowing them to have counselling on how best to present themselves and Slaveria would ensure that all the slaves were regularly updated on what was hot and selling. Those close to their shelf life were obviously given first choice of the hottest sales technique and replacing those who had been sold using such techniques.
Thus Slaveria controlled to a great extent what the slaves were offering to the buyers. Slaveria charged fixed prices which were not aimed purely at the rich and they did ( and still do ) have a strict entry system for buyers to make sure that they understood that they were now responsible for another human being. They don't offer trade ins so if the slave proves unsatisfactory then they are either released ( very rare ) or sold at auction and the buyer returns to Slaveria. I suppose it is possible that slaves could be killed by owners by a combination of abuse and neglect but such a reputation would disbar you from buying again anywhere so was not advised.
I myself was a respected buyer with Slaveria and had purchased three slaves over a ten year period and sold all three at auction. Slaveria did check all this and had to be convinced that you had done just that and not just killed them. The system seemed to work quite well but had its ups and downs and peaks and troughs.
At any one time, Slaveria had a maximum of ten slaves for sale. When I arrived that night I was told they had seven in stock and two of those were Transvestites. I had bought a TV once and she was a good slave but the sex had never gelled for either of us and I sold her on after six months.
So with Samantha at two years and the TV at 6 months you can see that to make ten years, one of the slaves lasted seven and a half years. This was Doreen who was so competent in the household department that the sex just got forgotten. It was almost like being married except that she always put in an effort to make sure I was looked after, meeting me at the door, taking my coat and boots, running a shower for me, making sure that I was warm, fed and comfy. She was always demurely dressed but always wore suspenders, stockings and good underwear. If I wanted sex, she was there but to be honest I just liked having her around as she looked after me so well. The sex was pretty average anyway and me being over 60 now, the sex had become less important.
Doreen had looked after my visitors so well that eventually, one of them asked if I would sell her. The price he offered was so high that I couldn't really turn it down so Doreen went off to her new owner and seems quite happy when I visit. I only invested a part of what I got for Doreen in Samantha but that paid off in raunchy sex. What I really needed was a mixture of Doreen and Samantha but I was getting to the point where I truly believed that this was not possible. I still went to Slaveria that night though. It is strange how even now after all these years of unrestricted sex, when you have it on tap you get bored with it but take the opportunity away and the sap rises again even when older.
Slaveria has ten booths that are like a small room and each and every occupant had a chance to display what she wanted to show you. I am fairly sure that Slaveria told each girl which buyers were expected and what they liked but in this case I had arrived almost unannounced and only been let in due to my long standing good reputation. All three of my slaves had spoken highly of me when asked. As I say, only seven rooms were in use and two transvestites so for me as I spoke, only five to look at.
The booths are all along a corridor and each booth is glass fronted with a door into it. Each occupant had another access door at the back and I now knew that both the dormitory and the eating area were communal. The occupants were all expected to be in the display room for most of the night when most of the business was transacted. They could sleep and attend to other needs during the day and anything they needed such as cosmetics or clothing were brought in for them or ordered on the Internet.
All of the slaves were quickly attuned to what was needed in order to be sold and very few dragged their feet. I am sure that they must have been fed happy pills of some sort as they all quickly fell into line and started displaying themselves with some verve.
None of my previous three slaves were very forthcoming about their abduction or sales processing indoctrination but all were glad to have been sold to me from there. All three were well trained and good slaves straight from the box and consistent with it. In particular, Doreen and Samantha had been very happy to be slaves and were very willing to please me without ever once suggesting that they were unwilling in any way. In Doreen's case she had maintained her slave attitude for over seven years without once ever revealing anything about her real feelings on the matter.
Even the TV was a good slave but it was me that decided that another man was not what I wanted as both the sex and the housekeeping would be strange to a TV or so I thought at the time. The TV was my first slave and I was younger then. I always kept an open mind about these things.
This was a major benefit of Slaveria; you were not just looking at them or reading a CV, you were actively encouraged to speak to each slave and private rooms with all facilities are available for you to do that. Of course, it is the visual side that attracts you in the first place and it was bad etiquette to go and speak to a slave that was already engaged with another buyer. This could mean, on a busy night, all the slaves could be busy being interviewed and you almost had to form a queue with other buyers to speak to or interview a slave. It was this element of one on one competition that gave Slaveria the edge and allowed very average looking slaves a fair chance of being bought. If the slave presented to you well and was willing to converse with you and sell themselves as well as their body, one got a better idea of what they were about and whether they would suit you. This was making a 24/7 commitment on both sides and with no refunds or returns, it could prove expensive as an unloved and recently acquired slave always fetches less in auction.
I was advised by the Slaveria receptionist that there was only one other buyer in tonight, that they were interviewing one girl as I arrived and that all six others were not engaged at all and no other buyers were expected that night.
So with this in mind and not really that desperate to replace Samantha, I started along the corridor with a view to browsing rather than selecting. I must admit that my mind was wandering by Room 2 as Rooms 1 & 2 were empty. I looked at my information sheet given to me in reception and saw that Room 1 should have a female slave in it so that must be the one being interviewed. I was rarely interested in interviewees on the night as I always felt that I was not interested in some one else's cast off but due to Slaveria's strict code of ethics, you never knew if a slave had failed multiple times or not at all. You had no idea from the information sheet whether a slave was new or close to shelf date. Slaveria also discouraged visits by buyers more than once a month. Subtle pressure was there all the time but I didn't mind. This was my first visit in two years and it was obviously a quiet night anyway plus I was really browsing wasn't I?
I was obviously musing all this as I wandered idly down the corridor so I have no idea what room number I was at but my attention was seriously grabbed by what I saw.
This particular slave was spread-eagled on a St Andrew's cross which was tilted towards the window. The slave was wearing a full black rubber hood with no eye holes and only a large grommeted aperture over the mouth. Even so, one could see that this slave's breathing was somewhat restricted as the hood was rising and falling with each breath. I could see that the hood was fastened round the neck with a posture collar, also black and shiny and I am fairly sure that the band of leather buckled across the forehead was also fastened to an extension of the cross under the head.
Both hands were in balled fists in bondage gloves and fastened tightly around the wrists and to the cross. I could see how tight they were and suspected that both hands were probably numb. I could see the slight movements made to try to relieve the discomfort. The slave was wearing a rubber bra and I could see that the naked skin around it and up the bare arms was glistening with either sweat or oil. My eyes tracked down to the midriff and the shiny corset that was obviously done up very tight indeed as I could see a ridge of flesh at the top of the underbust and you could almost hear the tension on the front busk. The slave was wearing a knee length transparent latex skirt that was elasticated around the corseted waist. This was stretched tightly across the splayed legs which were encased in transparent rubber stockings and I could see six black strap suspenders under the skirt and a black pair of knickers. The legs were so tightly strapped to the cross that you could see the straps biting in. High heels on the feet which had small padlocks on them. This slave was plainly very uncomfortable and was constantly squirming to relieve aches and pains.
I looked at the sheet. Unusually there was some detail on there in that this slave offering was a transvestite and a volunteer. I was curious and really wanted to relieve this slave's discomfort. I also knew that it would be cruel to release her unless I meant to interview her so I walked on. I wasn't really looking at the others. I was filled with the image of this TV in deep rubber bondage and was curious as to how they would volunteer for this sort of thing. I had not seen this particular display or anything remotely like it when I had visited Slaveria before. Indeed, I got the impression that this sort of blatant exhibitionism was actively discouraged at Slaveria on the basis that such display was inappropriate to the idea of the slavery that Slaveria offered.
There was nothing to stop you turning your slave into a rubber doll but that was your business after you had purchased the slave and was not relevant to whether you purchased a slave or not. Most of the slaves were female and dressed slightly provocatively and the occasional male tended to be a bit hunky with lots of six pack and muscle. The one or two wimps that I had seen on my other visits had not sold I think, as I had not seen one since or heard of any being sold at auction.
I had always been intrigued by rubber clothing and I was attracted by what I had seen. My footsteps led me back to the room. Nothing had changed. A glistening transvestite in deep and tight bondage. Probably very hot under that hood and I wondered if she was wearing a wig. I checked the bra and could not see that the breasts were false. A really convincing turn out. No bulge in the panties either. I felt my heart skip. I felt the same about the first TV I had but the display back then was nowhere near as convincing as this one and it was the nudity that killed the passion. This TV was displaying a lot of skin already and was very feminine in stature and the tits were very real I could even see nipples outlined in the rubber bra which was quite a bit skimpier than others I had seen. I was curious and wanted a closer inspection. I didn't have to untie her and she was blind in that hood. I could ask her questions without untying her, couldn't I?
I gingerly tried the handle and the door opened. All Slaveria's doors were silent normally but this one gave a muffled squeak. The slave stopped moving instantly and the hooded head cocked in my direction. She even stopped breathing for a moment, trying no doubt to listen and sense who had come in. Was it a buyer or just a Slaveria staff member? I heard her exhale as I closed the door. Again it squeaked but the slave was back to squirming again, trying to get comfortable but not succeeding judging by the soft grunts and moans that I heard. I also was surprised by the timbre of these noises. Not deep like a man but soft and high like a females but perhaps without that musical quality that most women develop during puberty.
I felt quite highly charged and quite erotic if not blatantly turned on. This was a different experience for me. I was wary of TV's as the first one had been both a disappointment and expensive. TV's were in a minority and were not highly rated at slave auctions so any investment was either long term or speculative. I had had good if somewhat boring experience with Doreen and good if ultimately disappointing experience with Samantha. I truly felt that Samantha was not really a true submissive and was really just playing the part as it was easier than trying to go it alone. Bit of a bimbo as it turned out. I only made a modest return on Samantha whereas Doreen was a money spinner. Doreen always promised a lot of sex, sort of keeping you interested but not really delivering whereas Samantha delivered too much but tended to be a bit seedy. It was like living with an unsuccessful prostitute, always looking for the next john but settling for the easy life as a slave.
Anyway, here I was standing next to this person, dressed in this curious material, stretched out on a St Andrew's cross with tight uncomfortable bondage and blind to any lookers or visitors. I wanted to reassure her that I was sympathetic to her plight and was impressed with her fortitude as I knew that she had to be put into this bondage by Slaveria staff and she would have a lot of say in how tight or uncomfortable she was and I guessed that, as a volunteer, she brought all this clothing with her. So to make her aware of me, I put my hand lightly on her rubber clad leg and ran it up over her skirt, listening to the rustle and faint squeak. I rested my hand on her thigh and squeezed gently then patted her and withdrew my hand. The effect was immediate. A soft sigh and a shudder and the squirming stopped.
She whispered something so I said loudly, "What did you say?" and put my ear next to her mouth hole.
"Thank you", she said quietly. Again that soft feminine voice with hints of bass. Very pleasant.
Without further ado, I started running my hands over her body, as much to feel the rubber as to caress her and was rewarded with the same soft sighs and an absence of squirming. She shuddered as I caressed her thighs. Out of curiosity, I brushed her crotch and was surprised to find no trace of a bulge. I also caressed her breasts and, apart from them being cool to the touch, they too were very realistic to look at and in terms of fluidity to touch. They moved just like real breasts in their rubber prison. Indeed her bare skin was slightly oily to the touch but the aroma of hot rubber was there and assailed my nostrils. I also caressed her head and was sure that I felt a mass of hair under the rubber. Throughout this she sighed and when I touched anything sensitive, she shuddered and her breath came in short gasps as the rubber hood and mouthpiece rose and fell to her gasping. In the end it was obvious that she was really enjoying my touch but no bulge appeared at her crotch.
"Look", I said,"if I release you it is because I feel bad about your discomfort and not because I wish to formally interview you or buy you. Is that clear?"
She said 'yes' and a very slight nod accompanied this whisper muffled by the hood. I released the multiple straps holding her to the cross and, as she rose stiffly, I saw a rubber pump fall between her legs and saw an electric wire from the same region. So she was wearing some form of inflatable, vibrating dildo. I released her bondage gloves and watched as she spent the next few minutes attempting to regain circulation. Her hands were blue and quite cold and I could sense that certain parts of her body were in pain with returning circulation. I am fairly sure that Slaveria staff would be unhappy with the tightness of this bondage particularly as it would have to last all night. It was approaching midnight now and I knew she must have been in this bondage for at least two hours.
"Would you help me remove this hood please sir?" she said, more clearly this time. She was now sort of leaning on her bum on the cross with her legs straight and I could see her flexing her toes in her shoes to regain circulation in them.
I approached her and leant across her, feeling her body heat. I unbuckled the neck and reached behind to feel a lacing. Fortunately, I recognised the feel of a double bow and with a slight lean forward I could unravel it. My chest was against her upper arm and her left breast and I felt her left hand circle my waist. It felt good and my heart skipped as the rubber skirt also brushed my trouser leg. Once the lacing was loose, I was able to grasp the hood. I felt her breath on my left arm as I eased the now loose but bulky hood forwards. I felt silky hair on my fingers and the hood slid off to reveal a tangle of lovely auburn hair. Her eye make up was badly smeared and she had obviously been crying with pain. Nevertheless the make up was expertly done but now very glazed and runny due to the heat build up in the hood. She had fine features though and our eyes met. I couldn't help but smile and she ruefully smiled back.
"I must look a mess", she said and I saw her eyes seek out a mirror. Not finding one she craned around but it was plain that she did not yet have control of her legs and her hands were suffering as well. I sought out and pushed the pager button and within seconds a female Slaveria member of staff was in the room with us.
"Can you take this slave to somewhere where she can redo her make up, please?", I instructed, "and make sure you help her as she is a bit pins and needles at the moment."
"Yes of course, sir", said the Slaveria staff girl, "come along, you", this last to the slave who was still moving arms and legs to regain circulation. She leant heavily on the staff girl's broad shoulders ( I have noticed that Slaveria staff are always less attractive than the slaves are ) and tottered out of the back door. As she did so, I noticed a transparent blouse draped over a chair and picked it up.
"Before you go", I said,"can you put this on before you come back and remove the dildo as well." I handed the latex garment to the slave who used her spare hand to take it and I saw her nod in agreement.
"Of course, sir, I would love to." More of that slightly bassy feminine tone. I felt my heart skip again.
I suppose I must have waited about fifteen minutes. During that time I read and re-read the sheet I had been given. Apart from the unusual information that she was a transvestite and a volunteer to slavery through Slaveria there was little clue as to who she was. No age or name at all and just a one line in description of needs as being a 'committed full time transvestite looking for a good lifelong home in return for all domestic and sexual duties'. It was telling that the sex was lumped under 'duties' rather than 'wants' or 'needs' or even the more sterile 'services'. I knew how carefully Slaveria helped their slaves offer themselves to buyers and how they helped them compile these sheets so that word was not picked lightly. I wonder what sexual duties she saw herself being asked for.
The door opened and in walked the slave. Her hair and make up were immaculate and she was wearing the top as asked. I could plainly see her underwear and the shiny, tight corset under the translucent rubber. She looked an absolute picture, not at all slave like, more like a rubber fanatics wet dream. Once again my heart skipped. I just couldn't resist and went over to her and pecked her on the lips to feel her luscious full lips meet mine and transfer a tiny amount of her gloss and lipstick to my lips. I just had to lick my own lips and she saw me do that and smiled. With that, she took my hand for support and dropped to her knees and her head bowed.
"Thank you, sir for releasing me and honouring me by your interest in me as a slave". More of that musical bassy voice. I didn't release her hand either and she didn't try to pull it away. At least the one I was holding was warm and quite delicate with long fingers and nails all clear varnished.
"What is your name", I asked.
"I have no name, sir", she replied, "and will take whatever name you give me. I do not wish to cloud my future with anything from the past, sir. At the moment sir, I am slave 7," she continued.
"Very well slave 7 and how old are you?" I asked.
A brief pause and then "I am 47 sir, I hope that is not too old for you, sir." This one is a bit gushy, I thought, a bit eager, perhaps close to her shelf date.
" No that age is good, I am older than that anyway", I replied, "and I am aware of your desire for 'lifelong' slavery. So, no turning back then for either of us, is that what you want?" This last was a probe. These slaves knew the score. If their Master or Mistress tired of them they were toast. The whole thing was quite fragile for them.
" I cannot turn back, sir", this said with eye contact, "but you are my Master. If you wish to dispose of me, I cannot object or show emotion about that. I serve who owns me. Only death releases me from slavery, sir, I know that. Sorry,sir I should not look at you without permission."
Her head bowed as she realised her error although, for me it was not an error. I like to see character as it means that I am in charge of something that is valuable and making an effort to please me. Doreen was a past-master at this; serving but not servile. Of course I would not reveal this to slave 7 at this point. It was none of her business but at least she seemed to understand how permanent this was for her and the eye contact told me that she was quite sure about her path. Again I idly wondered about her shelf life. This too made both of us on edge, me not wishing to see a good potential slave wasted, literally in the American sense, and for her to miss the opportunity to serve me and survive.
"Hmmm. OK slave 7, I see the word 'duty' is used in both the domestic sense and the sexual sense. Why do you use the word 'duty' with the word 'sex'. Can you explain that to me, why you used that word?"
Another pause and this time I saw the head come up and her eyes met mine. She adjusted her kneel and I heard the rubber rustle. Again my heart skipped. Her eyes dropped again but I saw a glint in hers and it wasn't a hostile one, more one of respect that I had read her profile and noticed things on it. This girl had been interviewed before!
"Well I think sir that I wanted to convey that, since I am not a real female, I would need to be careful to make sure that my owner found me both sexually attractive and willing so that is why I put the word 'duty' on there."
Her eyes flicked back to mine. This girl was as much interviewing me as I was her. Once again my heart skipped. This girl was getting to me and I was having difficulty keeping my eyes off her. I was a bit wary of TV's as I have said but she didn't know that. Slaveria were just as coy about buyer's details as they were about slaves. I had obviously challenged my reasons for taking the first TV and where it had gone wrong but had been snowed by the subsequent acquisition of Doreen and then after her, the sexually charged Samantha. Certainly, after all that experience I was in a quandary as to which direction I really wanted to take now. It had been a very long time though since I had had this much heart skipping and I felt quite warm towards slave 7. She was ticking boxes. Our eyes met again and she must have seen what I was feeling. I saw the flash of warmth in hers before they dropped again. I decided to drop a stone in the pond.
"So describe what sexual duties you expect to perform for me," I said and I saw a quick grimace pass across her face. I felt sure she knew I was testing her, probing her, making sure she was truly a slave in everything not just sexual favour.
"Whatever sir desi........no wait, that is not what I want to say," she stopped and I could see she was gathering her thoughts. "It is my duty to be a sexual person for my Master. I must concentrate on discovering what he wants me to do, how he wants me to dress and what he wants me to say in order to be sexy for him, to be attractive for him. He will know what I can do for him physically and if he wants that because he finds me attractive then I am complete and have fulfilled my duty to him sexually."
Then came something heartfelt, her tone changed and I heard the following words. " I know I am not a real woman, I am a man and my Master is not gay. I will need to be extra special and continuously so for my Master to want me and I will be extra careful to ensure that my Master is not challenged in any way. I am his slave and his pleasure is my only goal and I will dedicate my life to pleasing my Master in any way possible. I know this will not be easy but I have chosen this path and cannot go back, don't want to go back to what I was. I want to be bought by you Master as your slave so I can start to learn how to please you and you alone for as long as you want me." I heard the choke in the last sentence and felt the same too.
"Stand up, slave 7," I said and she dutifully rose. "Look at me", I commanded and our eyes met. I moved forward and stroked her rubber costume. I walked round her and her head craned after me and met me as I walked round her caressing her rustling and squeaking rubber.
As I reached the front again, still running my hands over her body, she sighed audibly almost a purr and then she looked at me and whispered "Please buy me Master, I want to be yours."
" Put yourself against the cross again, slave 7 and I will bind you to it as you were when I came in. No hood though and keep your blouse on." She moved over to the cross, spread her legs and leant back. I slowly put the straps back on her and she watched me do it. I didn't make them as tight as they had been but she was well secured. Her eyes followed me as I walked to and fro. "Wait there" and with that I left to go into the office to ask how much slave 7 was fetching at the moment.
A price was quoted and I knew that Slaveria prices were non negotiable from previous experience. I also knew that it was two years since my last purchase and I was not an idle browser I had no idea what the Slaveria pricing structure was. I did know that the price was only slightly more than I got for Samantha and I could afford it. I just had to clear this reluctance based on previous experience. I returned to slave 7 with determined tread. She looked at me impassively spread-eagled as she was, her rubber skirt stretched again, the blouse sticking to her arms. She looked vulnerable.
"Look", I said brusquely, "I have reservations about you and whether you are really what I want. I have had a TV before and that didn't work so, this is what I am going to do. I am going to release you and we are going to an interview room. Whilst we are there you will cease to address me as 'sir' or 'Master'. My name is David and I want to know your femme name and your real given first name please."
I quickly undid the straps and after a brief rub and a quick stretch of the legs she looked at me and said "Thank you David for returning and my given name is Brian and my femme name was Briony but I would want to be renamed by you if you buy me." Then she looked straight into my eyes and said, "I am serious about this, I think you and I have connected and I want you to own me and I will be your slave for life." I saw her eyes moisten. "I really have nothing to go back to, my life as Brian is over and although Briony is a success story I want to break away from the TV world. I am inexperienced with men but I know what I want to be and this is why I volunteered for here."
We reached an interview room as she finished speaking and I held the door and ushered her in. I had asked Slaveria for a bottle of wine and two glasses and they were on a coffee table.
"Sit down Brian", I said and I saw the momentary shock cross her face. I addressed her as such deliberately. I had to flush out all her secrets and corners. I had to make sure that she didn't bring issues or bags and baggage with her if I purchased her.
"What are you running from, Brian," I asked and once again I saw her wince. She took a large gulp from her wine.
"As I said, my life as Brian and no wisecracks about the Life of Brian please, I have heard them all, is really behind me now. I was married once and as you have discovered I have a very small penis. She knew this when we married but she was overweight and no oil painting and had, she said, never been with a man anyway so had no comparison. The sex was awful but neither of us knew why. I could come OK but she never did. Anyway, she did get pregnant but because she was so overweight she miscarried and was diagnosed with a dodgy womb and had a hysterectomy so that was that."
"We carried on more out of habit than love and then she started dressing up a lot more and then lost a lot of weight. I just knew that she was getting her sex elsewhere and she used to stop out late at night saying that she had to work late. She certainly was earning a great deal but then so was I. Eventually I got to work from home so I had quite a bit of time to myself. Then I found that the wife and I were roughly the same size so her clothes fitted me and she had recently invested a lot in brand new lingerie and sexy outerwear."
" It all started with her leaving a new dress she had bought hanging on the wardrobe and, as one does, I just idly wondered what it would feel like to wear such a fabulous dress. I knew she was going to be gone all day and most of the night as well so I had plenty of spare time. My home work project was slightly ahead of schedule so I was a bit spare that day. I had stayed in bed until she went to work and was sipping tea looking at this beautiful red dress on its hangar. I knew she wasn't going to wear it today or tonight so what would be the hurt for me to see what it looked like on. She had long since stopped taking any notice in what I thought anyway.
I had a shower and shave and towelled myself off. Once I was completely dry I took the dress with shivering fingers and stepped into it as I had seen her do many times. It slid up over my hips really easily and felt really flimsy against my skin. I put my arms through the armholes and reached behind me for the zip. The feeling as that zip ran smoothly up my back and the dress material hugged my naked skin was indescribable and the sheer thrill was mind blowing. I even walked about feeling the dress move with me and cling to my legs. Then I saw myself in the mirror."
"Obviously, the feelings were not matched by what I saw. My body hair protruding from the cleavage. The slackness of the material around the bust, my leg hair and my tatty white feet were a real downer. Nevertheless the feelings were still there as long as I didn't look in the mirror or allow anyone to see me to mirror in their eyes what I really looked like. So without further ado and still in the dress, I logged onto the Internet and Googled up a few relevant transvestite sites. Some of these guys looked really good dressed and I absorbed all that I read. I am quite slim so that was not an issue but it was plain that the body hair would have to go. I wondered whether the wife would even notice.
It became clear that I needed to try some lingerie so I divested the dress and hung it carefully where I had found it and went raiding the wife's lingerie drawer. I was very careful not to disturb too much and went looking at the bottom of the drawer by lifting up the top layer. In there I found all sorts of matching sets and, in particular a red satin set of bra knickers and suspenders. I also found a red pair of nylons still in their unopened packet and the sales slip still attached showing they were about a year old. Safe enough not to be missed, I thought."
"It took me ages to put all this stuff on as I was unfamiliar with actually doing it but had watched the missus often enough to try and guess what to do. It all fitted me perfectly except for the gaping bra. I had spotted an article on the Internet about that and a pair of ankle socks and a pair of knee high socks were carefully rolled into quite acceptable breasts."
"Once the lingerie was on and adjusted to fit I re-donned the dress. This time it was explosive. My little dick became uncontrollable and as it slid against the satin I was sure I was going to cum and ruin the new dress. I managed to prevent that and sure enough my penis went back to being small so I tucked it between my legs and the tight panties held it there."
"I was in heaven and Briony was born that very day."
"I was determined to be the very best cross dresser as I felt so powerful dressed that I just knew that I wanted this. I wasn't even bothered about the wife finding out but I baulked at the idea of showing her, at least until I was proficient. I was also sure that I had to have my own stuff as filching hers was not an option. I made a note of all the sizes and started ordering on the Internet."
"Then fate intervened. A few days after this, my wife and her boss were killed outright in a terrible car crash.
I was numbed and Briony took a back seat whilst I absorbed the shock. Although we were drifting apart, I would not have wished such a terrible end on her. I did wonder if the boss was also her new lover but it was now just speculation anyway.
I organised the funeral and there was no family, only friends and work colleagues of hers. It highlighted just how alone I had become since opting to work from home. All my work colleagues had drifted off so I had no-one to invite. Both of us were single children and our respective parents were now dead.
The life insurance dutifully paid out. I had a year's wages from her firm and I had taken out a 'loss of spouse' policy on both of us that was really a whole life policy so cover expired when we were 60 and only paid out on the death of one of us before that age. It was quite cheap and the payout was huge and I became pretty wealthy overnight.
When I came home from the funeral I think I felt that a door had closed on a part of my life and that I was now facing a new and very different future. I shaved completely, applied glue to my newly acquired prosthetic breasts and dressed as Briony straight away and stayed up most of the night perfecting her make up. Later, in the early hours, I donned a beautiful nightie and went to bed. I slept very little. In the morning, I resigned my job and sent in the completed work that I had. I spent all day as Briony and felt quite calm but still cried a lot as Brian's identity slowly slipped away with my grief. I don't think Brian would have grieved as much as Briony did."
" I had a couple of phone calls from women who worked with my wife and I think they were fishing for a relationship as all of them asked me out for a drink. I politely declined. In all cases I took the calls as Briony."
"I did however make contact with and invite round a couple of TV's that I met on the Internet in TV chat rooms and both of them were complimentary about Briony and I did actually venture out with them on TV nights out. I did so enjoy the glamour of it and quickly became very femme in my actions by watching the best of them and copying them. I also had some professional voice coaching."
"At the same time I was warned by one almost non descript TV in one of the bars, not to become a drag act. I couldn't see what she meant and I invited her round to the house to show me. We delved into my late wife's wardrobe and she re-dressed me in tights and plain skirts and tops and less flashy jewellery. Then we both climbed into a taxi and went to Tescos to shop for food and toiletries. Nobody turned an eye and it was perfectly normal except for the men eyeing the pair of us but not in a salacious way. It actually felt normal and I think Brian finally 'died' that day. The other TV and I became firm friends, Elisabeth is her name and I learned a lot about blending in from her."
"Because of my wife's death, I inherited a huge wardrobe of clothes both glamorous and ordinary so that I could become Briony full time and feel feminine 24 hours a day. It all felt completely natural and with some help from Elisabeth I learned about beauty salons and I found one that I could trust with my secret and went there at least once a week for nails hair and skin treatment. The girls there were really helpful and gave me oceans of girly advice. I always felt good after being there."
"I went on a continuous diet and started using moisturisers all over my body after shaving and my skin became silky smooth. I spent hours in the bathroom and I think that my previous focus on earning, at which I was successful, perhaps more than my marriage as a man had been, was completely diverted to being successful as Briony. I wanted the world to see me as Briony and I had both the time, money and the opportunity so I immersed myself in my transition. Indeed I consulted the medical profession about gender change and it was confirmed that if I wished to, I was a suitable candidate for surgery. I decided against that but did indulge in some cosmetic surgery on my face to make my lips fuller and my nose more feminine. I also had liposuction transplants in my bum and started taking small doses of female hormones to render my penis inoperative as a sex organ."
"Of course, there comes a time when you wonder if all this newness and wonderment at being feminine can be shared with anyone other than other TV's. At the time I had little desire for men but came to love the attention that I did receive and also became very aware that how one dressed could affect that very easily and mostly in a negative way. I also became aware of the cost of maintaining the femme regime, doubly so in my case as I had a lot of body hair to deal with. In the end, I submitted myself to a long term programme of laser electrolysis and removed all bar a small patch of pubic hair. It was painful but well worth it as I no longer had stubble. My hair did grow but was never really full enough so I invested in two identical wigs that cost a fortune for everyday wear and a selection of a few slightly cheaper ones for ringing the changes according to my mood."
"At this time, sex was furthest from my mind but I never failed to thrill to the feel of good underwear and the feeling of being seen and accepted in normal life as a woman. The feel of a delicious nightie was also a beautiful experience and I frequently slept in suspenders and stockings as well as a nightie and I greatly expanded my collection of nightwear and delighted in standing at my wardrobe in just suspenders, stockings and heels selecting my night wear. Delicious! Strangely, I didn't miss the erections and ejaculations and now never played with my penis or gained any sexual pleasure from it."
"I became proficient in domestic duties and delighted, as I never had as a man, in tidying and dusting and I frequently experimented in the kitchen and had TV's round to dinner parties. Life was good but still that gnawing thought about what and why I was being Briony. I did try being chatted up by men and enjoyed that but didn't really want to have sex with them. The same applied to other TV's but very few of them were full time women and those that were were outrageously camp for my taste and the men that professed to be admirers of TV's were all less than attractive to me and all were furtive, married and sex based."
"Then I spotted a profile on TVChix under the name Budcus. A rubber clad Dominant who specialised in BDSM activity with TV's. I was intrigued. I contacted him through the messaging service and was impressed by his polite and assertive manner so after some correspondence I agreed to visit. He told me about rubber and directed me to a couple of sites to show what he liked his dates to wear if they wanted to. Without further ado I invested in what you see here although the hood was a later addition and I arrived at Budcus' flat and changed from my normal day wear to what you see I have on now."
"The session with Budcus was an eye opener for me. I felt so submissive in bondage and so thrilled by my vulnerability that my lower regions and my limp little penis were washed with waves of pleasure. As he caned me, carefully and almost lovingly I am sure that I had a female type orgasm. I spent hours in bondage and was uncomfortable for some of it but he never did anything to make me feel cheap or less than feminine. Indeed his very maleness was a turn on and when he presented his dick to me I was pleased to service it with my mouth. I learned a lot about myself that day and went home in a daze. Only when I came to my front door did I realise that I was still wearing all this rubber."
"I thanked Budcus for the experience and realised that, for Briony to be complete, she needed to be more submissive and submerge herself permanently in her psyche, then she would be truly happy. It seemed that deep with Brian there had been a desire to be servile and submissive that had resulted in Briony and that Briony's destiny lay in being someone's servant or even slave."
"I chatted about this with Budcus but he was obviously unable to help me very much as he didn't take full time slaves and was of the opinion that no-one did and that slavery such as I was suggesting was merely pie in the sky in modern days since we were all programmed to be and act independently and that being a slave was not a viable option."
"I carefully searched the Internet and that is how I found Slaveria. I sold my house and put all the money in a trust fund that pays a modest return, put all my clothes in storage and signed up as a voluntary slave candidate here as you see me now. These are all the clothes I have here and I dress in them every day and wear a satin nightie when I sleep."
"So that is it. That is how I come to be sitting before you David, offering myself as your slave and knowing that I cannot turn back and that even Briony is ceasing to exist. I am now slave 7 and will remain so until I am renamed by my owner or I die."
A long silence ensued as I digested all that I had heard. I did idly wonder whether it was all a story and that it had been told and perhaps changed lots of times but somehow I doubted it. I had felt throughout that I was speaking to my intellectual equal and that this TV had suffered a lot as an unconvincing man and as a very convincing TV but unable to make that leap to being a biological woman.
I spoke for the first time since slave 7 had started her story. "Where do I fit into all this and why me? What do you want from me?"
"I want you to be pleased with me," she said, "I will strive to make your life a pleasure as that will please me. To do that will make me feel complete. It will enable me to concentrate on pleasing you if I know that you own me, that I have no choice. The feminine side of me wants that but I must confess that I am confused about the sex. I want you to own me so that I can explore that side of me with you, so that I have no choice in it but can see from your demeanour that sex is not what you are really looking for. Am I right, David?"
I nodded quietly. This one was different. Offering sexual favour but not necessarily wanting to be subjected to sex with a man. This offered, for me and for the first time, an intellectual challenge. I was intrigued.
"So what happens if it doesn't work, Brian," another wince, "I will lose money, won't I?"
A pause and then she spoke "I am that sure about this that if it does not work out for you and you sell me to another, I will indemnify you against your loss."
That clinched it for me I think. I returned Briony to room 7 and insisted on securing her to the St Andrew's Cross. I then looked at her and said, "I will need to think about this for a few days," I saw her smile fade and her eyes go dull, "and if you are re-hooded then I have gone home for the night."
"Yes, sir" she whispered and her head drooped. I left her there and went to the office. Signed the paperwork and paid for her. I instructed the staff to re-hood slave 7 and then to pack her belongings. I went for a coffee in the lounge and it was nearly an hour before I emerged. The staff nodded to me and one of them whispered that slave 7 was very upset and was weeping openly as she was put back into deep bondage. She obviously thought I had changed my mind. Sometimes it can pay to be cruel.
Slave 7 had told me much about herself and her desires, poured her heart to me and I had seemingly rejected that. Above all though, it was her obvious intellect and her determination to succeed both as Brian and then Briony and then as a slave that had impressed me. I was really looking forward to having her. I decided to keep her on edge for a bit longer. I asked the Slaveria staff to put her in handcuffs and leg irons in my car boot and to keep the hood on so she could not see and I gave them my keys so they could do that. Slave 7 told me later that she was convinced that she was being terminated and was resigned to her fate.
I drove home in silence so that slave 7 had no clues and equally lifted her out at the other end in silence. I undid her hood and slid it off her as she lay quietly on my garage floor. Her face was a mess and it was obvious that she had been crying a lot.
"Shush, slave 7 it is over. I have bought you. I own you now. You are my slave until death do us part." I caressed her cheek and she opened her eyes and saw me looking down at her.
Realisation dawned on her and she let out a deep sigh. "Ooooohhh, thank God, thank God," she said "thank you, David, you will not regret it." A look of alarm crossed her ravaged face, "I am so sorry sir, it won't happen again, you are sir not Dav....Oh god, I am sorry...!!"
I laughed and bent to stroke her cheek. "It is OK Briony, we will work it out. It was cruel of me to do what I did but I wanted to have you destroyed emotionally, just to see if I could. C'mon, let us get you indoors and re-assembled."
So began life with slave number four and I must say that four years on it has become a very good owner and slave arrangement. Within a week we had arranged for her stored clothes to be delivered and she started dressing as my maid or housekeeper or companion straight away. She took over managing my household and went shopping as needed without any help from me. I quickly gave her the spare keys to my car and she was free to come and go subject only to my absence.
She was always well dressed and always wore suspenders and stockings in my presence or at least when she was serving me and a corset almost always. I would frequently tighten these corsets and she became quite feminine shaped as a result. I sometimes challenged her to remain in lingerie when she was serving me or doing the housework and she never once demurred, indeed I think she enjoyed it. We laughed a lot and sometimes we would discuss something that affected us or a subject that interested us both although she would always kneel to one side of my chair. I didn't have to instruct her much about anything, she seemed well tuned to being very attentive of me and subservient.
Once I was watching TV and a sex programme came on. Briony was still kneeling next to me and she saw that something was turning me on. Without any hesitation she shifted her position and I felt her hands gently freeing my cock from my trousers. Our eyes met and I saw acceptance and real warmth in hers. Her head dropped and her lips encased my cock. Her free hand undid her blouse and the skimpy black bra that had been visible through her blouse all evening came into plain view. Her very realistic prosthetic breasts swayed as she serviced my cock. She was really good and took her time as my cock grew to her mouth. I could tell that she wanted to do this and that I wanted her to as well. I came quite quickly and she swallowed it as she withdrew. Then uncharacteristically, she reached round the back of my legs and held me close to her and lay her head on my thigh watching my cock shrink. She did that for about a minute and then released me and resumed her kneeling position with hands in lap and the blouse still agape.
"Are you OK?" This from me.
"Yes David, I am. Very much so," she replied. I reached over and caressed her cheek and she inclined her head and sighed gently with her eyes closed. I invited her to my bed that night and we slept soundly entwined in each others arms. She wore a nightie over her suspenders, stockings and a pair of knickers. In the morning she was up before me and brought me tea as she prepared breakfast for me.
We started kissing as we parted company and as we met in the evening and she never once let her standards slip or suggested anything sexual. Very much owner/slave as normal but we seemed more intimate and we were always touching and kissing although rarely more than a peck. We were close but not in love.
I had always surfed the Internet for porn and I decided to look up this Budcus chappy on TVChix. Sure enough he seemed to be having a lot of fun and his Flikr account was full of TV's undergoing BDSM activity. I quietly started to accumulate bondage gear. Obviously, Briony was at home to take the parcels and must have wondered what I was doing but as a slave, was unable to ask and not allowed to open anything although what I would have done if she had is a matter for conjecture. I also visited Budcus and he showed me what he did to the TV's and taught me much as to how to use both bondage gear and canes and paddles.
He also remembered Briony and asked after her. Nice chap but I couldn't see how he had affected Briony so much. He smiled when I said that and said that I ought to dress and know what Briony knew. I wondered at that as I drove home. I also wondered what Briony would do if I did dress but then she was my slave, she had to please me. If I said I wanted to dress as a a woman then she had to go along with that.
Once I had enough bondage gear I would regularly apply it to Briony and I found that she would become very submissive when bound or handcuffed. I also found that she was considerably hampered by any bondage gear so that she was less able to do domestic duties. A bit of a Mexican stand off but I did like her submissiveness and was sometimes prepared to trade that for her domestic duties. Indeed it became a way of giving her a rest from that part of her slavery and sometimes I would bind her immovably and painfully so I could hear and see her crying with pain as I saw to my own food and drink.
She never complained and began to wear her rubber again quite a lot. I took this as a sign that she was feeling slutty rather than a smart tart as she usually was. When she was thus attired I would frequently cane her for being so forward and she was denied the chance to discuss issues or just be my GF for a few hours. I think she was also pacing herself and remaining a slave rather than trying to advance herself as a person and be closer to me. I found it intriguing and a real spur in that, when I came home, I would never know what she had planned for herself that evening and she would quite frequently change during the evening. I was fairly sure that she dressed in a maid's uniform during the day and she purchased all her own clothes and went to beauty salons at least once a week. I never once gave her any money.
One evening I came home and Briony was her usual kind and attentive self but I sensed that she was a little nervous about something. We had become that close that we could read one another's moods but I feel that she was better at it than I. Thus it was unusual to say the least that I had seen this nervousness in her. Anyway, meal over and with the radio on I was enjoying my coffee, still sat at table listening to Briony in the kitchen clearing away all the dishes. I drank slowly as I was sure that she wanted to speak to me.
In other circumstances we had agreed to formally suspend our Master/slave relationship and call each other by our names although I had long ago stopped using Brian. We had never got round to changing her name from Briony. Sure enough, the clattering stopped and I heard her heels clicking towards me and she promptly knelt at my side and her hands dropped into her lap. I did notice that she was closer to me than normal.
"May I have permission to speak, sir?" came the request I was expecting.
"Yes, Briony, you may and you may address me as David as well. What is on your mind? Look at me!" This last a command. Our eyes met and I could see that she was struggling with something. This made me slightly uneasy as this was the first time that she had started a conversation in this way since the Slaveria interview room. It seemed unnatural and I wondered what was up. Perhaps she wanted out of the arrangement.
"David, I want to ask a personal question of you. I am really happy to be your slave but I can see that you don't really desire me. I hope I please you." So, there it was. Once again I had allowed the sexual side to ebb away as I had got comfortable with Briony. Once again my own sexuality was getting in the way. I had already anticipated this and had an answer ready.
"You do please me Briony and I have been expecting this for some time, you wanting to talk about it. I was assuming that you being a biological male would make it easier for you to understand why I didn't apparently fancy you sexually or demand sexual service from you. Let us go to the sofa and I will try to explain what it is I really want or at least try out to see if it helps me." She rose as did I and we sat together on the sofa. I could see the outline of her suspenders through her skirt and put my hand on her leg, partly to re-assure her and partly from relief that we had started to discuss the matter.
"I think I have, yet again, allowed our arrangement to descend into domestic bliss with an erotic edge but, of course, without feelings, that edge gets blunted and one seeks ever greater stimulus to make the edge sharp again. I am scared to go too far with you sexually, Briony as I am afraid that I will fail and that that will make you think less of me as a result." I paused for breath and felt her leg move slightly under my hand. She wanted to hear more.
"So what I want you to do is to dig deep into your heart and mind and try to remove any barriers between us so that we can finally enjoy each other in bed as well as out of it." I turned and saw her enigmatic smile. Again the leg moved slightly.
"This has to remain our secret. I am supposed to be your Master and, in this case, I am suggesting that we become equal just so that I can gain control of my sexuality again."
"Yes," I added "I do sometimes desire you but I am scared to start anything as I am scared that I will be unable to finish and be seen as less than a man by you." At that I felt her hand cover mine.
"I understand, David," replied Briony, "and thank you for telling me. Basically, you want me to take charge of your sex life and for me to be a sex slave with no chance of any pleasure for me? Am I right? Before you answer that, be assured that I would really love to do this for you. You are my Master and Owner and I really love being your slave. Apart from the pleasure of a couple of blow jobs, I have yet to fulfil my duty to you as a sex object. Nothing would give me greater pleasure. I have observed you carefully over some years now and I am confident that I can do this but, and this is a big but, you will have to trust me. Rest assured that what transpires between us will remain in this house and will not be discussed away from here. I have some plans for us focussed on you. Do you want notice of any activity or will you allow me to surprise you?"
I looked at her. Her face was relaxed as I had ever seen it and I wondered how long she had been planning this conversation.
"Well I think surprise is best," I said, "but be aware that I will be very nervous of failure and will be scared of disturbing what we have here already."
"That will not happen sir, I can assure you and thank you for confiding in me. I know how difficult that must have been and, with your permission, I would like to start now." I looked at her. She had never looked so lovely and so relaxed so I nodded my head.
"Very well, my Master, I am going to stand before you and show you something I am wearing." She slid demurely off the sofa and stood in front of me. Her skirt was quite full and she lifted it slowly, with her cheeks reddening, to reveal that she was wearing a locked chastity belt. Both her penis and her arse were locked away and with a twirl and a flourish, I was presented with a key. Briony was not readily available to me and could only offer sexual favour with her mouth. My cock did not stir.
Briony left the room and returned with a glass of water and a pill. "This is Viagra, sir, it takes about half an hour to work so if you could take it now that gives me time to prepare things for you."
I took the pill as she left the room. As she reached the door, she turned and said, "I will call you Master, when all is prepared", and with that she departed. Her calmness radiated from her and I relaxed with her. I trusted her. This had to happen. My heart beat faster.
Within fifteen minutes I heard a soft and musical summons and I sauntered down the hall. She was standing in the bathroom door and I saw that she had run a bath for me. Before I was allowed into the water she bade me undress and stand on a prepared large sheet. She produced a battery powered set of clippers and removed all my body hair from the neck down. A large pile of fuzz resulted and she tidied my clothes away as I stepped into the bath and lay down. The water was so soothing.
Briony returned and I saw that she was now wearing a towelling bathrobe and I assumed over lingerie. She bathed and soaped me and then produced a razor. This time she shaved all my body so that I was completely smooth all over. I was in heaven. I had often wondered what it would feel like to be completely hairless and now I knew. I could not have done it without Briony's help and I felt my gratitude by a slight show in my cock.
Briony saw that and looked down at me smiling. "When you are ready Master, please towel yourself dry, use this cream all over and then join me in the bedroom." She left the bathroom and closed the door. I waited a little while to feel the water soothe my skin and then stood up and pulled the plug. My skin was easy to dry. I used the cream and rubbed it on all over my hairless and pink body. My skin absorbed it all in seconds and felt really silky.
I fastened a towel around my waist but that felt wrong so I fastened it around my chest instead. I opened the bathroom door and padded into the comparatively cooler air in the bedroom. Briony was there and I saw some lingerie on the bed so I assumed she was naked except for the chastity belt, under the towelling robe she still wore. She bade me sit at the dressing table but insisted I sit facing her.
Without further ado she started to apply make up to my face. I was really pleased not to have to take the initiative and felt quite calm as my face was generally stiffened as the make up went on. I couldn't see what she was doing so had no choice but to sit still. It took over an hour. When she had put a shoulder length wig on me and pinned it to my hair she allowed me to turn and look in the mirror. You could see it was me but a very different side of me. I looked really made up with eye shadow and mascara and full war paint. Even my lips were painted bright red and were very glossy. A shame they were so thin although she had used a lip liner to good effect.
"Now Master, I want you to wear the lingerie on the bed and I have a special dress for you that I know will fit as I had it specially made. Please, let me help you. Let the towel go, sir." I realised that this was the first time that she had seen me naked but I was so attracted to what she was doing and the way she was doing it that I felt that I wanted to see the finished product. The towel was draped over the stool.
At this point, I wanted to take charge of proceedings. "Don't help me with this, Briony, please sit on the stool and I will handcuff you." I saw her smile broadly and she shed the towelling robe to reveal she was wearing pink satin lingerie. I rescued my handcuffs and leg irons from a drawer and promptly put her hands behind her back cuffed together and her legs were chained together and to the legs of the stool. She was immobile which was what I wanted.
The lingerie on the bed was all pink satin and matched hers. I donned the suspender belt and then sat and donned the stockings. I felt the filmy nylon slide up my hairless legs and my brain exploded with the pleasure of it and my cock grew a little but did not become hard. I donned the panties and as the satin drew up my hairless legs and nestled into my cock I could not help but stroke my cock to full hardness.
The knickers were high waisted and my cock was held in its satin prison and erect against my abdomen. It was really hard now and I felt the Viagra course through my veins and it started to throb. I resisted the temptation and started on the bra. This was also pink satin and quite a large size with prosthetic breast forms in pockets in the bra. An instant bust and a snug and perfect fit. I could feel the weight and see them jutting out. It felt really good and I could see that Briony was as interested in my cock as she was in my obvious pleasure at being dressed in lingerie. I put on the pair of high heel shoes that I found as well and they too were a perfect fit. Without taking my eyes off Briony I paraded up and down using all the techniques I learned from my first TV slave and Briony never once diverted her gaze from watching me. The atmosphere was so highly charged that it was almost electric and my nylons crackled in sympathy as they rubbed together as I walked. I even cupped my breasts a few times.
"I think you said there is a dress...?" I said to Briony.
"Yes, Master, it is hanging in the wardrobe." I strutted over gaining confidence with every second. Sure enough there was a really skimpy bright red dress hanging in amongst my other clothing. It was so bright that it made all my other clothes look really drab and boring. The dress was a boat neck with draped bust, long sleeves loose at the shoulder but tight at the wrist with a single tiny button fastening, tight around the waist with a thin belt and short and tight to just below my stocking tops. My suspenders were plain to see through the thin jersey material and when I walked, my stockings flashed into view. I would be constantly pulling this dress down, I could see that.
Without any thought I walked into Briony's room as I knew she had a full length mirror. What I saw took my breath away. My legs looked really good and the dress effectively hid my broad shoulders but accentuated my bum. I looked like a really high class hooker. I paraded back to the bound Briony and found the keys to her bondage and released her except for the chastity belt.
"I want you dressed as a cheap slut, Briony," I said.
"Yes, sir," came the immediate reply and she too went to her room. For the first time, I followed her and insisted that she show me everything she had that was cheap and slutty. In the end I settled on a gauzy blouse that was really off the shoulder more than on and a rubber mini skirt that was really tight around her and rode up so easily that her stocking top were always on display and frequently her panties as well.
She even piled on some more make up and looked like a cheap whore. Briony put a pair of large hoop earrings on me using clips and she donned a pair of diamanté dangly ones in her pierced ears. She even found me a clutch bag and knowingly put a condom and the key to her chastity belt in it plus a compact and a lipstick. She had a shoulder bag with a long silver chain. At that stage, she put stick on nails on my fingers and they were bright red as well. She had long since grown her nails and spent many hours looking after them. I found her perfume and dress intoxicating and my erect cock was still erect in my panties.
During a lull in the proceedings I used my hands on her bare shoulders and she sighed and then moaned and shuddered to my touch. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her tenderly and for a long time. She was equally tender and our tongues met and explored each others mouths. It felt completely natural, dressed as I was and we started caressing each other, holding each others breasts and stroking our hair. My cock was bursting.
"Briony, honey...a personal question. Have you.....erm....are you.....clean? Have you had an enema today...?" I whispered in her ear.
"Yes. Sir," she whispered, "I had one just before you came in as I wanted to be ready for you....if....you wanted me ......in that way...." Without a word I reached for my clutch bag and extracted the key. I ruched up her rubber skirt and unlocked her belt and removed both that and her knickers. My cock was freed from its satin confinement and the dress was hiked up around my waist. She put the condom on me and knelt on the bed.
Briony reached over to her bedside drawer and took out a tube of lubricant. As she turned to apply this to my cock I saw hers. It was really tiny, not much more than 2 inches long with a small matching ball sack. It was not erect.
She resumed kneeling on the bed resting on her arms and I knelt behind her. My cock touched her anus and I pushed gently. To my utter surprise and to hers too she later told me, my cock slid into her with little or no resistance and I was up to my balls in her with one stroke. I heard her cry out but I knew it wasn't pain.
"Oh God Mistress that feels soooo good. Fuck me, please fuck me, I want you to fuck me." I slid out and back in and still no resistance. This felt just like a tight woman and I set to as I felt my cock grow extra hard again. I stopped for just a few seconds and said, "Briony, darling, I have to tell you that it takes me ages to cum and I won't be held responsible if I don't cum at all, is that clear?"
" Yes David, clear," she said, "and I have to say that you feel perfectly wonderful inside me, that this is a first for me and I want you inside of me for as long as it takes. I want to be your fuck slut, tonight, David."
Even dressed as I was, I felt the warmth for Briony grow and my cock swelled yet again. I don't know how long it was until I came but by the time I did, Briony was uttering a sort of high wavering growl almost continually with a quick increase in tempo as my cock brushed her prostate. Later I found a quantity of semen on the bed which must have come from her. When I did cum it was a white hot torrent and I arched my back feeling all the lingerie on my bare skin and the dress bodice flapping against my sweat soaked midriff and back.
Briony got up straight away and I heard her wash herself. I too wanted to remove the condom and clean myself so followed her fairly quickly. She was just pulling up her knickers. We spent some time repairing our faces and adjusting our dress and I helped her with that by pulling down the rubber miniskirt for her. My nails didn't help but I did manage it without breaking any. When we were back to a semblance of normal, we looked at each other and embraced tightly, kissed passionately and then pulled back our heads to look at each other. I felt my eyes prick and saw hers were moist so we embraced and hugged each other again.
I felt as though a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I was still really enjoying the feel of my dress and was pleased that I had come inside Briony. I could not remember that last time I had enjoyed sex so much and was even more pleased that I was still warm about it and had no desire to change back to a man's clothing. I realised with a heady rush that I felt so sexy as a woman and had obviously found Briony attractive, not because I fancied her as a woman but because I wanted to be like her and dress like her. I even started scheming as to how I could do that and still maintain my male lifestyle.
Briony, God bless her, never took advantage and very quickly reverted to being my slave and doing all the domestic duties but she seemed rejuvenated somehow and she did tell me later in one of our more private moments that she could see how happy I had become as a result of our escapade. She also told me that I could dress as often as I liked and she would not bat an eyelid. At least we both knew what we had done and that we could do it again if we wished. Indeed, I introduced some games to it by insisting that she drove to a public convenience some miles away that involved a long walk to and from the car. I then insisted that she take a really slutty outfit with her and change into it in the ladies, walk back to the car so attired and then knock on my house door and wait for me to answer it.
The first time we did that, I was dressed again when she came back, as a slutty rubber whore and we fucked in the hall within seconds of her entering. I came in seconds that time and so did she. She actually ejaculated at the same time and just managed to hit the wall with her seed which was about six inches away. I too was shooting semen about a foot or more and a lot more than I recall. I lost some weight as well and was always smiling. Indeed a happy bunny.
Briony and I do sleep together sometimes as I have taken to wearing nightdresses and negligées when I come home from work and frequently wear suspenders and stockings with panties under my work clothes and under the nighties. I think there was one comment about my lack of hairy arms when I wore a short sleeve shirt and took my jacket off one hot day when the air conditioning was not working too well but I brushed it aside and ignored it.
I do now have two persona and Briony has to cope with both according to my whim. She has coped admirably and has told me on numerous occasions that she is happier now than she has ever been and has named my female persona Janice.
Briony does all the clothes shopping for Janice and David and she delights in making sure that I am well turned out whichever persona is in charge at the time but ensuring that David is always in touch with Janice even if only a lace hankie in the pocket of my trousers. I am so happy that I have ceased to care who knows about it and have sometimes been out with Briony or even answered the door to callers as Janice. The only thing is that Janice is a very sexual being whereas Briony can be demure so trips to Tescos as Janice with Briony can be a bit fraught for Briony and she can sometimes be seen cringing away as Janice starts to attract too much attention.
Briony still has a lot of control of Janice as she still likes to make me up but she has never tried to steer Janice or tut tut about her appearance. As Briony said, if being Janice as Janice has developed makes me happy then Briony is being a good slave. I still beat Briony's arse on a regular basis and she is frequently in rubber since I like the stuff and wear it myself.
So I think that Briony is set fair to be my fourth and final slave and I finally got round to a formal slave contract about a year ago when it was clear that I had found my feet as both David and Janice. We actually consulted a solicitor and he said that, by case law, any contract voluntarily entered into was legally binding although slavery without such a voluntary contract was illegal. I think the moral of this story is that you don't know what you feel about things until you try them and that bi sexuality works on many different levels.
I wish you all happiness and if this little story has opened your eyes in any way then I have succeeded. In closing this tale, I wonder who you are. Are you David, Janice or Briony? If you have read this far you may wish to add a comment as to which you would like to be or indeed actually are. |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 13 | 56,902 | 4.53 | 549,899 | [
"first time",
"seduction"
] | "Seriously Jo?, Three weeks?" Tess asked her step-sis on their weekly Skype call to each other.
"Yep. Final assignment paper work is in the mill as we speak. I'll be back stateside before Christmas and will have some leave before I have to report," Jo told her sister-lover.
"Super! Can't wait to see you, baby!" Tess exclaimed excitedly.
"Me either. In fact, I'm thinking of flying to you first so that we can have a few days to chill before you drive home for the holidays, and I'll make the drive home with you from school, if that's cool," Jo said further.
"Seriously? You're asking if I want to hang with you? You're really asking that stupid question?" Tess replied.
"Well, you know, with all of those married chicks beating down your door these days, didn't want to get in the way of your social life," Jo jokingly replied.
Of course she knew of Tess' recent and frequent romps with married women and, while she cautioned Tess to be careful about fooling around with cheating, married women as an older sib would do, she also wasn't being judgmental; neither of the step-sibs ever being that with each other about their love lives, or more accurately, their fuck-lives.
"Everbody else has to get in line behind you, babe, you know that," Tess said to her step-sis, holding her bare breasts in both hands, squeezing them, fondling them for Jo's benefit through the Skype video connection.
Their last few video chats had been like that, Tess naked, or partially so, for her sis' enjoyment. All of the computers in the media center at Jo's base had screen-shields so that other soldiers couldn't see their neighbor's screen as they chatted with loved ones at home. Plenty of military wives, girlfriends, and husbands/boyfriends showing their soldiers plenty of flesh as a desperate attempt to keep the home fires burning for each other, so to speak. Add the mic/headset to the mix and you 'almost' had a modicum of privacy.
"Can't wait to come home, Tess, can't wait to see you, sis," Jo said in a lonesome, yearning tone, her eyes smoldering with desire as she watched her step-sis fondle herself for Jo's benefit.
It'd be something for Jo to take with her back to her cramped, but private, military quarters after their call, something for Jo to think about when in her bed, alone, pleasuring herself for physical relief at night. Jo hadn't been with another woman in over a year. Oh sure, she could've when she was in the 'Stans', Afghanistan, or Pakistan, plenty of opportunity to indulge had she wanted. But, Jo wasn't going to risk being outed in the military, perferring to ignore the come-ons from some of her fellow military women who weren't quite as discrete about their sexual proclivities. No, she'd wait until coming home, the need to be discrete while in the military being a real concern.
"Soon enough, baby, soon enough," Tess said with conviction.
"Time's almost up, sis, so what's your plan for the weekend?" Jo asked.
"Ah, I told mom (Chris, her step-mom, Jo's birth mother) I'd show the daughter of the Franks around campus while she's here for the All-State Orchestra's Concert at the Campus." The Franks were friends of their parents and their daughter was a High School Senior who was planning on attending Tess' school after graduation.
"Well, good luck with that; okay, got to go...love ya, sis," Jo said in goodbye.
"Back 'atcha, Jo," Tess replied and exchanging air kisses, the step-sibs signed off from the call.
Tess logged off of her laptop, and turning off her lights, climbed into bed to go to sleep. But, of course, that didn't happen, her mind 'busy' thinking about her courses, her sis, her 'baby-sitting' duties on Saturday, tossing and turning in her bed.
The daughter, Megan, celebrated her eighteenth birthday a week ago, according to Chris, and Tess' school was the last stop on the orchestra's three-college tour. And, Chris went on to say, the Franks, Mrs. Franks, really, thought it to be a grand idea if Tess could show Megan around the campus on that Saturday and Megan could ride home with Tess on Sunday, for the Thanksgiving Holidays.
All necessary permissions had been given, Tess was told, and all she had to do was pick up Megan at the band's hotel on Saturday morning.
Yippee-fucking-do, thought Tess, but answered, instead, "Sure mom, be glad to; the Franks know that we'll have Sunday night on the road and won't be home 'til Monday, right?"
"Yes, they do.....Tess, I really appreciate you doing this for them, I mean, you know she's their only child and, well, I'm sure you know how important Megan's happiness is to them," Chris said to her step-daughter.
"Yeah, mom, I get it....not a problem, okay? I'll give you a call when we get to a hotel on Sunday night, okay?" Tess replied, saying goodbye afterwards.
Yep, that's how it went and there was no way around it or out of it, Tess thought as she tossed about in her bed, restless.
Well, wasn't but one thing to do, Tess decided, and in a routine that both house-mates used when sleep wouldn't come, Tess walked across the hall to her house-mate's room, finding Jean sitting up in bed, reading from a textbook.
"Hey!" Jean said with a smile.
"Can't sleep," Tess grumbled as she got into Jean's bed, laying herself out next to Jean.
"Let me finish this chapter, and I'll take care of you, okay, baby?" Jean said, reaching with her hand to slip it under Tess' panties, her fingers softly rubbing Tess' pussy a second later while she returned to her reading.
"Yeaaah, that feels good...." Tess said in answer, her eyes closed as she responded to Jean's practiced touch, sighing her pleasure.
Finishing the last page of the chapter, Jean quietly closed her book, placed it on the floor next to the bed and turned off the lamp. Rolling over towards Tess, Jean slipped off Tess' panties, tossing them to the floor. Kissing Tess sweetly, tenderly, she began slowly fingering her house-mate. Jean pulled her lips from Tess', sliding her body until she was between Tess' legs. Lowering her gorgeous boobs until her nipple brushed against Tess' aroused clitoris, Jean rubbed her hard nipple back and forth across Tess' clit, the friction getting both women aroused.
Dropping her mouth to her house-mate's pussy, Jean did what she now did best. She ate pussy, she ate Tess' pussy for an awfully long, delicious time, causing Tess to tire quickly from her orgasms as a result of Jean's cunnilingus, Tess' body quaking and shaking with each one.
Cradling Tess to her body afterwards, Jean kissed the top of Tess' head, knowing that when she, Jean, couldn't sleep, Tess would do the same for her.
That's what friends do for each other, right?....
"Tess! Tess! Over here," the blonde-haired girl called from a conversation nook of the Hotel's large lobby. Turning, Tess spied Megan as the High Schooler waved at Tess.
"Hey Megan, great to see ya'," Tess said as they exchanged hugs of greetings.
"Hey Megan, is that your date for tonight?" one of the girls near where Megan had been standing called out, the girl's tone clearly teasing and mean-streaked.
"Fuck off, Claire....Aren't you late for your weekly date to blow the football team?" Megan responded in a not-so-teasing-way, "And don't foget your knee-pads this time, sweetie, you know how chapped your knees can get when you service the boys."
Megan's remark caused the cat-call girl to blush immediately, the hate in her eyes sending bolts of destruction towards Megan. Blowing out a gasp of exasperated air, the cat-call girl turned on her heels and stormed out of the lobby amid laughter from several band-mates who were standing nearby and had heard the exchange between the two, obviously, non-friends.
"Wow! Well, that shut her up," Tess remarked as she took one of Megan's bags in her hand, leading them to the front door exit. Stopping to speak with a chaperon at the large tour bus parked under the hotel canopy, Megan's name was checked and cleared, the chaperon wishing Megan good luck with her campus tour.
"Bitch!" Megan spit out as they continued their walk to Tess' Beemer, "She got mad because, what I said to her?, about her?, is the worse kept secret at school."
"Ouch," Tess remarked, "So, she's the team's punch-board?"
"Pretty much.....her and a couple of others at school," Megan replied, her anger lessening with each passing second.
"Always have the jock groupies at every school," Tess said in way of conversation.
"Yeah, I suppose...." Megan conceded, "Sad, if you ask me," stopping when Tess' trunk lid popped up as they neared the car.
"So what was she ragging on you about?" Tess asked further, more than a little curious about the 'date' remark from cat-call girl.
"Oh...when we were freshman we played 'spin-the-bottle' at a house party one night and on my turn, the bottle stopped on one of the guys. So, I closed my eyes and pursed my lips for my kiss, right? Bitch pushed the guy out of the way and laid a 'frenchie' on me while one of her cunt-friends snapped phone-pics of she and I kissing. When I heard everybody laughing, I opened my eyes and saw it was her! and everybody else was laughing at the joke." Megan explained as she got into Tess' car, "Ever since then, she always teases me about being a lez and shit like that."
"Don't sweat it, Megan; High School crap doesn't mean shit, blow it off, sweetie," Tess counseled the teenager as she started her car, backed out, and turned towards campus.
"Yeah, I know...So, how's it going with you?" Megan asked to change the subject, "Big-ass College Senior, huh? Must be great!"
"Finally," Tess laughingly agreed,"So ready to graduate next semester," the upcoming Spring semester, her reference.
"Anyplace to grab some coffee?" Megan asked as Tess turned onto the main drive into her campus.
"Great place for coffee," Tess confirmed as she pulled into a parking lot near the quad.
They sat inside the Coffee Hut because of the chilly November air, catching each other up on the past few years since Tess had been away at college.
"So, the Science School and just a general tour of campus?" Tess asked Megan after hearing of Megan's interests and plans for college.
"Yeah, that'd be wonderful; can't thank you enough for doing this, Tess, really appreciate it," Megan said to Tess, "And? Maybe? A little of the non-classroom college scene?" Megan asked further, her face and raised eyebrows showing hopefulness.
"Well, we'll see," Tess answered, rising to leave the Hut to begin the tour with Megan.
"Awwww, Tess, Please??? I can't do shit at home with my uptight parents breathing down my neck and as far as boys are concerned? I mean, come on, look at me, who's going to beat down my door?" Megan pleaded, her low self-esteem glowing like a Vegas neon sign.
Megan was around Tess' height, five-eigth'ish, lanky, slender, probably could use ten or so pounds on her frame to make her look less so. She had a swimmer's body with broad shoulders and small boobs and was a key part of a couple of the swim club's relay teams. She'd never make the Olympics as a swimmer, or anything athletic, but she could play the Cello like a master, earning first chair with the Honor Orchestra that year.
"Come on, please, please, Tess?" Megan pleaded again.
"We'll see, okay? Now, let's start over here," Tess answered, leading her charge on the walkway across the Quad to the Science buildings, across campus.
They were done with the campus in about two hours and, with Tess as a tour guide, they did a drive-around of the city, the rural countryside and the foothills nearby.
"There you have it, Megan, the fifty-cent tour of what college life will sorta' be about," Tess said as they left the hamburger stand, where they had lunched, for Tess' house.
"Like the campus and all," Megan replied, "Might not be a bad place for a few years after all."
"Good, let's head for the house and see what's shaking with the house-mate and we'll figure out something to do tonight, okay?" Tess said in reply....
"Throw your stuff in my room for now, we'll figure out sleeping arrangements later, Meg; okay if I call you Meg?" Tess said to Megan after reaching the top of the stairs and pointing to the open door of her room.
"Yeah, sure, most people do," Meg replied, laying her two small bags in the corner of Tess' bedroom, admiring the large king-sized bed and the four-poster headboard and footboard.
"Listen, I want to jump into the shower before Jean gets home and hogs all the hot water. I'll point you to the TV room and if you can't find anything to watch, we have loads of movies on the shelves," Tess said as she led Meg downstairs to the den/living room/TV room.
"Yeah, that's fine, go ahead and do your thing, I'll be fine," Meg replied with a smile.
Tess showered, shampooed, dried and dressed in record time for her, not wanting to leave her charge alone for too long. Bouncing down the stairs, she stopped on the middle landing, her face suddenly screwing-up in an 'Oh Shit!' expression.
Walking the rest of the way to where Meg was, Tess could clearly hear the familiar sounds of sex-noise coming from the TV. Peeking around the corner, Tess could see Meg sitting in the middle of the couch, her face intently watching the lesbian porn DVD playing on their system.
FUCK!! Tess shouted in her mind, berating herself for forgetting to take the damned DVD out after watching it the other night.
"Umm, Meg, Ummm, look, I'm sorry....I thought that was out of the player....aaahhhh shit! Meg, I'm sorry, just turn it off, okay?" Tess said, fumbling with her words, obviously.
"Oh no, it's okay, Tess....never watched porn before, much less Lesbian porn. Have to say, it's pretty interesting," Meg said to Tess but her eyes staying glued to the action on the screen.
"Yeah, but still....," the sound of the front door opening, cutting off her words.
"Hey Tess, how's it going, sweetie?" Jean's voice cried out when she walked through the door with one of her frequent fucks, one that Tess should know the name of but couldn't, for the life of her, ever remember.
Grabbing the remote from the coffee table quickly, Tess turned off the DVD, producing a surprised frown on Megan's face. Thinking quickly, Tess introduced Megan to Jean, leaving it to Jean to intro Di to Meg.
Di! That was her name.
"So, what are you two guys up to tonight?" Jean cried out from the kitchen, returning to the others with four ice-cold beers in her hands, handing them out.
Looking at Meg, Tess was trying to decide whether or not to protest Jean giving her a beer when Meg took the decision away by taking a long pull at the Corona, clearly not her first time at drinking beer.
"Meg, look, I'm sorta' responsible for you until we get home on Monday; are you able to handle alcohol?" Tess asked, truly a little uncomfortable with it all.
"Tess? Seriously?" was all that Meg replied.
"Look, I'm jus' sayin'......aaaah fuck it; if you get hammered, I'm not cleaning up after you, hear me?" Tess conceded, tipping her bottle neck against Meg's in surrender.
"So, answer me, what have you guys got planned for tonight?" Jean persisted.
"Nada, zilch, nuttin' honey," Tess answered, "why?"
"Well, Di and I were just talking about the fact that's it's been forever since either one of us got fuck-faced drunk. We were thinking that this cold night would be a great night to stay in and play 'shots'; you guys up for it?" Jean said while plopping down onto Di's lap, Di sitting in one of the over-stuffed chairs of the room.
"Oooooh yeah, come on Tess, let's play 'shots'," Meg chimed in excitedly, the thought of playing a drinking game appealing to her since she didn't get a chance, at home, to do much drinking with the few friends that she had.
"Shots. You want to play shots?" Tess asked Meg, noticing that Meg was sorta' watching as Di casually stroked her hand up and down Jean's leg.
"Yeah...oh, come on, Tess; we'll be 'safe', in the house, no driving, it'll be fun," Meg persisted, her desire to be included in the college gals' game driving her pleas to Tess.
"Great!" Jean declared as if the decision was made, "I'll put some music on; Tess, get the cards, and Di, get the Tequila, we keep it in the freezer, to stay cold."
"The freezer?" Di questioned as she walked into the kitchen to retrieve the cactus juice.
"Yeah," Tess called over her shoulder as she dug through the end table's drawer for a deck of cards, "Tequila's soooo much smoother when ice-cold," explaining it for Di.
The game was simple enough since the aim of the game was to get fall-down drunk; first one to pass out, loses. Not a particularly smart game but, hey!, they're college kids, okay?
Tess lost the first hand, her two of clubs being the low card in the turnover of the top cards from each player's pile of dealt cards. Grimacing as the Tequila slid down her throat, Tess did her shot to the cheers of the other three gals.
So it went for the next hour or so, the hoots and hollers getting drunkenly louder with each shot taken. Words began to be slurred after a half-hour and eyes drooping dreamingly on all four of the gals as they consumed their losing shots.
Have to say, the four young women held their own with the Tequila for much longer than one might think, but, in the end, the Tequila was winning the game as it usually does.
"Thish ish fuuuuun," Meg slurred after taking her shot, finishing the bottle by doing so. Giggling, Meg tried to stand but that wasn't going to happen, losing her balance and falling, Tess' arms able to stop her from hitting her head on the coffee table.
"You're drunk, you little sneaky slut," Tess laughingly said to Meg, all four gals laughing at Meg's fall, Tess, herself, feeling the effects of the cactus juice.
"I'm not shneaky," Meg protested, giggling with her head on Tess' shoulder, "Ooooh, look at them," Meg said, the words coming from her mouth slowly, her arm raised, finger pointing at Jean and Di rather unsteadily.
Lifting her head from where she had laid it to rest on top of Meg's head that was on her shoulder, Tess' bleary eyes took in the sight of Jean and Di drunkenly kissing each other, both of them having fallen to the living room floor, neither caring, or remembering, that they had an audience.
"Okay, time to put you to bed, but you're going to have to help me get you up," Tess said to Meg, her intention being a good one, the ability to stand without falling? not so much, Meg's unsteadiness causing them to fall back onto the couch.
"Fuck it!" Tess declared to Meg, "let's just rest for a few minutes and then we'll try it again."
"'K'," Meg slurred, her head spinning from the Tequila shots, her eyes still watching Jean and Di on the living room floor, half-closed, but, still watching as Jean, while still kissing Di, was now rubbing her hand over Di's boobs.
Tess and Meg continued to watch the other gals kiss and touch each other. Tess knew, somewhere in her fucked-up head, that she should get Meg outta' here, away from the live porno show going on in the living room. Knowing it and then being able to do anything about it?, well, that was different now wasn't it?
It was when Jean roughly pulled Di's shirt apart, lowering her mouth to suck on one of Di's nipples, that Tess snapped alert enough to try, again, to get Meg away from 'the show'.
"Come on, shweetie," Tess slurred, "Let's get you upstairs; I think we can do it this time," Tess said while hoping, really, that they could.
"Spoil-sport," Meg protested, "Let's watch some more, this is fun....." but, rising unsteadily, she allowed herself to be pulled to her feet, she and Tess weaving as they tried to find their balance.
"Yeah, yeah," Tess remarked as she led Meg to the stairs, both weaving unsteadily, stepping around Jean and Di's bodies as they continued to kiss and grope each other on the floor of the living room.
Somehow they made it up the stairs, without falling, and into Tess' room. Her original plan had been that she'd let Meg sleep in her room and she'd sleep on the couch but, as drunk as she knew herself to be, there was no fucking way she'd be able to navigate the stairs again without hurting herself.
"Okay, look," Tess said, the words slurring a bit, her body weaving a bit, "We're just going to have to share my bed, okay? No fucking way I'm going to try to make it downstairs, okay?"
"'K'," Meg slurred in response, her hands fumbling to unbutton her top which only caused her to fall onto Tess' bed, backwards, when she lost her balance.
"Fuck," Meg said, "I can do this, I know I can," trying to rise from the bed but failing, falling back onto the bed, her body not responding to her desire to stand and undress herself.
"You are shtinking drunk," Tess laughingly said, "And sho am I," both girls erupting into drunken giggles at their obvious inability to perform the most basic functions of getting ready for bed.
"Jush a little...." Meg said, laughing as she heard her own voice.
"Here, I'll get it," Tess said as her hands reached for Meg's buttons to undo them for her.
"'K'," was all that Meg could manage to muster in reply, surrendering herself to Tess to undress her since she, obviously, couldn't do crap at the moment.
Fumbling with the buttons, Tess was finally able to get Meg's top undone, flipping the top's halves open, revealing Meg's small breasts in her lacy bra. Moving her hands to Meg's jeans, Tess got them undone as well, though it took her a long time to do it. Pulling hard, Tess finally yanked Meg's jeans from her legs, letting them fall to the floor, revealing Meg's lacy briefs. Pulling Meg to sit up, she also managed to get Meg's top off, throwing it to the floor as well.
Falling back onto the bed after her top was removed, Meg felt her legs being lifted from the floor and onto the bed, Tess pulling Meg's head to lay on a pillow after she managed to get Meg's body onto the bed, fully.
"Okay!" Tess slurred, all proud of herself that she could do that. Staring down at Meg laying on her bed, Tess managed to get her own top and pants off of her body, only stumbling and losing balance twice while doing so. All the while as she undressed herself, Tess' eyes took in the teenager's body in the lacy underwear, a small spot of dampness showing on the High Schooler's briefs, Tess feeling a slight rush of heat between her legs.
Crawling over Meg's body, Tess flopped onto her back, the room and bed spinning as she lay there catching her breath from her exertion of effort. Crap, Tess thought, her head spinning, I haven't been this drunk in forever.
"Tessh?" Megan slurred.
"What?" Tess answered.
"I'm really drunk, Tesh," Meg slurred.
"Yesh, we are....I mean, yesh, you are," Tess agreed, giggling afterwards, Meg joining in the giggles.
"Can't tell mommy or daddy that you let me get drunk, Tessh, 'k'?" Meg said while stuggling to sorta' sit up, leaning on one elbow and looking down at Tess, noticing that Tess was braless, noting that Tess' boobs were gorgeous and much larger than her own.
"Oooooh no, thish is our little secret, Meg....shhhhh, mum's the word," Tess replied, giggling some more, and opening her eyes, Tess saw that Meg was staring at her naked boobs, her eyes half-closed and glazed over, but, staring, nevertheless.
It was at that moment that Meg felt herself weaving a bit on her one elbow that was supporting all of her weight, losing her balance. As if someone had simply pulled her elbow out from under her, Meg fell onto Tess, both of their foreheads knocking against the other when she landed.
"Owwww," both girls said at the same time which, of course, caused further giggling fits. Trying to push herself up and off of Tess, Meg pushed with her hand to lift herself up but failed, causing her to fall again but, this time, her head landed on Tess' pillow, next to Tess' head.
They laid there, Meg's face sorta' pressed against Tess' neck, Tess' subtle fragrance pleasing to Meg's senses, very pleasing, thought Meg for a nano-second, causing some strange stirrings within her that confused her alcohol-fueled mind.
Turning her head towards Megan's, Tess had to pull back a bit to that she could focus on the eighteen year-old's face, their noses touching afterwards, their Tequila-laced warm breath caressing each other's face, Meg's eyes still half-closed but a drunken, silly smile on her lips.
As if guided by some unseen force, as if it was a natural, reflexive action, Tess moved her head slightly forward and kissed Meg, lips closed, at first, but evolving into tender, open-mouthed kissing of each other. Surprisingly, Megan just sorta' went with it, not questioning Tess' mouth on hers, liking it, actually. Feeling familiar stirrings from her crotch, Tess pulled her lips from Megan's, a thin string of saliva breaking between them when she did.
"That was nice," Meg cooed, her lips pursed for more.
"We shouldn't do this," Tess protested, half-heartedly though, her voice low, her tone, soft, "we're both drunk," moving her lips to kiss Meg again, despite her vocal protests to the contrary.
Meg moved her head forward, slightly, in anticipation of another kiss, this time her mouth opened a bit, anxious to feel Tess' warm mouth on her own again, anxious to feel that warm flush in her belly and crotch that she felt when watching that DVD of lesbian porn earlier and from watching Jean and Di make out downstairs.
They kissed again, both girls working their lips on the other's, both girls' breathing becoming a bit heavier from the excitement of the feel of their wet lips on each other's. Moving her hand to Meg's ribcage, Tess caressed Meg's skin, slightly pulling Meg's body closer as Tess became more physically aroused, Meg letting Tess do so, liking the feel of Tess' fingers brushing up and down her skin.
Tenatively, Meg's hand found Tess' waist, touching, not exactly sure what or how to do so but enjoying the bolts of electricity that her fingertips felt when touching Tess' warm, smooth skin.
Breaking the kiss, much to Meg's dissappointment, Tess simply stared at her bed-mate, her face screwed up as if trying to decide something.
I shouldn't be doing this, Tess thought, but allowing her hand and fingers to continue to squeeze and rub up and down Meg's waist, the feel of the teenager's body to her hand now fueling her actions, the carnal thrill from touching and kissing Meg taking on a life of its own.
"That feels really good," Meg cooed, her body responding to Tess' touches and caresses, Meg joining in by rubbing and caressing Tess' waist with her hand as Tess was doing.
Meg pulled herself a bit closer to Tess' body when they kissed again so that Tess could now run her hand up and down the High Schooler's back, her hand finding and squeezing the teenager's ass in Megan's briefs, this kiss becoming more excited, more intense, their breathing becoming louder in the darkened bedroom. And when Tess' exploring hand found Megan's breast and Tess' tongue slowly slipped into Meg's mouth, Meg moaned her excitement as she opened her mouth wider for Tess' tongue to explore, each second bringing to Meg a flood of feelings to her snatch that she felt only when she masturbated, feelings that she wanted more of.
They were both squirming now as they kissed each other, both getting more excited with each passing moment, their bodies reacting naturally to the primal urges both were feeling. Tess knew that she should stop it now before it went further, but knowing it and then, doing it, were two different things that Tess chose to ignore, her libido now assuming control as it usually did.
Tess pressed her lips harder against Meg's welcoming mouth, her tongue having free rein to do what it wanted inside of Meg's mouth, her hand squeezing and fondling Meg's breasts through Meg's bra. Pulling her hand from Megan's breasts, she took Meg's hand in hers and placed it on her own naked breast, squeezing Meg's hand on her breast, showing Meg what she wanted Meg to do. When she felt Meg's hand fondling her tit on its own, Tess returned her hand to Meg's breast, pulling the bra cup up and off so that Tess' hand could caress flesh, now.
Meg fondled and felt Tess excitedly, their kissing more lustful as the carnal desires built within them both. Reaching behind Meg, Tess skillfully unhooked the two clasps of Meg's bra, freeing Meg's small, but firm, B-cup breasts from the material, throwing Megan's bra onto the floor of her bedroom. Pulling her mouth from Meg's, Tess gently pushed Meg to lay flat on her back and lowered her mouth to one of Meg's titties, sucking Meg's tit deep into her mouth and moving her body so that her upper thigh was now between Meg's legs, squirming and moving up and down against the High Schooler's crotch.
There would be no stopping Tess now, her mouth issuing grunts and groans of arousal and excitement as she sucked and tongued Meg's tits.
For Megan, it was more than her mind could process, almost; predominant among her flurry of emotions was just how goddamned good all of this felt to her. She didn't bother with thoughts of whether or not she was queer or might be queer, she didn't give a rat's ass about that. It was about the moment, all about the good feelings that doing what she was doing, she was having.
One thought that Meg would remember, later, was that all of those 'rumors' she had heard growing up about Tess-and her sister, Jo-were true, they did make out with girls. Meg would also remember that when her mother told her of the plans she had made for Tess to give her a campus tour, that Meg had had a fleeting wondering of if Tess would try to make out with her as the 'rumors' had it.
She would also remember, later, that she had wished that it would happen, that Tess would 'try something'.
She got her wish, in spades.
"Oooooh....ooooooooh God," Meg moaned when she felt Tess' finger slip into her cunt, Tess' mouth working hard to suck Meg's tits from her body, it seemed. Stopping to pull Meg's panties from her body, Tess resumed her titty sucking and finger fucking of the teenager afterwards.
Slowly, going deeper and deeper, Tess fingered the daughter of her parents' friends, not caring in the slightest, that Meg was that. Right now, Meg was a nubile eighteen year-old that Tess wanted, wanted badly. Right now, Tess, for a moment or three, was a High School classmate seducing another classmate as she had done so many times before.
Tess and her step-sib, Jo, went through the females of their High School like piranha in a wading pool of cattle. No way could activity like that remain a 'secret', teenagers just aren't built or wired that way. Thus, the rumors about Tess and Jo that they never knew about, never heard, surprisingly.
Moving so that she could rub her tits up and down on Megan's very wet pussy, Tess enjoyed teasing Meg to no end, controlling Meg like she does with all of her conquests.
Meg was now grinding her clit and pussy lips against Tess' larger breasts, Tess' hard nipple feeling like a small cock-head to Meg's pussy. Tess' nipple and tit were now slick with the teenager's juices, the smell of arousal and sex rising around them, no stopping for either of them, now.
Sliding down Meg's body, Tess kept her hands caressing, fondling, and pinching the teenager's nipples and breasts as a trail of Meg's wetness smeared her body as she slid downward, ever closer to her prize.
And when Tess reached her quest, she lowered her head and did what she did oh-so-well; she performed cunnilingus upon Meg, taking her time, relishing the taste of the eighteen year-old's pussy, loving the smell of Meg's sex as she dined at Meg's Y cafe.
The first orgasm for Meg almost took the top of her head off, the physical nature of it shaking and quaking her body like a jolt of electricity.
"Oooh God, oooh, ooooooh," Meg cried loudly, not giving a fuck if the sound carried to her parents' ears, or the Pope's for that matter; she had never, ever felt anything like this in her life, not even when she masturbated herself to sleep on many long, lonely nights.
Again and again and again, so many fucking times that Meg didn't bother to count any longer, this Tess person, this Tess friend from her hometown had caused Megan to climax, almost wearing her out from exertion, her body bathed in sex-sweat now, as was Tess'.
Finally stopping, Tess toyed with Meg's pussy for a short while, catching a breath, giving her mouth a much needed rest, enjoying the smell of Megan wafting to her nostrils from the juices that were on her lips. As she toyed and played, Tess slipped her own panties from her body, tossing them to the floor with the other clothes that had been shed.
Moving upward, Tess positioned herself so that her tit and nipple were brushing against Meg's lips, slowly, teasingly.
Megan needed no further prompting.
Opening her mouth instinctively, she sucked as much of Tess' larger breast as she could into her mouth. The sensations that she felt from her tongue playing and licking on Tess' tit surprised Megan, not expecting to feel 'those' feelings in her crotch from pleasuring somebody else.
Tess mumurred her approval of what Meg was doing to her breasts, Meg switching between both titties, now. Lifting her crotch from Meg's stomach, Tess took Meg's hand in hers, leading it to her pussy so that Meg could play with her while she sucked on Tess' tits.
Meg willingly did that. She willingly played with Tess' pussy, she let her fingers feel the wet lips of another girl's privates, taking her time, enjoying that feeling to her fingers. Slipping a finger into Tess, slowly, Meg felt a small shudder of orgasm to her snatch as she fingered another girl for the first time in her life.
She liked that she could get off by fingering another girl. She liked it a lot, she would remember later.
And when Tess was ready to experience the big "O", she let it happen, damn near suffocating poor Meg when she pressed her breast hard into Meg's sucking mouth. Grasping Meg's wrist in her hand, Tess held it firmly in place as she rode Meg's fingers (two of them) to a mind-fucking-blowing orgasm that left her quaking for a few minutes.
Falling off to the side of Meg after her body shakes stopped, Tess reached and pulled Meg to lay, partially, on top of her, kissing her long and lustfully, letting Meg taste her own juices from Tess' mouth and tongue. As Meg let herself be kissed by Tess, she, on her own, fondled and played with Tess' larger breasts, loving how they felt in her hand.
They fell asleep, laying there, heads together, Tess' arm around Meg holding her tight, Meg's hand caressing one of Tess' breasts. Both would have some thoughts about what had just happened, both would have some things to say about what had just happened, but that could wait. That could wait until tomorrow's morning light, wait until they were on the road, driving home.
They still had a twelve hour drive together and one night on the road, at a hotel, just the two of them............
(continued in chapter 14) |
Fourth Year After Ch. 01 | 34,699 | 4.71 | 1,555,868 | [
"incest",
"mother son incest",
"father daughter incest",
"aunt nephew incest",
"polyamory"
] | Author's note: This is Chapter 1 of "Fourth Year After", the last book in my series that began with "First Year After". Then Second, Third, you get the picture. If you have not read the earlier books in the series, I recommend you do, so you'll know who the characters are, how they relate to each other, and how they got to where they are now, three years after the death of Tom Barnes.
As always, all sexual acts described here involve fictional characters over the age of 18.
\~\~\~\~\~
December 20, 2015
I joined Mom at Center House for a breakfast for just the two of us, to observe the anniversary of Dad's death. Mom said, "I dreamt of your dad last night. An actual conversation. I asked him if he was okay with how our lives have changed. He said he only ever wished for me to be happy and the how wasn't as important."
I responded, "I was thinking of him early this morning, wondering the same thing. I hope your dream was true, because that's the answer I hope for."
When we were done eating, she pulled me into a hug.
"I've loved you since the day I knew I was pregnant with you, Drew," Mom said. "Yet, I am amazed every day at how that love has grown and morphed over the last three years, starting from that first night we shared your bed."
I replied, "Each little change between loving you as my mom, being attracted to you, and becoming your lover felt so gradual, but so natural, too. I think we were fated to wind up here, don't you?"
Mom's kiss started out soft, then gradually got more intense. I took her hand, and walked her upstairs into the master bedroom, and we undressed each other, silently, knowing what we needed wasn't more words. Mom walked backwards to the bed, and lay back, saying only, "Love me, baby."
I knelt in front of her, kissed my way along her thighs, then ran my tongue the length of her slit, finding her quite aroused already. After another couple of minutes of tasting and teasing her, I climbed between her thighs. I slowly entered her, holding her gaze the whole time. When I was as deep as I could go, her muscles clenched me and her smile grew.
Mom pulled my head down and kissed me again, as I began pulling back and thrusting in again. We started out slowly, reaffirming our love for each other, gradually working into a slamming fuck that left us both exploding at the same time. We cuddled for another 20 minutes, before getting up and taking a shower together, then getting redressed.
\~\~\~\~\~
Henry had been called to the hospital for a birth before breakfast, and when he got back, around lunch-time, he said, "Ginger was at the hospital, too, for one of our other patients. She said her kids are flying down on Christmas Eve morning, but aren't going to be ready to meet with us until New Year's Eve. I figured inviting them to our New Year's Party would be the easiest way to keep it just social."
"Is it still okay if Duke and Jean Anderson attend?" I asked.
He answered, "I don't see why not. If anything, it reinforces the social aspect of it, and takes the pressure off the Carpenters."
\~\~\~\~\~
December 24, 2015
I spent almost the whole day at work watching the clock, knowing that Christmas Eve meant my "date" with my Aunt Maria. It had been nine months since the brief foursome with Maria, Mom and Henry at Maria's place, when I had needed to scurry back home after just one round with each woman because Jody had been staying with us. It felt like longer, but also was a bright memory like it had just happened.
I felt a longing to make love to Maria more than just once or twice a year, but knew she had reasons to limit me. Or more precisely to limit herself. Would I be able to overcome them at some point?
How would she fit into our marriage, even if I could get her more involved with us? We were hiding the incest among the six of us by having two triads publicly, but Maria couldn't join either one, any more than Sandy could, before getting involved with Amanda and Aaron. A third family member just didn't work unless we defined a third grouping somehow.
Thinking about that led me to thoughts of how we would face a similar problem with the Carpenters. Sure, Ginger could easily become another poly-wife to Henry, Mom and Toni, but Toby and Wendy couldn't both join Patti, Amber and me in a public grouping. I imagined Toby and Sandy paired somehow to make a third grouping, but she was pregnant with Aaron's child, and would probably be marrying him and Amanda.
The company shut the offices down early, sending us home around 3 PM, so I was the first one home from work, sent a text to Patti and Amber that I was going over to West to help Toni with dinner before Patti's family and my Mom's side of the family arrived.
I winced inwardly, remembering how badly things had gone with Patti's family the year before, when they weren't accepting the polyamory we revealed. Things were better with them now, so I hoped for better. Ending the night with Maria was still going to be the highlight.
I was surprised, when I came in, and saw Ginger at the kitchen table, sharing coffee with Toni. "Merry Christmas, Ginger! I thought we weren't going to see you until New Year's?"
Ginger smiled, brightly. "Hi, Drew! It's my kids who don't want to come over here until then. I wanted to come over and wish you all a Merry Christmas, before I join them back at my condo for Christmas Eve dinner. Wendy insisted on cooking." Ginger's chuckle told me she didn't have high expectations.
"Well, tell them we all wish them a Merry Christmas, too, okay?" I poured myself a cup, and joined them at the table.
Henry and Mom were the next home, and both hugged Ginger warmly. Henry asked Toni, "Sandy still visiting her friends from high school?"
Toni nodded, saying, "She texted me half an hour ago, saying she'd be home around 4:30. It's 4:15 now."
Patti and Amber walked in together with Sandy, and Sandy was delighted to see Ginger, who got up from the table for more hugs. "I hear two of you are pregnant?" Ginger asked. "Congratulations!"
Amber pointed at Patti and Sandy, and said, "Not me. Twins are quite enough for me, right now."
Sandy hugged Ginger tight, and in an almost childish voice asked, "Are you going to marry Daddy?"
"I'm still trying to figure that out, honey. Your dad's marital status is a complicated thing, y'know?"
"Well, yeah, I get that," Sandy responded. "But it's the love that matters."
Henry spoke up, "We're not going to put pressure on Ginger, okay? This is her decision, not yours, especially since you've stayed outside of the very marriage that you're pushing her to join."
"It would still make her my step-mom, of sorts, Dad. So, I'm still entitled to an opinion, and I'm for it," Sandy said. She turned to Ginger, "Those are my two cents, that's all. I'm going to still love you, regardless."
Ginger glanced at the clock, and said, "I love you too, sweetie. I should get going, to see how Wendy's doing in my kitchen. Merry Christmas, everyone."
As Ginger was headed to the door, the doorbell rang. It was Maria, the first of the family guests to arrive. "Oh, hi, Ginger!" Maria said. "Merry Christmas! I didn't expect to see you here."
Ginger smiled. "Merry Christmas to you, Maria. I'm actually headed home. My kids are in town, and my daughter's making us dinner, or I'd stay to chat. Can I call you this weekend, instead?"
"Of course," Maria said. She searched in her purse for a business card, and gave it to Ginger. "I don't have much of an agenda Sunday, if that's good for you?"
"Maybe around noontime. Bye again, all!" Ginger said, before exiting the front door.
Maria looked confused. "Is it just me, or did that feel a bit strange? I know we clicked at your Labor Day party, but she made no attempt to call me after that, and now she wants to call me? Any idea what about?"
I said, "Maybe to talk about our family structure here?"
Maria paled. "What? Do you mean about the incest? Or about the polyamory? Why would she think I knew anything about that? Drew, what's going on?"
I took a deep breath. "She knows about the incest. She figured it out during that same party, partly because of Gavin's eyes. She's considering joining our group marriage, but is hesitating because she's got two kids of her own, and isn't sure of their acceptance or even interest."
"Why would she think I knew about the incest, though?" Maria asked.
"Because I told her I'd been intimate with you, too," I admitted.
"Why would you say that?"
I said, "I've only been intimate with Ginger one night, near the beginning of November. During some pillow talk, I got talking about all the women I had ever fallen in love with, and included your name on the list. She asked me about you being my aunt, and I admitted you'd been with me twice, Mom and Henry a few more times. She's probably just looking for your perspective on our family."
The doorbell rang again, and we had to cut the conversation short. It was Grandma and Grandpa Cooper, and before I'd even let them into the house, I could see the Taylors pull up.
Patti had already told her parents about her pregnancy, as well as Sandy's, so there wasn't any blockbuster news to cause much in the way of drama, compared to the year before.
We had our dinner, and exchanged our gifts, let the grandparents and Jody play with the kids, and eventually everyone but Maria went home. We settled the kids into the nursery, and eight of us sat around the West living room, Christmas carols playing in the background.
Maria said, "I want to get back to the conversation that got cut off when my parents and Patti's family arrived. So, Ginger knows that I've had sex with my sister and my nephew? Why would you reveal that without letting me make that decision?"
"It was a mistake, Aunt Maria," I said. "I wasn't thinking in terms of protecting a secret, when Ginger already knew the big ones. I'm sorry."
"And this was a list of women you're in love with?" she asked. "You really feel that way about me?"
"Of course," I answered. "Every woman in this room right now is on that list, and a few others besides, including you and Ginger. I don't say it unless I mean it, and you know I've told you that many times."
Maria sighed. "So, to keep me a secret, you would have needed to keep me off of that list? I guess I'll have to forgive you, if I'm going to show you how much I love you, too, sweetie. Just you and me, alright?"
"Whatever you want, Maria," I said, getting up to take her hand, and say good night to everyone else. We walked to Center House, and Maria laughed out loud when she saw the double-queen bed in its master bedroom.
"This is the bed you use when you all want to make love together?" she asked.
I said, "Yup. Sleeps six pretty easily, seven a bit cramped, but we've done it. We'll probably be using it tomorrow night, in fact."
"So, why did you choose this for just the two of us?"
I shrugged. "I wasn't sure ahead of time whether you'd want Mom and Henry to come along or anyone else, where any of the regular Cal Kings have a hard time sleeping four people. Last year, we used the bedroom we call Sandy's, even if she usually sleeps somewhere else, when she's here. But this year, she's pregnant, so I wasn't sure what she was going to do."
"Not yours, I hear," Maria said, chuckling.
"No, the dad is a guy at college that she and her roommate both love. They're looking to forge a triad of their own."
"Do you wish it were yours?" she asked.
"Not really," I said. "I love Sandy as much as any of the other women in my life, but to be public about it would be a lot, lot harder than explaining being with Amber and Patti. That's the upside of not being the father. The downside is that the roommate and the dad are living in Minneapolis, and want Sandy to join them there."
"You can't be publicly in love with me, either," she said.
"No, but it's not quite the same, either. With Sandy, it would only be difficult, not impossible, so long as we could keep from revealing that Sandy was intimate with Amber and Henry, too. It's just too much of a risk to do it, otherwise. I wish I could stand on a street corner and proclaim I love her and you too, with no consequences, but that's not the world we live in. It means I love you in private, but I do love you."
Maria kissed me in response, and started tugging at my clothes. She whispered, "Let me show you my love, Drew," as she got my shirt off. She dropped to her knees, and undid my belt, and soon had my pants down to my calves, my boxer briefs down to my knees, and her mouth was licking its way along my rapidly stiffening cock.
Her tongue swirled around the crown, and I moaned her name. She sucked the head into her mouth, locking her lips along the ridge, pulling against it as her tongue tickled the tip then slid along the frenulum as she took more of me into her mouth.
We had done a 69 the Christmas Eve before, but this felt more intense, maybe because our attentions weren't divided, maybe because of how long I'd anticipated being with her again. This time, she let my cock slip into her throat on one of her downstrokes, and the moment I realized it, my orgasm burst free, and my first shot went straight down her throat, the others filling her mouth as she pulled back to suck and swallow.
"God, that was amazing, Maria," I said, as she licked the head one more time and sat back. I finished kicking off my pants and underwear, then lifted her up so I could kiss her, only to find that her mouth was still full of my cum, which she shared with me. The kiss turned into its own sex act, as both of our tongues were in battle, seeking every last drop of my essence. I was hard again, when I parted from her and grunted, "My turn."
She was in a knee-length red dress. I kissed the side of her neck as I lowered the zipper down her back, amazed to find that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I slipped the sleeves down her arms, and moved my hands to her breasts as the dress fell to her feet, revealing that there were bra cups built into the dress.
I pulled her back into me, and my cock settled at the waistband to her panties, also red. I squeezed her breasts while nibbling on her left earlobe, then whispered, "Lie over the edge of the bed, auntie," walking us to the edge of the King.
Face down on the bed, her legs dangled over the edge, her knees not able to reach the floor. I knelt behind her, spreading her legs, and watched a droplet of her arousal reverse course and slide towards her clit.
I shoved my face between her legs, and snagged that delicious drop with my tongue, then I let my instincts take over, my tongue thrusting into her, running the length of her cleft, slipping around and over her clit.
Eventually, I was supporting her thighs on my shoulders, her knees bent and her feet in the air, my face fully pressed against her cunt, and she started to shudder and I increased my fervor, and her orgasm intensified. "Oh, Tom! That's so good! I want you to fuck me, now!" she cried. I let her using my Dad's name slide, and got up onto my feet, pushed her legs so her knees were on the mattress and her butt was elevated a few inches over the mattress, and I slammed my cock into her wet cunt from behind.
I was so turned on, I couldn't go slow. Gradually, Maria's body was getting more and more pushed onto the bed, and I had to grab her hips to pull her back, and we slammed together. Maria grunted, and began more actively pushing back into me, and even with the earlier orgasm from the blowjob, I had to succumb to another one, just as she squealed, "I'm cummmminggg, cumming, Tom!"
This time, she realized her mistake, and started to cry, even as her body continued to shake. I jumped up onto the bed, and turned her so we were face to face. "It's okay," I said. "It's okay, Maria."
She looked at me, terrified, as her tears eased. "I'm sorry, Drew. You deserve better than to be with someone who can't keep her men straight."
"Mom did it to me too, okay?" I said. "I am neither surprised nor offended to be mistaken for Dad in the middle of sex. It's a compliment, in its own way. It's not like you were looking me in the eyes when you did it. I was behind you."
"You are so good, Drew. Most guys would flip out."
"Most guys don't get mistaken for their own Dad," I said, chuckling. "It's a unique situation. But even if you had called me Henry, I'd be okay with it. It just means I reduced you to instinctual thinking. The crude way of saying it is I fucked your brains out. Only thing better is making you forget your own name."
"You do that, too," Maria sighed. "God, I wish you weren't my nephew. And already married to four other women."
"You could be the fifth, if you wanted to," I said, softly, amazed with myself as I said it.
Wide-eyed, she said, "Oh, my god. You're serious. Aren't you?"
Too late to back away. "Of course. I'm in love with you and, even if the world can't know it, I want the people I *can* trust to know that I consider you an equal with Mom, Toni, Patti and Amber. My love isn't diminished, by loving multiple women. If anything, it gets stronger the more I love. The only limits on me loving multiple people, really, is time enough to spend with them, and a bed big enough to sleep with them. Will you be my wife, even if it's only for this one night out of the year?" I hoped the compromise would help get me a 'yes'.
She stared at me, for a full minute, before saying, "You're crazy, you know that?" She wasn't smiling, so it wasn't a joke.
"I'm sure a shrink would label me 'abnormal', at the least," I replied. "My heart doesn't seem to know how to say 'no' to love, even when it's clearly going to make my life more complicated. I know this already. Asking you to marry me doesn't make sense logically, but my heart doesn't care. Please say 'yes'? Let your heart love me, for me. You can love both me and Dad, separate and equal, on our own individual merits. Please?" I shut up, before I started repeating myself, and waited for an answer.
"No," she whispered. "The answer is no. If you can't tell yourself 'no', I have to. I love you, Drew, I do. But I can't be your wife, you can't be my husband for a long list of reasons I'm sure your brain knows but your heart wants to ignore. I'm sorry, but no. I need to go back to just being your aunt." She got out of bed, pulled her panties and dress back on, and left.
For the first time since the weeks after my Dad's death, I cried. I'd lost her.
\~\~\~\~\~
December 25, 2015
Nobody said anything in the morning about Maria's absence, but I think they could all see that I was hurting, so I got a lot of loving hugs.
When the seven of us sat down to exchange gifts, before the babies woke, I had a special one for Amber. She was sitting in the love seat, next to Patti, and I knelt before them both, and said, "Amber, last year I asked you to accept a pendant like Mom's and Toni's as a symbol of our marriage, and you chose to have me get you earrings as a symbol of the six of us, instead. What I should have given you was a ring just like Patti's, once we decided that our public image was going to be a triad. Today, I'm rectifying that mistake."
She gasped as I pulled a jewelry box from my pajama pants, and opened it to show a three-part ring, structured like Patti's, but with yellow gold as the center band instead of rose, and an emerald-cut diamond instead of princess-cut. Her left hand was shaking, so I grasped it to hold it still while I slipped the ring onto her ring finger, that had gone unadorned for too long. Patti was holding her right hand, to keep that one from shaking, too.
When I looked up, her eyes were misty, but had not shed a tear. She said, "I love you, Drew. I truly was okay with just the earrings, because the love of all five of you matters more to me than anything material. But I'll happily show off this ring and tell anyone who asks that my poly-husband loves me very much, because I know it in my mind, heart and soul that you do. Just like you've always said the three colors symbolize."
Then it was Henry's turn to kneel before Toni and he gave her a wedding ring as well, although this one more closely resembled the braided tri-color pattern of the rings he and I both wore, but with a center setting of both diamonds and sapphires. He said, "All four of our wives deserve to wear rings, whether or not there's a wedding license involved. We love you, Toni, and want the whole world to know it. To the public, this ring might only symbolize Tina's and my love, but in private it's from all of us." He slipped the ring onto her finger, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
I saw one tear roll down Toni's cheek, before she was able to say, "I love you all so much. I'm so glad I decided to take that walk down the beach that one night, to discover not only the secret between Drew and Tina, but the love I've always wanted in my life."
After the rest of our gifts were exchanged, we woke the babies, and coaxed them through tearing the paper off of their first Christmas gifts. Following so closely after their birthdays, I doubted they understood a bit of it. It was more for us parents.
\~\~\~\~\~
Our gift exchange with my Barnes family later in the day wasn't particularly notable.
\~\~\~\~\~
Mom came to East that night, and climbed into bed with me. "Maria told me what happened, when she came over to West to get her car. The rest of the family knows she left, but not exactly why. I'm sorry, Drew."
"My own fault," I muttered.
"For loving her, and telling her so?" Mom asked. "I hope you don't really believe that."
I shook my head. "No. For not keeping myself from proposing, when she wasn't remotely ready to say 'yes'."
Mom and I simply held each other, until I fell asleep.
\~\~\~\~\~
December 31, 2015
We hosted our New Year's Eve party in Center. I had called Duke and Jean to let them know that an old flame of Henry's was attending with her kids. I let Ginger know that my best friend and his wife, who had been best man and bridesmaid at our wedding, while Patti and I were matron of honor and best man at theirs, were attending. I added that they were aware of my incest, so she didn't have to worry if that topic came up, but I expected this to be just a get acquainted gathering with her kids.
Patti's parents and sister Jody agreed to watch all of our kids for the night.
Ginger arrived first, giving all of us hugs and kisses. I asked her, "How are your kids feeling about all this, right now?"
Ginger replied, "They're doubtful, particularly Toby. I don't think he's prepared to share Wendy or me, although he's looking forward to seeing Amber and Sandy again. Wendy's more optimistic, but would probably follow Toby's decision."
Jean and Duke were the next to arrive. Before I could even introduce them to Ginger, Jean cried out, "Aunt Ginger? You're Henry's old flame?" They hugged, then stepped apart but held hands, as Duke looked on in surprise.
Ginger recovered quickly, as she turned to me. "Hold on. Drew, you said you were best man at the wedding of the couple who were coming tonight? That's Jeannie and Duke? Your whole family attended?"
I answered, "Yeah, we were all invited as friends of both bride and groom, in addition to Patti and I being in the wedding party."
Ginger sighed, before saying, "My kids and I couldn't make it because my Mom had just entered hospice in Oregon, although it was another five weeks before she passed. Afterwards, I heard from Monica, my sister-in-law, all about how my nephew David got a blowjob from the best man's sister Sandy during the reception. I hadn't met you, yet, or I might have remembered if she said the best man's name was Drew. Sounds like little Miss Sandy, though."
"Did I just hear my name?" Sandy called out as she came out of the downstairs bathroom.
"Yeah, sis," I said. "It turns out that Ginger heard about your exploits at Duke and Jean's wedding as family gossip, because it turns out she's Jean's aunt."
"You're kidding, right?" Sandy snickered. "Is this family just a magnet for coincidences? Dad moves in next door to Tina and Drew, only to find that we all know Patti? Then Amber turns out to know your friend Kenny, Ginger was Toni's sister's doctor and now she's also Jean's aunt? Let me guess, Ginger's maiden name is Parker, too?"
Ginger answered, "Bingo. Jean is my older brother Derek's daughter. I heard the gossip from my younger brother Ken's wife, Monica."
Jean asked, "Are Toby and Wendy coming here, too?"
The doorbell rang, and Ginger said, "That should be them, now. Let's knock their socks off, Jeannie. Hide behind the door, and do a 'guess who?' from behind them."
I flashed back to when Patti did the same thing to Amber at the very same door and could tell from their smiles that both of them were remembering it as well. We watched as Jean stepped beside the front door, and Ginger let her kids in, drawing them into a hug as she closed the door, so Jean could creep up on them from behind.
My first glance of Wendy only confirmed what Ginger had said about resembling Amber, but I could now see traits that resembled both Ginger and Jean, too. She jumped when Jean said "Guess who?" into her ear, and spun around. They both squealed, as Wendy grabbed Jean into a hug and, before anyone could say anything, was kissing her, passionately. Jean melted into it, returning just as much energy back to Wendy.
I don't know whose eyes were widest from surprise, Ginger's, Duke's or Toby's. Duke finally stepped up to them, and cleared his throat. Jean looked his way, and finally pulled away from Wendy, squeaking out an "Oh god, Wen," then turning Wendy around to see all of us watching them. Jean said, "Wendy, Toby, I'd like to introduce my husband Duke Anderson. You guys were visiting your mom every time Duke was in Denver with me, before the wedding. I never imagined this would be the place you would finally meet, but I'm glad you finally did."
Toby shook Duke's hand, but was clearly still focused on his sister, so when Wendy kissed Duke just as hard, Toby finally spoke up. "Wendy? What the hell are you doing?"
She ended the kiss and, turning back to her brother, said, "They know. It's okay now."
"Know what?" Jean asked.
Ginger looked my way, and asked, "Drew, did you tell them?"
I simply said, "No, I didn't. I only told them you three knew Henry and his daughters. I didn't think to share names, or we wouldn't have gotten this surprise."
"What's going on?" Duke asked. "What didn't we get told, that Wendy thinks we did?"
Wendy suddenly looked scared, until Ginger broke the silence. "Well, there's no getting around it, now. Duke, Jeannie, my kids and I share the same incest secret Drew does with his family. He told me that you were aware of their secret, in case anything slipped out tonight, and that's what I told my kids. Apparently Wendy thought I meant you knew our secret, too, without knowing who we were, exactly. Drew certainly didn't know we were part of Jeannie's family."
Jean stepped between Wendy and Duke, and asked Wendy, "Toby and your mom?"
Wendy nodded meekly, then took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "The weird part is it all started because of you. I've always felt like we were close whenever the families were together, even though you're 4 years older. The summer after I graduated high school, when grandpa died and we all got together for the funeral and our families helped clear out his house and settle his estate, I felt myself getting so turned on by you. Then I overheard you admit to Aunt Monica that you were bisexual, but I couldn't gather the courage to tell you what I felt for you. I did write about it in my journal, though. After I joined Toby in college two years ago and we were sharing an apartment, he read those entries and called me on it. That led to him admitting he was attracted not only to you, but to me, too, and we've been a couple since then."
"And your mom?" Jean asked.
Wendy answered, "We told Mom about us last month. Her reunion with Henry and finding out about the incest in his family, had her thinking the same way about us. We had our first time with Mom over Thanksgiving break in Denver, then again while we've been here in Dallas for Christmas. We're actually here to get to know this group better before deciding whether to try being intimate with them, too. Are you two part of all that?"
Jean answered, "I was, briefly, more than two years ago, before the Kilsons were involved, but not now. When I was interning after my Junior year, I became intimate with Drew and Patti as a threesome, before accidentally finding out Drew's secret, then made love with Tina and Toni as well a few times. I met Duke through them, and stopped the sex with them so I could focus on being with Duke. He knew I had been with Drew and Patti, but didn't know the rest until a year ago, at the same time we both learned about the Kilson's incest. I've never been intimate with the Kilsons, and Duke hasn't been with any of them."
Wendy turned to Duke and asked, "Why haven't you? Because of the incest?"
Duke replied, "Maybe a little bit, but mostly because I prefer to stay their friend, rather than risk that by trying to turn the relationship sexual and having it fail, then not be able to go back to being friends. I... I don't make friends that easily, so the ones I have are precious."
"Wendy, what's going on?" Toby asked, confused.
"Isn't it obvious, brother?" Wendy said. "I am still attracted to Jean, and want to make love to her, if she'll have me - have us - in her life like that. I'm trying to figure out how she and Duke both feel about incest, whether mine and yours, or the prospect of having sex with her cousins. They're clearly tolerant of what happens in this household, so I'm hoping they'll be okay with ours."
"Come here, both of you," Jean said, taking their hands. Looking them both in the eyes, she said, "I dearly love you both. Your attraction to me comes as a surprise, though, so it's premature for me to make some kind of decision about that. After all, it's been more than three years since we've even seen each other, between colleges, my being in Dallas and your grandmother being sick in Oregon. We would need time to get to know each other again, for Duke to get to know you, period. Speaking just for myself, I'd say I'm a maybe, with the incest actually not being a major factor. I'll let Duke make his own choice about whether he wants to join me if I decide to say yes." She then walked over to Ginger, saying, "How are you taking all this, Auntie? You look stunned."
Ginger blinked, then hesitantly said, "I feel like I'm in a whirlwind, Jeannie. Three months ago, I came back to Dallas just hoping to reunite with Henry, only to find out that not only was he married, but he considered himself married to his daughter and his legal wife was married to her son, plus there are two more women involved, and they all wanted me to think about joining them in their group. I didn't know how to tell my kids, was afraid of the sexual thoughts I began having about them. Only to find out that my own kids had gotten intimate without me knowing, and wanted me to join them, too, which I did. Now with Wendy propositioning you and Duke today and finding out that you've already made love to some of the same people I have, I find myself faced with choices I never thought I'd have to make."
"What does your heart tell you?" Jean asked. "It usually knows the right answers, even when our heads don't."
Ginger didn't answer right away, then couldn't, as Jean stepped closer and pulled her aunt's head down into a soft kiss. We could hear Ginger's surprised moan from across the room, as Jean put her free hand on Ginger's ass, pulling them tightly together.
Jean converted the kiss into a full-body hug, and softly said, "Wendy said she felt attracted to me several years ago, but didn't say anything. Hearing that brought me full-circle. That was me, a few years before, in my feelings for you. Feeling attracted to you let me realize I was bi. With that knowledge, I had my first experiences with women in my Freshman year. When Wendy heard me confess to Aunt Monica, it was because of how I was looking at you. Without all that, I probably wouldn't have gotten involved with Drew and Patti. I wouldn't have met Duke and I wouldn't be here tonight to tell you I love you, too. I guess I'm asking you for the same consideration that Wendy's asking from me. Will you let me be your lover?"
Jean's question pushed Ginger over the edge. She swooned, and Tina couldn't hold her up. I got behind Ginger, and lifted her into my arms, carrying her to a couch. Henry was checking her pulse when she came to and, once she recognized Henry, asked, "What am I going to do, Henry?"
Henry put his hand against her cheek and said, "You're going to be happy, sweetheart, that's what. You have all of these people offering you love. Who says you have to choose between them? Society expects us to pick one person to love, for ever after, but I've learned to accept that there's room in my heart to love more than one person, and to accept love from more than one. Stop trying to pick, and accept love from all of us. Maybe not all of us at the same time, but I can take turns, too. However much of yourself you can share, I will be delighted to accept."
"No!" whined Toby. "I don't want to share. She's my mom, and she just started being my lover. Now you want her to divide her time between all the people here tonight? That's crazy!"
"I used to think like that, Toby," Amber said to him. "I didn't want to share my Dad with anyone, even when I saw the logic in him dating your mom and then Tina, before we realized Tina's family shared our secret. But Drew, Patti, Tina and Toni helped me see the same thing that my Dad is talking about. Their relationship was based not on possessiveness and jealousy, but being happy when their partners are happy with someone else. Even when I was involved with someone who didn't know about my Dad and me, they loved and supported me. Dad's love for other women doesn't diminish what he feels for me, or how I feel about him. By opening my own heart, I get the love of Drew and my co-wives, even Sandy. I'm hoping your Mom, you and Wendy can join in on that, even part-time. Not because you have to, but because you want to."
"And if I don't feel love for you or your spouses?" he asked.
"Then you don't feel it. But I do know your mom loves my dad and vice-versa, and I've been willing to share him with her from the first day she came back into our lives, because she makes him happier. All you need to do is give her the same freedom. Let her heart feel what it will, then feel happy that she's happy, even if it's with someone else. Is it easier to share her time when you're in the same house with her other lovers, or even in the same bed during sex? Sure it is. That's why we're trying to get to know each other better, to see whether the nine of us develop the feelings that would let us form one marriage. Or maybe it might be eleven, now?" Amber asked, glancing towards Jean and Duke, who were standing nearby. "No decisions have to be made tonight, one way or the other. Let's just have fun tonight, and not worry about the rest until next year, okay?"
"I guess," he answered.
The tension Toby introduced never completely went away, but we tried our best to make it a fun night. Everyone was spending the night, so alcohol flowed freely, except for Sandy and Patti, which loosened people up as the night went by.
Toby and Wendy seem inclined to only socialize with Jean, Ginger, Henry, Amber and Sandy, who they already knew. Thankfully, we had a whole set of games lined up to play, and randomizing the players did get them to interact with all of us over the course of the night.
Henry and Duke, who hadn't interacted much in the past, seemed to click really quickly, engaging in several discussions about the possibilities in new construction methods for possibly custom-building a larger house for our family during and between the games. There was a lot about Henry which reminded me of Duke's father, so I wasn't surprised. Duke's stepdad was almost a complete opposite.
Wendy was flirty with all of the men, and Sandy and Amber, but less so with Patti, Toni or Mom, especially if Toby was nearby. His possessiveness was clear, and remembering what Amber said about his maturity, he sounded several years younger than he really was.
\~\~\~\~\~
January 1, 2016
When it came to midnight kisses, we were four men to eight women, so two of the pairings were female. Henry was kissing Ginger, Duke was with Jean, Toby with Wendy, and I was kissing Mom. Amber kissed Toni and Patti was with Sandy.
Without saying anything, everyone switched, and Ginger kissed Toby, Wendy went to Jean, Amber came to me, Henry kissed Mom, Sandy kissed Toni, leaving Patti to kiss Duke. While this wasn't the first time he'd ever kissed Patti at midnight, he seemed extra nervous about it.
After, I pulled him aside and asked, "How are you doing, with all the revelations tonight? It's certainly not what I expected tonight to be."
"I really don't know, Drew," he admitted. "I want to do what will make Jean happy, but if she and I get sexually involved with the Carpenters, and your poly-marriage gets more fully involved with them too, perhaps even merging families, how do I keep from getting involved with you guys, too? Your friendship really does mean a lot to me. I don't want to risk it."
I responded, "I can't tell you what to feel, Duke, but if you do have feelings of attraction and love and avoid pursuing those out of fear that things wouldn't work out, I think you would be missing out, and underestimating our ability to stay friends regardless. Patti and I haven't had sex with Jean in more than two years. Did it ever interfere in our ability to be her friend?"
"No," Duke admitted. "Jean considers Patti her best friend in Dallas, perhaps her best friend, period. But I also want you to understand that you didn't have an existing friendship with Jean that turned sexual, then turned back to friendship. You went from acquaintances to sex to friends, mostly because she was involved with me and wound up working at the same company as Patti. You could just as easily have never seen each other after that summer ended and your period of intimacy was actually based on that goodbye actually happening. You didn't have to recover a friendship that you tried to change to something else."
"Point well made. Well, the 'no decisions tonight' applies to you, too. We've set aside Sandy's bedroom in East for you and Jean. Amber, Patti and I are going to be in the East master, while the Carpenters will take the bedroom in Center, and Henry, Mom, Sandy and Toni are going to have West House. Sleep on it, and maybe we can talk some more in the morning."
When the party wound down at 1, we said our good nights to the Carpenters, and the five of us walked over to East, and walked Duke and Jean to Sandy's room, and Patti, Amber and I walked back along the hallway to the master bedroom, and actually settled in to sleep.
\~\~\~\~\~
Around 3, I felt parched, and got up to go to the kitchen. The moment I opened the bedroom door, I could hear a female moan from down the hall, then "Fuck me, Duke! Oh, god!" pretty clearly, followed by more moans.
I looked back towards my wives, and Amber and Patti were both looking at me from the bed. Patti said, "That's not Jean."
"It doesn't sound like Ginger, either," Amber said.
"That leaves Wendy," I said, and they both agreed. I quietly walked down the stairs, got a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge, and returned. On the way back, I heard another female moaning, and this was definitely Jean's voice. The door to Sandy's room down the hallway was ajar.
After closing the master bedroom door, I slipped back in bed, and Patti said, "It sounds like it's just Jean, Duke and Wendy. I don't think Toby's with them."
"Earlier, it didn't sound like either Jean or Duke were ready to commit to doing anything with them, so what changed their mind?" I asked.
"I bet Wendy just snuck into their bed," Amber said. "A naked girl can be mighty enticing. It was enough for my Dad, once I knew he was looking at me differently."
\~\~\~\~\~
In the morning, I went downstairs to make coffee and get started on breakfast, and Duke was already downstairs, sipping orange juice on the living room couch. We made eye contact, and he said, "You heard, I guess."
"We all did, and guessed it was Wendy. Did she just sneak in?" I asked.
Duke said, "Yes. I woke up, and she and Jean were already in a 69 right next to me. When Wendy reached over and rubbed my prick, there wasn't a question I was going to join in. I knelt behind her, and slammed in. I actually spanked her a couple of times for sneaking in, calling her a dirty girl, which only made her hotter."
"You bastard! She's mine!" we heard shouted, and Toby ran across the room and took a mistimed swing at Duke. Duke evaded it easily, and a quick punch to Toby's stomach made him drop to the floor, face-down.
Duke growled, "Stay down, kid. Wendy clearly makes her own choices. If you want her to stay in your life, never mind your bed, you better learn it, quickly."
Jean and Wendy appeared on the stairs, and both gasped at seeing Toby sprawled on the floor. Wendy said, "I'd ask what happened, but I can guess." She crossed the room to her brother, and kneeling by him as he rolled to his back, declared, "Toby, you don't own me. Even if I have some submissive tendencies, that doesn't make me your slave. I wanted to be with Jean this morning, and since she was in bed with Duke, it only made sense to see how the three of us would do together, before seeing how the four of us would do, or maybe five if we include Mom the way Jean wants. You're going to fuck that all up, if you get jealous."
Patti and Amber came down the stairs next, eyes filled with questions. And Ginger came through the sliding glass door with Henry, Mom, Sandy and Toni, too. Wendy explained the events of the night. Ginger crossed the room to Toby, and sat next to him on the couch, whispering, while the rest of us busied ourselves in the kitchen, and quickly had a big breakfast ready.
By then, Toby had come and apologized to Duke, then hugged Wendy tight to him, saying, "I'm afraid of losing you."
"I know you are, dummy," Wendy said. "The problem is that you're insisting that this is a choice between my being with you or being with someone else. When what I'm hoping for is to have you **and** them, and Mom, on the occasions when we can get to Dallas, or they can come to Denver. When it's just you and me in Denver, I'm yours, but it's by my choice, not obligation or ownership. I'm not going to put up with this possessiveness. I love you, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. But my heart and body want to love other people, too. If we can love them together, that's great, but if it means loving them separately, I will."
"And what about the Barnes-Kilson group?" Toby asked.
Wendy looked around, knowing that we were all listening. "I'm saying 'Not right now'. Given that we're still going to be living in Denver at least until I finish college in 17 months, anything with Mom or Jean and Duke is only going to be occasional, not a 24x7 marriage like these folks have. That might change once we graduate, but until then, it will be hard enough missing the people I already love - Mom and Jean. Pursuing even more long distance relationships right now just doesn't make sense. If Mom is still involved with them after school's done, we can reevaluate. For now I say we give her our blessing to be happy with whoever she chooses."
"Yes, Mom. You have our blessing," Toby added.
I looked towards Ginger, and saw a tear fall from her face, but she was smiling, too. There was no longer a conflict between her involvement with her kids and whatever involvement with us she chose to have.
After breakfast, we bid farewell to our guests, cleaned up from breakfast, and ran over to the Taylors to pick up our kids.
\~\~\~\~\~
That night, I was getting ready for bed with Mom and Toni, and asked, "Do you think Wendy and Toby will change their minds, down the road?"
Mom answered, "Toby would need to grow up a little, make that a lot, first. He's way too possessive of Wendy for him to share her, although he did agree to share Ginger."
I said, "If I read Toby right, he wouldn't dare claim ownership of his own mother, so letting her go wasn't much of an issue. But his sister? He definitely thinks of her as his and his alone. But they can't all three join into the two public poly marriages we hide behind, anyway."
"True," Mom said. "The same way Sandy can't join either one."
"Or your sister Maria," Toni said, as we climbed into bed.
I said, "I think I screwed up any chance that Maria would join us, anyway. I actually proposed to her on Christmas Eve, and she said no. It's the reason she left early."
"Why?" Toni asked. "Anyone who sees her with you knows that she loves you."
"I think I'm still tangled up in her heart with her feelings for my Dad."
"She knows the difference, Drew," Mom responded.
"She's said a couple of times that her head knows the difference, but her heart doesn't. She called me Tom twice the other night, while we were having sex."
"I've done that, too," she countered.
I nodded. "I mentioned that to her, when she got upset for doing it. But you only did it one time at the beginning, and Dad had been your previous lover for 25 years before me. How many other relationships has Maria had since giving up Dad, that lasted longer than Dad? We're jumbled together, and being able to express my love for her just once or twice a year hasn't been enough to change that, and now it may never get straightened out, because she wants to go back to just being my aunt."
Mom caressed my cheek, before saying, "What else was it that you said when that happened to me? That you were trying to make me forget my own name, so it was no surprise I mixed up yours and Tom's? I'd like some more of that, if you don't mind."
"Me, too," Toni said.
"On your knees, then, Tina. You can eat out Toni while I try to make you forget your name."
They both complied with my command, and I dropped down to give my Mom a couple of quick licks, before I knelt behind her, and slowly drove my cock into her, basking in her warmth before pulling back, and sliding all the way back in.
Toni decided to rotate into a 69 under Mom as I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. Mom was moaning, before her face dipped into Toni's crotch again. I reached between the two women to grab Mom's breasts, and pinched both of her nipples, and she jolted in surprise, then thrust back at me. I felt a small amount of milk squeezed out, and rubbed it around her areola.
Continuing to hold Mom's tits with thumb and index finger squeezing her nipples, I slammed into her, then gave her a series of fast short strokes, only withdrawing about halfway. She pulled away from Toni's crotch to cry out, "Oh, fuck me, Drew. Give me all you've got!"
I felt Toni's tongue run along my shaft as I withdrew, then she returned her attention to Mom's clit. I knew Mom was close to her peak, but I hissed, "Not yet," and Toni and I dragged it out as long as we could, building her higher and higher. Just as I felt her spasm around me, I pinched her nipples again, and she positively exploded, jerking between Toni and I, and I came, grunting "Tina, fuck, Tina, I'm cummmminggg!"
As I eased myself out of her, Toni said, "I think she passed out, Drew."
Sure enough, Mom was unconscious. I helped Toni roll Mom off of her, and immediately took her place over Toni, sucking her labia into my mouth, then licking her clit and sliding two fingers inside, seeking her g-spot. Mom must have gotten her very close to orgasm, as it only took 45 seconds for Toni to be shuddering under me.
Mom was awake again and watching us, but making no move to rejoin us. Her hands caressed her boobs, soothing her nipples.
When Toni recovered enough, she grabbed my cock and pulled it into her mouth, and soon I was hard again and Toni was pulling on my buttocks to force my cock into her throat. She gagged a little, but kept at it, and soon was pushing and pulling on my hips, to get me to fuck her mouth and throat, at a pace that let her breathe.
I focused on her pleasure, seeking to give her a second oral orgasm, and once I did, I pulled my cock away from her, spun around, and thrust into her pussy and started a rapid fucking that made her cum two more times before I gushed my second load into her. Mom joined in, licking at Toni's breast, and kissing her, then after I pulled out they returned to a 69 so they could both clean my cum out of each other. I watched, enamored of them both. Losing Maria still hurt, but I knew I was certainly not lacking for love.
After another orgasm each, they finally parted, and sought out my mouth to kiss me, with our tastes smeared on their lips.
"God, you two took me beyond ecstasy, tonight," Mom said, as she cuddled into my right side, as Toni claimed my left. Mom added, "Maria made the wrong choice, baby. Maybe some day, she'll realize it, too."
I hoped so.
\~\~\~\~\~
Up Next: Who knows? I haven't written it all yet. |
Don't Date the Bitch in Apartment 23 | 20,531 | 4.79 | 1,253,461 | [
"chloe",
"june",
"fingering",
"oral",
"first date",
"public sex",
"roommate",
"girlfriend",
"television",
"don't trust the bitch in apartment 23"
] | This a Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23 story.
\*
Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23. That's what June was told the day she met Chloe and moved into apartment 23. True, the first person who told her that was a little crazy, not Chloe crazy, but still a little quirky, but several other people told her that and continued to do so, although she ignored them. Sure Chloe was a little crazy, or okay maybe a lot crazy, but she had a charm which was hard to describe. June wouldn't trade Chloe for anything, especially not now.
It was kind of funny, she was never told don't date the bitch in apartment 23. Maybe other people thought that went without saying. Of course if they had told her she would have ignored them, because dating Chloe was great. Or at least, it was going to be. Technically they hadn't actually gone on a proper date yet. Hell, the first week they were together Chloe didn't let her leave the apartment, and she was only able to return to work this week by doing unspeakable sexual things. That was also how she got Chloe to have her proper date with and not just ordering take-out and spending almost all night having sex.
"Hurry up June." Chloe called from the hall, "The sooner we leave the sooner we can get back and I can fuck your corn-fed ass with my strap-on!"
June blushed, checked herself once more in the mirror and then walked out and nearly bumped into her roommate who had a wicked grin on her face, "Now Chloe, don't give me that look. I know that look, and we don't have time."
"Ah, come on June..." Chloe purred, advancing on her pray.
"We're going to be late for our reservation." June warned.
"Just a quick finger bang." Chloe pushed.
June sighed, and did the only thing she could do in this kind of situation, "Chloe, I love you."
"Urgh, lady boner killer!" Chloe huffed, crossing her arms and standing aside to allow June to head for the door.
"Stop pouting, I told you, we can have sex again when we get back." June said, turning back when she reached the door to see a little smirk on Chloe's face. She thought nothing of it, but she should have known that was a mistake.
\*
"Chloe! You shouldn't have!" June exclaimed, resisting the urge to hug her girlfriend.
Chloe shrugged and mumbled something about James, Luther and how it was nothing but June was too busy keeping in her excitement in. She had always dreamt of riding a limousine, and while she had achieved those dreams shortly after moving to New York that first-time had been ruined by Chloe vomiting directly into her bag, and she didn't even think about the other times. More vomiting or something worse wasn't entirely out of the question when Chloe was involved, but June was fairly confident the worst thing she would have to worry about was Chloe trying to finger her before they reach the restaurant.
She was right, the second they were inside the limousine Chloe jumped her an almost literally shoved her tongue down her throat. A few minutes of frantic kissing later one of Chloe's grabby hands moved from June's tits to down between her legs, at first just rubbing her through her dress before sliding her naughty hand up her thighs. It felt really good, and June was briefly tempted to just let Chloe have her way with her, but ultimately she decided she had to put a stop to this. After all, she was always going to be the sensible one in this relationship, and it was about time she did her job.
"Chloe, we're going to be there soon!" June whined when she broke the kiss.
"Not that soon." Chloe growled in her ear, "Sweetie, this is New York. Besides, you're underestimating how quickly I can make you cum."
With that Chloe pressed her lips to June's neck, kissing all over the tender area that she had so thoroughly marked this morning. Not that Chloe was really disappointed it faded, because now she could mark June all over again. Namely by going all vampire and biting June's neck hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to break the skin. Just enough to mark her territory. God, when did she become so territorial over another human being? Oh, right. Falling in love. God, just thinking it made her want to vomit, but June made her embarrassingly happy so Chloe was doing her best to ignore the urge to destroy this adorable blonde.
Right now she was doing a good job of not fucking this up and more importantly giving June pleasure. Something which was wonderfully easy to do. Just a few minutes of kissing and biting June's neck, and a little rubbing the cute blonde through her panties, and June was already a incoherent wreck, constantly letting out the most adorable little whimpers as Chloe concentrated on the task at hand, and not the way things those thing made her feel. Ha, task at hand. Cause June's pussy was her task and she had it in hand, or at least fingertips, the other girl already so wet she was ruining her panties. Wait a second...
"Who gave you permission to wear panties?" Chloe growled with a wicked smile, "I told you, they just get in my way!"
"Chloe!" June exclaimed as in one effortless movement the other girl almost literally tore off her panties with one hand, ultimately leaving what was left of them dangling around her ankles, before beginning to rub her now exposed pussy directly.
"See?" Chloe chuckled evilly, "Isn't that so much better?"
June shut her eyes tight and whimpered, "Please..."
"Please what? Please stop? Or please fuck you?" Chloe teased, increasing the pace of the pussy rubbing ever so slightly, "Come on June, don't leave me hanging."
Again June whimpered and then against her better judgement she just couldn't resist moaning, "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck me, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh Goooooooooddddddddddd yesssssssssss! Chloe! Fuck me Chloe! Oh fuck!"
To Chloe's initial discussed June almost never swore, and when she did it was normally PG-13. So Chloe was very proud of the fact that after only two weeks she had innocent little June swearing like a sailor when she was getting fucked. And oh was she getting fucked now, Chloe shoving two fingers all the way to the knuckles inside her and then beginning to thrust in and out of June at a nice quick pace. Not to quick, though. After all, June had loosened up nicely from being with her, but her pussy was still freakishly tight for a woman her age, a clear sign she hadn't been getting fucked enough.
Chloe was only too happy to fix that problem, and the equally big problem of June only dating guys who couldn't stretch her out enough, the latter thing Chloe helping to put right at the moment by adding a third and then eventually a fourth finger into that tight little cunt. Poor June struggle to take them, especially the fourth finger, but with some strategic moves Chloe was able to make the other girl take it. Specifically by beginning to lick and suck June's neck as well as kissing and biting it, and perhaps more importantly by rubbing the other girl's clit with her thumb, especially that last thing making Chloe feel like she was going to cum herself. But no, she was determined to make June cum first.
In the name of that Chloe whispered into June's ear, "You're still too tight June. We need to loosen you up. Start using bigger dildos or something. Oh, I know... I'll fist you. Mmmmmmmm, do you like the sound of that June? Me sticking my whole hand inside your tight little cunt. Huh? I bet it would be like popping your cherry all over again, but you'd probably love it, wouldn't you? Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh, you'd love it, and not because I'm perverting you, but because deep down underneath all those layers of sweet, innocent girl you're just nasty slut like me, aren't you? Huh?"
"Please..." June whimpered.
"Please what?" Chloe pushed, "Please stop? Please fist you? Or please just fuck you?"
"Please just fuck me!" June pleaded, "Fuck me and make me cum!"
Then cum!" Chloe growled, "Cum! Cum for me! Cum for me right here, right now! Do it! Cum for me June!"
Chloe probably said more, she usually did, but June didn't hear any of it. She wasn't aware of anything except the wonderful sensations rocking her body as her pussy clenched around the fingers inside of it and covered them with her. Thankfully Chloe didn't go through with her threat of fisting her. June was pretty sure she'd feel that, both in the moment, and for the rest of her life. Even after all the toys Chloe had made her take June was pretty sure she'd never be able to take something like that.
Luckily almost all of Chloe's threats carried no weight, at least when they were about June, which was a clear sign that this beautiful psycho truly loved her. The only real exceptions were the constant threats to make June cum hard and to fuck her, Chloe definitely following through on now as she effortlessly fingered June through at least three extremely powerful orgasms before skilfully bringing her down from her high. Then, of course, Chloe pulled her fingers out of June's pussy and took advantage of her in her weakened state, namely by removing her panties completely, June completely unable to stop her.
On the bright side fear of losing her underwear gave June the strength to sit up and trying to complain, which meant she got the best view possible of Chloe popping her panties into her mouth and beginning to slowly suck on them. Their eyes locked as the wicked brunette did this, Chloe grinning at her and making June blush bright red, the blonde trying to look away but just unable too. Chloe then repeated the process with her fingers, making sure to moan loudly in pleasure the whole time in that way which made June painfully wet again.
"You're not getting these back by the way." Chloe said, holding up the panties like a trophy before getting out of the limousine and calling back, "Come on June, we're going to be late."
June had been so preoccupied with getting finger fucked by her crazy roommate/girlfriend that she hadn't even noticed the limo had come to a complete stop. For a moment. She wondered how long they had been here, Chloe fucking her outside of a expensive looking restaurant, before wisely concluding she didn't want to know. Besides, knowing Chloe and her amazing skills at making her cum it probably wasn't long. It helped that June was once again blow away by how much Chloe was spending on her. Even if it wasn't her money it still meant something, or more accurately some things, most of which June couldn't express right now in fear of scaring her 'allergic to feelings' girlfriend away.
So June settled for a simple, "Oh Chloe, this is great."
"You haven't seen anything yet." Chloe promised with an evil grin.
\*
"An orgy? Chloe, you took me to an orgy on our first date!" June exclaimed in a high-pitched squeak.
"Oh June, you delicate little buttercup. This isn't an orgy." Chloe grinned, strolling into the room like it was nothing, "What's going on upstairs, now that's an orgy. This is just a place some beautiful, rich, and mostly famous people get together who enjoy some fun with their food."
For a second Chloe thought this would be the thing that finally broke June, the innocent little snowflake saying she couldn't do this and leaving both the building and Chloe's life forever. A huge part of Chloe wanted that to happen. She couldn't stand how gooey June made her insides feel, or the fact she had nearly gone for a boring old traditional date just to appease this girl. Part of her had even liked the idea of dinner and a movie, partly as an experiment to see how someone like June lived but mostly because she almost had this overwhelming feeling to make the blonde happy, and it was that side of herself which felt relief at the sound of footsteps following closely behind her.
Chloe even smiled as June scurried after her, making sure to wipe it off just before they sat down and Chloe ordered their first bottle of wine for the evening. It wasn't what Chloe's first of the day, but it was by far the best she'd had in days, and only one June had allowed herself to have since they got together. That was partly Chloe's fault as every time June poured herself a glass she became distracted when Chloe accidentally on purpose fucked her and then drank her wine, but mostly Chloe blamed June's lack of initiative. Just like she blamed her for looking so irresistible all the time, but especially. Fuck, Chloe needed a distraction before June made her say something sappy.
Unwittingly June provided that distraction, "So, what's good here?"
"You." Chloe grinned wickedly.
"I mean to eat." June quickly added, blushing as Chloe's grin became wider and even more wicked, "On the menu! I mean what's good to eat on the menu."
"Oh June... you're always on the menu." Chloe smirked as she began slowly sliding herself underneath the table cloth.
"Chloe! Don't-" June protested, knowing it was already too late, "What, what if somebody comes?"
"That's the idea." Chloe grinned as she got into position with practised ease.
"I mean the waiter." June huffed.
"Well sure." Chloe shrugged, "It would be torturous to work here otherwise. Not to mention selfish of us. So sure, the waiter can cum if he once, but he better not get any of his swimmers on you. Or touch you. Or vice versa. Because you're mine."
Before Chloe could embarrass herself any more with lovey-dovey declarations like that she pushed her roommate's legs apart forcefully and tucked into her main course. Adorably June tried to stifle a moan, even though there were couples having sex all around them, Chloe making sure to get James to book them a table in the centre of the room so June could see everything. Which again, was because a big part of her wanted to push June away, although the flip side to that was she was greatly amused every time June shrugged off, or at least powered through, the latest thing Chloe threw at her.
This time was no exception, June's hand quickly grabbing onto the back of Chloe's head and staying there as the innocent blonde clearly debated what to do before tightening her grip and pushing the brunette deeper into her yummy box. Which okay, delighted 100% of Chloe, who to reward the too innocent for her own good blonde went from gently licking June's cunt and occasionally teasing her clit to hitting her clit with every stroke of her tongue. Chloe even wrapped her lips around June's clit and sucked it pretty hard, something she normally saved for later on as it really got her girlfriend off good.
Little did Chloe know she was very close to doing that, or at least that's what it felt like to June, who couldn't stop herself from letting out a loud cry as Chloe's tongue really went to work on her. It was bad enough when Chloe had been avoiding her clit, but now June had to grind her teeth together and dig her fingernails into the table cloth enough to probably dent it to avoid from crying out loudly. Some sounds were inevitable, after all this was Chloe and June had never been good at being particularly quiet even when she wasn't experiencing the best oral of her life. Or more accurately better than with anyone else, as being in public dampened June's enthusiasm for Chloe's talented tongue. And June thought nothing could dampen her enthusiasm for Chloe's talented tongue.
That last thought made June blush, but not quite as much as when Chloe slipped a finger inside of her, forcing the poor blonde to let out a loud squeak of pleasure which to her shock went completely ignored by everybody around her. Although focusing on everyone around her it wasn't that surprising, June blushing again as she realised that even most of the couples she thought weren't doing anything were actually touching each other, or themselves, beneath their tables, while the more adventurous ones were either reappearing from underneath a table after pleasing their lover, about to swap places with them, or about to do it for the first time. One couple was even having sex right there on the table. They were in the corner, still.
This had to be the wildest place Chloe had ever taken her too, and that was really, really saying something. In fact, Chloe had taken her to a lot of wild places over the years, most of which was so bizarre and/or obviously illegal June was surprised they even existed, let alone Chloe knew where to find them. At first June had thought Chloe was trying to impress her, but she quickly learned she had been flattering herself. Chloe hadn't been doing that, or testing her to see if she could be 'cool'. No, Chloe had been trying to push her away, and that was exactly what she was doing now with this sex while you wait restaurant.
June had been warned about this. She had been warned about a lot of things when it came to Chloe, but apparently not a lot of people stuck around long enough to be warned that Chloe liked to push people away. It had melted June's heart when she had got that conversation from James, and her poor heart had almost stopped beating when the former Dawson Leery admitted that he thought June was good for Chloe. That she made her happy. Someone else saw June could make Chloe happy, the fact that person was the only person in the world who's opinion mattered to Chloe, except maybe her own, making June want to scream with joy. In a different way she wanted to scream with joy now.
Leaning back June could just about see the wonderful psycho in between her legs, the blonde smiling down at the crazy, crazy brunette as she continued to eat her out in the middle of this crowded restaurant, while absolutely no one paid attention to them. While she made Chloe happy it was very much vice versa, Chloe making June happier than she had ever imagined. Not that she had ever imagined her relationship with Chloe, as before meeting her she'd always considered herself straight and normal. And now, well, she was here. Doing this. Having sex in public and loving it. Mostly. Okay, it still made her blush a lot, but now June was relaxed it was actually quite thrilling.
Chloe had three fingers inside her now, her mouth ravenously sucking her clit, June closing her eyes as the familiar tingle of an orgasm came hurtling towards her. As that orgasm got closer and closer June promised herself she would never allow Chloe to push her away. That it didn't matter how self-destructive Chloe was, how many crazy things she took her too or illegal activities she was forced to be witness too, June would always be there for Chloe. Would always be hers.
That thought was immediately put to the test as June opened her eyes to find a waiter standing patiently in front of her, and even as she squirmed uncomfortably and pulled a face he asked, "Can I get you anything, Miss?"
June whimpered as the fingers were removed from her pussy, denying her orgasm, and then Chloe lifted the tablecloth up, poked her head out from under the table and huffed, "The usual!"
Looking genuinely surprised the waiter stammered, "Oh, Ms Chloe, I'm sorry."
"Just get it done." Chloe grumbled, flipping the tablecloth back down and quickly getting back into her previous position.
The waiter made more apologies and scrambled away. June couldn't blame him, Chloe was scary when she wanted to be and before they'd gotten together the brunette hadn't slept with that many girls, so it wasn't hard to imagine that she'd only ever bought guys here. Of course June forgot all about the waiter, and everything including her own name, as Chloe attacked her pussy again, this time by shoving her tongue as deep into her as it would go and then naturally beginning to fuck her with it. Tongue fucking her. Her girlfriend was tongue fucking her. June was getting tongue fucked by Chloe. Who was her girlfriend.
After those few rambling sentences echoed through her head June came so hard her mind went blissfully blank, which was a good thing because she completely lost the ability to control herself, the screams of pleasure she had been bottling up echoing throughout the room so badly that even the couple having sex on top of the table stopped what they were doing to look over at where she was writhing in her seat, and obviously cumming all over her lover's face.
Chloe adored making June cum. Partly for lovey-dovey reasons, what with giving her girlfriend pleasure and blah, blah, blah, but more importantly because it was an incredible thrill reducing this goody two shoes to a writhing, screaming mess. Oh yes, June was a screamer, something Chloe had correctly guess before she realised she wanted to be the one making June scream, and now she was Chloe was loving it. Really the only thing that would have made it better was if she could see the looks on people's faces, as her girl was a loud one and was no doubt distracting some people. Oh, what if they got kicked out? That would be even better.
Despite Chloe's best efforts that had never happened to her before, and in the name of making that happen Chloe replaced her mouth with first two and then three fingers wrapping her lips around June's clit and beginning to roughly suck it. Quickly picking up the force of the suction and the finger banging Chloe was easily able to make June cum again, her screams just as loud as before and then possibly louder when she switched back so she could swallow some of the liquid she craved even above alcohol.
Again Chloe scolded herself for being so lovey-dovey, then got excited as she felt June pulling on her hair. Normally she'd just assume that poor little June needed a break, but given just how loudly she screamed she kind of hoped to find their waiter back with a noise complaint, or the manager himself here to kick her and her girlfriend out. Sadly that wasn't the case, but seeing the looks on the other people's faces were almost just as good, as she'd never got everybody's attention before. Well at least not in this place, Chloe grinning proudly the second she poked her head out from under the table.
There was a pause and then some pervert started clapping, and then another, and then another, until Chloe was getting a standing ovation. Chloe grinned widely, bowed and then turned to June who was of course blushing so adorably that she just couldn't resist grabbing her cute little face and almost literally shoving her tongue down her throat. To June's credit she almost immediately started kissing back, the two girls becoming lost in each other as the applause died down and people went back to their own business, although Chloe didn't require an audience to kiss June. They did however both require air, so unfortunately that meant Chloe had to break the kiss. Eventually.
When she did, she slowly dropped back into her seat, grinned and told the other woman, "Don't worry, we can have dinner first, then go somewhere more private so you can return the favour."
There was a long pause, then June smiled, took Chloe's hand, and with as much confidence as she could muster replied, "I can't wait."
The End. |
Matt and Michelle Ch. 02 | 65,534 | 4.62 | 565,845 | [] | For weeks, I was anguished. Watching my brother suffer from some unidentified ail was so difficult. He would pinch his fingers over the bridge of his nose and squeeze his eyes shut, sucking air in and out of his mouth as though something hurt. He'd stumble out of his room in the morning, and it was apparent that he hadn't slept very well. His healthy, athletic, 19-year old body would slump over at the dinner table, as though he was injured. I wanted so desperately to help, but even the most simple inquiry would make him defensive, and more withdrawn. He never stopped being kind to me. He was helpful and loving. He was as attentive as he ever was. But he was bruised, damaged, harmed. From a cause, and in a way, that I did not understand.
It pained me to witness. Although I never expected he would confide in me, his baby sister, I really wanted to help. I wanted to know. I wanted to feel what he was feeling. I wanted him to dump his hurt on me. Unload the pain, whatever it was. Absorb it into myself.
I loved him. I didn't love him in the way a sister loves her brother. Though, I suppose I did. There was certainly that conventional love between siblings. But I loved him deeply, romantically, erotically, achingly. Not the way a sister loves her brother. The way a woman loves a man. His suffering, even though its cause was a mystery to me, only made me desire him more.
This was not some flighty, adolescent crush. It wasn't lust, either. It didn't happen overnight. It just was. It was always there. It was something I knew, as well as I knew who I was, where I lived, that I was alive. I was in love with Matt. Matt happened to be my brother.
I was resigned to live a life that did not contain any romantic love, because the romantic love I needed would never be available to me. I poured myself into my studies in a way that even I knew was unnatural and all-consuming. I was that kid you would hear about studying for seven or eight hours in a single night. It kept the demons at bay. As far as vices go, I suppose it was better than drugs, or shopping, or eating. I was such an analytical creature. If I had an interest in any subject, I'd learn about every detail, every facet, every fact. I was amassing knowledge as a substitute for the gaping hole in my heart. I was collecting. It filled the holes. It muffled the trembling, throbbing need between my legs.
As for my unfulfilled lust, what could I do? I bought a vibrator, which could bring me to orgasm, but I knew would never substitute for the touch of the man my body craved. I would lay in bed and fantasize about a man on top of me, taking me, plundering his dick into me. He would start as a nameless, faceless figure. Just a blur. But slowly his body would take form, his face would take shape. His face would start to go from a hazy blob to a more focused image. One with wavy brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes shaded by dark lashes, and dark brows. A square jaw. A graceful neck that was just a hair too long. Broad, strong shoulders. A chiseled torso. It was Matt. It was Matt every time.
Matt would come in from a jog and throw his sweat-soaked shirt into the hamper. About once a week I'd retrieve a freshly worn shirt and go into my room. I'd inhale his scent on the soiled clothing. I'd let myself get lost in the smell, the moisture, the very idea that the shirt was just on his body. Eventually, that familiar ache would start between my legs, and I'd lower the shirt, rubbing a bunched-up fistful of fabric against my pussy. I'd massage just over the hood covering my clit, pressing harder and harder, until I came. Unbeknownst to him, for the past couple of years, Matt had been the source of practically every orgasm I had.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* On the first Thursday of October, I was in my room studying AP Chem. It was just past 11:00 pm, and I knew it was time to give it a rest for the night. After the third or fourth time reading the same line without comprehending a word of it, I knew I was useless. I threw the book closed. I was walking down the hall to go to the bathroom when I realized how still the house was. This happened often. Matt would be sound asleep, and my parents, if they were awake, had a bedroom two stories below ours, so the house would feel so still and empty. I'm not sure what compelled me, but I decided I'd pop my head into Matt's room, just to watch him sleep for a minute. When I was younger, I used to crawl in with him, but stopped doing it when it became socially unacceptable. How long ago was that? Eight years ago? Ten?
I slowly opened the door to his room, and peeked my head in. It was very dark, so it took my eyes a moment to adjust. It wasn't silent. What was that noise I was hearing? A squishing sound. It was my brother, on top of his sheets, hand greased up with lotion from the bottle on his nightstand, and he was jerking off.
"Matt!" I whispered. I don't know why I thought getting his attention would be a good idea, but for whatever reason, it seemed like the right thing to do.
He didn't respond, and he didn't even look my way. His head was tilted back. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dark, but finally I saw that he had on his big noise-cancelling headphones. He had no idea I was standing there.
I wanted so badly to get closer to him, to see what he was doing, to see his cock. From my angle, his hand was just a blur. How long had he been going? How long would it take for him to cum?
I took one step forward, and then stopped. This wasn't right, and he'd hate me. He'd never talk to me again. This was private. This was not my space, not my world. The world of Matt's sexuality was off limits to me. I had long ago passed the feeling of guilt for my extreme attraction to my brother; if I had been given a green light, I would have acted on it without any hesitation. But I would never allow myself to ruin our relationship. The desire was mine, not his. That road traveled in one direction only.
I took a step backwards, then another. Then a third. I closed the door to his room. I pivoted on the ball of my foot to turn toward my room, took one step, and nearly collapsed. I pressed my thighs together as hard as I could, and I came, right there. The lips of my pussy barely brushed against each other and I unraveled. I hadn't even touched myself, and standing in the hallway outside my brother's room, I had the most intense, amazing orgasm of my life, until that moment. I didn't even know I was turned on until I let my brain process what I had seen. My body was flying forward, and my brain was delayed by several seconds. I slumped against the wall and slid to the floor. I lay there for some time, before picking myself up and going to my room. My panties and yoga pants were soaked with fluid. They made an obscene noise as I peeled them off my body. I took a clean washcloth and wiped myself down. I thought about showering, but felt so completely exhausted, I couldn't even re-dress myself before crawling under the covers and drifting off to sleep. I was still in a partial state of arousal when I drifted off. Every cell in my body felt like it was vibrating.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Friday morning I woke up as aroused as I was when I fell asleep. The alarm jarred me out of my dreams, and I dragged myself into the bathroom to shower. The bathroom was still a little steamy, probably from Matt.
"Mathy?" I called to his closed bedroom door, but there was no answer. He was probably already downstairs.
I went back to the bathroom and took my shower, lingering a little too long. Sometimes I'd let my mind wander, and imagine what Matt would do in the shower. How he'd wash his hair, soap his body. I would wonder if he jerked off in the shower, and if so, how he did it. Eventually my hand would find its way between my legs, and I'd rub to ease the ache. That's what happened on Friday morning. With the darkly-lit visions from the previous night still fresh in my mind, I had a fairly good orgasm.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
I wasted too much time in the shower. I was now in a rush to get myself dressed and hopefully bum a ride from Matt to school. I threw together my bookbag, and grabbed a jacket which never quite made it onto my body.
"Michelle!" Mom called up the stairs. "Michelle! Breakfast!"
My mother's voice caught me off guard. I stumbled, and barely caught myself on the railing. My bookbag wasn't so lucky; it made it to the bottom of the stairs before me. "Shit! Be right th---shit!" I stubbed my toe. Finally I made it into the kitchen and threw my stuff into a corner. I didn't bother with the jacket. I was incredibly clumsy. It's a miracle I hadn't had any serious accidents by this point in my life.
"Sorry! I spent a little too much time in the bathroom this morning." Hey, I was nothing if not truthful. I sat in the empty chair at the table. I was scared to look at Matt, because I couldn't trust my own reactions.
Eventually, I glanced at Matt, and caught him staring. He was starting at my chest, which made me feel a little self conscious, and more than a little flushed. I thought I understood: he was a guy, and that's what they did. My tits were a little bigger than I would have liked - they were more than a handful each. I tried to wear clothes that didn't draw attention to them, but given their size relative to my frame, it was hard to not look busty, no matter what I wore. I wanted to flatter myself and say that Matt found them sexy, or that he found ME sexy, but they're just tits, I reasoned. They could have been on anyone. He quickly averted his eyes, but then reached across the table and handed me the carafe of orange juice. It made me smile, that simple task. He knew me so well.
"Thanks Mathy" I leaned my body toward his and pressed my shoulder against him. He looked at me so lovingly. And something else. It was longing, it must have been longing. I really wanted it to be longing, but couldn't permit myself to get my hopes up, so I chalked it up to simple kindness that I was misinterpreting. I somehow suspected that I wasn't Matt's type. I don't know what his type was, actually. Thinking back at some of the girls he dated, there was nothing they had in common with each other other than the fact that they were female. But me? None of them had anything in common with me. If Matt had a type, I wasn't it. I didn't fit that type at all. Not to mention the fact that I was his sister. While I may have been comfortable with my own unnatural feelings toward him, I couldn't imagine they were reciprocated.
"Any Friday night or weekend plans, kids?" Dad spoke up. I think this was directed more at Matt than me, but I could sense Matt's discomfort, so I decided to offer my answer first in the hope that they'd lay off him and leave him alone.
"Kelsey is coming over after school today and we're going over some AP Chem stuff," I said, while shoveling down an English muffin. I was not a graceful eater, and I was more and more aware of this fact as time went on. I was beginning to be more aware of my actions around Matt. "Nothing planned this weekend," I followed up on my original statement. I glanced over to Matt, and he was staring at me still, more intensely than before. This time, he was staring into my face, and not at my chest. I shifted my body in the chair. I was slightly uncomfortable. Or maybe just unsettled a little. I hated it when anyone watched me eat, and especially when Matt watched me eat, even though we'd shared thousands of meals together throughout our lives.
"I've got an Anthro paper. I'll probably hole myself up in my room this weekend and work on it." He never took his eyes off me. I stared back now, trying to read his expressions.
Mom broke our spell. "Do you want to join me and your dad in Santa Barbara?"
Here we go, I thought. This is the part where Mom, ever the psychologist, even at home, thinks she's going to headshrink everyone. "Yeah Ma, that's exactly what a 19 year old boy wants to do: join his parents on a romantic anniversary weekend." I rolled my eyes. At least Dad got it and laughed at my joke. Matt was uncomfortable, and I could tell he wasn't looking forward to Mom's grilling. On one hand, I was sympathetic to what she was doing; I was concerned about Matt's recent mood also. But this wasn't the way to get through to him.
"It's cool. There are a couple of concerts actually, I might go to one. I'd rather stay in town just in case I score tickets," Matt lied. He would have told me if there was a concert. We usually went together, or at least we used to go, until his mood soured a couple of months prior and he turned into a hermit. I texted under the table, ribbing him for his attempts to lie to Mom.
"There's a bunch of stuff in town that I'd like to do this weekend, Mom." Now he was really laying it on thick. Poor, deluded Mom. I wondered if she was very useful to her patients. She couldn't have been the world's best therapist, given how easy it was for us to pull one over on her. But Matt's second attempt worked. She eased off. Mom and Dad began to discuss their weekend plans.
I looked over and saw his beautiful smile. I winked. I'm not a winker, but it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. We were sharing one of those sibling moments. We had a million of them growing up, but somehow, they felt more important now. More weighty, somehow. In response to my wink, he contorted his face into this weird, huge smile. I chuckled. After a moment, I finally brought my eyes back to my plate.
"Can you drop me off at school Mathy?"
"Only if you're ready to go now. I need to stop at Target before class and I need to get going."
Not wanting to inconvenience him or make him wait, I quickly grabbed my stuff, kissed my parents goodbye for the weekend, and hustled out the door.
"I think I dropped my headphones in your backseat a few days ago." Just as he unlocked the doors, I started fishing through the backseat to find some headphones I dropped there earlier in the week. It only took me a second to lose my balance "Shit!" Before I knew what was happening, my feet slipped, and I plunked belly first into the backseat. Graceful like a swan? No. Absolutely not.
Before I knew what was happening, Matt gripped my hips with his very big, very strong hands, and yanked me backwards.
"Thanks." My entire body was now leaning back against his, and he took one arm and wrapped it around the front of me, clutching my opposite hip. My knees were weak, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I was shaking. The firmness and warmth and softness of his body felt incredible. Without warning, he pressed his face into the back of my head, over my hair, where my neck was. He inhaled, very deeply. At this point, my body took over and my actions were involuntary. I pushed back against him and squeezed the arm he had wrapped around my waist. He let out a little whimpering sigh.
"Shelly..." he was stuttering to say something, but no words came out. I pressed back against him. He pressed forward against me, and suddenly, I felt his erection. Quickly, he eased up and pushed me forward off of him.
"Sorry. Sorry." What was he sorry about? He looked so uncomfortable. I giggled to lighten the mood.
"Getting sentimental in your old age, big brother?" I smiled and tried to put him at ease. I wanted to know what he was uncomfortable about. Was it because he had a hard on?
"I guess so. Maybe a little bit sentimental." He was blushing. Was he embarrassed about being aroused? If only he knew. Standing there, by his car, all I wanted to do was reach into his pants and grab his erection. But that's not what he wants, I told myself. Arousal happens to guys, all the time. It wasn't about me. It wasn't about me. That had become my mantra.
I smiled and got into the car. My thoughts were racing. I sometimes played DJ and shared music on our commute, but today I couldn't think. I wanted so badly to ask him about him. About his feelings, about what was going on. Before I could compose my thoughts, we arrived at my school.
"Need me to pick you up after school?" He was leaning back, staring at me. He was looking me up and down as though I was a puzzle he was trying to solve.
"No. Kelsey and I are going to study, so she'll bring me home."
"OK. Text me if something changes." He didn't look as embarrassed as he had been a few minutes ago, but there was something else going on.
I took a chance, and did something uncharacteristic. I leaned over to kiss him goodbye. It was a chaste, simple kiss on the cheek. Even so, it felt like electricity was going off where my lips made contact with his skin.
"Thanks Mathy. Beats walking." I kept my face close to his, and he lifted his hand, as though he was going to place it on my head. As though he was going to pull me in for another kiss. He paused and made a fist, then grabbed a few strands of my hair, and tugged playfully. Suddenly, he looked wistful.
"You really are sentimental today. You ok?" I wasn't sure if I should push it, but I wanted to know.
"Yeah. Yeah. It's good. I'm good," he lied.
"We'll talk tonight." I grabbed my stuff and got out of the car. I glanced back and smiled.
I hurried off to class, and spent most of the next seven or so hours obsessing over the thirty second embrace we had before getting into the car.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Kelsey and I arrived back at our house right after our last class. Matt's car was in the driveway, so he was already home.
"Oh gawwwd is that your brother's car? Is he home? He is so hot. I would so do him."
"Kelsey, yuck. That's my brother you're talking about."
"Sorry, it's the hormones. Teenagers, what can ya do? Anyway, I would let him hit this. I would soooo let him hit this. I would rock his world."
"Shut up. You've never even had sex."
"Yeah, but I gave David Kurtz a handjob backstage during Theater Arts last month."
"Uh, gross. Just gross. Why would you do that?"
"He fingered me. It was only fair."
"You are oversexed."
"Yeah, duh. So? It's not a problem unless it becomes a problem. And it's not a problem."
"Let's just go inside and chill. Hands off my brother."
"Buzz. Kill."
We got inside and grabbed some drinks from the fridge.
"Mathy?" I called out, but no answer. I thought I heard the shower upstairs.
We walked up to my room, and as we passed the bathroom, Matt had left the door open and was showering. He had his back turned to us, and it was pretty steamy, so you couldn't see much of anything.
"Hubba hubba holy shit Michelle. His wet bod is on display!" Luckily he didn't notice us, and I shoved Kelsey down the hall and into my room before she made a scene. I would have loved to have casually caught him coming out of the shower naked, but had no interest in sharing the adventure with Kelsey.
After about five minutes in my room, we heard the shower water turn off. We were at the computer uploading some photos from a girls outing we had taken with a few other friends the past summer. Suddenly, Matt was a blur running through the hallway to his room. He was wearing a towel. He quickly slammed the door to his room.
"I'm going to go flirt." With that, she was off. I didn't even know if it was worth attempting to stop her. I wasn't sure how Matt would react to her. I had to get used to the idea of him fucking someone who wasn't me. He wasn't a virgin, he was going to have girlfriends. If he ever got out of his brooding state, he'd probably even get married some day. I was in no position to start getting possessive.
Kelsey was gone for less than a minute before she came back.
"Struck out."
"What did you expect? That he was going to throw you onto his bed and fuck your brains out?"
"That is so hot. That. Is. So. Hot. I wish he would have."
"You're an idiot."
"Whatever, Ice Queen."
"Just because I don't get atwitter at the thought of you fucking my brother, I'm frigid?"
"Whatever." Kelsey rolled her eyes at me. "You have some fine man meat in this house. It's too bad you're his sister. But I'm not, so I will sample the merchandise."
I ignored her, and kept uploading and labeling photos.
"Knock knock." Matt had arrived to my room. He looked incredible. Even in a t-shirt and shorts, he was sex personified. He was absolutely beautiful. I hoped he hadn't heard our ugly little exchange a moment before. I looked carefully at his face, but it didn't reveal anything. If he had heard, he wasn't bothered by what he heard.
I dragged my eyes off of him and back to my work on the computer.
"We're just putting up the pics from this album onto Facebook. Kelsey thinks we'll score some hot guys in school if we do," I said, testing the waters to see if he would bite. Kelsey wasn't making any progress on her own. I wondered what would happen if I helped her.
He glanced over to the photo of all of us girls in a group. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Maybe he was interested in her?
Kelsey picked up on his interest in the photo. "Know any college guys who might want to hit this?" Kelsey shifted her body into the most ridiculous display.
"I'm sure there must be some," Matt was curt, and obviously not interested in playing her game. I must have misread his face when he gawked at the photo. "OK ladies, I'm ordering pizza for dinner. Speak now about what toppings you'd like, or you'll be stuck eating whatever I get."
"Kelsey isn't going to be here," I quickly said, revoking her invitation. "It'll just be you and me, you know what I like." I didn't want her around. I was suddenly very possessive.
"I can stay for dinner if you want the company," said Kelsey. She was a little miffed. Just as I was about to guiltily tell her that she could stay, Matt chimed in, "That's ok. You go ahead and do whatever it is you had planned, we're fine."
"Suit yourself," she said, "But I am a good time. You're missing out."
I chuckled, and played it off like she was joking.
Matt bid us goodbye and went back to his room.
"What the fuck, Michelle? How can I score with him if you cockblock?"
"I'm not cockblocking. He's not interested. Sorry girl, he's just not that into you."
She seemed a little hurt, but because she had the attention span of a gnat, she had moved on and was lurking on some other guy's Facebook page within a minute. After a few hours, she left. I asked her if she wanted to say goodbye to Matt as I walked her out, but she just shrugged.
Back in the privacy of my room, I let the day's events play through my mind again and again. Matt seemed relaxed and flirtatious with me in the morning, but he'd tense up without warning. I couldn't read his face in the car. It was worse when Kelsey came over. The photo definitely aroused his interest, but he seemed impervious to her flirting. He wasn't a shy person, so why was he so aloof and standoffish around Kelsey? She wasn't bad looking. Sure, she could be a little rough around the edges, but did the average guy really care? She was a sure thing. Any guy would have jumped at the chance. Right?
I was overthinking everything. Too much analysis. Too many thoughts. I needed to calm myself or else I would go crazy.
By the time Matt called up to tell me the pizza had arrived, I was in an emotional frenzy. I quickly stripped, letting the weariness of the day fall off me with what I was wearing. Off with even the bra and panties. I stood in front of the mirror of my room and examined my body, nude, head to toe. I was attractive. I was not the world's most self confident person, but who is at eighteen years of age? Kelsey, maybe. But nonetheless, I could recognize that my body was in good shape, curved in the right places, even if my tits were a little oversized. There was no reason why Matt shouldn't find me attractive. Other than biology. Being his sister. That's what would kill the boner, every time, I thought. I pulled on a tank top and some shorts, and hustled downstairs to eat.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
My breath caught in my throat as I stood at the entrance to the dining room. Matt had his back to me, and he was lighting unused candles. Two places had been set, very formally. Was that a flower from our garden in a vase? Nice touch. It was amazing. Romantic. I wanted to throw my arms around him and hug him, but I also wanted to sock him. I didn't look forward to sitting across from him in this setting. I was already on edge. Suddenly, I was a different person. Maybe it was the setting emboldening me, but I had a compulsion to flirt. Flirt hard. "Very nice big bro! If only I could score a date with a guy who would do this!"
"It's just pizza," he mumbled out. Then he smirked, and began to uncork a bottle of wine. Oh good, a little liquid courage.
"So? This is the way you get into a girl's pants?" Did I just wink again? I was going to keep going, wasn't I? "Are you practicing on me?"
Matt mumbled and stuttered. He was flustered, and I felt even more empowered than I had a moment ago. My big brother was actually reacting to my flirtation. I never thought I'd see the day. He slipped quickly behind me and pulled out my chair, and a moment later sprang to the other side of the table to his own seat.
We ate and drank and made small talk. The entire time, Matt was squirming in his chair. I was a different person. I'd flip my hair, rub my hand over my collarbone, knead my own shoulder and neck while arching my head to one side. I ate a slice of pizza like a porn star, letting the cheese drip down the side of my mouth, and seductively scooping it up with a finger, which I placed into my mouth. I'd suck on my finger. It was as though my body had been taken over by an alien from the planet Porn. If you had polled my senior class about the person least likely to behave this way, I would have won, hands down. Matt was visibly uncomfortable, but he wouldn't take his eyes off me.
"What do you think Mom and Dad are doing right now?" Was he changing the subject, or was this an invitation for me to go further? After all, it was a romantic weekend for our parents.
"Blow job, a little fingering, a little penetration...." I couldn't believe I just said that. Those were words that I'm fairly certain I had never said out loud to anyone. Much less to my own brother.
"Gross, Shelly. Those are our parents you're talking about. We were the result of immaculate conception." He was beet red.
I didn't stop. "Oh come on, Mathy. You think they don't do it? They probably do it all of the time. Good for them. At least someone in this house is getting some."
"You're not getting some?"
"Me? No. Not some. Not any." Did he not realize this? Didn't he know I was a virgin? I wanted to tell him that I broke my own hymen with a vibrator on purpose to get it over with, but somehow that didn't seem like the right thing to say at the moment.
"Why not?" He pushed further. I could tell he was interested in my answer, but horrified that he was even asking. He seemed disgusted at his own question.
"I don't know. Just no one interested in me." This wasn't entirely true. I had received plenty of offers. I just wasn't the dating type.
"Bullshit." So he knew.
I decided I might as well come clean with him, "OK, let me qualify that: there is no one interested in fucking me that I'd also let fuck me." Did I just use some version of the word "fuck" twice in a sentence? And not as an expletive because I banged my shin into the coffee table, but to describe the actual act of fucking? Who was I?
"Fair enough," he said, putting an end to the conversation. Was that it? He was satisfied with the answer? He looked down at his plate. I had gone too far. I kept watching him, and now he was aware of my eyes on him. He began to squirm even more. I gave him a reprieve and finished my food in silence. He had finished eating a few minutes before me, but he just sat there. I wasn't sure if he wanted to talk some more, so I decided to give him a few minutes to compose himself. Immediately, I felt guilty for all of the teasing and the sexual innuendo. We were as close as two human beings could possibly be, but sex was one of those subjects we had only ever approached jokingly. I didn't expect him to be so uncomfortable when I pushed things. I decided to walk away and give him some space. I offered to pick up the dishes and take them to the kitchen.
I was in the kitchen rinsing the plates and loading the dishwasher, when I heard him bound up the stairs. I finished what I was doing within a minute, and decided to follow him up there. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, or if I was going to apologize for my behavior, but I felt like we had left things half done and half said.
I made it to the door of his room a minute or two behind him. Even though for the past few years we'd gotten into the habit of knocking before going into eachother's rooms, I didn't see any harm in opening the door since it had only been a minute or two since we were both downstairs; what were the odds that I'd walk in on something?
I walked in on something. Matt was jerking off. He wasn't just jerking off, but he was providing me with the show that I missed the night before: he was coming. I stood just a few feet away from him and watched in wonder as his cock, which was pulsing under his fast-moving fist, was shooting out creamy, white strands of cum. "Guhhhh," came out of the deepest part of his throat, and suddenly, he looked up and saw me. He kept cumming, and I swear I saw a huge spurt fly out a moment after we locked eyes. Suddenly, he jumped up out of his computer chair and used both hands to try and cover his spurting dick. In his forward motion, he ended up cumming on the floor, right in front of my feet. I stood there, slack-jawed, watching him cum.
"Shit! Shit Michelle, I'm sorry! Don't you knock! Why didn't you knock? Shit!"
I was scared. His words shook me out of my trance, and my eyes finally moved from his cock up to his face. Was this the cause of all his recent anguish? Sexual frustration?
"Sorry! I'm sorry!" I was genuinely sorry. Not that I'd seen it. It was the most glorious thing I'd ever seen in my life. I was sorry he was so upset. I swallowed hard and looked around, not sure what to do next. What I saw on the computer took my breath away. It was the beach photo from my Facebook page. He had run to his room and was masturbating, probably to Kelsey in a bikini. The knife I felt pierce through my heart unfortunately did nothing to kill my libido, because as upset as I felt about that fact, I was still amazingly turned on. My pussy wanted to overrule my brain.
"Sorry," I whispered, "I'll let you clean up." I knew I looked like I was about to cry, and I knew that Matt would know that look from a mile away. I charged out of his room and into mine.
I ran to my room, and before I knew what else to do, I threw myself onto my bed and pushed my hand down the front of my shorts, pressing hard and letting myself experience an orgasm. I was upset, but the sight of my brother spewing cum right in front of me was setting my body on fire. I would deal with the pain of knowing my brother was aroused by another girl later. Right now, I had to put out a fire. I began to shake through an orgasm that seemed to go on and on. Again, without any direct stimulation of my clit or penetration, I was cumming. Just as the orgasm began to ebb, I felt the bed shift behind me. Matt was sitting on my bed, and I had my hand down my shorts while shaking with an orgasm.
He must be so angry, to come in here and sit on my bed as I do this, I thought. I figured after what I walked in on, he would have closed the door to his room and not shown his face to me for the entire weekend. "Is this because you're mad?" It came out of my mouth like a sob. "Are you mad that I walked in on you?" Was this his way of getting back at me? Walking in on me?
"No, it was an accident." He was sincere. He genuinely did not mean to intrude on this moment.
"Why are you here?" I was still facing away from him. I didn't want him to see me cry, in case I started to cry. He was such a sensitive soul, and what had just happened between us could scar him for life, I thought. It could damage our relationship, and our relationship was always so sacred to him.
"I wanted to tell you I was sorry," he stated. He was contrite. It only made me feel worse that he felt he had to apologize. Nothing that had happened tonight was his fault.
I sat up to face him, and folded my hands in my lap. I saw him glance down. I suddenly flushed realizing he'd see the stickiness on my hands, and smell my arousal. He didn't take his eyes off my hands. Did he like to look, or did he feel compelled to look because it was so strange? It reminded me of his erection from earlier in the day. Was he turned on, or was it just an involuntary reaction?
"Do you want me to call Kelsey for you? She'll go out with you," I offered. Kelsey liked him, and obviously he was interested in sex.
"Wait, what?" He was confused now, "You think because I masturbate that I need a date or something?"
"No!" I did not want to offend him. He seemed so vulnerable. "It's just that you were looking at the beach photo, and I saw her flirting with you earlier, so I just figured-"
"No, Michelle, I'm not interested in her."
"Oh. One of the other girls in the picture? Jessica?"
"No, not Jessica."
"Was it just one of those 'girls in bikinis' things?" I was fishing. It's not about me, it's not about me, it's not about me. My mantra went through my head. I wanted him to say it, but I knew he never would. He was not masturbating to a picture of his own sister.
He took a breath, and sighed deeply. "It was you. You make my dick hard."
I audibly gasped. I made his dick hard? "Is it hard right now? Guys have a refractory period, right? So it probably won't be hard for a while now that you've cum?" Wow, that was nerdy. Did I just say that?
He sighed again. "It's hard again. It's almost always hard when you're around. I'm sorry."
I could have done a cartwheel at that moment. My anguish, my lust, my desire...I was not alone in any of it. I made his dick hard. It was like the clouds had parted in the sky, opening the heavens to me. I knew I had to see more, to experience more of him. I looked down at his lap, reached my hand, and moved his arm away. "Can I see it?" We had crossed some line. But I knew if we were going to go further, I would have to be the one to initiate. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. He moved both hands out of his lap, but stopped from doing anything else. His eyebrows knitted as though he was trying to figure out what I was asking. I realized it may have come out sounding clinical. That wasn't my intention.
I pulled his waistband away from his body with my left hand, and with my right, I reached in and gently touched his cock. It was rock hard and twitched the moment my hand made contact with it. I firmed my grip a little, and Matt threw his head back and groaned. He started biting his lip. As I studied his face, I leaned in closer so I could see more of him. More of his face, his body, his cock. I lowered his waistband down, and then began to play with his dick. It was the first time I had been this close to one, and the first minute or two was just exploration. I was fascinated. I loved the feel of it, how it was simultaneously hard and soft. I loved the smooth skin, the ridges, the veins. I didn't have a means of comparison, other than some pics and video I had seen on the Internet of other men. "It seems big."
"It's just...average," he was stammering. The effect I was having on him was intoxicating. I wanted to do more.
"Please stop. Please," he pleaded unconvincingly.
"That doesn't feel good?" I asked, in a throaty whisper. I hardly recognized my own voice.
"No, it feels really good. Too good. You're going -- uhhhh -- to make me cum... if you keep doing that." His words were fueling the fire in my own body. The very notion that I could possibly make him cum was taking me to another level of aroused. It felt like a floodgate had opened deep within my core, and poured arousal fluid into my shorts.
"Isn't that a good thing?" I slowed down my strokes, wanting to savor the moment, and pressed my forehead against his. I leaned my body toward him, and he leaned back, placing his hands on my hips.
I wondered if he was freaked out. I had so many months, years even, to think about sex with him, even though I never expected it would be realized. As far as I knew, this was all new to him. "Mathy, does this make you feel guilty?"
"Yes," he stuttered out. This answer didn't surprise me, but it also didn't convince me that I should stop.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No." This he said firmly, confidently. There was no turning back for him. He opened his eyes and stared into mine.
The look in his eyes was so lustful, I felt a zap of electricity surge to my crotch. "Uhhhhhhhh," I couldn't hold back my moan any longer.
"I'm so horny. I want you to touch me so badly." We had gone this far. I had nothing to lose so I simply asked.
"I'm your brother?" Was he asking me this as a question? It almost made me laugh. I know I must have smiled a little.
"I won't tell," I vowed. I knew he just needed more encouragement. "Please, just touch me a little right now, and you won't ever have to do it again, and I won't tell anyone."
"Shelly...." His eyes closed again, and he threw his head back. Now his hips were moving a little, thrusting his dick into my closed fist a little more quickly than I was stroking.
"Please!" I couldn't wait any more. I needed to feel him touch me.
"If I do this and touch you, I'm not going to want to stop. I'll never stop."
His words knocked the air out of my body. He wanted me back? I pushed my whole body forward toward him and let go of his cock. I initiated our first kiss. I simply placed my lips, a little parted, up against his. I only needed to wait a couple of seconds before he was pressing back, moving his lips and slanting his face against mine. His hands started on my shoulders, then moved to the bottom of my tank top. Slowly, he pulled my top up over my breasts, and began to rub different parts of my torso, all the while avoiding my actual breasts. My nipples were stiff and dying for his hands. I moaned into his mouth and he moaned back, as I pressed my hardened nipples against his beautiful sculpted chest. His hands pushed me an inch or two away, and found my breasts. The touch of his palms finally making contact with nipples sent sparks up and down my body, and I pressed my tongue quickly into his mouth. I loved the taste of him. We were now kissing so passionately, I thought I was going to explode. My senses were so overloaded, I couldn't see or hear anything.
He pulled out of the kiss, and positioned my body next to him on the bed. He hovered over me, studying my body carefully. I pulled my tank top, which was resting over my breasts, completely off my body. I removed his shorts and mine, and we just drank each other in. We spent the next ten minutes feeling and observing. I memorized every inch of him, because I believed I might never get another opportunity like this. He was so tender. His movements a few minutes ago were awkward, hurried. Now he was slow, deliberate. He kissed my shoulder, then he kissed the other. I took his hand and kissed both sides of it.
I had spent the past half hour in a state of constant arousal. I knew I needed release, and he must also need it judging by how stiff his cock was. I placed one hand between my own legs, and with the other, I reached over and gripped his manhood. I began to stroke him while circling my own clit with my middle finger. He moved my hand away from my pussy and replaced it with his own. He slowly slid a finger up and down my slit, teasing first my outer lips and then my inner lips. I was so glad I was clean shaven. His fingers felt incredible. He was applying just the right amount of pressure. I wanted to say something, but couldn't find my voice. As he slid two fingers into me, I began to pant and stroked him faster.
"Shelly. Shelly, if you keep doing that, it's going to make me cum. Shelly. Slow down."
I didn't want to stop. I didn't know what to do, but before I had a chance to to anything, Matt sped up his fingers going in and out of my soaked pussy, and turned his hand so his thumb was pressing right on my clit. "Oh god! Oh god Matt!" The shuddering orgasm Matt interrupted when he first came in my room was good, but this one was mind-blowing.
"God, Michelle. You're so beautiful! You're so beautiful when you cum!"
I'm fairly sure I screamed, but I can't be certain. I didn't even feel like I was in my own body. It took me a minute to compose myself and come down from my high. I reached for his cock again, and immediately began to rub and stroke. He was right on the edge. I felt his cock swell in my hands.
"Watch out --- watch out Michelle --- I'm going to --- oh gg-g-od -- I'm cumming!" I had seen it earlier in the night, but now that I was causing it, I wanted to get right up to it. I bent myself at the knees and leaned down, right down next to the middle of his body. He turned his body toward me and began to spew. He screamed out, and even though he had cum earlier, he unloaded a huge amount of creamy hot semen all over me. Spurt after spurt landed on me. It was on my face, in my hair, on my chest. I opened my mouth and while it seemed to make it all over my face, none of it splashed directly into my mouth. Once he stopped spurting, I began to scoop some of it with my fingers, and tasted it. There were a few drops on my tits that I rubbed in. It began to get cold and sticky hard within seconds. The taste lingered in my mouth. "Does it always taste like that?" I pulled my body back up to his. His expression was one of pure joy, and he still had lust in his eyes.
He lay very still, and I began to wonder whether he regretted what we had just done. I rested my head on his shoulder. He pulled my body closer to his.
Finally, he broke the silence. "Wait, can we get under the covers?"
I nodded, and we moved our bodies so we were snug against each other, our limbs wrapped around eachother's. The covers came up to our waists.
"Mathy, will you stay the night? Or at least a little while?"
"If you want me."
"I want you."
"I mean if you want me to stay here."
"I do. And I want you." There it was.
"If I stay, I may not be able to stop. It might not stop, Shelly. I might do something to you that you don't want."
I didn't know if I wanted to do this to him. I didn't know if it was fair. If it was right. Should I push this? Was this really what he wanted, or was his body overriding his mind?
"I want you to do what you want. I want you to do everything."
He pulled the covers up over our shoulders and moved closer to me.
"I love you Shelly." It was done. This was it. He loved me, and nothing else in the entire world mattered.
"I love you big brother."
Tomorrow, I'd deal with guilt. With regrets. With our future.
Tonight we had love. |
Bed of Rose's - Jos | 26,897 | 4.79 | 282,080 | [] | *copyright by Joesephus*
\*
*Several authors are coming out with stories based on the song, "This Bed Of Rose's." There are two main versions of this song, one by Tanya Tucker with the main character (other than Rose) being a young girl and a version by The Statler Brothers with the main character a young man. Having a choice of male or female for the main character offers many options for variations in the story line.*
*The genesis of this story was an exchange of emails between Josephus and I and we decided it would be fun to have stories written by different authors based on the same starting story source, released at more or less the same time. We quickly added techsan and each of us invited two additional authors to participate. We hope you enjoy the stories coming out of this "invitational challenge."*
*Regards, Dynamite Jack*
\*
"I don't give handouts to street bums, but I know how you can earn a fast twenty-five if you're hungry enough, Dick."
There it was, my name isn't Dick. I'd known it was possible but it still made my stomach turn to think that I'd sunk to contemplating becoming a male prostitute.
I heard a female voice behind me. "Why, Councilman Shultz, you've never offered me less than a fifty, and paid for a hotel room. If you've decided to work the other side of the street, do you really want to be cheap about it, and on a fine Sunday morning too?"
I turned to look at the attractive woman who'd just announced she was a whore. I didn't know if I should be grateful or angry. In my heart I didn't think I could go through with it, but I was awfully hungry. I hadn't had a full meal in almost three days. The woman shot me a glance, and I couldn't read her expression.
As I stood, she examined me closely. "This boy looks mighty hungry, you sure you want him nibbling on your tube steak? Besides, they still might not impeach Nixon, but..."
He pulled a hundred from a fat wad, looked right at Rose, and said, "I'm still drunk from last night. Why don't you take the boy for breakfast, you can keep the change. Rose, you won't have to mention this to anyone, will you?"
Rose smiled as she said, "You know I'm the soul of discretion, I never talk about my customers, and you're still one of my regulars, aren't you?"
"Sure, Rose, next time my wife's out of town I'll give you a call," he mumbled before he hurried off.
I'd seen my share of hookers since I'd been put in the foster care system at eight, and I'd seen even more in the three weeks since I'd been given a hundred dollars, my clothes, and the system's hardy well-wishes the day after my eighteenth birthday. Now I was on my own, with no place to sleep and no money. Between scholarships and student loans I had enough to pay for books, tuition and fees for my first year at State. I just needed to find a way to live and eat while I went to school. With my advanced placement courses and the courses I'd tested out of, I was going to be starting with 42 hours, a sophomore.
I'd done everything I could to find a job, but in a college town with more students than townies, jobs didn't grow on trees, and this was a slow time for the economy. What jobs were available were impossible for me with my lupus. Yeah, I know, almost all the people with lupus are female, but that just makes it harder on guys like me. For those that don't know, lupus is an autoimmune disease, sort of the opposite of AIDS where the immune system begins to attack itself. That results in inflammation, and eventually tissue damage.
I watched my would-be customer turn a corner and turned back to the woman named Rose.
"Thanks..."
"Don't thank me. I just didn't want to lose one of my better customers."
My stomach rumbled. "Well thanks anyway, I'm awfully hungry but I guess I'm not hungry enough for tube steak; are you going to buy me breakfast or keep that all for yourself?"
She smiled, hooked her arm in mine, and led me to a Village Inn where she ordered breakfast for me. While we waited she pulled my life story out of me... Parents killed in a car accident on New Years Eve. Dad was over the legal limit and the insurance company refused to pay. I didn't have any relatives and I went into foster care. I didn't like it and bounced around every few months.
Finally a biology teacher took me under his wing and I fell in love with school. He got married, left teaching, and moved to Europe with a new job and a fat paycheck. I'd lost track of him but I started doing well in all my courses. I still didn't get along with my foster families; a kid with lupus will put a strain on any family. Still, I hadn't understood the consequences until I was kicked out of the system.
I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and was close to tears when the waitress brought my food. Rose pulled the plate from in front of me and said, "Stop blubbering like a child. You made your bed, don't start complaining that it's got lumps in it. God gave you a hill to climb, a place where you could stand above the crowd, and all you've done is complain that no one will carry you to the top! Climbing hills is what gives you the muscles to conquer mountains, boy!
"Stand on you own hind legs like the man you're supposed to be. Hell, you could join the Army tomorrow and they'd take care of you until you shipped out."
I couldn't keep the whine out of my voice, "No, I can't. The army won't take me. My lupus is mild, but I do have photosensitivity. I'll never be able to work outside. If I can work a scam to get room and board, I'll be a doctor in six years. Then I'll be on easy street."
"I thought college and med school took eight years."
"It does, but with the hours they're giving me, I can get out of college in two. I'll have to take 20 hours a semester and go all summer, but the sooner I get out the sooner I stop running up bills and start making real money"
Rose looked thoughtful, "So all you need is room and board? You and I might be able to work something out."
I took a deep breath as she pushed the plate back in front of me. I'd already decided that no matter what happened I wouldn't put myself where I'd be tempted to break the law again. An arrest record would keep me out of med school and that was my ticket out of this hell I was living in.
"I'm sorry Rose, but I don't want to make my money on the streets. I don't know what you need, but I can't fall out if I'm going to med school. There has to be a legal way to..."
"I'm talking about a very legal job. I have a special-needs child and I need someone to take care of him while I'm working. It won't pay much, but it will give you room and board and there's nothing illegal in that."
I could feel my heart pounding; I knew there was probably a hook that I wouldn't like. If the system had taught me anything, it was that nothing comes without a price, and generally a price higher than you wanted to pay.
"Just how special are his needs, and how old is he?"
Rose dug in her purse and pulled out a picture of a cute boy in a wheelchair. "What's wrong with him?"
I couldn't miss the pain in Rose's face. "He was born with spina bifida six years ago. I didn't know my husband had started doing heavy drugs until Scott was born. He took off while I was still in the hospital, and died of an overdose before I could find him. We didn't have any insurance and Scott is going to need special surgeries until he's an adult. Working as a whore is the only way I can make enough to get Scott what he needs."
I looked down at my plate, I didn't recall eating anything, but all that was left was the extra syrup for the pancakes that came with the eggs and sausage. I licked my lips, and while I was trying to decide what I should do about her offer, Rose signaled the waitress and ordered a chicken and cheese omelet for me.
I didn't say anything while I waited. My mind was going a million miles an hour, the job might be honest, but the money wasn't. Finally, I snorted. I'd been awfully tempted just a few minutes ago to cross that street. I wasn't in any position to throw stones.
"All I'll need to do is take care of the kid? I won't be getting involved with your business? You don't work out of your house or anything do you?"
"No, I don't work out of my house. It's not much of a house; I need to save every penny for Scott. Look, why don't you come with me and check it out. If you don't like it, what have your lost?"
When we got to her house, what I saw was a two-room efficiency. The bed was the pull-out kind and the closet was bigger than the bathroom. The second room was just barely big enough for the special hospital bed.
Rose saw my expression. "You'll sleep in my bed at night, I won't be here. You will not sleep in it when I'm here during the day. If this works out, maybe I can find something a little bigger. Scott's in the hospital now. He had another surgery. He'll be there for another three days. That'll give you time to settle in."
She paused, looked hard at me, and seemed to make a decision. "I've only been arrested once. The judge and the cops know why I do what I do. I'm an honest whore, but I'm bound to get caught up in a sweep again before too long. I will plead guilty and I'll probably do 30 to 90 days in county jail. Our county is smart enough to know you can't fine a whore as much as jail time will cost her. I've got money set back to cover Scott's expenses when that happens. I'll make sure I put back enough to cover you too, but if you don't take good care of Scott, there won't be any excuse that'll keep me from ripping you apart. Is that clear? If you play it straight, this will work for both of us. If you try to rip me off, I'll make you sorry you were ever born."
I thought about it and then said, "What happens if he gets sick or needs to go to the hospital while you're locked up. I presume you don't want child protective services to know you have a kid... they'll take him from you, but how am I supposed to manage something like that?"
"Old Miss Holster across the street has my power of attorney. She can't take care of Scott, but she'll sign anything that needs signing."
\*\* \*\* \*\* \*\* \*\*
I won't pretend that the next two years were easy; they weren't. I would have left the first week if it hadn't been for Scott. I've never seen courage like Scott's. I know he was in constant pain. As someone with lupus, I understand how debilitating constant pain can become. Not only didn't Scott complain, he was cheerful.
Anytime my lupus erupted, Scott spent almost as much time taking care of me as I did taking care of him. If it hadn't been that he was still in diapers when I started, I think it would have been almost fun.
Still, I'll never forget the first time Rose was caught in a sweep. Rose didn't work the street at that point, but she was using one of the hot sheets motels that whores use. She had the misfortune of opening her door at the wrong time and was busted
People who live at the bottom rungs of society have a whole different set of survival tools from folks in the middle and upper class. Do you know the hours of the local food bank, or how long past expiration dates food is still good? Do you have the number of Legal Aid memorized? Do you know the difference between a decent bail bondsman and a rip off? How about how to get decent medical care when you can't pay without going to an emergency room? I knew those things and more, and so did Rose.
Most people at the bottom don't spend their lives there unless they're an addict, mentally ill, a criminal, or have physical problems like Scot and I. Getting by without money takes a huge amount of time, time that can't be spent working or moving up in the world.
The first time Rose was arrested, I used some of my contacts to get her released on bail. I lined up a decent lawyer to help her beat her case. I expected a pat on the back. By trading favors, I'd rigged it so it wasn't going to cost Rose a dime.
Instead she ripped me a new one. "I'm a whore. I'm guilty and I will pay the price for breaking the law. I will not fight it, and I won't waste the taxpayer's money. "Don't you EVER do something like this again!"
I then got a long lecture on integrity and the lessons of Dr. Martin Luther King. Dr. King never objected to being arrested for breaking the segregation laws. He acknowledged the right of society to make and enforce those laws even while he proclaimed them immoral. Thus, he never sought to evade the consequences of breaking the law, unlike later protestors on other subjects.
Dr. King was one of Rose's heroes and if he didn't try to evade the consequences of his actions, neither would she. It was the only time I almost got kicked out. My penance was to read and to write a twenty-page single-spaced paper on a book by Dr. Stephen Carter called "Integrity."
It was one of the most important books I ever read. I hadn't given a lot of thought to morality or ethics. Food on the table and clothes on my back seemed more important. After that Rose brought me book after book, ostensibly so I could teach Scott. However, while I read those books while falling asleep, the learned lessons on how to be a man, were pivotal in who I became.
What I learned from Rose put my expensive education at State to shame. Rose taught me how to be a man and accept the consequences for my actions.
It was when I applied to medical school that I finally figured out how special Rose was in my life. Johns Hopkins offered me a scholarship that would not only pay my tuition, but offered a grant large enough to cover all my living expenses. I decided I wanted Rose and Scott to move with me. I knew she couldn't take a chance of setting up her trade in a town where the police didn't know her. So, after visiting with some of the less respectable folks there, I figured out a scam that would get the state to cover Scott's medical expenses. It doesn't matter what it was, it was legal, if you looked at it the right way.
I thought she'd jump at the chance. I knew how much she hated doing what she was doing. She flatly refused. For several weeks I was inundated with books on ethics and honesty. I enrolled at State with a full scholarship.
\*\* \*\* \*\* \*\* \*\*
A little less than two year later, my world fell apart. I was lying on our bed before I changed the sheets. For over a year I'd get peace from inhaling Rose's scent and daydreaming about making a life together once I'd finished school.
Why would a street smart twenty-year-old summa cum laude graduate and medical student fall in love with a thirty-eight-year-old whore? That's hard to answer. First, Rose might be a whore but she wasn't a slut. She did what she had to do for the people she loved. She put them first and didn't worry about the cost to herself. She never talked about her work, but it didn't take a genius to see what it cost her to sell her body.
Then there was the way she took care of me. I didn't realize for a while that my favorite goodies were always on hand when I needed to study. When my lupus would flair up, she'd spend hours applying the expensive lotions she'd bought to help. If I had to study late, she'd take the night off and feed me coffee or quiz me until I was ready. Rose didn't have much education, but she was one of the smartest people I'd ever met.
Next was the way she made me laugh. I never realized just how bitter and shriveled my soul had become. Rose would poke fun at herself and at me in a way that made me laugh. She had the funniest stories and she had a talent for telling them.
Most important was her character. The way I was raised, honesty was optional, to be used only if there was an advantage to it. A look of disappointment was all it took to break me of that. Other negative character traits were harder, but Rose had the highest standards I'd ever seen and she made me want to emulate them. Being around Rose made me a better person and I'll always love her for that.
Last and least important, Rose was beautiful. I didn't see it for a long time, but the way she carried herself would have put a queen to shame. Her smile lit her whole face, and when she took care of Scott, I know the old masters would have died to paint her as the Madonna. The way I reacted to her beauty and her scent let me know that I didn't view her as some sort of surrogate mother.
Final exams had pushed me beyond what I'd thought were my limits. Rose had been a lifesaver; she kept the coffee fresh and drilled me for hours on my new vocabulary.
My reverie was broken by a call from Rose. She'd been busted in a street sweep. I hadn't known she'd been reduced to streetwalking as she got older. When I hung up I mumbled, "I'll get her off the streets even if I have to marry her now!"
Three days later I was shocked when Rose walked through the door. Impulsively I wrapped her in my arm and I tried to kiss her. She normally allowed that, but this time she pulled back. As part of her pre-trial process they'd run a standard set of blood tests. Rose was one the first to get AIDS. She hadn't known. She was only 38 years old, Scott was 10.
She'd always had her johns use condoms, even for blow jobs, but one must have failed. The county dropped all charges, they didn't want to have to pick up the cost of treating Rose, and they knew she had too many assets to claim indigent status for free care at the county's expense.
I'd lived with Rose for four years and I'd never seen her cry. I looked for some sign now, but her eyes were desert dry. When I pressed her, she laid out her future in the starkest of terms and then chased me out to "get some books for Scott." If she ever cried I didn't see it.
I did go to school, but not to the library. Instead I went to see some of the law school professors. I then visited with the school administration and one of my medical professors who'd taken me under his wing.
The whole process took several days, but when I had my ducks in a row I confronted Rose. "Rose, I want you to marry me."
I couldn't have shocked her more if I'd sprouted wings. "Rose, I've talked to law professors and to others, and I think I've got a plan we can both live with. I've got health insurance through the school. Even if we get married it won't cover you or Scott. However, if we get married and I adopt Scott it will cover his pre-existing condition in two years as a minor. I can't get you any insurance but this is completely legal for Scott."
I watched a host of emotions fleet across Rose's face. "It might be legal, but it is right? I can't ask someone else to accept my responsibilities."
"No, you can't. But we aren't asking for anything. It's the way the policy is written. However, I can't cover Scott's medical needs if he's only a friend, and I won't be able to adopt him at my age unless we're married. Look, you can't work, but I can trade professional services to get care for you and Scott until he's covered and until I'm making enough to pay for your care."
Rose looked suspicious, "What professional services are you going to trade. I'm not letting you go on the street especially if you're married to me and you're Scott's father!"
I had to smile. "No, Rose, my medical professional service..."
"You won't be a doctor for two more years. After that you'll still have to do your internship and residence..."
"That's true, but one of my professors is willing to loan me his services on my promise to pay his gift forward. I've also arranged to get you enrolled in some of the med school's experimental treatments. I don't want to sound like I'm bragging, Rose, but you and I make a good team. My grades have me in the top three in my class, and I'm already being courted for my internship by some of the better training hospitals. I'm leaning toward Duke, but John Hopkins is hinting at a rather nice package."
Rose staggered back and sat down hard. "You know I'm proud of you, but this still sounds like charity. Besides, I'm not going to let you marry a diseased whore just to skirt the rules..."
I interrupted her. "Rose, don't pretend you don't know I love you. I've loved you for years. My daydream has been to find you while you're working. I'd have the biggest diamond you've ever seen. I'd tell you I was the last man you'd ever be with, then I'd bring you back here and we'd finally make love. Rose, I don't have much of a ring, but will you marry me?"
For the first time I saw tears in Rose's eyes.
Epilogue:
Rose lasted for almost three years with all the experimental treatments we were able to get. She never complained even when the pain was too much for the drugs. She lived long enough to see me accepted for a residence program to become a heart surgeon. On her deathbed she saw Scott walk all the way across the room without even a cane to shave for the first time. When she hugged him she called him "her brave young man."
I held her in my arms as she died in our bed at home. It was one of the few times I didn't honor her wishes. I wept.
This bed of Rose's that I lay on
Where I was taught to be a man
This bed of Rose's where I'm livin'
Is the only kind of love I understand...
*I would like to thank CopyCarver, SweetErika for their help on this story.* |
Fourth Year After Ch. 02 | 16,104 | 4.73 | 1,564,531 | [
"incest novella",
"polyamory",
"mother son incest",
"father daughter incest",
"group marriage",
"group sex"
] | Author's note: This is Chapter 2 of "Fourth Year After", the last book in my series that began with "First Year After". Then Second, Third, you get the picture. If you have not read the earlier books in the series, I recommend you do, so you'll know who the characters are, how they relate to each other, and how they got to where they are now.
As always, all sexual acts described here involve fictional characters over the age of 18.
\~\~\~\~\~
January 2nd, 2016
Ginger worked her first day with Henry and Mom at the practice. Patients were already commenting that they liked her much better than Dr. Mason. Patti and Sandy both stopped by for first ultrasounds, and Ginger performed them, instead of Henry. Sandy emailed a digital copy of the ultrasound picture of her baby to Aaron and Amanda. Due dates of August 20th were confirmed for both of them.
Toni decided that rather than wait until late February to start the induced lactation protocol so that she would be ready to nurse around the time Patti and Sandy's babies arrived in August, that she would start as soon as possible, and be able to nurse around the end of June. The six-month protocol combines birth control pills with other medicine to simulate the effects of pregnancy until 6 weeks before the end, when the birth control pills would cease, the other medicine would continue and she would begin pumping to bring in a milk supply, then add herbal supplements. I won't bother detailing every change in her medications, etc., in this journal.
\~\~\~\~\~
January 4th, 2016
Henry and Mom called Carmen, the real estate agent who had handled the sales for East and West back in 2013, to see if she would act as buyer's agent for us. She agreed, and started searching for properties within the parameters that Henry gave her.
He specified that we wanted a property with privacy and a fair amount of land, either with a pool or the space to put one in, and either a modern home with at least six bedrooms with two separate masters with baths, or a knockdown where we could build our own to those specs. I figured that finding the two master bedrooms would be the hardest part, since most home designs only feature one.
\~\~\~\~\~
January 6, 2016
I called Duke at lunch time. "Hey, dude. Do you and Jean want to join, Patti, Amber, Sandy and me to see Force Awakens on Friday night? It's been out a few weeks now, and shouldn't be so crowded."
"Sorry, Drew," he answered, "Jean and I have already gotten an invitation for dinner from Jean's aunt Ginger for Friday night. Ginger's still trying to clear the air after everything that went down New Year's Day, and it's important to Jean that we go. Can we do it Saturday afternoon, instead?"
"No, that won't work for us," I answered. "Henry, Mom and Toni are going to see it Saturday, so we're going to be home watching all four kids as a trade for them watching the kids Friday. Another time for another movie, I guess."
Duke suggested, "If you're going to be home, maybe we'll just stop by your place and watch something off Netflix."
"That sounds good, see you at lunch time?"
\~\~\~\~\~
January 9, 2016
Mom, Tina and Henry had left for the theater about half an hour before Duke and Jean arrived for lunch. Sandy chose to spend the afternoon with some friends from high school who were also home for winter break.
Over the dining room table, Patti asked, "So how did the dinner with Ginger and her kids go, last night?"
Duke blushed, and look tongue-tied, a rarity for him.
Jean smirked and said, "Dinner was good, but dessert was better. I took Toby to his bedroom and blew his little old mind, while Ginger and Wendy double-teamed Duke. Once Toby couldn't go any more, I had the opportunity to explain compersion to him, and I actually think he got it. Time will tell."
"Is this going to be a regular thing between the five of you, do you think?" Amber asked.
"I... I don't know," Duke got out. "Since Toby and Wendy are headed back to Denver for school next weekend, we don't know if Ginger plans to continue with us, or return to spending her time with Henry and you guys."
"Which do you want?" I asked. "I would be okay with her going back and forth between you guys and us, at the minimum."
Duke considered, and answered, "I think that would work. I just hope Ginger doesn't want to get us involved with your group so that she can have both at the same time. You know my reasons."
"You mean your fears," Amber challenged. Oh, boy.
Duke frowned, then said, "I believe I'm just being rational. There is a risk that I don't think is worth it. I don't know one couple that started as friends first, who stayed friends after breaking up," Duke said. "It just doesn't happen. And don't try to tell me that you were friends with Patti first before becoming lovers. You two didn't remain friends after you broke up, either. You had not talked to each other in years before you reunited and you went back to being lovers, not platonic friends. You actually demonstrate my point."
"Patti and I were a special case, given my relationship with my Dad." Amber reached out and touched Duke's hand. "Duke, you're assuming a breakup is inevitable and its outcome certain. I'll tell you right now, it's a lot easier to remain satisfied in a polyamorous relationship, by getting different needs met by different people. We rarely fight here, because there isn't as much of a me versus you dynamic going on."
"Like the dynamic between you and me right now?" Duke retorted.
"We're not a couple, Duke, and if you think this is a fight, you're kidding yourself. I'm not trying to make up your mind for you, Duke, just provide you with a different perspective." She turned to Jean and asked, "What do *you* want to see happen, Jean?"
Jean immediately answered, "I want my husband to be happy. Is it that unreasonable to seek that happiness outside of this group, rather than inside it?"
"I guess I don't understand the distinction?" I asked. "Isn't it still a polyamorous relationship with Ginger and her kids, or even just a triad with Ginger?"
"I guess you haven't really been listening, Drew," Duke answered. "It's not being in a group that's the problem. Your friendship is my concern. Being in a group scene is surprisingly great, so long as *you* are not in that group. Ginger, Toby and Wendy are Jean's family, but none of them are my best friend. A friend I owe my life, okay? Or haven't you ever figured out that it was your friendship after my Dad died that kept me from killing myself? Far more than Kenny, although I give him some credit, too."
"I... I never knew that it got that bad," I said. Duke had been very depressed by the loss of his dad, but I never got the sense that he was suicidal over it.
"It didn't, because you were there for me," Duke said in a voice that was nearly a whisper. "I wouldn't have made it without you, though, and we promised each other we would always be friends, and I will stand by that promise. Let me give you an analogy. If someone offered you a bet where you'd get a billion dollars if you won but losing meant Sharon would be killed, how good would the odds need to be before you'd take the bet?"
"I'd never..." I said, shocked at the idea.
Duke nodded. "Exactly. Your kids, your wives, have infinite value to you, so any non-zero probability of losing would not be worth it, just as a matter of math. Well, you have infinite value to me - as a friend. Do you understand now?"
"Yeah, crystal clear," I answered. "I treasure your friendship just as much as you do mine. I just want to point out two flaws in what you're saying. First, you talk about friends who become couples not staying friends after a breakup. How would that actually apply to you and me? We aren't a couple, never would be. How would deciding to share any of the same women, even if it's only Ginger, really impact our friendship? That doesn't make you a couple with them, either."
Duke said, "Drew, do you really think that if Patti and I become sexual and things then became uncomfortable between her and I later, that it wouldn't also affect you and me? You're right that I wouldn't be attempting a monogamous relationship with the women in your life, but don't polyamorous relationships break up, too? It's about avoiding being sexually involved with those closest to you. What's the second flaw?"
"You mentioned that we promised to always be friends. We both made that promise, so why are you acting like you're the only one able to keep that promise, no matter what? To follow your analogy, you must assume that the probability of our friendship ending would be increased by this, when I think it might actually be bolstered by it, from more shared experiences. Is that because you believe I might not be able to remain friends with you, or because you believe you that you might not be able to?"
"I'd just rather not find out, either way, okay? Can we drop it, please?"
We moved onto other topics, and eventually found a movie on Netflix to watch, then Duke and Jean went home.
\~\~\~\~\~
After they left, Patti asked, "Do you want Duke and Jean to join us? You pushed him pretty hard, there."
"I didn't bring up the subject," I responded. "Duke did, and it was Amber who pushed the fear angle. I just responded to what he said."
"That doesn't answer my question, Drew," Patti retorted.
I answered, "I'll express the same opinion Jean did. I want him to be happy, first and foremost. If he finds that happiness elsewhere, I'm good with it. If he wants to join with us, I'll welcome him with open arms. I just get irked by his 'you will stop being my friend if it does not work' routine, because it's crap and a bit insulting to me. I want to hear him have a better reason than that. That's all. At least Sandy has some solid reasons to go to Minneapolis."
"That situation is different, Drew," Amber said. "Sandy's been involved with both groups, and is choosing between us because geography requires it. She knows that if she chooses Minneapolis, we'll support her, not stop loving her. Duke would apparently assume that we'd shun her for it."
"Whatever his reasons or fears, it's not worth it to keep pushing him, though," Patti said. "He'll just dig in even more. We risk doing the very thing he's afraid of, damaging our friendship over this. Let it be what it is, okay? I think back to when he first met Jean, and I thought hooking up with them in a foursome would be a bad idea because he wouldn't be able to go back to being friends, too."
I asked, "Do you still think that, sweetie? That it's a one-way transition?"
Patti answered, "No, I've changed my mind about that, at least in terms of polyamorous relationships, after all that's happened to us since then, between getting involved with Matt and Sophia to reuniting with Amber and what went on with your cousin Carrie last summer. That's mainly because the lack of possessiveness in poly relationships makes it somewhat easier to end them without the kind of blame that damages the friendship, but I do understand where Duke is coming from. Being intimate with Matt and Sophia did change the relationship forever. It was for the positive, though."
\~\~\~\~\~
January 16, 2016
Kenny finally managed to get a week of vacation that didn't get canceled at the last minute, and arranged with Amber to spend the whole week with KJ, with his parents. He flew into DFW on Friday night, and picked KJ up in the morning. Along with jars of baby food, Amber included a fair supply of breast milk, that had been frozen for just that purpose, so Kenny wouldn't have to use formula.
\~\~\~\~\~
Sandy spent her last night before returning to campus with Amber, Mom and I. I asked her, "Aaron and Amanda are expecting an answer from you, right? Have you decided?"
"I still don't know, Drew," she replied. "I want to be with them, but I really want it to be here in Dallas, so I can maintain my connection with you guys. How do I explain that, without revealing that I make love with all of you, with everything that implies?"
I responded, "Patti and I went through the same thing with Matt and Sophia. The question you have to ask is whether they can be trusted not to freak out and report us to the authorities."
Mom added, "I think it would be hard to avoid telling them eventually, if you're going to continue being intimate with us. If they cannot be trusted, that's its own problem, don't you think?"
Sandy sighed. "I've thought about that. Both from the standpoint of doubting them and of keeping a secret this big from them. I just don't know how to figure out how they feel about incest before telling them."
"You could always watch one of the 'Flowers In the Attic' movies together, or even watch it via your tablet when they're present to hear it," Mom said. "They're all about an incestuous relationship between a brother and sister, who were themselves born of an incestuous relationship between uncle and niece. I doubt you'd get through it without finding out their opinion."
"Isn't that a little transparent?" Sandy asked.
"Well, it's the most prominent example of incest coming out of Hollywood that I know of," Mom answered. "Lifetime has remade the whole series, so it shouldn't be hard to find either the originals from the 80s or these remakes."
I added, "Or you could take some of my Heinlein novels with you to read, which have affirmative incest in them."
"I don't know," Sandy said. "I'll figure something out. Now, how about demonstrating some of that incest, brother?"
I was about to point out that sex with me wasn't actually incest, when Amber beat me to it. "Hey, I'm the only blood relative in this bed with you, sister," Amber said, before pushing Sandy onto her back and beginning to nuzzle her neck from Sandy's right.
I joined in nuzzling Sandy from her left, while Mom kissed her way up Sandy's legs, winding up slurping Sandy's juices loudly. Sandy pushed me away, softly saying, "Fuck your mom, while she eats me." Then, to Amber, "I want to eat you, Amber. I want to still smell you in my nose tomorrow when I'm flying."
Mom wrapped her arms around Sandy's legs, while I moved around to get behind Mom and Amber straddled Sandy's head. I took several minutes eating Mom out from behind, before kneeling behind her and shoving my cock into her pussy. Amber's eyes locked with mine, just as she moaned through her first orgasm.
I reached my hands towards Amber, and she reached hers towards me, and we enmeshed hands for a minute, as I thrust my hips into Mom. We released each other, and Amber's hands went to her sister's breasts, lightly flicking her nipples. This put Sandy over the edge, as her back arched, and she almost bucked Mom off of her.
Mom held on tight, and Sandy screamed in delight as her first orgasm turned immediately into a second more powerful one.
Mom pulled herself away from me, and pulled me between Sandy's legs, and I thrust deeply into my stepsister, feeling her orgasm continue to ripple around me. I gave her a few seconds to recover before I pulled back and thrust in again, driving her into the mattress.
Sandy came again around me, and Amber rolled away from Sandy and into a 69 with Mom beside us, turning her head to kiss Sandy, tasting herself in the process, before tasting Mom from the source.
Sandy gazed up at me and said, "I love you, Drew. Fill me up good. Let me still be squishy when Aaron fucks me tomorrow night."
I lasted another 15 minutes with her, before I fulfilled that request. Either she was cumming, or one of my wives were, during almost all of that time. Finally, I couldn't hold back, and I gritted, "Here it comes, sweetie. I'm cumming! Fuck!" I squirted into her over and over, then lay beside her and we watched Amber and Mom reach their finish as well.
Already spooned behind Sandy, it didn't take long to fall asleep, whispering, "I love you too, baby. Choose what is going to make you happiest."
\~\~\~\~\~
January 22, 2016
Ginger visited us for a Friday night dinner again, and revealed her involvement with Duke and Jean from her side of things.
"I love Jeannie, and I like Duke, as much as I know him so far, and I plan to keep seeing them on occasion, maybe every couple of weeks, to see how we are as a trio, now that my kids have gone back to Denver. I've told them, and I'm telling you guys now, I have no intention of trying to pull them into this group whatsoever, not only because I understand Duke is opposed, but because I'm still not sure I want to be a full-time member here, either. I want to have guest status for a while longer, I think."
We looked around the table and gathered a silent consensus. "Fine with us, Ginger," Mom said. "It took Toni, Henry and Amber each about 9 months to fully join us, after they first got involved with us. We can be patient, when the decision is that important to all of us. And if your decision is to never join us full-time, that's okay, too."
\~\~\~\~\~
Ginger decided she wanted to have sex with Patti, Amber and me together, the first time she'd been with all three of us, rather than one on one.
We started out with an oral chain, Patti eating Ginger, who was sucking me off, as I licked Amber and Amber finished the circle in Patti's quim.
This was only the second time I'd been intimate with Ginger, but her mouth and technique already felt familiar to me. When she squeezed my nuts and pushed my cock fully into her throat, I clenched, trying not to come so quickly, but completely failed, making mine the first orgasm. She gulped around me, before drawing back and letting me shoot into her mouth over and over.
I was grunting into Amber's pussy, and intensified my licking as I came down from my orgasm. I heard her squeal into Patti as I strummed her clit with my tongue, then thumb, then tongue again. Ginger kept sucking on my cock, returning it to hardness in minutes, before I felt her scream from her own orgasm as much as I heard it. Patti and Amber followed soon after.
The circle broke up, and Patti and Amber formed a 69, while Ginger climbed onboard my cock, then lay down on my chest and rocked back and forth, as I rotated my hips to thrust up into her. I gazed into her eyes as I mouthed, "I love you," as her eyes widened and her Kegels simultaneously clenched around me. I could feel her clit against my pubis, getting rubbed as we fucked, so it came as no surprise when she came next, triggering my second orgasm.
We cuddled together for several minutes, before my cock flopped free from her. I rolled us onto our sides, and kissed her deeply.
Over her shoulder, I saw Patti and Amber spasm in mutual orgasm, then turn around to cuddle and kiss as we were.
I reached down to pull the covers up over us, and that's how we fell asleep.
\~\~\~\~\~
January 24, 2016
Kenny returned KJ to us Sunday afternoon. We spent a few minutes catching up with each other's professional lives. I could tell he was itching to ask about our personal lives, but never asked, and I never volunteered. Our friendship felt pretty much dead.
\~\~\~\~\~
January 30, 2016
This weekend, Ginger came for a "family night" with all six of us, on the big bed in Center, the first for her. Over dinner, she said, "How do you decide who does what with whom?"
Toni laughed, saying, "Usually it starts with whoever the rotation says would be matched if we were in separate bedrooms, then we just go where the spirits take us."
"And what determines the rotation?" Ginger asked.
"Family secret," I said. "The women won't tell us."
Patti chuckled. "It's not a big secret, Drew. It's partly random, we just don't tell you guys until we show up in your bed each night or to tell you to change bedrooms. We used to just draw names out of a hat, but now I use a computer program I wrote to randomize the order of the assignments, while keeping things equal."
"Nerd," quipped Amber.
Patti smiled, and continued, "With two men and four women, there are six different triad combinations that are FFM, so we generate that as a random sequence, ensuring that each combo happens once, which equals each husband being with each wife twice, each wife being with each other wife twice, and being with each husband three times, but without being with him three nights in a row. If we know we're not going to have a 'family night' that week, we'll insert a night where the two men are paired with one woman, and the four wives take turns with that. Tina would be the next up for that. That fills the seven days per week, and we start again, with the added constraint that we're not with the same husband three nights in a row if we haven't had the family night in between."
"And if you added another spouse?" Ginger asked. "Not saying it would be me, but I'm curious."
Patti replied, "We already handle that when Sandy is here, but I also designed the program to handle larger numbers, potentially. The number of possible assignments increases based on both the number of participants and the number of beds being used, and quickly gets to the point where it doesn't make sense to generate a full sequence of those combos because of how many nights that would take to get through. Instead, the program generates randomly for a specified number of nights, then applies some minimum, maximum and repetition rules to cull outliers in the random distribution. For the six of us, that's exactly three matchups with each man, and two with each other woman, over six nights. Adding Sandy, there are 20 combos of triads and quads, in which each woman is matched with each man 10 times, and to each woman 8, or 40% of those combos. If we randomly generate six nights, 40% would mean an average of 2.4 matches to each woman, so we instead apply a minimum of 2 and max of 3, while still matching to each man 3 times exactly."
"And if we expanded bigger than that?" I asked.
"Let's say eight women and four men divided evenly between two beds, double our current numbers. There are 420 possible combos with two groups of four women and two men, but we could generate 14 random nights and require that each woman be with each man 7 times and each woman with each other woman six, just the order and mix would vary. I doubt we'd still be trying to get all 12 in one bed at that point. I could go through all of the math with you later, if you want, because I can see Amber's eyes are already glazing over."
Amber stuck her tongue out at Patti, who returned the gesture.
"So, what's the starting lineup for tonight?" Ginger asked.
Toni answered, "You'll be with Henry, Tina and Patti, while I start with Amber and Drew. But orgasms generally cause switches, so who knows after that. Computer program or not, we don't want to be too preplanned."
We all headed upstairs and disrobed. Toni and Mom had been with me the night before, so I suggested I fuck Amber first, while she and Toni were in a 69. Amber countered with the suggestion that Toni ride her face, while I crouched in front of Amber and penetrated her from that position. I agreed.
Kneeling on the bed, Amber initially climbed into my arms and lowered herself onto my shaft, wrapping her legs around my back. Holding her arms, I lowered her down to the bed, then moved my hands under her butt to hold her up to the level of my cock, while I started short thrusts into her.
Toni climbed over Amber's head, and sighed when Amber's tongue slipped into her. Toni reached across Amber and put her hands on my shoulders, to help give me leverage to pull back and lengthen my strokes into Amber.
I glanced to the side, and Ginger was riding Henry in cowgirl position, while Patti was over his mouth, but Patti was leaning forward to suckle on Ginger's left breast, while Mom was nipping her right nipple with her teeth, and rubbing Ginger's clit with her thumb. Ginger's head was thrown back in ecstasy, her eyes closed as she rose and fell.
With all of the attention, Ginger was the first to cry out in orgasm, followed shortly by Toni, as Amber had added two fingers to her stimulation.
Toni called, "Switch!" and Ginger reluctantly dismounted slowly from Henry, and took Toni's place over Amber's mouth, while Patti climbed onto Henry's cock, leaving Henry's mouth for Toni. Mom decided to follow Ginger, continuing to kiss her breasts and frig her clit.
The next orgasm was again Ginger's, as Mom never really let her down from the plateau she had reached, and then Amber.
Amber squirmed away from me, and ordered Mom to lay down in her place, then pushed Ginger to sit on Tina's face next. Since I wasn't holding Mom in the same position, I got to lean forward and take over sucking on Ginger's tits as I thrust in and out of Mom.
Patti came next, crying out, "Henry! Oh, fuck that's good." She made way for Amber, and alternated between licking Amber's breasts and Toni's.
Henry came just before I did, and we were out of the action for a bit. The women realized that Mom hadn't come yet, she'd been so focused on everyone else's pleasure, so they playfully pushed me out of the way, Patti and Ginger diving between her legs to lick out my cum, Amber and Toni suckling at her breasts, and didn't let her up until she'd come twice.
We managed two more rounds similar to that, before finally collapsing an hour before dawn.
\~\~\~\~\~
February 3, 2016
Over dinner, Mom said, "I got a call from Maria this afternoon. Ever since Christmas, when Ginger asked if she could call her, she and Ginger have been meeting for coffee once or twice a week, either on the weekend or after work. Last night, they met at Ginger's apartment, instead. Long story short, they wound up in bed together. Maria thought we should know, since she knew Ginger has still been involved with us."
Henry asked, "Why didn't Ginger tell us any of this?"
Mom answered, "Maria thought we knew about the coffee dates. From the way she described them, though, we have been the predominant topic of conversation. For Ginger, how to navigate being involved with two groups at once, us and her own family, given that Duke and Toby both have said they don't want to be involved with us, for their particular reasons."
"And for Maria?" I asked.
Mom replied, "How to be involved without marrying us. You really scared her with that proposal, Drew."
"How did they get from there to being in bed with each other?" Amber asked. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, it just doesn't make sense."
"Getting turned on isn't always logical, honey," Mom said. "Ginger was talking all about the family night experience we just had with her, contrasting it with being one on one or in a smaller group, and they both realized it was turning them on. They started kissing, and it led to more and more. It's not that different than what led to Patti and I making love for the first time."
"We were talking about Drew, too, if you remember," Patti said. "Congratulations, baby, just discussing sex with you is an aphrodisiac."
"Hah, hah," I said. "Does that mean the two of them are an item, now? Or was it just a one-off?"
Mom said, "It sounded like something Maria enjoyed and doesn't regret, but beyond that I don't think either of them knows, yet."
\~\~\~\~\~
February 4, 2016
The next day, Henry said, "I got a chance to talk with Ginger today, about where things stand with us. She admitted to having sex with Maria, and said she felt even more confused about what she was feeling, not just for Maria, but all of the people she's been intimate with. From us to her kids to Jean and Duke and now Maria."
"I hope you told her it's okay to love everyone," Amber said.
Henry said, "Oh, I did. She's just not sure what she's feeling, from person to person, whether it's love or lust or somewhere in between. She's so used to focusing on one person at a time. She wants to take a step back, from everyone, and try to get some clarity. Maybe a month away from sex with anyone."
"What she's going to get is horny," Amber said.
Henry responded, "But maybe before she does, she'll figure out her emotions a little better. When I had to face being intimate with more than one person, I at least knew I was dealing with fear, and could gradually address it as such. I think Ginger's more affected by feeling out of control."
"Is love something you can control, though?" I asked.
"Drew, you're the king of turning attraction into love," Toni said. "You told Maria just that, it's part of who you are, and we love you for it. Perhaps we fall in love with you because you radiate love so easily. But for most people, attraction doesn't turn into love automatically, and I think Ginger is having trouble telling one from the other with so many people involved. So, some distance could help her put a damper on the attraction, so it isn't swamping her feelings of love and she can tell who she really feels love for."
Patti added, "Maybe the answer will be that she feels love for everyone, or it might just be a few. You reassured Ginger last year that whatever decision she reached would be okay with you."
"Still the case," I said. "I do love her, and a big part of that is wanting her happiness. Even if that means not ever going to bed with her again."
\~\~\~\~\~
February 10, 2016
Amber's 24th birthday fell mid-week, so we started celebrating the weekend before with a party on Sunday, and kept on celebrating it until the day of, when we had a smaller party for just the six of us involving the double-queen bed and a three-hour lovemaking session with Amber as the central focus.
\~\~\~\~\~
February 12th, 2016
Patti (and Sandy) had nearly completed their first trimester, so we both began telling more people about her pregnancy, getting a lot of congratulations from people at Cooper and ABC. My boss Mike asked, "This is number three for you, now? Hoping for a boy?"
I flashed back briefly to my slip-up with Kenny, accidentally revealing Gavin as my son by saying the wrong number, but hid my reaction.
I answered, "Yeah, we are. Before we even got married, Patti said she wanted one of each gender, and would go for a third pregnancy if she didn't accomplish both genders in two. Amber's already got one of each, although KJ isn't mine biologically or legally. He feels like my stepson, but is legally my step-nephew. We're hoping Patti has a boy this time so they're balanced and she doesn't have to go for that third pregnancy, only to wind up with another girl. KJ and I would be seriously outnumbered with two moms and four daughters."
"We've never talked about it much. What is it like, being married to two women?" Mike asked. "Don't they just gang up on you in arguments?"
"Not really," I answered. "I don't know if it's the nature of poly relationships, or if we just get along really well together, but we rarely fight, and if we do, it's usually the third person being the peacemaker, not taking sides. It helps that they love each other as much as they love me. In fact, Patti loved Amber first, then they broke up and Patti met me, then they reunited."
"You immediately became a threesome?"
"No, not committed to each other like we are today, not right away," I replied, knowing I had to present the alternate version of our history that omitted our incest. "Yes, Patti, Amber and I had sex together several times after their reunion and that's when Amber and I conceived Kyra, but Amber wasn't convinced that a threesome could work, so she hooked up with my friend Kenny at my wedding and also conceived KJ. They tried to make it work for a while, but when Kyra's paternity was revealed, it was the last straw for a relationship that was already shaky. That's when Amber realized that what she really wanted was to be with us, whether or not society would accept us."
"Well, I hope the situation keeps you happy, so you can continue doing the great work you've been doing, Drew. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you that it's a boy."
\~\~\~\~\~
Henry and I coordinated with each other, to get four identical bouquets of two dozen red roses for Valentine's Day, for each of our wives, delivered to their jobs, home in Toni's case, the Friday before Valentine's Day. The cards only mentioned one husband's name, of course, but our wives quickly figured out we'd both been involved when they got home with their bouquets and saw that they'd all received the same flowers.
"We love you so much, guys," Toni said, after she'd hugged Henry and me before dinner. "I wish I could shout to the whole world that I have the two best husbands ever. We'll just have to reward you in bed, instead."
"I can live with that," I said, rubbing my hands up and down her back, before letting her go, to sit on the couch.
Patti chuckled, saying, "My coworkers at Cooper think you must have gotten in trouble with me, and were trying to make it up to me with such a large bouquet. They almost wouldn't believe me when I said you not only weren't in trouble, but would be getting very lucky tonight."
"I was lucky the day I fell in love you, baby," I answered. "The days I fell in love with all of you. Flowers are the least I can do to show you that."
Mom laughed out loud. "Any other guy, and I'd call bullshit. But that's you, Drew, through and through. We are the ones who are lucky, to have you and Henry love us, so unselfishly."
"Good thing we didn't buy them candy, too, Drew," Henry said. "We'd be in sugar overload about now."
"Really, Dr. Kilson?" Patti said. "Is that your medical diagnosis? I can always withhold the sugar in bed if you feel we're being too sweet for you."
"God, no, Patti dear. I happen to like tasting your sweetness."
"I'll give you plenty of time tonight to show me how much," Patti teased. "Tina and I are your partners tonight."
"I guess that means I'll be tasting Amber and Toni's sugar tonight, then," I said.
"Unless you've recruited more wives that we don't know about," teased Amber.
"They keep telling me no," I mock-whined. It earned me several laughs.
Amber's eyes widened, as she realized that I wasn't completely joking. In just the past few months, I'd expressed my love for Maria, Ginger, and all but invited Duke and Jean into our marriage. And all of them were either a no or a maybe. Why wasn't I satisfied with what I had?
Amber noticed the shift in my emotions, and came over to climb into my lap and kissed me. She whispered, "Never stop loving who your heart draws you to, sweetie. It's part of who you are, and I don't want you to change that. Let those who might fit our marriage come to it in their own time. Because we're in it, it feels natural to us, but it's really not, even without the incest. It's kind of a high hurdle to jump, and not everyone will be able to do it."
I took a deep breath in, and let it out, and squeezed her tight. "Thanks, I needed to hear that. I just feel sometimes like Cupid has it in for me, shooting me over and over."
Amber pivoted to look me in the eyes, one hand raised to caress my cheek. "Then, I'm kinda glad for it. Where would we be now, if you had put a limit on your love, either at two wives or three? Why would I then say you needed to stop at four? That would be silly. We'll just have to see if wife number five presents herself, if it's not Ginger or Maria."
"Or husband number three?" I suggested.
"Who knows what Cupid has in mind for us?" she asked.
"Dinner's served," called out Toni, so I picked Amber up, and carried her to the dining table, setting her in a chair Henry pulled out for her.
\~\~\~\~\~
When Toni and Amber and I headed to bed that night, oral was certainly on my mind. I saw Amber and Toni whispering during the walk to East, and when they both went into the master bath together, I knew something was up.
I was on the bed, lightly stroking myself while waiting on them, when they both came out, naked, and climbed on the bed. Toni took my hand away from my cock with her right hand, and when her left hand stroked my cock, it was slick.
"Lube?" I asked. "What for?"
"Flavored lube," Amber answered. "A friend of mine at work gave me a sample, and when Henry started joking about us tasting sweet, I thought we might try it."
"I like your natural flavors just fine, but try anything once, right?" I responded. "So, who's first?"
"We want to share your cock," Toni said, "So we don't wind up with a diluted sample by going second." With that, both ladies began lapping at my cock, somewhere between a lollipop and an ice cream cone. It was several minutes before either of them let my cockhead pass their lips, and I was nearly ready to blow.
Toni let Amber continue the blowjob, as she came up to give me a kiss that had a faint hint of the lube's fruity flavor in it. "Come," she commanded, as one finger flicked my left nipple, and I peaked, thrusting my hips as my cock blew out my sperm into Amber's mouth.
"That's the flavor I was looking for," Amber said, as she joined Toni to give us each a kiss, tasting of my sperm.
"Next?" I panted. "I vote Amber."
"Fine with me," Toni said. We both kissed our way down Amber's body, finding that she had even rubbed some of the lube on her nipples. When we reached the junction of her legs, Amber pulled them up and apart, to give us easy access.
Toni focused on Amber's clit, while I licked around her hole. The taste of the flavor started strong, but either my tastebuds got used to it, or the combination of my saliva and Amber's juices diluted it, so I noticed it less and less.
I introduced two fingers into Amber's hole, and otherwise let Toni have full access, and we got Amber off twice before she pushed us away.
"Oh, god, that was good," Amber said. "But it's Toni's turn, now."
Toni lay back, and pulled her legs up like Amber had, and I took the clitoral role this time. The flavor was just as strong as it had initially been with Amber, but it still didn't take long for it to diminish as her natural honey flowed.
I sucked hard on Toni's clit, and she screamed, "Fuck!" as she started to shake. Amber introduced two fingers inside just as Toni was coming down, and signaled me when she began pressing on Toni's gspot. I did the same to her clit with my tongue, and Toni's second orgasm started almost immediately, and her third left her drained.
"Verdict?" Amber asked, as we cuddled with Toni in the aftermath.
I said, "Interesting as a change of pace, but I'm not sure I'd want to use it all the time. It might be different if any of you women actually needed the help in getting wet, and none of us is into anal."
Toni said, "Not yet, anyway. On needing the help, not anal. Tina will hit menopause in a few more years, and she might need the help then, and I'm not that many years younger. It's good to know that there are products like this to use then that don't taste like crap."
"The big four-oh is coming up soon, isn't it?" Amber said.
"Don't remind me," Toni said.
\~\~\~\~\~
February 19, 2016
The doorbell at East rang on Friday night, right in the middle of bath time for all four kids, as we were watching Gavin so Mom, Henry and Toni could have a date night. I left Patti and Amber in the bathroom, to answer the door.
It was Maria. "Can I talk with you, Drew?"
"Of course, Aunt Maria. Just let me tell Amber and Patti that you're here. They're in the middle of giving baths."
Once I got back downstairs, Maria was sitting on the couch. I sat beside her and said, "I'm all yours."
Maria said, "Oh, how I wish that were true, Drew. For you to be my one and only. Except, you're not, and you can't be and I can't keep pretending otherwise. And I'm not just talking about the question of exclusivity, I'm talking about the incest. The simple fact that we can't be public about being together is always going to be a barrier."
"How important is that to you?" I asked.
Maria said, "Important enough to know that you can't be first in my life, and that's what I think a husband should be. Neither can Tina be my wife. But a primary relationship that isn't incestuous and can let me have you and Tina and even the rest of your family as secondaries, will help keep my heart in balance. Be an anchor, if you will."
"Okay, so how do you find someone who'll be open to you being involved with us like that?"
Maria paused then answered, "I already have, I think. I am going to ask Ginger to marry me. I've fallen in love with her, Drew, and I think she has the same feelings for me. I just have to get her to see it, in the mix of everyone else she's been involved with. I know she's having a hard time right now, distinguishing attraction, lust and love with so many people, but I wanted you to know that's my goal. The whole concept of primary vs secondary relationships was actually her idea, something she threw out there during one of our conversations about our interactions with this group marriage of yours."
I said, "Huh. So, does that mean the two of you would join our group with a public-facing marriage as cover?"
Maria said, "I don't think joining is the answer, not as fulltime members of the household. Even if I weren't Tina's sister and your aunt, preventing any public connection as a polyamorous group, I think that would interfere in Ginger's relationships with her family, including your friends Jean and Duke. It is probably best if we remain as guests. Any of that can be worked out once I get her to say 'yes'."
"Get who to say 'yes' to what?" Patti asked, as she came down the stairs in her bathrobe, then sat next to us on the couch.
Maria said, "I'm asking Ginger to marry me. To be each other's primary relationship, so that it's easier for us to manage our secondaries, which can't be public due to some of the incest involved. Me with Drew and Tina, Ginger with Jean and her kids."
Patti considered that for a moment, then said, "That's genius." Patti ran to the stairs, and shouted, "Amber, get down here!"
Amber came down the stairs, holding KJ to her breast, with her nightgown on one shoulder, and sat in the armchair nearest the couch. "Okay, so what's so important I couldn't finish feeding?"
"Maria's going to ask Ginger to marry her," Patti responded.
"Oh, my god, that's simply perfect," Amber said.
Maria smiled, and said, "I'm glad this is going over so well. You actually haven't said what you think of the idea, Drew. What are you thinking?"
I said, "What matters most is that you and Ginger be happy, and if getting married to each other is going to do that, I'm all for it. I would only want you to join our marriage if that made you happy, too, but I can see the reasons for staying out of it, too."
"Now I have to tell Tina, Henry and Toni," Maria said.
They were all very accepting of the news, figuring that this was perhaps the best solution for all concerned, not an expansion of our marriage, but an alliance with a new one.
\~\~\~\~\~
March 1, 2016
Toni's 40th birthday fell on a Tuesday, so Patti, Amber and I each took a vacation day, so I could watch the babies while Amber and Patti treated Toni to a spa day.
She was going to come home to a surprise party with the Barnes and Cooper families there to celebrate, plus Ginger and a couple of friends from her days in retail. Uncle Dave chose to stay home.
Maria and Ginger arrived together, holding hands and being affectionate. Watching Grandma Marion's face when Maria introduced Ginger to Grandma Anna as her girlfriend was priceless. It didn't sound like Ginger had accepted Maria's marriage proposal, at least not yet. I wasn't about to pry, but Mom confirmed later that Maria had asked, and Ginger was still thinking about it.
Toni wasn't really fond of celebrating her birthday, not having her own biological family to celebrate with, but given that it was a milestone year, Toni was expecting a party on the following Saturday, so was caught completely off guard.
I didn't even have to ask to know what her birthday wish was as she blew out the candles on her cake. For her sister's daughter to come seek her out. Toni knew her as Faith, but expected her name had been changed either by CPS or through adoption. Wherever she was, her 18th birthday was April 2nd.
\~\~\~\~\~
March 5, 2016
Over dinner Friday, Henry said, "A month ago, Carmen told me about a property in the northern suburbs. It was formerly part of a ranch, where most of the ranch land was sold off some 20 years ago, with a lot of that turned into subdivisions since then. There are roughly 30 acres left, bordered on two sides by a creek, with mature trees planted along the property lines. You can't see another house at all."
Patti said, "I assume you had a reason to reject it before now? What was it?"
Henry answered, "Oh, it was so overpriced, given the condition of the main house, it wasn't worth mentioning it. They finally dropped the asking price by 30%, enough to make me think we should consider it. The main ranch house was expanded over many decades pretty haphazardly, utilities are atrociously outdated and structurally it probably wouldn't survive another twenty years without more work than it's worth. It makes more sense to knock it down, so it shouldn't be counted towards the property value at all. If anything, the demolition costs should be included as a negative. The former dairy barn was remodeled into garage and workshop space when the ranch shut down, and is in solid shape. It will give us room for all our cars and then some. It will give me room for all of my dad's metalworking equipment, for instance, so I can finally get it all out of storage. They more recently built a guest house behind the main house for the parents to live in, but they've recently passed on. Combined with the family's children moving away, that spurred the sale."
"So, did you have something in mind to replace the main house?" I asked.
"Of course, although I want to consult with both Duke and the family about the design. What I picture is to design around having an interior courtyard, with the guest house staying detached to its north, and the new house wrapping around the other three sides, with the main entry to the south. Put an inground pool, hot tub and sauna into the courtyard and it would have complete privacy. Each of the two wings would have a master bed and bath, with one wing having three kids bedrooms and one and a half baths and the other having two kids bedrooms, one bathroom and an office. At least, that's what I envision. I'll accept any feedback the family has, of course."
"Why would we need the guest house, if we would have 7 bedrooms in the main house?" Toni asked. "Why not knock it down, too?"
Henry chuckled, "I'm thinking of Sandy's triad, or Maria and Ginger being able to stay there, or at least say they are. Or it might host the double queen or otherwise provide a safe place for intimacy away from the kids. We've talked about needing that in the future."
"When can we go take a look?" Mom asked.
"How about tomorrow?" Henry asked. "We can go after dropping the kids off with the Taylors for the night. I'll arrange it with Carmen and ask Duke to meet us there, too."
\~\~\~\~\~
March 6, 2016
"I'm glad you asked me about what you have in mind," Duke said, as we all walked around the beautiful property, escorted by Carmen, who had arranged the tour. "By trying to surround the courtyard but not totally enclose it, you'll probably have some airflow problems, as the wind tries to pass around and between the buildings. Under the wrong conditions, someone walking toward the guest house could get blown over."
"So, what would you suggest instead?" Henry asked.
"If you want to retain the guest house but not directly connect it to the main house, we still need to span the gap between the two houses in a way that encloses the courtyard. A pair of glass walls from each wing to the corners of the guest house should do. Add a retractable glass roof overhead that also connects to the guest house, and you gain year-round use of the pool, and allow the glass roof to connect to the rooflines of the new house and guest house to direct rain away from the courtyard."
"Cool idea," Toni said.
"Alright, family. What do you think?" Henry asked. "Should we move forward on an offer?"
We all agreed quickly. Carmen put in our offer to the owners, and it was accepted even faster.
"How long do you think it would take you to draw up the blueprints we'd need?" Henry asked Duke.
"Um, Henry, while I have my license, I'm bound by a non-compete contract that keeps me from working outside my firm for the first three years of my employment, and I've only been there 21 months. That's how they make back their investment in training me. Texas doesn't usually allow non-compete clauses, but the firm is in several other states, so those laws apply."
"I totally get that, Duke," Henry said. "This will be through your firm, but I've already talked to them and asked that you be in charge because of our level of comfort with you. So, how long? Do you think you could do it in 3 weeks? That's about how long it would take to close and do demolition and site prep. Then about four months for actual construction, and a move-in date around August 1st?"
Duke's eyebrows shot up. "That's an ambitious construction schedule, but I could certainly have blueprints ready in three weeks, if you're able to make yourself available for presentations and approvals."
Patti said, "Dad, Sandy and I are due August 20th. Won't that be cutting it close if the construction does get delayed?"
"That's exactly why I'm shooting for August 1st rather than August 15th or September 1st, Patti. It's not like we have a move-out date for the three houses, anyway. We're not selling them, we're renting them out, after we move. So, if we do get delayed, we just stay put until after the babies arrive. Only after we move do we list the houses for rent."
"You're going to rent them out this fall?" Duke asked. "Can Jean and I rent Center, and maybe buy it from y'all down the road? We're doing well enough professionally to afford rent on something about that size, while we finish saving up for a down-payment."
"Why that house, Duke?" Mom asked. "All three are about the same size, but Center would have the highest rent, because of the pool, even though it's a two bedroom, not a three."
Duke smiled, saying, "Well, this will probably sound silly, Mrs. K., but Jean was skinny dipping in that very pool before she came into your kitchen naked the day we first met over the computer. It's part of our love story, like remembering the restaurant where you went for your first date. I think of that every time I visit you guys. If you're not going to be living there, I'd love to be the one who is."
Mom responded, "Oh, that's not silly, Duke, that's sweet. I've got a lot of memories tied up in that house, too, and would love knowing that family friends were living there so we could visit. Are you going to be okay having me for a landlady?"
"I don't see a problem, Mrs. K.," Duke responded. "If I can put up with Drew being my landlord, too, we'll be fine."
"Oh, you. Will you please just call me Tina?"
"Sure, Mrs. K.," he said, smirking.
\~\~\~\~\~
Author's Note: Next up, another dramatic Spring Break, and more... |
Hotel Club | 74,680 | 4.6 | 1,470,551 | [
"shemale",
"cum",
"exhibitionism",
"blowjob"
] | Work took me to San Francisco for a week. The flight out on Sunday took absolutely forever. All I did on the plane was work on my laptop, writing both stories and code. The stories were erotic in nature, and the code was to further my private descent into an exotic world of sexuality. My fantasy life had been filled recently with thoughts of sissies and crossdressing and sucking cocks. I had been working on a game for masturbation, and had a large picture deck of SFW pictures on my computer to test it. I was reasonably pleased with the results.
After that I wrote for a while, but then my heart wasn't in it any longer so I stared out of the window as the plane roared over the United States. About an hour out I opened the computer again and wrote for a while longer, and then the chimes sounded to close down the electronics, and then I went through the hustle of deplaning.
I arrived at my hotel at about four local time -- seven my time. I was tired but kind of keyed up. I got to the hotel and went into my room, and quickly got down to the business of testing my newly written app with my preferred NSFW picture sets. The game went well, and I noted some bugs that irritated me, but in the end I decided against cumming. I moved onto some other fun and games but then began to feel more tired than anything else.
I went down to have what amounted to a late supper at the hotel's restaurant. I was seated near two people who were discussing the hot club that was actually in the building. They were saying something about it being one of the best clubs in the city but in a way that suggested something dark. I asked the bartender about it, and he smiled and agreed that it was a hot place, but not hot on the usual lists. Confused, I asked for clarification.
He refused to give me an answer. I went back to my supper and a single drink, and was pondering whether to go check it out or not when a very tall person slid onto the stood next to me. "Hey," the creature said quietly to the bartender, "a rum and coke?" This person then turned and looked at me. "How are you? Traveling for work I presume, and from the east coast?" she asked.
I chuckled. "Yeah, how did you guess that?"
"This place gets them all of the time." The drinks came and the woman thanked the man in her smoky voice, and tossed a twenty at him. I studied her in profile. Definitely an attractive body, especially that swell of her chest. But big, damned big, probably taller than me. She had a nice face, though, with large, expressive brown eyes and lashes that looked like she'd spent an hour on them.
"What brings you here?" I asked.
"Oh I might head into the club later," she said airily.
"What's so special about it?" I wanted to know.
"Oh you business travelers, always needing to know everything," she parried with a grin. "Why not just relax and go with it?"
"You mean aside from having to be at a remote office at eight in the morning tomorrow?" I snorted not-quite rudely but close.
She touched my arm lightly; it left my arm tingling warmly. "That's what coffee is for, love," she said confidently. "Why don't you come with me? They'll let you in if you're with me," she added.
"They wouldn't let me in otherwise?"
She looked me up and down. "Probably not."
"Oh. Should I go change?"
"Nah," she said, waving her hand in dismissal. "Not that big a thing. Yes, come with me," she insisted. "I'll even buy your drinks. They're expensive as fuck and watered down but whatever, it's all you can get at these clubs anymore anyway." She grabbed my wrist and practically pulled me away. I had signed my check already so I let her drag me to the blackened double glass doors, guarded by a behemoth of a Hispanic man.
"I'm bringing him in with me, love," she said the bouncer.
He grunted his approval and opened the doors. The room was very dimly lit, a bunch of real candles lighting the intimate seating arrangements. I saw that there was a small raised circular stage in the middle, and surrounding it were love seats. There were rather large walls surrounding the seats, and as my escort plopped me into the seat next to her -- in the front row, no less -- I realized that no one could see what would happen in the seat. The seat was thick and cushiony, and it struck me that if I was not careful, I might doze off.
I warned my escort of that. "Nah. The show starts in twenty, anyway, and this place will be packed."
"If everything is a love seat, how come you were single?"
She grinned. "I usually try to find a friendly traveler at the hotel bar. There's usually one there."
"What if I'm married?" I countered.
"What if you are?" she retorted reasonably. "You can go, if you want, but you'll leave here always wondering what you missed."
I frowned. She was more right than she knew. I decided that if this was some kind of sex show, that it was a secret I could hold. My wife and I were not exactly on the best terms these days, and I think the last time we made love was over three months ago. So the flight, the lengthy time of feeling some form of arousal, the masturbation session in the room before I went down and got waylaid by this Amazon all kind of brought me to a decision. "I'll stay."
"Good. I'm Cindy. What's your name?"
"Roger," I said.
"Nice to meet you Roger. Oh, here we are, it's about time!" my Cindy said to a scantily-clad and heavily-busted server. The server nodded and took drink orders -- Cindy didn't bother asking me what I wanted, she just ordered four of her favorite drink. She looked at me. "You'll like it, and they get busy; I can hear people coming in now."
The drinks came and we continued chatting lightly. Cindy was definitely a touchy-feely type. By the time we had been in the place for an hour -- each of us having consumed three drinks and working on the fourth -- her hands were all over my arm and shoulder, and she was not quite pawing at me, but making it clear that she was going to grow more bold as the night wore on. And she had misinformed me about something else, too -- those drinks were NOT poured light. I decided to take my time and slow down a little.
Quite suddenly, the lights went completely out. I felt Cindy grin and sit back in the love seat, reclining against me. "It's about to start, the show!" she said with a degree of happiness. The center stage was suddenly lit, not brightly, but effectively. A man and a woman appeared on the stage, from a hidden trapdoor in the stage floor itself. They stood and took their places, and then music was pumped through the speakers. It wasn't loud, but I noted that it was loud enough that any conversations had between couples in the seats would be quite private. They danced, and with each pass grew progressively closer.
The music tempo picked up, and adding a hard driving undertone. The two on stage now began to hold one another close, and the woman began to rub her hands over the man's broad chest. She slipped her hands under his jacket, and doffed it; it fell into a heap on the stage. She began to manipulate his chest more, and run her hands around his body, including rubbing them on his firm ass. She got behind him, pressing her breasts into his back, wrapping his hands around his body and fiddled with his pants.
"You enjoying yourself?" Cindy asked; she had brought her head up to my ear to ask.
"So far, yes," I said.
"You're not planning on leaving, are you?" she asked next.
"No, I'll stick around."
"Good. Oh god," she said suddenly in a hot tone. The gal on stage had unzipped the man's pants and his erection was visible, and it was a sizable one.
"Damn," I said in some measure of awe.
"That's some cock, huh?" Cindy purred smoothly into my ear. "You turned on by it?"
The woman on stage then wrapped her hands around the base of the man's beast, and began a slow stroke. Her hips moved seductively as she continued her dance, but he was more or less rooted to the spot.
I felt my erection grow in my pants. "I'm getting turned on," I admitted to Cindy, "but not necessarily from staring at that cock. It is a big one, though," I added.
"Yes, yes it is," she said in a voice suggesting that she'd had it before. Her mouth was close enough to my ear that her lips brushed my skin. "It's okay if you get an erection," she assured me.
It did not help that at that moment, the young lady in question brought herself around in front of the well-hung poster-child of masculinity, and gently slurped his big tool into her mouth. She kept the proceedings slow, using nothing but her lips and tongue, but as she bobbed deeper and pulled away, the lights on the stage glistened off of the saliva on the man's tool. Seeing it like that made my cock throb in my pants, and it didn't help that Cindy had suddenly picked up her touchy-feely bits to my leg.
"How's your cock feeling?" Cindy whispered deliciously into my ear. "Look at that little slut suck that cock," she giggled. "Fuck, she's good!"
My response came through ragged breath and some gasps. "Yeah, I can see that!"
"You didn't answer my question."
"I'm as hard as a rock," I told my new friend.
"Oh?" Her hand now rested on my leg, and slowly began to rub up and down. At the knee, she was atop my pants but as she brought her hand closer down, she pushed it down so that it was at my inner thigh. She never quite touched my erection.
On the stage, the young woman was picking up speed, her head bobbing fast on the man's massive, turgid member. His balls were thick, and his hands were on his hips but his head was thrown back in obvious pleasure.
"Unzip your pants, take your cock out for me," Cindy whispered into my ear. I wasted no time, and unzipped them and pulled them through the hole in my boxer shorts.
"I'm going to suck your cock, baby," Cindy promised me. "You just relax."
Yeah. Okay. Then Cindy's mouth devoured my erection, and I groaned out loud. I thought that I heard a few other groans and cries coming from near-by seats, but it was hard to tell for sure, given the grinding music. I opened my eyes to look down at the mass of hair at my lap, and then looked up to see the little gal bobbing even faster.
Just then, the music completely stopped; for maybe ten or fifteen seconds, the only sounds in the hall were that of couples in some form of erotic play. I heard moans and cries, and by the sounds of some rhythmic thumping, some actual sex going on.
I stopped and looked up, and saw the little woman put her hands on the man's shoulders. She wove her hips, and I noticed dimly that Cindy's pressure had become incredibly light even though it felt like my cock was still within her mouth. The man was down on his kneels, pushed back his butt on his heels by the woman, who was now demonstrating a bit of dominance in her own right.
Her hands went to her waist, and she began the process of unbuttoning her shorts. Her hips continued to snake-whip back and forth, and then Cindy rose up from my cock. "You taste good," she said. She knelt on the sofa, and I looked over at her, but she smiled and turned my head to the stage.
"This is the good part," she said. The woman on the stage was still sashaying her hips slowly, and then as the clothing was pulled away, it was revealed that the woman on stage was actually a man. Or, at least she had a very large and quite erect penis. I could not be the only one who sucked in his breath at the remarkable change, and then the man leaned forward and took the woman's erection into his mouth.
"Fuck that's hot!" Cindy moaned. I looked over and saw Cindy watching me intently. Her hands were busy at her waist, where she had lifted her skirt up and revealed that she also had a cock. It was large, and glistening with precum already.
I didn't say a word. I turned quickly on the sofa, and reached over. Cindy's head rolled back as my hand grasped the base of the Amazon's cock. She hissed as I squeezed, and then moaned as I stroked her once, a second time, a third time, and then my mouth opened and it was the most natural thing in the world to take the gorgeous she-male's cock into my mouth. Cindy's hands reached down and held me firmly at her cock; now that I was staked upon it, she wasn't going to let me go, but I had no plans to escape. I rolled my tongue over the velvety skin of the head, and felt Cindy's body respond.
No, I'd never sucked a cock before but had dreamed about it often enough. It was as erotic as I had dreamed, and I had my hand on my erection stroking it lightly as I sucked off Cindy. I turned my head at one point to see the man on his knees still kneeling before his young goddess with a cock, and she looked like she was enjoying herself immensely.
Cindy's pressure on my head increased, and I sensed that she was trapping me. A moment later I learned why, as her body spasmed with her hips jamming forward, thrusting her cock deep into the back of my throat, where it erupted with semen. I fought the gag complex, eagerly allowing her to fill my mouth and belly with her delicious hot cum. I sucked hard, now my hands squeezing the base of her cock, getting every last drop. Finally, Cindy made a cry and pushed away, her cock now flaccid between her legs.
"Do my ass," she said next. "I want you to fill my asshole with your cum!" she practically begged. She pressed a button and a hidden drawer opened, and she took out a sealed bottle of lube. She ripped it open and I used it on my rigid cock, and on her tight little asshole. I positioned myself and thrust just as the gorgeous shemale on the stage was doing the same to her hot man. Our hips were thrusting in unison, but we were each lost to the other, as everyone in the club was lost to everyone else.
I felt my balls swinging, slapping loudly against Cindy's ass, as the tight hole was as tight as erotic as anything I'd ever felt. I felt the lube spread over my lower body and her ass, but I didn't care. Then, just as the shemale on stage lolled her head back and obviously dumped her load into her man's ass, I did the same to my new friend Cindy. The cumblast was hard, thick and deep, and quickly Cindy's asshole became even more lubricated with my semen. But then, exhausted, I pulled out and sat back on the couch. Cindy grinned at me.
"I love cum in my asshole!" she said. "Thank you."
"Thank you for finding me," I said truthfully. The music was softening; I sensed that everyone else was as spent as we were. We zipped up and got our clothing put back together.
"How long are you in town?" Cindy asked.
"I leave Friday morning."
"Maybe I'll see you again some night this week?" she suggested with a smile.
"I'd like that." |
Fourth Year After Ch. 03 | 15,088 | 4.75 | 1,570,287 | [
"incest",
"father daughter incest",
"mother son incest",
"polyamory",
"sister sister incest"
] | *Author's note: This is Chapter 3 of "Fourth Year After", the last book in my series that began with "First Year After." Then Second, Third, you get the picture. If you have not read the earlier books in the series, I recommend you do, so you'll know who the characters are, how they relate to each other, and how they got to where they are now.*
As always, all sexual acts described here involve fictional characters over the age of 18.
\~\~\~\~\~
*March 12, 2016*
Just before Henry was going to head to the airport to pick Sandy up for Spring Break, he got called to the hospital for a birth, so Mom and I went to pick her up instead. Mom dropped me off at the curb to go find Sandy, while she circled around. Inside the terminal, I checked, and Sandy's flight had just landed, so I headed towards security to look for her.
"Hi, Sandy!" I called out, when I spotted her come through the security gate, toting her laptop bag and purse. She was wearing a red sweater and jeans.
"Oh! Hi, Drew! I wasn't expecting you," Sandy said.
"Dad got called to the hospital, so I came along with Mom, to help with your bags. She'll meet us at the curb. Weren't Aaron and Amanda supposed to be on your flight, too?"
Sandy frowned. "They changed their minds, and went to Minneapolis for break, instead."
"Anything wrong between the three of you?" I asked, unsure whether I wanted the answer to be yes or no.
"Only the debate about where we're going to live. It's the only thing we ever fight about, but we can't seem to resolve it. Amanda wants Minneapolis, I want Dallas. Aaron isn't emotionally bound to either city, since he's from Kansas City originally, but he's got this job lined up in Minneapolis already. His parents died when he was in high school, and his brother and sister are in Dallas now, too." She looked around to see if anyone was listening to us, then said, "I still haven't figured out whether I can reveal our secret to them, so I can't use that as a factor, or suggest that we might join you all somehow."
"So, what are her arguments for and against?" I asked.
"Just that she's closer to her mom than her dad," Sandy answered. "She says it like a mantra. Her dad and sister are in Dallas, so she feels she owes it to her mother and aunt to stay in Minneapolis so they won't be lonely. But she's asking both Aaron and me to live away from our entire families. I keep getting the feeling that there's more to it, almost like she's avoiding her Dad or sister for some reason. I came right out and asked her if there was abuse, and she denied it. Vehement isn't strong enough of a word for her reaction."
We were waiting by baggage claim now, and I spotted her duffel bag, and swiped it when it came by, checking for her name. "Anything other bags?" I asked.
"No, just the one. What am I going to do, Drew?"
I grabbed my phone and shot Mom a quick text as we headed to the exit, then said, "You actually have two separate decisions to make, sis. The more immediate one is where your baby is going to be once school starts. Are you going to try and raise it on campus, have Aaron care for it, or add it to the nursery at the new house and have Toni and the other moms care for it?"
"I will be so glad when Dad does the ultrasound so I know the gender. I'm tired of thinking of him or her as an 'it'."
I nodded, saying, "I bet. The second decision of where you live once you graduate can actually be delayed, if that would reduce the conflict you're having with Amanda. Unless Aaron locates to where your school is in Virginia, he's going to be living apart from you, so whether that's in Dallas or Minneapolis doesn't matter as much. Delaying the final decision might give Amanda's mother the time to adjust to the idea of Amanda living in Dallas, too. This was Amanda's freshman year, which was hard on my Mom, even with my Dad still around. I can't imagine what it must be like as a divorced mom, to be empty nesting. But it might come down to one of you giving in for the sake of the relationship, and if Aaron has roots down in Minneapolis by then, I think that might need to be you."
We were out on the curb, looking for Mom's car.
"God, I wish you weren't so selfless sometimes, Drew," Sandy said softly, so others wouldn't hear, and sighed. "Dad, too. You've both gotten so good at sharing, that the usual signals of possessiveness are erased. Sometimes those are reassuring, and sometimes infuriating, but it's hard to know what you want."
Given that we were surrounded by people, even if they were strangers, I only kissed her on the forehead. "It's simple, Sandy. Loving you means your happiness comes before mine. We all want you to be with us, but not if Aaron and Amanda would make you even happier. That's even if the baby weren't a factor binding you to Aaron."
I spotted Mom's car, and waved so she'd see us. Sandy blurted, "I call shotgun!"
I chuckled as I tossed Sandy's duffel and laptop bag into the trunk, and as I closed the lid, spotted Sandy giving Mom a deep kiss before she settled down and put her seatbelt on. I climbed in the back and we headed home.
"Any engagement news coming from your sister Maria and Ginger, Mom?" Sandy asked.
Mom answered, "Ginger's still considering it. After calling a moratorium on her sexual partners, the proposal caught Ginger off-guard, and she's still trying to come to terms with everyone before she makes a decision about it."
Sandy said, "Damn. I haven't had a chance to make love with Ginger yet, to be included in that consideration," Sandy said. "I left for school before she bumped into Dad, she went to Denver for Thanksgiving, then the only times I saw her over Christmas Break were Christmas Eve, New Year's Eve and my ultrasound appointment. If she's really sworn off sex for a month, I won't get a chance this week, either."
"I think we can keep you busy enough that you won't notice, Sandy," I said.
"Who am I with tonight?" Sandy asked. "Or am I not in the rotation until Sunday night?"
Mom said, "Patti added you into the program and it picked Drew and me to be with you, actually. It's Patti, Toni and Amber matched with Henry, if he gets home before they've tired each other out. The babies are with them at West, so we can just head to East, get you a bite to eat, and head upstairs."
\~\~\~\~\~
Undressed, Sandy's baby bump was evident, and her boobs were definitely larger than they were in January. The combination made her cuter than ever, and she blushed when I told her so. "Aaron can't keep his hands off of me," she said.
"I don't want to, either," I said. I lay her down on the bed, and began licking her pussy, slowly, savoring her musky flavor. Mom was lying next to her, kissing her face, then nibbling along her neck.
Sandy shuddered softly the moment my tongue swept across her clit, just peeking out from its hood. I coaxed it out further and gave it a quick suck before I returned my attentions to her labia. "Mmmmmhnnhh! Fuck, that's good, Drew," she sighed, just before Mom covered her mouth with kisses once more.
Their hands were caressing each other's breasts, as they made out above me. Gradually, Sandy coaxed Mom upward, so that Sandy could suckle at her breasts, then got Mom to sit on her face. "Damn, girl," Mom said. "This Amanda's taught you some new tricks! Or is Aaron the better pussy licker?"
Sandy didn't answer, just kept munching away, and Mom was moaning over her. I added a finger to Sandy's pussy, and went straight to her gspot and Sandy moaned. A couple minutes of stroking it combined with licking, and when I sucked her clit between my lips again, Sandy came, hard, spraying my face with a little fluid. I licked it up, keeping Sandy on a plateau of pleasure, then pressed my tongue hard against her clit to draw a second cum from her, that made her quiver, just as Mom came, too.
I got up and moved along her body to nibble at her nipples, before I joined her in licking Mom, getting Mom to lean over just enough so both our tongues were able to excite her and tangle with each other.
Sandy and I exchanged a kiss, just as my cock nudged between her labia. She moaned into my mouth as I thrust half-way in, pulling my head back to let Mom settle back onto Sandy's mouth again, as I braced myself on my arms and finished pushing my cock into her.
I started fucking her with short, fast strokes, and I could sense Mom reacting to the muffled sounds Sandy was making. I was able to rise up enough to suck on Mom's tits, rewarded with a little of her milk escaping as she came again, after which she pulled off of Sandy's mouth and lay beside us.
"Fuck me, brother!" Sandy cried, as I lifted her legs to my shoulders, and began giving her my full shaft on every stroke, wetly slapping against her, and grinding against her clit.
I leaned down to suck her left nipple into my mouth and she squealed, "Drew, oh god, I'm close again! Nnnh!" I covered my teeth with my lips, and bit down on her right nipple and she went over the edge, rippling around my cock and shuddering below me. This pushed me over the edge, too, and I shot my cum into her, until it started squirting back out of her as I continued shoving my cock into her.
"Welcome home, baby," Mom said, and Sandy's laugh set off another set of shudders, before her orgasm ended.
As I pulled out, Mom was right there to lick my cum off of Sandy's lips. "You're so wet tonight, honey," Mom mumbled, as I lay beside them to recover.
While I recovered my erection, Mom and Sandy converted into a 69. Once I was hard again, about five minutes later, I knelt behind Mom, and Sandy helped position me to shove inside. I fucked Mom hard, making Sandy grab onto her hips in front of my own hands so she could maintain contact, meaning Sandy was being pushed across the bed as much as Mom was. This kept Mom's face aligned over Sandy's groin, too.
I briefly got worried about Sandy getting the equivalent of a rug burn from getting pushed across the sheets, but she never complained. They came together once, before I even began feeling the approach of another orgasm, then all three of us came together, screaming each other's names.
I spooned behind Sandy, my hand over her belly, and Mom spooned behind me, and we fell to sleep, simultaneously, I think, although how can you ever know?
\~\~\~\~\~
*March 15 2016*
After work, Patti and I headed home and picked up Sandy, and went to Henry and Ginger's office, so he could perform ultrasounds on the women to determine each baby's gender.
Ginger was still there at the office, and gave both moms a long hug and me a short kiss, before she left us in Henry and Mom's care.
Having dreamt of the two babies back in December, I wasn't at all surprised when both babies proved to be males. I could never be sure when a dream was prophetic, but several of them had been over the past few years, especially where our kids were concerned.
On the ride back home, Sandy asked, "Have you guys settled on a name, yet?"
We hadn't actually discussed it yet, so I was surprised when Patti answered, "I want his name to be Thomas Scott, after Drew's father and Tina's father. The world needs a Tom Barnes in it again. Unless you object, honey?"
I said, "I definitely agree with Thomas. Do you want to use John as the middle name, though, so he's named for both of our dads?"
Patti snickered, before saying, "Jody's already asked me for the right to name one of her future sons John after Dad, and I agreed that I wouldn't take the name from her, not even as a middle name."
Sandy said, "That's good, because Aaron's dad was a John, and he wants to reuse the name for a boy. I'm leaning towards Jeremy John, though, and maybe JJ for short."
Back at the house, Jody had spent the afternoon after school helping Toni because her mom had jury duty, and was super-excited that she she was getting two more nephews, counting Sandy as one of her sisters-in-love.
Over dinner, she asked, "You're not going to expect me to babysit all six of them at once, are you? They're getting to be a handful with just four of them."
A look around the table told me that nobody had even thought that far ahead regarding the two new babies. Sandy spoke up, saying, "Baby Jeremy is going to be living with his daddy while I'm in college and medical school, honey, so you don't have to worry about him. I can't believe I'm just now deciding that, but there you are."
Mom added, "My parents have been asking to see the babies more often, so we might be able to split five babies into two groups on nights we need a baby sitter, Jody. We won't ask you to do more than you're able to do. We're so grateful you've even been able to watch the four of them as well as you have, with your parents' help."
\~\~\~\~\~
While I was driving Jody home, she asked me, "Am I finally going to get my own bedroom in your new house, Drew? You had kids so quickly after you married that I never got one, because you converted bedrooms into nurseries and let Sandy stay with you in your house."
"The plans we're working on call for eight bedrooms, four on each side of the house. Even giving each of the five babies a bedroom of their own, that leaves one guest room inside the house, plus another two in the guest house behind it, that Sandy could use, with her boyfriend and girlfriend and baby Jeremy. Unless another baby comes along, you should have a room of your own."
\~\~\~\~\~
*March 16, 2016*
I got home the same time Patti did the next day, and Toni, Sandy and Jody were sitting around the kitchen table at the West House.
Sandy immediately pulled us both into the downstairs bathroom and closed the door. "We had a bit of an incident today, involving your cousin Carrie. She showed up without calling first, about half an hour after Jody got here, and immediately started kissing me. When she asked me out loud if we could fuck, right in front of Jody, I yelled at her quite a bit, both for showing up without calling, and for being sexually blatant in front of a girl who's not even 15 yet. In her yelling back, she revealed that she'd been with Patti, too, which shocked Jody. I ultimately had to tell Carrie to leave. I would expect Jody to have some questions, or your parents, Patti. I'm sorry."
Patti smiled and said, "It's not your fault, Sandy. I don't think Carrie would have behaved any differently if I had been home instead of you. I don't know what she was thinking, but this is on her, not you."
We left the bathroom, and I could tell immediately Jody was looking at Patti differently. We sat at the table, and Patti dove right in. "I'm going to be honest with you, sis. I *do* make love to other people besides Drew and Amber. We have what's called an open marriage, which lets us do that, so long as we're being honest with each other. Carrie approached me last year at her birthday party, and I made love with her one time, and she was with Sandy once, about a week later, then stopped coming around for reasons that are her own. I'm a little surprised that she came to see Sandy for a repeat of that, but she should have done it privately, not in front of you."
"But she's Drew's cousin," Jody said.
"Yes, *his* cousin, not mine. Being with her wasn't incest, sweetie. Drew didn't have sex with her, just me. Then Sandy on a different day."
"Mom would wash my mouth out, if I talked like she did," Jody said, finally smiling again.
"I know she would, sweetie. Any other questions?" Patti asked.
"None that you're going to answer before I turn 18," she answered, cryptically.
\~\~\~\~\~
Shortly after Jack and Carrie picked Jody up, my cell rang, and when I answered, it was Carrie. "I guess you heard that I screwed up today."
I asked, "What was that all about? None of what Sandy told me sounds at all like you. What were you thinking?"
"Fuck," she said softly. "I don't really know what the hell I'm doing right now, Drew. I found a girlfriend at college, after losing my virginity to this jock asshole, and I thought everything was going great, until I found out yesterday that she has been cheating on me with the jock and his roommate. I thought I could get even with her, with Sandy."
"You wanted revenge sex? I think you needed to calm down a little first. You let your anger take over from your manners and you were rude and crude in front of Patti's little sister. She's 14, Carrie. Besides, Sandy's in a relationship now, as you well know. I'm not sure asking her to cheat on them so you could get back at your girlfriend was the best idea."
"Oh, gawd, that's right," Carrie said. "Shit. Can I have fucked this up any worse? Dammit. Can you please tell Sandy I'm sorry?"
"Don't you think you should apologize yourself? I can give her the phone right now. She's just across the living room, listening to my half of the conversation, while pretending she isn't."
Sandy stuck her tongue out at me. "Okay," Carrie said.
I reached the phone towards Sandy, and she took it. "Hi, Carrie," she said, noncommittally, then listened. "Oh, that sucks, hon. You deserve better. We all do... It's not the sex, but the lying, that makes it cheating... I understand... I accept your apology, Carrie. Take care of yourself." Sandy hung up the call, and returned my phone. She said to me, "Gawd, I can sound so hypocritical some times, talking about honesty when I haven't told my triad the biggest secret I have."
"It's a pretty damn big secret, Sandy," I said.
"I know, but it also means that every time I'm having sex with someone here and they don't know about it, I'm cheating on them, too. I think I have to tell them, and soon. I trust them not to tell on us, I do. I just hope it doesn't blow the relationship apart."
\~\~\~\~\~
*March 20, 2016*
All too soon, the week was over, and Sandy was headed back to school, to Aaron and Amanda. We'd all been spending so much time together during the week that I didn't really have time to journal every significant encounter. I'm not sure, really, how much longer I can keep finding time for it, so I might have focus on major events, more or less. There still seem to be plenty, for a six-person marriage that feels stable now. Except for planning to move, it seems to be our friends who are undergoing changes.
\~\~\~\~\~
*March 21, 2016*
With the two-wing design of the house, we needed to decide who slept in which wing, and for simplicity decided that Patti, Amber and I would still live on the East side, while Henry, Mom and Toni would be on the West, with the common areas becoming the new Center.
By design, the hallways used to access the bedrooms faced the courtyard, with floor to ceiling windows and a sliding glass door half-way along it. This meant that the bedrooms for the kids had windows that faced the outside of the house, but they couldn't see the courtyard if their doors were closed. The master bedrooms were at the end of the wings, each with its own sliding glass door out to the courtyard. This meant that any of us adults could exit out of one master bedroom, cross the courtyard and enter the other master, without being seen by the kids if they were in their bedrooms. It wouldn't permanently solve the problem of needing to hide our incest from the kids, but it should help for a few years.
With the design of the house finalized and all necessary permits approved, our construction company began building. They seemed confident of being able to complete construction of the house to the point of being able to move in by August 1st, but said finishing the pool would likely take another two weeks, and we wouldn't be able to fill it until September 1st, given the time needed for the gunite to cure.
I gave Duke and Jean a call. "Hi, guys. I need to ask a favor. Given the construction calendar, it's possible the pool at the new house might not be ready in time for us to hold a housewarming party over Labor Day weekend."
"Please don't tell me you're changing our move-in date," Jean said.
"No, we've committed to you for September 1st, so you guys can move in, whether or not we've moved out of the other two houses or not. The favor I need is to possibly hold our Labor Day party there one more time, if things aren't ready at the new house. We would do our housewarming October 1st, instead."
Duke said, "We're currently planning to throw a party as our housewarming on that Sunday, since Jean's uncle and brothers are driving their truck down to help us move, and will be headed home Monday. So the pool will be available on Monday for your party, so long as we're still invited."
"Deal. We'll let you know as we get closer if we wind up being able to hold ours at the new house instead. I just didn't want to wait until last minute to ask permission."
\~\~\~\~\~
*March 25, 2016*
It took Maria five weeks to convince Ginger to marry her, but they announced their engagement today, and a wedding date of June 18th, in the community center at Ginger's condo.
They also let Mom know that they wanted guest status in our group, but together, rather than solo, and wanted to know if they could participate in "family night" the next weekend. Mom gleefully said yes. It was going to be a full bed.
\~\~\~\~\~
*March 27, 2016*
Henry bought several bottles of champagne to toast the happy couple over dinner in Center, and one bottle of sparkling cider for Patti.
Maria looked both nervous and impatient at the same time. Ginger reassured her, "You'll do fine, honey. You love everyone here, and they love you, and this is just a way of expressing that."
Maria said, "Oh, I know they do. I wouldn't even be here if we didn't love each other. It's just the size of the group that's new to me. It's both exciting and scary at the same time."
Henry said, "We could always split into two quartets, if that would make you more comfortable, Maria."
"No, that's not necessary, Henry," she responded. "I'm sure the nervous part of it will fade once we're doing it."
\~\~\~\~\~
As we prepared to climb into the bed, I asked, "Can I ask a favor, Mom, Maria?"
"What is it?" Mom replied.
I answered, "I've never actually seen the two of you make love, not completely. The first time I was with Maria and you spied on us, you were still recovering from giving birth, and you held yourself back when Maria wanted to lick you. The second time I was with you both and Henry, at Maria's house, you two were in a 69 when I arrived, but you stopped immediately, before I could really see. And this past Christmas Eve, Maria and I were by ourselves. I really want to watch the two of you together, then maybe join in."
"It's a command performance, sis," Mom said.
"I'm ready if you are," Maria countered.
Ginger added, "I haven't actually seen you make love to anyone else but me, Maria, so I want to watch, too."
Mom and Maria settled into a 69 in the center of the bed, while the rest of us stood around it and watched them begin to make tender love to each other. They weren't the first women I had ever seen make love. They weren't even the first sisters I had seen. Yet, something about the way Tina and Maria held each other, loved each other, felt different to me.
Maybe it was because it made me think of them as Tina and Maria instead of mom and aunt. Maybe because Tina owed her life with Tom to Maria's willingness to put their happiness first instead of fight her sister for him, a sacrifice Tina could never pay back except by demonstrating her love in return. After having such an easy and huge excuse to resent her sister, Maria didn't. She loved her sister that much.
Ginger was standing by me, and reached her hand over and caressed my hard cock. Across the bed, Amber did the same to Henry. Ginger leaned towards me and whispered, "Gawd, they're sexy together. Fuck me, please, while we watch."
She put her hands onto the mattress and stuck her butt out. I stepped behind her, and rubbed my cock up and down her lips three times, then pushed just the head into her and paused there. Ginger waited a few seconds for me to push in further and when I didn't, she pushed back, sheathing me in one motion, her grunt filling the room. I grabbed her hips, and began a slow fuck, my attention divided between us and the pair on the bed.
Across the bed, Henry and Amber were matching us, while Patti and Toni were hip to hip with their hands in each other's crotches, frigging slowly.
Tina came first, followed closely after by Maria, and they parted, to turn and watch the rest of us. Patti and Toni crawled onto the bed, Patti going to kiss Maria, Toni to Tina. They formed a circle on the bed, Patti licking Maria, who ate Toni, who had two fingers and tongue in Tina who ate Patti.
Ginger quickened our pace, pushing back into my every thrust, and soon my thighs were slapping hers and I felt my balls getting ready to burst. Henry pushed Amber onto the bed, and she wound up arched over Patti, her hands in the middle of the circle, while Henry fucked her doggy-style. By his grunts, I knew he was getting close, too.
Patti reached a hand up and tweaked one of Amber's nipples, and it put her over the edge into a shaking orgasm that triggered Henry's. Amber put her head down and latched onto Patti's tit and Patti screamed as her own orgasm began, and soon a chain reaction began, and the whole daisy chain was cumming, and Ginger as well, rippling around my cock and making me shoot into her, as we tried not to fall onto anyone.
As we all caught our breath, I asked, "Still nervous, Maria?"
She turned to look at me and said, "I love you all. I really wish Ginger and I could live here, but we know that would never work. Your secret is shaky enough. Adding me living here would raise too many questions."
I said, "At least tell us you'll visit often?"
"Try and stop us. It's part of why Ginger and I are getting married, to take the focus off of each of us as singles socializing with married people. Coming here on a Saturday night makes more sense when people aren't asking 'Why aren't they out on dates?' It helps me be with you and Tina, and will help Ginger be with Jean more easily."
"You're continuing with them, too, Ginger?" I asked.
Ginger answered, "Yes, Drew. I love Jeannie and I'm feeling the beginning of love with Duke. I promised to not pull Duke towards this group. That doesn't mean I need to avoid him. Besides, this superbed of yours is about at its limit with eight people, don't you think?"
While we were talking, the rest of my spouses were shifting around. Henry was on his back, with Patti straddling his cock and Toni over his mouth. Mom and Amber were in a 69 between them and Ginger, Maria and me.
"I guess they want to fuck, not talk," Maria said. "My turn with you, Drew. On your back, kiddo."
I lay down, and Maria stretched over me, dragging her breasts across my chest before giving me a long kiss, while reaching between her legs to place my erect cock at her opening. She slowly slid back onto me, then gradually pushed herself upright into cowgirl position, allowing Ginger to climb onto my face, her pussy full of my cum.
I dug in with my tongue, cleaning her up before I swished across her clit and she arched over me, screaming, "Nnnghh! Right there, Drew! Fuck!"
Maria's bouncing over my cock picked up pace, and I thrust with my hips to meet her. "Squeeze my nipples, baby! I'm almost there," she called out, and my hands met Ginger's at Maria's breasts at the same time.
"I thought she meant me," Ginger said, but let me squeeze Maria's left tit, while she leaned over to suckle Maria's right.
This did put Maria over the edge and I felt her insides ripple around me, but I wasn't close to cumming yet, so I kept on thrusting up into her while returning my focus to Ginger's clit. As she was still leaning towards Maria, I shoved my middle and index fingers into her, and pressed my tongue onto her clit. It felt hot and swollen, so I lightened my touch.
She immediately came, shuddering over me, and grabbing onto Maria's shoulders to keep from falling. Maria grabbed Ginger's nipples and pinched, while kissing her, smothering her screams.
Ginger pulled herself off of me. I pulled Maria down onto my chest and rolled us over into a missionary position and increased my thrusting. Ginger lay beside us, kissing Maria's face and squeezing her left breast. Toni joined us on the other side, and was suckling Maria's right breast.
Maria's explosion was volcanic, just as I began to cum into her. Her muscles squeezed me tight, and my orgasm intensified. "Fuck, Maria, you feel so damn good!" I yelled, as every ounce of sperm drained out of me.
Patti was immediately between Maria's legs to clean my cum out, as I collapsed to the side, while Ginger straddled Maria's face.
Mom was in another 69 but over Toni now, with Henry fucking her from behind, and Amber kneeling by them, kissing her father.
It took five minutes to recover my erection, but they hadn't changed position, so I knelt behind Amber, and slid my cock into her, sandwiching her between Henry and me. I could only manage a slow stroke without knocking everyone over, but it was more than enough for me at that moment.
It wasn't enough for Amber, though, as she pushed us away from Henry, and pivoted herself so she could drop her hands to the bed, converting us to a doggy-style fuck. I wound up hip-to-hip with Henry, as we were both thrusting forward, but we weren't on the same rhythm, so I nudged Amber to the side a little bit before we banged into each other.
By this point, Amber was very wet, and I'd already cum twice, so we wound up fucking for 30 minutes before I came again. She had three orgasms in that time. My focus was only on her, so I barely sensed other positions changing around me. When I finally came and collapsed, Henry was spooned behind Maria, pumping in and out, while Ginger was in front in a sideways 69, and Mom, Patti and Toni were in a triangle on the other side of me.
Amber pulled out of my arms, and turned that triangle into a square. I watched everyone for 10 minutes before my erection returned. I rolled towards Ginger, and spooned behind her, and Maria's hand guided me inside, then began licking my cock as it slid in and out, while I could see Ginger was doing the same to Henry as he fucked Maria.
For a moment, it felt like I was Henry, feeling what he felt, thrusting as he did, seeing the tongue that was licking me, the labia that slid along my length. It didn't last for very long before the illusion dissipated, but in that moment I felt closer to him than ever before. It was enough, however to trigger my last orgasm of the night, catching me by surprise. I thrust into Ginger for as long as I could before softening, bringing her another orgasm.
Ginger and I reversed our direction so our heads were pointed to the head of the bed, and I whispered, "Thank you for coming back to us. I love you both."
"We love you, too, Drew. Sweet dreams."
"Chocolate dreams," I muttered, surrendering to slumber amid the sounds of continuing moans.
\~\~\~\~\~
*March 28, 2016*
In the morning, we discussed future plans to get together, and agreed that one or two Saturdays per month, they'd participate with us in "family night".
\~\~\~\~\~
*April 2, 2016*
I knew the day was the birthday of Toni's lost sister, and that Toni would be down, so I stopped on the way home for a small cake and some candles. We all sang 'Happy Birthday' to Faith in absentia. Toni kissed me for thinking of her, but she chose to sleep by herself that night. I wished she would cry on my shoulder, but she wouldn't let herself.
\~\~\~\~\~
*April 3, 2016*
Sunday afternoon, I got a call from Duke.
"Hey, Drew? I need to tell you something, and I hope you don't get mad," he said.
"Okay..." I said. What was this about?
He said, "I had sex with your Aunt Maria last night."
"Did you have fun?" I asked. "Did she?"
"Well, yeah. Is that it, you're not upset?"
I chuckled, then said, "Not in the least. I knew it was going to happen, because Maria and Ginger came right out and said so last weekend. They're marrying each other in part to camouflage Maria's incest with me and my Mom, and Ginger's with Jean, and I assume eventually with her kids, if Toby gets his head on straight. Why don't you tell me how it started?"
"Well, Ginger invited Jean and I over for dinner and dessert last night, which has been code for dinner and sex, and when we got there, your aunt was there. I didn't even know they were dating because it's been more than a month since we've seen Ginger, and they drop a bomb that they've gotten engaged. When did they even meet? I didn't get much of a chance to ask. Things went intense pretty quickly once Maria french-kissed Jean. We never even got around to dinner."
I answered, "They met at our last Labor Day party, the one you and Jean couldn't come to. If you had, Jean would have recognized Ginger then, instead of at New Year's, and the day could have turned out a lot different, changing the course of the last seven month for all of us."
"What do you mean, different for all of us?" he asked.
I replied, "That wound up being the day that Ginger figured out the incest in our group. When she met Toni at the beginning of the party, she thought Toni looked familiar. It turned out to be Toni's resemblance to her sister Mona. Ginger had been the doctor to deliver Toni's niece 18 years ago, who was the result of incest between her sister Mona and their father Joshua. It put Ginger's antenna up for both incest and family resemblances. As the day went by, she recognized that Gavin resembled the Barnes family rather than Henry's family, particularly the green eyes Gavin shares with half my dad's side, including me."
"He does look a lot like you, Drew," Duke said.
"I know. I wish he didn't have those eyes, for the sake of our secret, because they couldn't have come from Mom or from Henry. After Ginger challenged me about Gavin's parentage and we admitted everything, she had to decide how involved she could get with us as a group. That pushed her to consider being intimate with her own kids, which in turn led to her involvement with you and Jean. All of which led to her engagement with Maria, because talking about all of that is what led Ginger to seek Maria's opinion in the first place."
"But if Jean and I had been there, she might have been focused on other things and not put everything together, and stayed involved only with Henry?"
"Perhaps," I said. "Or she might not have spent as much time with Maria and they wouldn't be engaged now. Any number of possibilities for things to have been different. Anyway, she and Maria did click that day, but they didn't start seeing each other socially until after Christmas, by which time they both knew I had been intimate a few times with the other. From what I've heard since, their involvements with me and my spouses were the primary subject of conversation to start, and getting turned on by recounting their sex with us resulted in them becoming intimate with each other, which in turn led to the engagement, and you being with Maria."
"How many times have you been with them?" Duke asked. "You said just a few?"
I counted back and said, "Umm, only four occasions each, either solo, in small groups, or with the six of us. I was first with Maria two Christmases ago, with a little involvement with Mom, then together with Mom and Henry and another solo last Christmas. I was first with Ginger last November, solo, then together with Patti and Amber, then the third time was with the whole family, which led to her becoming intimate with Maria on one of their dates. Last weekend, they were both with the whole family, which was my fourth time with them both. That was the first time with the whole group for Maria, second time for Ginger."
"You're hoping for more?" he asked.
"Of course," I said. "I love them both, and enjoy being with them sexually. I do that, fall in love real fast, in case you haven't noticed."
Duke paused before asking, "Did you fall in love with Jean that way?"
I answered, "Yes. I love Jean. Still do, even though I haven't come out and said it to her. I don't tend to fall out of love, either. Hell, I still love Corrinne, even now."
"The skank who ran around behind your back with that jock, Chad? Geez, Drew."
I said, "I wouldn't trust her to tell me the right time of day, but I do still love her and want her to be happy - far, far away from me. I'm still grateful for that relationship, though, because it prepared me to be ready for Patti. So, yes, I still love Jean, and cherish the time I had with her and her friendship since then. Being with her prepared Patti and I for sharing with our roommates in college, and with Amber when she reappeared in Patti's life."
"Yet, you let Jean go so she could be with me," Duke said.
"I didn't let her go, because I wasn't holding onto her in the first place. In any case, she made the decision to end things to be with you, not me. Which is just what she said was her goal, to have a one-on-one relationship with someone who was all hers, which I couldn't be, even then. Patti and I were just a summer fling that she expected to end at the end of the internship. It just ended early, is all."
"You didn't try to change her mind, though?"
"It never even occurred to me, Duke. You have to understand, it was a weird, complicated summer. Things were still new between my mom and me and Patti, then my Aunt Toni finds out about us, and a few weeks into the threesome with Jean, Toni accidentally reveals the secret to Jean, and I wind up in bed with all four of them. Here I am, in love with two women already, quickly falling in love with Toni, so I was barely noticing that I was falling in love with Jean too, until she'd already broken things off to be with you. I certainly didn't get a chance to tell her I loved her, and by the time I realized it, there was no point to doing it, without looking like I was trying to get her back."
Duke paused again, and asked, "And if I hadn't come along?"
"If she had been ready to change her mind, to say 'yes' to a proposal, I might have asked her to marry us by the end of the summer. She had already said 'no', though, during the conversation when Patti and I offered Toni the use of our house. I was thinking mostly about Toni joining us, and that didn't happen until the following year."
Duke next asked, "And if she and I broke up at some point? Would you pursue her again?"
"If it were going to hurt you, absolutely not," I assured him. "I would still want her to be happy, with whoever she might find next, but I wouldn't push for it to be me. I would hope you feel the same way about her finding happiness after you. Is there trouble in paradise that makes you ask that?"
"No, we're doing great," he said. "I'm just trying to understand you a little better. How you manage to be in love with multiple women at once, even ones you're no longer with. For me, the group scenes have been fun, but I haven't fallen in love with my new lovers. That's what would feel like being unfaithful to Jean."
"Is that coming from her, or from you?" I asked.
"From me, I guess," he admitted. "I know she loves her aunt, but it doesn't feel in the slightest like she's being unfaithful to me when they make love. Even if I weren't involved, I'd be okay with it."
"That's because she's not lying to you, she's just loving you both, openly. Don't be surprised if she develops feelings for Maria, too, if you keep being intimate with her regularly. My advice is, open your heart and allow any feelings of love to develop naturally. Let Jean know your feelings and be honest, and she'll support you."
Duke sighed, then said, "Thanks, Drew, I feel a lot better. I was worried you'd be mad."
"Not for having sex with Maria, or for loving her someday. Hurt her, on the other hand, and we'd have a problem."
"I would expect no less."
\~\~\~\~\~
*April 10, 2016*
The next birthday on our calendar was Mom's 46th, on a Sunday. She made us swear that we weren't going to give her a surprise party, so we just had a standard party.
My Dad's family was invited, but only Uncle Tony and Aunt Mimi attended, Angie apparently having some club activity, and Grandma Marion was in some kind of snit once again, but wouldn't say what it was about. I had no idea why Uncle Dave didn't show up.
The surprise element was that the party was also doubling as an engagement party for Ginger and Maria, who were totally caught off-guard.
As an early wedding gift masquerading as an engagement gift, the six of us gave the happy couple a honeymoon trip to Mendocino, California. Not to the same inn where Mom and I first made love, but to another one closer to Mendocino that was highly rated for honeymooners. Ginger was familiar with it, having stayed at a neighboring property back when she and her husband had lived in California, during the period when Mona was her patient.
\~\~\~\~\~
*April 16, 2016*
Patti and I decided to take the kids over to the neighborhood park for their first experiences with the baby swings. For a change, we weren't packing the kids off to the Taylors, and would have them in Center's nursery for our "family night". Mom, Henry and Amber were all working, so Toni watched two kids while studying and Patti and I took the other two to the park. We had already taken Kyra and KJ and were returning from taking Gavin and Sharon when we saw a young woman, probably in her late teens, at the door to East House. It was about 4:30.
The house was empty, but my Mustang was sitting in the driveway, so this woman obviously expected someone was there. She was ringing the doorbell alternating with banging on the door, and loudly muttering, "Shit, shit, shit, please be home, please be home."
Once we reached the driveway, I called out, "Miss, can I help you?"
She turned to face me, and there were tears on her face. In a trembling voice, she asked, "Do you know where Antonia Kannady might be? This is her address, right? I really, really need to talk to her."
I said, "Actually, I do know where she is, but first, who are you?"
She looked at the four of us, trying to figure us out, before saying, "My name is Eden McGuire, and Antonia is my aunt. She would know me by the name Faith. You say you know where she is?"
I could see the family resemblance as soon as she said that, and it clicked in my head. She looked just like a smaller and younger version of Toni, except for a pixie nose. "You're the niece who was taken away when her sister Mona died, aren't you? Toni's been hoping you might come looking for her once you turned 18, and here you are. It's what, only two weeks since your birthday?"
Eden's eyes widened, then she nodded. "You must know her pretty well, for her to share that. I guess it's my turn to ask - Who are you?"
I stepped closer to her, and extended my hand, which she shook, hesitantly. "Hi, I'm Drew Barnes, and this is my wife Patti, our daughter Sharon and my little brother Gavin. This is our home, but Antonia did live here for quite a while, as our guest. She's sort of my aunt, too, because she dated my uncle for ten years. She likes to be called Toni. She's actually living two doors down from here right now, and is babysitting for my other daughter and stepson. C'mon, we'll take you over. We were headed there, anyway. She's going to be blown away."
As we walked down the sidewalk, I said "You're lucky you sought Toni out now. We recently started construction of a new home and will be moving later this summer, and you might have missed us."
As I took out my keys to unlock the front door of West House, Eden asked, "This is your house, too?"
I chuckled saying, "Legally, our family co-owns all three of these houses, so I have keys to all of them, and Toni's a member of the family. The house that we just passed in the middle was originally owned by my Mom and Dad, but Mom lives in this one now with my stepdad Henry, Toni and my little brother. It's a long story, that can wait until after I reunite you with Toni."
As we came through the door, I could hear the sound of play coming from the nursery upstairs. I called out, "Toni? It's Drew and Patti. If you're not sitting down already, do it, right now." I then guided Eden up the stairs towards the nursery, while Patti dealt with getting both kids out of the strollers.
Toni called out, "Drew Barnes, you better not be setting me up for..." and that's when we reached the door to the nursery, and she spotted Eden and froze.
I smiled at her, and said, "You know how you've been hoping your niece would come looking for you? Well, her name isn't Faith, it's Eden McGuire. We found her looking for you over at East."
Tears immediately started flowing from Toni's eyes, before she began shaking and sobbing. She couldn't speak, but extended an arm toward Eden, who walked into the room, and knelt in front of the rocking chair Toni was sitting in, clasping Toni's hand to her face.
Eden looked up at Toni, and said, "Hi, Toni. I've been waiting 4 hella long years to come looking for you. When I turned 14, my adoptive parents told me most of the story of how I wound up being taken away from my mom and dad and put up for adoption, and how I still had an aunt, but they refused to give me actual names until I turned 18, to keep me from running away from home, that's how much they knew I would want to find you. Once Mom gave me your name on my 18th birthday, it didn't take long to find the address down the street, but I couldn't come up with a phone number. I suppose I should have written a letter, but I took a flight here instead, because I didn't want to wait a minute longer to be with you."
Toni's sobbing slowly eased and she got out, "Oh, Eden, baby. I've wanted to know you your whole life. If I had been there when you were born, maybe none of what followed would have happened. I'm so, so sorry. You should know, Drew and Patti know everything, they know you're actually my half-sister, as well as my niece."
"They do?" Eden said, turning back to me, as Patti walked into the room, holding Gavin and Sharon on each arm, then set them down in the playpen to play with Kyra and KJ. "You know about the incest, and that doesn't bother you?"
Patti said, "Not in the least, Eden. We happen to think that incest is only a biological issue, not a moral one once everyone is adult and able to consent, of course. Even though your conception resulted from your father being intimate with his daughter, it doesn't make you a bad person. Does it bother you?"
"At first, I was ashamed of it," Eden admitted. "But over time, I came to realize how strong the desire to be together must have been, for that to overcome the taboo. Now, the idea of it actually turns me on, and I imagine myself in Mom's place with Dad." She turned back to Toni, "Or in bed with Mom, or with you, my sister. You were involved with them, weren't you? My mom said that was the rumor within CPS."
Toni softly said, "Yes, but only for part of the summer just before you were conceived. Mona got jealous of me, I backed off and went back to college, and your Mom gave birth to you while Dad and I were both out of town, and everything fell apart. They both wound up dead before I could do anything to stop it."
Fresh tears flowed down both of Toni's cheeks, and Eden reached up to wipe one away.
"If I asked," Eden whispered, "would you make love to me?"
Another tear rolled from Toni's face to replace the one Eden had wiped off, before she answered, "Yes, baby, I would. Gods, yes. I've loved you your whole life, even not knowing where you were. How could I possibly turn you down?"
Toni slipped from the chair to kneel facing Eden and kissed her, softly at first, then with increasing passion. When they stopped and sat back on their heels, holding hands, Eden turned back to Patti and me, and asked, "You're still okay with this?"
"I think we can trust you, Eden. You're not the only family with incest in its tree," I said, picking up Gavin. "I told you out on the street that this is my brother, Gavin. He's also my son, conceived with my Mom. Just like you, but with the genders reversed. My mom Tina and I have been sexually involved for three years, and Toni's discovery of that fact led to her revealing her own incest and eventually becoming part of the group marriage Patti and I formed with Mom. There are six of us now, with a father and daughter joining us, Henry and Amber. Henry's legally married to my mom and I'm legally married to Patti, but we all consider ourselves married to each other. To the outside world, it's two polyamorous triads. Also, Amber's daughter Kyra over there is mine, while her son has another father."
"Oh, wow," Eden said. "Toni's also your wife, then? That makes you two kinda my brother-in-law and sister-in-law?" Eden asked.
"We think of the non-legal relationships as brother-in-love and sister-in-love, but you've got a much bigger family here than just your sister, if you're ready for it. You're always welcome here, if you had any doubt."
Toni asked, "How long are you staying, baby? Is this your school's spring break, or was that at the end of March, along with Easter?"
Eden answered, "Break was the last week of March, between Easter and my birthday. I tried to get my mom, my adoptive mom Sarah, to give me the information to find you before break, so I'd have a chance to find you during it, but she insisted I wait until my birthday to give me your name. I had to come as soon as I could, though, instead of waiting any longer. Monday's a teacher work day, so my flight home is Monday afternoon. I plan to be back over the summer, though."
Toni said, "I would love to come out to California for your graduation first. I want to meet and thank your adoptive parents for raising you. Is that okay?"
Eden said, "I think they'd like that, sis."
I heard a car door close, and looking out the window, saw that Henry and Mom were home, and saw Amber's car pass by on its way to East. I said, "The other half of the family's home. Let me prepare them, alright?"
I sent a quick text to Amber telling her to come over to West for a surprise, and headed downstairs.
"Hi, sweetie," Mom said, as I reached the bottom and she came through the door. "Have a good day with the kids?"
I grinned. "Today is a most excellent day. But I want to wait until Amber gets over here to tell you why." Mom pouted, but I kissed that away.
It took a couple of minutes, but Amber arrived, asking, "What's the big deal, Drew? What's this surprise?"
"Brace yourselves. Toni's sister is here," I answered, causing three gasps. "Her name is Eden McGuire, and she's aware of the incest in her background, so I shared ours, to show that we were okay with it."
It took a few moments for them to absorb the news, but Mom spoke first. "Is she upstairs?"
I looked back up the stairs, and from my vantage point could see Eden peeking down from the landing next to the master bedroom, Toni by her side. "Eden, why don't you come on down and meet the rest of *your* family?"
Toni and Eden walked down the stairs, hand in hand, and when they reached the bottom, Eden gave a little wave and said, "Hi, I'm Eden. Pleased to meet you all."
Henry, Mom and Amber each came forward to introduce themselves, and each gave Eden a huge hug. Patti had joined us downstairs by then, and Eden grabbed both Patti and me into a big hug, whispering, "Thank you both for being home today. I don't know what I would have done, otherwise."
We all sat on the couches and chairs in the living room and Eden said to all of us, "I can't believe you six are all married. How'd that happen?"
We took turns walking Eden through our family histories, how we wound up with the three houses, how we publicly portrayed ourselves as two triads and on and on.
We finally stopped to get dinner into the oven, and Toni and I took Eden on a tour. We walked her over to Center House via the back yard route, explaining the privacy fencing and gates, then walked through Center House, showing her the double queen, then took her by East to show her that as well. I said, "This bedroom is officially for Amber's sister Sandy, who's in college. You're welcome to stay here this weekend, or in the equivalent bedroom over in West."
"If that's where Toni's going to be, that's where I want to be," Eden declared.
Toni said, "Saturdays are usually the night all six of us use that big bed in the Center house to make love together. I'd understand completely if you'd rather not participate, given that you just met all of us today. If you say no, I'll be where you are instead, in either East or West."
Eden considered for a bit, then said, "You're right. I need to get to know everyone much better first. Maybe over the summer?"
We headed back to West, ate dinner, then five of us headed to Center for the night, while Toni and Eden stayed at West with the babies.
\~\~\~\~\~
As we were getting ready to make love, it occurred to me that this was going to be the first time we had ever done a five-person grouping with both Henry and I. Meaningless, really, but it's just what popped into my head.
Henry and Mom started out together, with a straight missionary position, while Amber and Patti rode my face and cock, respectively. My mind was on Toni, though, happy for her to have Eden back in her life, but wondering what it meant for the six of us.
After the first round of lovemaking, Mom asked, "Do you think they're making love over there?"
I answered, "I don't know. The way Eden asked about it today was to say 'If I asked', but I never actually heard her take the hypothetical away and actually ask. I think it would be better for them not to rush into it and have Eden regret it somehow. I'd hate to see her never come back again."
"That would crush Toni," Patti said. "She's waited so long for this. She has had so much sorrow and guilt over her sister and father dying, thinking she could have prevented it. For her to lose Eden too? I would rather not find out whether Toni could survive that."
"The two of them need each other," Henry said. "This has clearly dominated Eden's life, too. She has such a look of joy on her face when she looks at Toni, I can't imagine her feeling regret about being intimate too soon. She's waited 4 years to be here, thinking about making love to Toni for some part of that. I think it's just as much a maternal love, though, seeing Toni as a substitute for Mona."
"Do you think there's a place for her in this marriage, Dad?" Amber asked.
"I don't know, honey," Henry said. "Her bond could just be with Toni. Are you prepared to add her to your triad, to turn it into a quad?"
"I think that would look suspicious, right away," Amber answered. "We're probably better just introducing her as Toni's long-lost-sister or niece, whichever is more comfortable for them, rather than jump straight into adding her into our public grouping. Whether we could make it look organic for her to appear involved with the three of us would certainly take some time, but adding a third relative of the older triad might simply be too risky."
Henry and I swapped placed, and I fucked Mom in a spoon position, while Amber rode her father's cock and Patti was licked by him. We fell asleep after that.
\~\~\~\~\~
*Up next: Aftermath of Eden, and some new old faces arrive on the scene.* |
Don't Delete: Open This! | 51,045 | 4.5 | 276,058 | [] | Brian Peters was out of bed and sitting at his computer in sweatpants despite the fact it was 7:30 in the morning...on a Saturday. The high school math teacher was so used to getting up early during the week that his body wouldn't allow him the pleasure of sleeping in on the weekend.
He went into his e-mail by habit, not expecting anything besides the usual spam. Brian went down the list hitting delete, delete, delete until getting to an item with the subject "Do Not Delete! Open This!". He didn't recognize the sender's username, but something about this one was different. Something made him open it, in spite of all the warnings going off in his head.
There was no message, just an attachment—shower.mpg. Everything the 35-year-old man knew about computers told him not to do it. His mouse hovered over the file name. He hesitated. Then he double-clicked.
A few seconds later his media player opened. It paused while a file loaded and then came to life. Brian could hear the soft sound of running water behind the clear glass door of a shiny, modern shower. It was empty. Then a female entered the scene, followed by another. They wore full length white robes.
The moment they turned to face each other Brian sat upright in his chair and leaned towards the monitor. Was that...nah. And...Jesus, it WAS. The blonde on the left was Jessica Allen and the brunette was Kaitlyn Casey. If Brian Peters had been asked to name the two sexiest girls in last year's senior calculus class, without hesitation he would have said Jessica and Kaitlyn.
Jessica was an inch or two taller than Kaitlyn, but both were tall for 18-year-olds. They had shoulder-length hair that flowed over the top of their robes. In the time it took Brian to realize what he was watching, the girls had moved closer together. They placed their hands on each others side and gently brought their lips together. The kiss only lasted a couple seconds, but already Brian was feeling a twinge between his legs.
The girls began a second kiss at the same time they pulled open their robes. When the robes were hanging loose, they placed their hands on each others breasts. That's when the kiss became much more intense and muffled moans could be heard in the video.
As if on cue, the girls stripped each other of the robes and stood naked in front of the camera. Their hands were everywhere while they continued to kiss. Brian looked at both asses and both sets of breasts, the front of his sweats now being pushed out by his ever-hardening cock.
Jessica and Kaitlyn held each other by the ass and pressed their breasts together. Another kiss, followed by more moans.
Then Jessica took Kaitlyn's hand and opened the shower door. She entered the enclosure first, pulling her brunette friend behind her. Brian eagerly watched their tight asses before the glass door was pulled shut.
To the teacher's great delight, the girls were perfectly visible behind the glass. He saw Jessica place her hand between Kaitlyn's legs while kissing her neck and shoulders. Water poured over both of them, but they didn't seem to care.
Soon, Jessica had her lips on the very top of Kaitlyn's breast. Both girls had ample breasts with nipples that had grown more erect since entering the shower. Jessica's mouth seemed intent on finding one of them fairly quickly.
She kissed her way down and put Kaitlyn's nipple between her lips, biting it lightly before taking a large portion of the breast in her mouth. The whole time, her hand was working on the brunette's clit. Brian watched Jessica rub it harder and felt his cock begin to throb.
Kaitlyn tilted her head backwards and cried out with desire. She put her hand on the back of Jessica's head and pulled the blonde tighter against her chest. Kaitlyn spread her legs and let Jessica insert a finger deep inside her pussy.
Brian was now rubbing his cock through his sweatpants. A few seconds later he had his hand inside, with the bulging cock firmly in his grasp. Muffled sounds from inside the shower only caused him to stroke himself harder and faster.
The man watched as Jessica lowered herself and positioned her face just inches from Kaitlyn's neatly shaved pussy. He saw her lean forward. Brian's hand fondled his cock roughly, bringing himself to the threshold of an orgasm.
Then the video went black...total and complete darkness.
Brian held his cock in his hand in utter disbelief. He stared at the screen for what seemed an eternity.
"Hi, Mr. Peters. This is Jessica," a voice in the darkness said. "Sorry about that. We just don't know what happened. Anyway, we're going to try it again tomorrow. Watch for us in your e-mail. We hope you like it."
Then the video ended.
Brian's cock was already starting to soften, a shiny drop of cum poking out of the tip. He removed his hand and pulled his sweatpants back up.
"Fucking God damned whores," he muttered.
Then he hit the play button again. And again, until he had to close the media player or cum inside his sweats. He replayed the scene over and over in his head during the night. The following day he anxiously awaited the next installment. But it never came.
The day after that, in the early evening, he opened his e-mail and saw the message: "Do Not Delete! Open This!"
Yes! It had an attachment.
He clicked on the message and impatiently opened the attachment. In the few seconds it took his media player to come to life, Brian had pulled down the zipper to his jeans and unbuttoned them at the top. He felt his cock pulsate inside his boxers.
The new video began to play. This time, both girls were already in view of the camera, which was stationed at the foot of a four poster bed. A young woman's mournful cries caused Brian to concentrate on the girl lying on the bed. It was Kaitlyn, in just a pair of light blue panties, struggling against the rope that tied her left wrist to the bedpost. A young blonde, quickly distinguishable as Jessica, was leaning over Kaitlyn's body.
Despite Kaitlyn's thrashings underneath, Jessica managed to fasten her prisoner's right wrist to the opposite bedpost. Jessica, too, only wore panties. Her breasts hung down, oftentimes brushing against Kaitlyn's body as she finished the chore of securing Kaitlyn to the bed. The entire time, the girl being tied down cried out in anguish, begging the other girl to stop.
Brian's cock was fully erect in a matter of seconds while watching Jessica in action. He reached inside his boxers and stroked it slowly as the video continued.
Jessica quickly grabbed the top of Kaitlyn's panties and yanked them down her legs, exposing the girl's pussy to the camera. Jessica persisted in her attempts to free herself. Her body writhed wildly and Brian alternated between watching her breasts, her legs and her ass as the girl thrashed about on the bed.
Jessica stood by the edge of the bed, looking down with delight at the results of her work. Unhurriedly, she took off her own panties and let them fall to the floor. Now Brian was pumping his cock vigorously, intent on cumming.
Kaitlyn was a little more subdued when Jessica moved onto the bed and placed her bare breasts directly above the other girl's face. Soon, one of her nipples was touching Kaitlyn's lips.
"Come on, bitch. You know you want it," Jessica said. "Suck on my tit."
Brian watched as Kaitlyn opened her mouth and began to lick all around Jessica's nipple. Then she took it in her mouth. Jessica lowered herself a little bit so that the part of her breast not in Kaitlyn's mouth pressed against the girl's face.
Brian's cock had never been harder. He slowed his stroking so he wouldn't cum right away. He was pretty sure the girls had more in store for him.
He didn't have to wait long. Jessica leaned back up and Brian saw her reach toward a bedside table. When her hand returned, it held a massive, curved dildo with ridges along the entire shaft.
Jessica ran it over one of Kaitlyn's nipples.
"This is what you want, isn't it? You want a big, thick cock up your pussy," Jessica taunted her captive.
"No. Please. Not that one. It's too big. Please, no," Kaitlyn begged.
Jessica ran the dildo over Kaitlyn's stomach and down the inside of one of her thighs. Kaitlyn squirmed on the bed, rolling onto her side with her legs squeezed tightly together. The more Jessica pulled on Kaitlyn's leg to roll her back over, the more the bound girl fought.
"No. No. Please. Not that."
Brian frantically needed to cum. But he was engrossed by the erotic action on the screen and didn't want to miss a second of it.
He watched Jessica finally get Kaitlyn onto her back again, her legs spread wide apart and Jessica's body between them. Now she had access to the brunette's pussy, dildo in hand.
Jessica slid the toy up and down over Kaitlyn's clit. Within seconds, Kaitlyn was moaning as much with lust as with fright. Her hips rose and fell as if she was fucking somebody. Jessica smiled wickedly.
"Are you ready? Is it time to fuck?" she asked.
"No. Jessica, please."
The dildo was moved to the entrance to Kaitlyn's pussy. Brian waited for it to be inserted. But Jessica just let it rest there—the tip barely separating the pink skin on either side of it. He didn't know how Kaitlyn's petite body could possibly accept the thick toy.
"Here we go," Jessica said excitedly. She pulled the dildo back a couple inches, then began to shove it forward.
"No. Noooooooooo..."
The screen went dark. But Kaitlyn's wails could still be heard. Brian's heart, racing a mile a minute a second ago, skipped several beats. His hand clutched his throbbing cock, unable to move.
Kaitlyn's screams seemed to last forever. Then there was nothing...no video, no sound. Brian could hear himself breathing in the silent room.
Suddenly, Jessica's face reappeared on the screen.
"Hi, Mr. Peters. It's me again, Jessica. I hope you liked the show today. Kaitlyn would be here...but she's, uh, recovering. Did you cum, too?? She sure did once she relaxed a little. Anyway, we thought it would be nice if you'd join us one of these times. Since we've graduated and we're not technically your students any more, we thought it would be OK. What are you doing Saturday night? We're going to be alone at my house. Come on over. The address is 357 Elm St. Be here around 8."
Brian Peters had spent an entire year fantasizing about the two girls. Now they were inviting him to join them in...something. Nothing was going to stop him from doing it. He kept thinking about how he would regret it the rest of his life if he declined. Besides, he got hard just thinking about the videos. Why not see the action up close and personal.
At 8:15 on Saturday night he was ringing the doorbell of 357 Elm St. The house was a small mansion, compared to his place, on a secluded cul-de-sac. He stood in his shorts and t-shirt, waiting nervously.
Finally, the door swung open and a beaming blonde invited him in.
"We thought maybe you chickened out," Jessica said.
"Why would I do that?" Brian asked, acting surprised. He took a quick look at the t-shirt that covered Jessica's perfect body down to the top of her legs. He couldn't help but wonder if there was anything under it. He followed her down the hall, watching her ass sway under the shirt.
They entered the family room. Kaitlyn sat on the couch in a brightly colored bikini, her legs pulled up under her.
"Hi, Mr. Peters."
"Hi, Kaitlyn." Brian said. He sat in a recliner by the couch and accepted Jessica's offer of a beer.
As Jessica walked into the adjacent kitchen, she yelled down into the family room: "Kaitlyn and I have been in the hot tub. Maybe you'd like to try it out later."
"You didn't tell me to bring a suit," Brian replied.
"Oh, you won't need one." The nonchalant tone of Jessica's response was accompanied by a persuasive smile as she returned with Brian's beer.
When Jessica sat across from him it became apparent she, too, wore a small swimsuit under the t-shirt. He had little doubt he'd get to see it soon enough.
They talked for a short while until Brian finished his drink. He could feel the throbbing in his cock increase the more he watched Kaitlyn in her revealing bikini, and the more he stared at the bright fabric of Jessica's suit showing between her legs.
So he was very happy to see Jessica stand up, remove her t-shirt, and say, "Let's head to the hot tub. There's more beer out there."
By the time they arrived, Brian was semi-erect from anticipation.
"You can only appreciate this when you're naked, Mr. Peters," Kaitlyn said. "We do it all the time."
The two girls both looked at him for a second without moving or saying anything else. Brian could take a hint, so he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. Smiles crossed their faces when the former students first saw their teacher's rugged chest. They watched him open his shorts and let them fall to the ground. He stood before them now in a pair of briefs, the outline of his cock clearly visible.
Nothing was said, so he grabbed the waistline of his underwear and took them off. He let them stare at his body, nervousness seeming to overtake them for the first time.
"Well. I'm not going in alone," he said.
Jessica turned her back to him. "Take off my suit, please."
Brian grinned at the girl's tactics. This was a true flirt.
He untied the string in the middle of her back, leaving the one at the back of her neck tied. He moved his hands around her and placed them at the base of her breasts. Brian moved forward so his cock touched her ass, then slid his hands up under her suit and on top of her full breasts.
Jessica moaned when he cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. Her soft blonde hair brushed against his face as their bodies got even closer. He kneaded her breasts harder and pulled her back.
Jessica reached behind her and touched his cock. The harder she gripped it the harder Brian squeezed her nipples.
Then Brian untied the top behind her neck and pulled it off. This time it was Jessica who touched her own breasts, pushing in on them eagerly. At the same time, Brian reached between her legs and slid his fingers down the front of her bikini bottom.
It barely covered her pussy to begin with, so he had no trouble finding her clit. He rubbed it for a few seconds, then Jessica untied the suit on both sides and ripped it off.
Their naked bodies ground against each other, moisture running onto Brian's fingers as he fondled Jessica's pussy and clit.
"Oh my God. That's good. Now let's get Kaitlyn ready," Jessica sighed.
They moved over to the brunette, with Jessica the first to reach behind her friend and untie the top of her suit. Within seconds it was off. Jessica and Brian each took a breast in their mouth and sucked on the large nipples. Their hands came together on Kaitlyn's ass.
Jessica leaned down and removed the bottom of Kaitlyn's bikini. Brian moved behind her and let the girls kiss while he played with Kaitlyn's ass and clit. His cock was now fully erect, pressed firmly against the young girl's tight ass.
"Come on. Let's get in," Jessica urged her companions.
One by one they stepped into the hot tub and found places to sit. Brian was situated between the girls. They each took a moment to sink into the water and let it flow over them up to their necks. Brian watched the bubbling water splash against the beautiful breasts of his former students. His hands instinctively fell onto their legs.
They sat for a few seconds before each girl leaned over and kissed the man on the sides of his face. He felt their breasts rub against his arms. Then two hands met at his cock.
Brian's cock had never been harder as the girls' fingers ran up and down his shaft. Together, they moved down his body and put their heads directly over the cock. Brian slid back so that he was out of the water down to his knees. Now Jessica and Kaitlyn could see what their hands had been playing with.
Each of them began licking him. Brian arched his back to get his cock even closer to the two beautiful girls. They responded by placing their lips around him, alternating who would have him deep in her mouth.
The girls' tongues beat against the cock with lust. Their mouths closed tightly around it, sucking him harder and deeper.
"I'm going to cum," Brian warned them.
"Yes. We want you to," Jessica said before continuing her attack on the thick cock.
Brian closed his eyes. One of the girls' hands was stroking the base while the licking and sucking kept on. He felt the cum ready to explode out of his balls.
"Now. I'm going to cum. Ahhh," Brian groaned.
He watched Jessica engulf his entire cock in her mouth. He rammed it even deeper, feeling it hit the back of her throat. Then he grunted loudly and felt the first blast of cum rise out of his cock.
Jessica was pulling back just as Brian's orgasm began. She took the first of his cum on her lips, then she and Kaitlyn were both close enough to get splattered with the rest of his first shot. They licked him some more and took the next couple shots on their faces. Both girls tasted his cum as they struggled to suck him dry.
Brian saw cum flowing down both girls' chins and onto their necks. The scene only made him hornier and he spurt two more times before slouching down into the tub.
He watched Kaitlyn reach for towels and the girls dried themselves off. Their smiles assured Brian they enjoyed it. They each kissed him and settled back into the tub next to their teacher.
"That was great," Brian said with a sigh.
"I hope you can stay a while," Jessica said. "We may not be done."
"I can." Brian smiled.
A short while later, they exited the hot tub at Kaitlyn's suggestion only to end up on the patio with Kaitlyn on her back and Jessica between her legs. This time Jessica was using her magic mouth to work on her girlfriend. Brian only needed a minute watching the gorgeous blonde's ass stick up into the air to move behind her and place his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
He found Jessica's clit and played with it as he rammed his cock deep inside her. He couldn't distinguish one muffled moan from the other as the girls kept making love in front of him.
Kaitlyn grabbed the back of Jessica's head and pulled her closer. Brian maintained his attack on Jessica's pussy, feeling his cock once again near orgasm. He watched intently as Kaitlyn finally came, her head rolling back and forth. He watched her breasts bounce as she shoved her pussy up to Jessica's face. Jessica, meanwhile, held her by the ass and sucked Kaitlyn's clit as hard as she could.
All of this drove Brian to another orgasm. His body slammed against Jessica's ass, cum pouring out of his cock into her pussy. He worked her clit the best he could, causing her to cum halfway through his own orgasm. Jessica squeezed the man's cock. She could feel it spurting his fluid into her and she came multiple times. Kaitlyn had moved up to Jessica's breast and was sucking on it.
Finally, both Brian and Jessica were done and they fell together onto the patio.
He smiled as he watched Jessica roll over, get up and turn off the camera that was in the darkest corner of the patio. |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 14 | 57,702 | 4.57 | 551,073 | [
"lesbian sex",
"erotic encounters",
"seduction",
"first time"
] | *(continued from chapter 13)...*
Please, please, somebody please turn off the lights, Tess thought as she slowly awoke, the brightness of the morning sun shining through her curtains.
"Oh, shit," Tess said aloud when she tried to lift her head-make that her throbbing head-from her pillow, failing to do so, her head falling back with a mighty thump.
"Damn, that hurt," Tess grumbled, the inside of her head feeling as if the drum line from her University's marching band was parading in her head.
"Uuuhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh," came the voice from the other side of her bed, the moans causing Tess' eyes to pop open wide as she realized, and remembered, who was in bed with her. Turning to face the voice, Tess saw Megan trying, unsuccessfully, to lift her head and open her eyes.
"Ooooh damn, Tess, my head is hurting bad," Meg whined, pulling a pillow over her head in a failed attempt to quiet the pounding that was going on inside of it.
Oh Fuck! Tess thought to herself, remembering that she and Meg had a 'go' with each other last night, a Tequila-fueled 'go' with the High Schooler.
"Yeah, mine too, sweetie, mine too," Tess answered, "Hang on, I've got some aspirin that will help." Forcing herself to fall out of bed, Tess trudged to the bathroom and retrieved the bottle of aspirin, along with a large cup of water for them to share, each step causing severe pain to her head.
"Here, take these," Tess said, handing Meg three full-strength aspirins, along with the water. Sitting up on one elbow, Meg gamely swallowed both the pills and the water, handing the cup back to Tess and falling back onto the bed, afterwards.
"Coffee's ready, you two," Jean's voice called from downstairs, "Get your asses up; y'all have a long drive ahead of you."
Meg and Tess just looked at each other, both of their faces showing disgust at the thought of (1) getting up and moving around, and (2) having a long drive ahead of them today.
"Come on, Meg, the sooner we become human, the sooner we can hit the road; don't really want to drive all that far today, don't know if I can," Tess said to her bedmate as she slipped an oversized tee shirt,from her dresser drawer, over her nakedness, throwing one to Megan to do the same.
"Holy Shit! Batman, look what the cat left on our doorstep," Jean said to Di as Megan and Tess slowly drifted into the kitchen of the shared house.
"Fuck you, Jean," Tess remarked, pouring coffee for both Meg and herself.
"Yeah, don't think you'd be up for that today, sweetie, not the way you two look; Mister Tequila kicked y'all's asses, did he?" Jean replied.
"Ya' think?" Meg replied with a sarcastic look on her face.
Three cups of coffee later, both Meg and Tess were somewhat more congenial, the aspirin and coffee taking the edge off of their world-class hangovers. Thankfully, both Jean and Di cut them some slack, deciding that picking on them, even though in jest, wasn't what either of the girls needed at the moment.
"That's it! I'm done with Tequila, finished, finito, no more ever," Tess bravely declared, her doing so causing Jean to snicker a bit.
"Heard that before, girlfriend," Jean remarked sarcasticly.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Tess conceded.
It was true. In the three and a half years that they've known each other, Tess had 'quit' Tequila at least ten times.
"Okay!" Tess said with some authority, "Meg, hit the shower first; make it a quick one and I'll pack, then when you're through, I'll jump into the shower after you and you can pack."
"Can we not do that and say we did?" Meg whined in reply.
"Go. Upstairs. Now," Tess firmly commanded the High Schooler, "Sooner we're on the road, the sooner we can find a hotel for tonight."
It was work for both girls but, even though their showers were quickies, it helped bring them around to feeling 'almost human' to quote Tess.
"Pick me up at my Aunt's again like last year?" Jean asked Tess as the four girls hugged their goodbyes.
"That's the plan, don't know why it would change," Tess confirmed for Jean. With a final wave to Jean and Di, Tess and her charge hit the road for the trip home, stopping for some drive-through lattes and breakfast sandwiches.
"Almost feel normal," Meg said as she finished her last bite of sandwich, sipping her latte afterwards.
"Yeah, we fucked up big time last night by not eating before we started drinking," Tess admitted, "But, you're right, the food is helping."
They drove without a lot of conversation for the first couple of hours, both girls satisfied to listen to the Margaritaville channel on Sirius radio, turned low, of course, and letting their hangovers drift away, eventually.
Tess was undecided about bringing up their sex play of last night, sorta' waiting for Meg to bring it up, sure that Meg did remember it, after all.
Meg, with her eyes closed but not asleep, was wondering the same thing, wondering if Tess would bring it up, wondering if she should. Meg dearly wanted to, she wanted to talk about it, to relive it, to do it again, she hoped, tonight.
It wasn't until after they had stopped for fuel and a bite of lunch and were back on the road did the subject of last night break the silence of the car.
"About last night," both girls said at the same time, causing both of their eyes to go wide and both of them to giggle at their joint statement.
"You first," Tess said to Meg, "then, me, okay?"
"Okay. First, you need to know that nothing that happened last night was 'just' because of the alcohol, though, obviously, the Tequila did loosen me up a bit, okay?" Meg began.
"Secondly, nothing we did, you did, or I did, would I 'undo'," she continued, adding, "though, I feel like I could have done more for you, to you, but honestly Tess, that was my very first time doing that, you have to believe that."
"I believe that, honey, I do," Tess said honestly to her car-mate.
"And, if I'm going to be completely and brutally honest with you? I'd like for you to show me more, I'd like for you to teach me how to be better at that. Can't believe I'm saying that but its how I feel, so there," Meg concluding what she had to say about last night.
"You sure about that? You planning on becoming a 'lezbo', Meg?" Tess asked, part of her teasing, part of her serious with the questions.
"Don't know about what I plan to do but I'd like to know more about it, that's for sure," Meg answered, equally as serious.
"Look, by now you've figured out that I like girls, not guys, right? Duh," Tess began, "and I should have used better judgement and yes, the alcohol threw those better judgement thoughts out onto the sidewalk but I won't use the fact that I was shit-faced as an excuse, okay?"
"I still should have exercised more control, but....I didn't and I can't put that genie back in the bottle. It happened, that's the truth of it." Tess said further.
"Saying all of that, I will tell you that I enjoyed making out with you last night; maybe we shouldn't have done that, but we did, and I enjoyed it," Tess said to Meg, turning to look at her when she said that.
Both girls were quiet for a couple of heartbeats, both girls processing what they had just said to each other.
"So, did you enjoy it enough for us to maybe play a bit again tonight?" Meg asked, a smile on her face and her eyebrows raised in question.
"Depends on what you want out of it," Tess said, teasing the eighteen year-old, now.
"More orgasms would be cool," Meg said with a chuckle.
"Oh, I can promise you that, girlfriend," Tess affirmed seriously.
"And, maybe....you can teach me how to go down on you? You know, how to properly please you?" Meg asked, "I mean, I should know how, shouldn't I?"
"Well, if you have ideas about playing with other gals from time to time then, yeah, knowing how and what to do would be a big help...duh," Tess answered jokingly, and, honestly.
"What I know is that for the first time I feel like my own person, not my parents' daughter, know what I mean?" Meg replied, her eyes focused somewhere far away, at the moment.
Tess did know and told her so. Tess knew exactly how Megan was feeling, knew well that feeling of liberation. Not because of making out with girls; no, it was simply accepting who she knew she really was when she realized it, that's all, a small, but powerful feeling.
The girls talked more over the next three hours before stopping for the night. The ice had been broken, the vibe in the car was now light, airy, comfortable to them both.
"I'm sorry ladies," the desk clerk, a faggy-acting little twink of a person was saying to them, "but, the honeymoon suite is all that I have left. Now, had you made a reserva......." his words cut off by Tess, tired of his sing-song, too-gay, demeanor.
"Yeah, yeah, okay tinkerbell, we'll take it," Tess interrupted him to say, slapping her credit card on the counter. Well, daddy's credit card, of course. (Thank You Daddy)
The desk clerk blanched a bit when he heard Tess call him 'tinkerbell', but, as he processed her card, he thought he rather liked the sobriquet, and he simply must remember to share it with his 'friends'.
'Course, didn't help that Megan couldn't control herself and burst out laughing when she heard Tess say it. Nope, didn't help the moment in the slightest.
"Well, fuck it, all he needed was fairy shoes and wings, damnit; you know I'm right," Tess said in trying to defend her calling him that to Meg who hadn't really needed an explanation in the first place.
"Wow." the girls said simultaneously when Meg flipped on the lights just inside the doorway.
A two room suite, the bedroom being the larger of the two. A large, California-King bed diagonally set in one corner, near a walk-out balcony, blocked with panels from view from adjoining rooms. In another corner was a large, two-person Jacuzzi tub, right next to a large two-person shower stall, lucite panels with two million shower heads, it seemed.
Opening the complimentary mini-bar/refrigerator (included in the price) they found it stocked with snacks, beer, and a bottle of Champagne, two flutes sitting on the mini-bar's top.
"Well, looks like they knew we were coming," Tess remarked as she took in the bottle of Champagne with her eyes.
"How? Did they have cameras in your bedroom last night?" Meg replied, her remark meant to be smart-assed and causing them both to laugh.
I like this girl, Tess thought in the moment, like her a lot.
"Order room service or go down to the restaurant?" Tess asked as she set her bag down.
"Let's order in, let's do it now and get it over with, okay with you?" Meg replied.
And so they did, both ordering light meals, not because of diet but simply because neither was very hungry.
"So, you really want to learn how to eat pussy, do you?" Tess blurted out suddenly when pouring them both a flute of Champagne.
"Well, when you put it THAT way........yeah, guess I do," Meg answered jokingly but honestly.
"Well, I think we should finish our drinks, and make use of that wonderful Jacuzzi, sweetie, that's what I think," Tess suggested, her tone clearly stating that that's what they were going to do.
Stopping next to Meg who was still seated at the small, two-person table of their suite, Tess looked down towards Meg, sliding her hand into the top of Meg's sweatshirt. She found Meg's tits, braless today, but nipples firm and hard. Softly she squeezed Meg's nipples and breasts while holding the teenager's eyes with her own, smiling when Meg closed her eyes from the pleasure of Tess' fingers on her breasts, on her nipples.
Giving one of the nipples a final pinch, Tess bent down and kissed Megan who opened her mouth immediately, she, wanting to be kissed so badly in that moment. Breaking the kiss, Tess kissed the tip of Meg's nose and walked to the tub to draw the water for their bath.
Of course they used the hotel-provided bubble bath. I mean, wouldn't you?
"Oh man, does this ever feel wonderful," Meg said as she let herself sink into the just-right water.
"Oh yeah, baby, that it does," agreed Tess, loving the feel of the water to her body, the smell from the bubble-bath, damned near perfect if you had asked her.
They allowed themselves some time to enjoy the Jacuzzi, neither rushing to get to the sex-play, both knowing it was going to happen in any event.
"Slide your young, fine ass over here, baby, I'll wash your back for you and then you can do me," Tess said, her eyes a bit glazed as they get when she begins her seduction of another.
Meg did as asked, her body shuddering just a bit when she felt Tess' hands begin to soap her back, Tess moving the sponge slowly, suggestively across Meg's back and shoulders. Moving to do Meg's ribcage, Tess squeezed the sponge with both of her hands, getting her hands slick with the soapy foam of the sponge.
Using her hands now, not the sponge, Tess reached around Meg's body and soaped her breasts, cupping each one softly, squeezing them gently, her hands slippery as she did so because of the soapiness. Sliding her hands down Meg's flat eighteen-year old belly, she bathed the inside of the High Schooler's thighs, letting her hands brush Meg's pussy, teasing it, teasing her.
"Now, me," Tess commanded, turning around so that her back now faced Meg, who had also turned around.
Meg repeated the process, trying very hard to be as good as Tess was, doing what Tess had done with her, to her. And when Meg, after squeezing the sponge, cupped and soaped Tess' larger breasts, Meg, on her own, leaned forward to place small kisses to the nape of Tess' neck, her pussy tingling as she did so.
"That feels good, sugar," Tess remarked, her voice clearly showing that she liked it. Leaning her head back, Tess open her lips in invitation for Meg to kiss her. Megan did. Megan kissed her long and hard, sliding her tongue into Tess' mouth to explore, her hands kneading Tess' titties lustfully.
"Shower time, let's rinse off," Tess said after they broke off their kiss.
They rinsed together, kissing and touching each other while doing so, Meg getting a bit of an orgasm when Tess played with her clit while pressing her against the shower wall in a tongue-probing kiss.
They quickly dried each other, stayed naked and finished the bottle of Champagne in another glass and a half apiece. They talked and they eyed each other lustfully.
Mostly, they eyed each other lustfully.
Taking Meg by her hand, Tess led her to their bed for the night, Tess laying down on her back, pulling Meg to lay partially on top of her.
"Kiss me....kiss me as if we were on our honeymoon night, kiss me and touch me," Tess said in a low, soft voice, "take me, sweetie, make love to me."
Placing one of her hands onto Tess' breast, Meg lowered her lips to Tess', her kiss to Tess not tenative at all, her hand loving how Tess' larger breast felt as she slowly squeeze her fingers over the orb.
Megan moved her lips in excitement as her tongue slipped into Tess' opened mouth, she felt a flash of heat to her crotch as her tongue sensed the warmth and wetness of Tess' mouth, both girls tasting Champagne on each other's lips.
Megan pressed her kiss to Tess, her leg squirming, moving, as it rubbed against Tess' naked pussy, feeling Tess' wetness on her kneecap as she pushed and rubbed against Tess' undulating hips that were grinding against Meg's knee.
Gently, Tess pushed Meg's lips from hers, taking Meg's head in her hands and guiding it towards her breasts, pulling Meg's head until her lips were on Tess' hardened nipple.
"Like that babygirl, just like that, yeah..suck my nipples sweetie; you can bite them if you'd like, oh yeah, just like that....." Tess' voice cooed as her 'pupil' sucked and bit and licked her boobs.
"Like that sugar?" Tess asked, knowing that Meg did, of course.
"Mmm-huh," Meg mumbled, her voice muffled by Tess' tit in her mouth, her hand having found it's way to Tess mons, her fingers rubbing lightly across Tess' little man who was awake and hard.
"Yeah, babe, that's it, soft kisses under my tits, soft bites to my flesh," Tess instructed further, subtle jolts of pleasures firing in her brain from Meg's oral attention to her body, "yes, kiss my belly, slide your finger inside of me, not all the way, just teasingly so, make me want it, baby."
"Slide over my leg, baby....yeah, like that, get between my legs, play with my tits as you kiss my belly, uh-huh, yep, that way," Tess said further as the teenager was seemingly finding her way to her ultimate goal, Tess' very wanting and needy pussy.
Wrapping her legs around Meg, Tess' heels were on the High School Senior's back, softly rubbing up and down as Tess became more aroused and excited.
"The tip of your tongue, sweetie, flick the tip of your tongue over..........yeah, there, right there, oh that feels good baby," Tess cooed when Megan's tongue swiped across her clit, pausing as if 'tasting' and going back for more, the swipes a bit firmer, Megan slowly licking up and down on Tess' wet snatch.
Spreading her legs a bit wider, Tess placed one of her hands on Megan's head, holding it in place as Meg moved her tongue, increasingly faster now, up and down her pussy's lips. Tess closed her eyes in enjoyment, her hips moving against the teenager's tongue and mouth, slowly pressing against the youngster's efforts.
"Oooooooh, Meg.....like that, sugar, just..like that," Tess said excitedly as Meg's mouth and lips began gnawing on Tess' pussy, Meg's tongue not stopping as it probed the slit that promised delight to it, Meg's senses registering the smell of Tess' sex, Meg loving the slight scent of flowers or honey, Meg wasn't sure which, but liked it nevertheless.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah, don't stop now, sweetie," Tess murmurred to her charge as Tess moved her hips up and down her young lover's mouth and tongue.
No way was Megan going to stop, no danger of that at all because Megan was now in a zone of her own, her own actions, reactions to her excitement as she tasted another girl's pussy for the very first time in her life and liking it very, very much, thank you.
"Huuuh, Ummmmmph," Tess grunted in excitement as she moved her hips up and down with increasing urgency now, her orgasm just a second or two away. Meg's mouth and tongue were on their own now, no instruction or guidance needed, her eyes closed, her mission clear to her, her desire to give her childhood friend and neighbor a mind-blowing climax controlling all she did to Tess, now.
"Ooooooh, damn.....damn.....damn that feels good, oh so good, babygirl," Tess cried out when her orgasm exploded inside of her, the quakes of lust shaking her body as they rolled over Tess' body and soul in that moment. With both of her hands now holding Meg's head in place, Tess moved her pussy up and down the girl's mouth, slowing as her orgasm ebbed and flowed over her.
Raising her head to look up at Tess who was looking down at her, Meg saw a smile of satisfaction on Tess' face, on her lips, in her eyes, Tess' fingers twirling Meg's hair in after play.
Looking down to her pupil, Tess could see her juices on Meg's lips, the slickness and wetness shiny in the low light of their room.
"Did you like that? Did I do it right?," Meg asked anxiously because she truly wanted to know the answers to her questions.
"Oooh yeah, sugar, I loved it.....yes, you did it very much right, baby, very much so......" Tess' voice trailing off to silence.
"Come up here baby," Tess said as she pulled Meg from between her legs, "Come up here, put your knees on either side of my head....yeah, like that," Tess instructed, "Now, lower your pussy to my mouth, baby, let momma get a taste of you, baby," Tess' arms under the teenager's legs, her hands squeezing the firm, young ass of Megan.
Tess took her time in eating Megan to a mind-blowing climax. She prolonged the teenager's orgasm teasingly as she liked to do with her lovers. It was only when Meg begged her for release did Tess get the girl off, Meg's orgasm causing her to cry aloud her pleasure at its arrival to her body.
Both sated of their carnal desires, Tess pulled Meg into her arms, pulling Meg's body tight to hers, Meg's pussy hot and wet against her thigh as she and Meg exchanged lovers' kisses and touches.
"I liked that....I liked doing that, Tess," Meg said amid the mumbles and murmurs of post-sex play, "you taste so good."
"Me too, sugar, I liked you doing that," Tess affirmed for her younger charge.
Holding each other in their bed, our two travelers fell asleep quickly, their arms on each other, around each other, their breathing slow and steady, their sexual needs, satisfied......
Pulling to the curb, a couple of blocks from Megan's house, Tess left the car running as she turned to face her passenger, her lover, her pupil.
"Had a great time sweetie," Tess said in honesty, "really enjoyed our time together."
"Me too," Meg answered, equally as honestly, her hands holding Tess' in hers, her fingers lightly rubbing across Tess' skin.
"Big plans for Thanksgiving?" Tess asked.
"Some relatives coming in for the weekend but other than that, not a whole lot planned, I don't think," Megan answered, "How 'bout you?"
"Different Thanksgiving this year," Tess answered, "With John Brown's death, my dad and his hunting buddies decided that there'd be no hunt this year; too soon after John's death and all that. Parents are taking off on Friday for a cruise, just the two of them, reason I'm driving home this early, so that the three of us can have some time together for a few days. I'll be driving back to campus on Saturday, I think," Tess concluded.
"Any chance of seeing you before you do?" Meg asked, anxiously hoping the answer would be yes.
"Let's see how the week plays out, okay sweetie; if not this week, I'll be back for the Christmas holidays," Tess answered her friend.
"Call me then if we don't see each other later this week?" Meg asked with hope.
"You bet, baby, you bet...."
Kissing each other quickly, sweetly, after looking around so's not to be seen by anyone, Tess put her car in gear and drove the short drive to Meg's house. It took much longer to say goodbye than she thought it would because Meg's mom couldn't thank Tess enough for taking the time to show Meg around campus and all that.
Wonder if she'd still thank me if she knew that her daughter and I fucked each other's brains out, Tess thought as Meg's mom prattled on and on.
Probably not, Tess correctly surmised.....
"Hey 'rents, your trouble maker's home," Tess cried out as she entered the front door of her home.
"Oh, y'all made really good time," Chris said as she hugged her step-daughter in greeting, "Your dad will be home shortly, baby," Chris said, "and we're both off until we get back from the cruise."
"Great, gives us time to catch up," Tess said as she picked from the salad that Chris was putting together.
"What's the plans for Thanksgiving? I'm guessing that there'll be no communal meal this year because of John's passing," Tess asked further, pulling her hand back from the salad bowl when Chris attempted to slap her hand.
"No more, fix yourself a sandwich if you're hungry; this is for dinner," Chris laughingly chided Tess, "and, you're right, no communal meal; we thought, if you're okay with it, that the three of us would just go to the Club on Thursday, they have an excellent Thanksgiving buffet," Chris said further.
"I think that's smart; no sense in cooking a bunch of food that will just go to waste, just for the three of us," Tess agreed, making herself a sandwich as suggested, her stomach growling with hunger for some reason.
"That's what we thought baby, Jo'll be home for the Christmas Holidays and we'll have a big family feast then," Chris affirmed.
"Works for me," Tess happily replied, happy to be home for some time with the 'rents.
The Clancys filled the time before Thanksgiving with running errands, getting caught up with their lives, laughing, teasing, all in all a great family dynamic for them. Thanksgiving at the Club was absolutely perfect, Tess thought, even their baked yams coming very close to being as good as Chris'.
Saying goodbye on Friday morning, Tess watched her parents drive off to catch their plane for Miami and their seven day Carribean cruise, adults only, no ankle-biters hogging the pools and such.
"Pick you up around noon'ish on Saturday," Tess confirmed to Jean, "should put us back at the Campus on Sunday afternoon, okay?"
"Perfect, looking forward to seeing you baby," Jean said to her friend.
"Yeah, me too, babe.....see you then," Tess said before disconnecting the call.
Tess drove out to the mall near her house, the need for some 'essentials' for her 'other' home, at campus, the reason for the run, that, plus sheer boredom of nothing to do. She took her time at the mall, nothing on her agenda driving a need to return home. Window shopping, sampling scents, you know, 'girly' shit as Tess thought of it.
Standing in the food court, Tess looked at the myriad choices available to her, finally deciding on a Johnny Rocket's Hamburger to feed her hunger pangs. She was about to get in line when she felt a 'poke' on her shoulder from behind. Turning around, she was met by Megan's sweet smiling face.
"Oh, hey babe, how was your Thanksgiving?" Tess said in greeting, both girls giving each other a quick hug of friendship.
"Too much food, of course," Meg said in reply, walking along with Tess as the line moved forward.
"Want to grab a bite with me? My treat," Tess said as she reached the order register.
"Sure," was the short reply and after Tess placed her order, Megan did the same, both girls getting their own drinks and finding a table in the large attrium dining spot of the Mall.
"Not a bad burger," Megan observed as she enjoyed the fare.
"You should taste my sis' burgers; you remember Jo don't you? Anyhoo, her burgers are the best in the freaking world," Tess averred.
Megan did, indeed, remember Jolene, remembered how good looking she was and how 'hot' her body was, the younger gals, like Meg, wishing they could have a bustline like Jolene's, Meg remembered. Alas, for Meg, that wasn't to be, her B-cups as large as she would ever be.
"Still leaving for campus tomorrow?" Meg asked Jo as the girls lingered over their drinks at the table.
"Yeah, not looking forward to the drive but at least I'll have Jean for company for the longest part of it," Tess answered her recent conquest and friend. Tess did think of Meg as a friend, liking Meg immensely she had found and not just for her eighteen year-old pussy, either.
They chit-chatted about their week, the Holiday, the fact that Tess' parents were gone, off on a cruise, etc.
"What's up for you tonight?" Megan asked, her eyes never leaving Tess' pretty face.
"Nothing. Probably pack this afternoon and just chill at the house, watching TV or something, you?" Tess answered/asked.
"Would you like some company tonight? I love my parents and relatives and all that, but Jesus, Tess, I'm the only one under forty at the house and I'm going nuts listening to all of the 'remember when?' conversations," Meg replied, shaking her head at her plight.
Tess paused before answering, wondering about Meg's request to join her tonight, wondering if the High Schooler had another agenda on her mind by asking to come over.
"Sure, babe, but it'll probably be a bit boring for you; as I said, I'll probably just watch a movie or something, but you're welcome to join me if you've got nothing going on with your friends," Tess finally replied.
Twirling her straw with her fingers, nervously it seemed, Meg finally summoned the courage to ask further, "Any girly movies like you have at your place at college?"
"You mean, Lesbian Porn?" Tess said, sotto-voiced, leaning in so nearby tables couldn't hear her.
"I prefer to think of it more like 'Female Explorers'", Meg whispered with a smile.
"Well, yeah, I guess you could call it that," Tess laughingly replied, her mind clear, now, about why Meg was wanting to come over.
"Yeah, matter of fact, I do, interested, are you?"
"Yep. Is that terrible of me?" Meg answered/asked.
"Not from my viewpoint but, as you know, I like porn," chuckling at the truth of the statement.
"No Tequila, though," Meg cautioned.
"Oh hell no," Tess agreed, "its taken this long for our last bout with Jose to leave my system," Megan nodding her head in agreement.
"Tess?"
"Yeah?"
"If I told my mom that you and I were going to talk more about college and stuff like that, I'm pretty sure that she'd be okay with me spending the night, you know, like a sleep-over slumber party kind of thing, I mean, you know, if you'd like me to," Megan said further.
Smiling at Meg, Tess weighed the offer, knowing exactly what Megan wanted to do with Tess before Tess returned to school.
"Feel like you need some hands-on instruction?" Tess replied with a grin, referring, of course, to their roles of teacher/pupil on their drive home earlier in the week.
"Gal can't know too much, can she?" was Megan's reply.
"Meg, are you absolutely sure about this? Are you absolutely sure you want to do this? I mean, there won't be any alcohol to blame anything on, you do realize that, don't you?" Tess answered cautiously
"I don't need alcohol to want to be with you," Megan answered, her eyes hard on Tess' face as they looked at each other, no games, no hints, no Tequila fueling their talk in the food court.
"You liked it that much, did you?" Tess asked the High School Senior.
"You have no idea," was all that Meg said in reply.
It was true. Megan had spent every night since returning home with Tess, masturbating to her mind-movies about what had happened between she and Tess, nothing else being able to dislodge it from her brain since it had happened.
"See you later then, come over when you're ready, I'll be home," Tess said to her pupil, her fingertip tracing a line across Meg's hand on the table, adding, "or do you need me to pick you up?"
"No, I have my own car, I'll drive myself to your place," Meg replied, her stomach doing flip-flops from excitement, her panties suddenly feeling warm and damp at the thought of being with Tess.
"Looking forward to it," Meg said as they stood at the Mall entrance, exchanging goodbye hugs and cheek kisses, as friends would do.
"So am I, baby," Tess answered honestly, herself remembering just how sweet Meg's pussy had tasted to her when they had made love to each other.
Yeah, I know I shouldn't, Tess argued with her consicious on her drive home, but I am, so leave me alone about it, okay? The truth of the matter was that Tess was as desirious of another 'go' with Megan as she had ever been about getting in bed with another woman, or girl, in her life.
Not sure why, Tess thought, but she was, feeling a little rush of heat to her snatch as she drove home thinking about Meg's sweet, young, pussy....
"Throw your bag, here, in my room," Tess said to Meg when the girl, young woman, showed up around six that evening, bag in hand, a smile on her face.
"Wow, first time I've been in your house, it's gorgeous," Meg said as Tess gave her the fifty-cent tour of the Clancy home.
"Thanks. Hungry? Want to order some pizza or something?" Tess asked her overnight fuck, oops, guest.
"Yeah, that'd be great," Meg agreed, following Tess around the house as a little puppy would. In truth, anything that Tess wanted to do was just fine with Ms. Megan, anything at all.
Tess called for the delivery pizza that would be their supper, putting an arm around Meg while she did so, pulling Meg to her body. Megan, in response, put her arms around Tess' waist, hugging herself to Tess' body, her eyes closed in contentment as she enjoyed the scent of her teacher that wafted from Tess' body.
Hanging up from the call, Tess lifted Meg's face to hers with a finger to Meg's chin, the two girls kissing each other sweetly, each finding pleasure in the feel of the other's lips to theirs.
"You kiss nice," Meg sighed after their lips parted, "I like kissing you."
"Back 'atcha," Tess replied, honestly, the taste of Meg's lips providing Tess with a yearning for more.
Moving to the den of the home, they shared more kisses and embraces with each other on the couch, sorta' watching TV but mostly playing kissy-face with each other. Megan seemed to be a bit more self-assured with her kisses and touches to Tess, her lips and hands seemingly unable to stay off of Tess.
They were in the middle of a very hot kiss with each other when their pizza arrived, both reluctantly tearing themselves from each other's embrace. Pulling her tee shirt back down over her breasts, a bit wet from Meg's mouth, Tess paid the delivery person, taking their supper inside for she and Meg. The teenaged delivery guy couldn't move his eyes from staring at Tess' boobs. The wetness from Meg's mouth on Tess' nipples caused her hard nipples to poke out on the two spots of dampness on her tee.
The small pizza was just enough to satisfy the girls' need for food, not filling either up which was a good thing. Cleaning up after themselves, Meg trailed behind as Tess did the rounds, flicking on yard lights that remained on overnight, locking all of the doors for the night.
"Come with me, babe, we'll shower and relax in my room and I'll even let you choose which 'chick-flick' to watch, okay?" Tess offered to her pupil, leading Meg upstairs with her.
"'K," Meg replied, her mind crammed with so many emotions that it was almost making her dizzy. She was now questioning her sexuality because of the insane desire she couldn't shake off to be with Tess, to make love to Tess, to be made love to by Tess.
Was it just the newness of it all? She didn't think so but, she admitted to herself, she really didn't know, nor care, she just knew that she felt it the right thing to do, for herself. She'd deal with the complexities of it all, later, at some point, but for now, she just wanted to 'go with it', whatever 'it' was.
They showered together, taking their time, enjoying the intimacy of their naked bodies under the gentle rain that fell upon them from the large showerhead. Soaping each other, bathing each other with the large sponge, each getting worked up but controlling it, for now.
"Okay if we stay naked?" Megan asked as she knelt before Tess, drying Tess' legs with the large towel.
"Seems like it'd save time, huh?" Tess replied with a chuckle.
"Kinda' my thought," Meg replied, leaning forward to place a gentle lover's kiss to Tess' clit, causing Tess to close her eyes and rub her fingers through the teenager's damp hair, the tenderness of Meg's kiss to her 'little man' causing a bit of a shiver of anticipation to Tess.
"Would you think me a real weirdo if I wanted to watch this one?" Meg asked as she picked from Tess' hidden stash of lesbo-porn.
"No, not at all," Tess answered, looking at the DVD's cover that showed two Afro girls sandwiching a white girl, liking Meg's choice very much.
Putting the DVD into the player, the girls got comfortable in Tess' bed, Tess adjusting the lighting in her room to a soft glow. Pressing play on the remote, Tess slipped an arm around Meg's body as Meg layed her head onto Tess' shoulder. Feeling as right to Meg as anything ever had in her life, Meg settled into Tess' body as the DVD began to play from Tess' flat-screen in her bedroom.
"This is so incredibly hot," Meg cooed with her eyes glued to the scene of the two black girls kissing and fondling each other as the white girl took turns eating their pussies, the skin contrast alone fueling Meg's horniness.
"Ever been with a black girl?" Meg asked, her interest piqued and fueled by the video, her mind wondering what it would be like.
"Many," Tess answered honestly.
"What's it like?" Meg questioned, truly desirious of knowing.
"It's all the same, except for the skin color, baby; no difference, it's all pink on the inside," Tess answered.
"Hmmmph," Meg commented.
Her horniness now took control of Meg, her face turning from the TV so that she could kiss and suck on Tess' breasts, on her own, no prompting needed from Tess.
Closing her eyes in enjoyment of Megan's mouth on her girls, Tess sighed contentedly, her fingers tracing lines on the teenager's naked back and butt, her finger rubbing Meg's ass-crack as Meg sucked and kissed Tess' boobs with increased lust and desire.
Trailing the tip of her tongue down Tess' flat belly, Tess' abs rippled under the touch of Meg's tongue, making Meg happy that Tess' body seemed to like what she was doing.
On her own, Meg slipped between Tess' legs which separated for her to do so, staying 'cocked', Tess' heels resting on the bed. Using her fingers to peel Tess' pussy lips apart, Meg lowered her mouth to that inviting, wet slit of snatch, Meg feeling herself getting wetter when she did so.
Oh God, she tastes so good, Megan thought when she tasted Tess, the smell and taste of Tess' pussy driving her mad with desire. If she had a dick, Megan thought, she'd fuck Tess like there was no tomorrow.
Where'd that come from? Megan thought in the moment, the thought confusing her momentarily. But, the thought didn't really trouble her for some stange reason, Megan thought further as she munched, gnawed, insert verb of choice here, on Tess' cunt.
"Ooooooooh....sweet babygirl.....oooooh damn but that feels so goooood," Tess moaned when the release of orgasm came to her. Tess' words and Tess' body-shudders of climax thrilling Meg in too many ways to count.
Pulling Megan up to sit on her face as she slid her body down her bed, Tess looked up into Meg's face, saying to her, "My turn, sweetheart, momma wants to eat you 'til you scream."
"Please do.." Megan said softly, closing her eyes as Tess' mouth slowly sucked on the High Schooler's snatch which was soaked with the juices of desire and need, Meg slowly rocking her pussy back and forth across Tess' mouth.
Can't get enough, can't get enough of this, Megan thought as she gripped Tess' headboard with both hands in order to stay upright as her orgasm caused her to scream aloud, her hips a blur as she rocked back and forth furiously. Releasing her grip of the headboard, Meg flopped her body onto the bed, partially laying on Tess, smothering Tess with kisses of thankfulness, of desire, of lust for Tess.
"Oh God, Tess, I can't get enough of you....the more I make love with you, the more I want," Meg said, her tone clearly showing her dismay at this new quandry in her life.
"That's not a bad thing, is it?" Tess responded between her sucking on Meg's small, firm breasts.
"I don't know if it is or not, but Damnit! I so love the taste of you," Meg declared assurededly, unashamedly.
"Then, taste to your heart's content, sweetie, we have all night to pleasure each other, let's not waste it," Tess replied as she flipped the teenager onto her back and straddled Meg's head between her legs, lowering her pussy to Meg's waiting mouth.
They did not waste that night... |
Fourth Year After Ch. 04 | 14,239 | 4.69 | 1,572,687 | [
"incest novella",
"polyamory",
"mother son incest",
"father daughter incest",
"drama"
] | *Author's note: This is Chapter 4 of "Fourth Year After", the last book in my series that began with "First Year After". Then Second, Third, you get the picture. If you have not read the earlier books in the series, I recommend you do, so you'll know who the characters are, how they relate to each other, and how they got to where they are now.*
As always, all sexual acts described here involve fictional characters over the age of 18.
\~\~\~\~\~
*April 17, 2016*
In the morning, we returned to West to prepare breakfast, and the downstairs was vacant, so we crept upstairs and got our answer - Toni and Eden were naked and snuggling in bed, and the bedroom definitely smelled of sex.
"Good morning, you two," Mom teased as we stepped into the room. "Did you have a good night? Get any sleep at all?"
Eden blushed, but didn't hide, as Toni quickly pulled the covers over them. Eden said, "Best night of my life, Tina. My imagination was nothing compared to reality, y'know?"
Mom answered, "I do, sweetie. Everyone goes through that discovery the first time they have sex, sometimes it's less than they expect, sometimes more, but it's never exactly what you imagined it to be. Of course, first sex with a man is different, too."
"I figured as much," Eden said. "I'm just not sure I'm ready for that, yet." She was looking my way, then Henry's, as she said it.
Mom said, "Well, we're going to get breakfast started. Join us when you're ready."
\~\~\~\~\~
We loaded everyone into the big Sprinter van, and took Eden on a tour of Dallas and Fort Worth for most of the day. Eden bonded with all four of our kids, explaining that she was the oldest of three kids the McGuires had adopted, and they also took in foster kids, so she was used to babysitting kids of all ages.
After the tour, we ordered a ton of Chinese food and ate in east, then watched a bunch of movies off of Netflix. Eden cuddled with Toni on the couch, and they were so cute together.
Eventually, Mom, Amber and I took the kids over to East, while Toni and Eden retreated to the guest room in West and Henry and Patti went to the master.
\~\~\~\~\~
*April 18, 2016*
Most of us had to work, and Eden's flight home was at 7 o'clock, so Mom agreed that she would come home early to watch the kids so Toni could drive her to the airport. There were lots of tears and hugs as we bid Eden farewell that morning, knowing we wouldn't see her until June.
\~\~\~\~\~
When Toni got back after dropping Eden off at the airport, we were holding dinner for her. She came straight to me, climbed into my lap on the couch and forcefully said, "Knock me up, Drew. I want a baby, and I want it to be yours."
"What brought this on?" I asked. "Eden?"
"I've said many times before that I put off having kids all these years so that I'd be free to let my sister into my life, whenever we could reunite. We've done that, at long last. When I told Eden about it, she told me in no uncertain terms to stop waiting. So, I don't have a reason not to have a baby, any more. We both want to see our family expanding, again. And since she can't get me pregnant, even if that were prudent, I have to turn to the one man in my life who's fertile."
"Are you still on birth control?" I asked.
"I just stopped taking the birth control pills Henry put me on, as part of the induced lactation protocol. You might be able to get me pregnant in two weeks, definitely by six. If you say no, you'll need to wear condoms, as I would continue the protocol, at least until I could find someone else to impregnate me. If you agree, I'll abandon the program, and nurse our child when it's born, next year. Please, Drew? I'm the only one of your wives without a child by you, intentional or not."
I blew out a breath, then said, "Six babies with four mothers. God help me, but yes, Toni, I'd be honored. Is Henry going to be listed as the father on the birth certificate, like Gavin? Or do we have to come up with an explanation for why he isn't the dad and I am?"
"Making Henry the legal father makes the most sense, given the public triads," she answered. "We certainly can't claim that I needed you to knock me up because he didn't have his vasectomy reversed."
Henry had been listening and said, "I'll actually get it reversed, sweetie, if you'd rather have my baby."
"And how would you explain that now, Henry?" Mom asked. "You've already said you had the reversal done. How do you explain getting it done a second time? I think Toni's right. Our story for Gavin is flimsy, but mostly holding together, except for those who have realized where his eye color comes from, which has only been my parents and Ginger. Having another baby who is supposed to be Gavin's half-brother but actually wouldn't be related at all would just make Gavin stand out more. I think this needs to be Drew's baby, rather than yours."
\~\~\~\~\~
*April 20, 2016*
At dinner, Mom said, "I got a call from Maria while Henry and I were driving home. Some anti-homosexual bigots in Ginger's condo complex are having a fit about there being a gay wedding held at their community center, and they've lost the venue. I wanted to take a family vote about hosting the wedding here, at Center."
I asked, "Were you expecting any noes?"
"Not really. I just didn't want to speak for everyone without checking."
\~\~\~\~\~
*April 23, 2016*
An email came from Matt:
Drew,
Mom climbed into bed with Sophia and me last night and started making love to Sophia right in front of me. Neither one spoke a word, although there were plenty of moans. She didn't make any move towards me, but let me watch. God help me, I got hard as a rock and was afraid to even jerk off in front of her. I didn't touch her, but I wanted to do more than look.
After they both had an orgasm, Mom got up and went back to her bedroom, but the look she gave me as she left seemed to be a disappointed one, like she wanted me to do more than watch, too.
What should I do? How did you know? There's nobody else I can ask, for obvious reasons.
Matt
I thought for a few moments, and replied:
Matt,
Are you expecting me to talk you out of it? I don't know that making love to your mother is the right thing or not, for either of you. I only know that it was right for me and mine, and still is.
You're wrong that there's nobody else you can ask. Talk to Sophia, get her opinion and advice. Her acceptance would be critical, and she knows your Mom a lot better than I do, obviously. They might already have talked about this and you were getting set up.
Together with Sophia, go talk to your mom, be open and honest. About what you're thinking and feeling, find out what she's thinking and feeling. You can't make a decision about this if you aren't on the same page first.
Yes, there's risk here. The legality, obviously. But it's still putting your heart on the line, if it turns out you want different things. Only the three of you can know if the payoff is worth it.
Things with my mom developed gradually. When she didn't want to sleep in the bed Dad died in, we shared mine for a week, which got us used to being close, I think. After that, an extra long hug here, a longer kiss there, and we started reacting as man and woman, not just son and mother. But it was Mom seeing Patti and I making love one night, and then she and Patti making love a couple weeks later and my joining in with Patti at the end that really made the rest seem inevitable.
Your journey and your mom's aren't entirely the same as mine and my mom's, but the connection between your mom and Sophia does make me think there is a possibility that Sophia is being used as a substitute for you.
Let me repeat. A possibility, not a certainty. You won't actually know unless you have the conversation that you've been avoiding for months.
Courage,
Drew
\~\~\~\~\~
*April 24, 2016*
Drew,
Well, you were partly right and partly wrong.
I talked with Sophia, and she's okay with whatever happens. So, we sat down with Mom and talked things through. Yes, my mom feels the same attraction to me that I feel for her. Yes, she's partly using Sophia as a substitute for me.
But she also thinks it's wrong to do anything with me, because it's against the law.
So, while the air is clearer now, nothing's really going to change. She wants to be Sophia's lover, but not mine.
I never thought I'd be asking this, but how do I get her to change her mind?
Matt
I showed Patti the email chain, and asked, "Should we even get involved?"
Patti grinned. "I'd say we are already are. Carla first came onto Sophia because she found out about our foursome. And I doubt Matt would have been thinking as much of getting involved with her if he hadn't found out your secret. We have some responsibility here."
"So, what advice should I give him?"
"That's easy, honey," she said. "I think they're past any baby steps of hugging her more or stuff like that. Carla's admitted her attraction and been naked and sexual in front of him. He needs to do the same, fuck Sophia in front of his mother. Make her watch, too. Or even fuck Sophia while Sophia's eating Carla out. If that doesn't get her turned on enough to change her mind, nothing will. But it would still be an improvement over making Matt be just a voyeur or even a cuckold. Think back to when I first made love to Tina. You didn't touch her sexually after finding us, except for a naked hug and kiss afterwards, but it was a turning point for the two of you."
I wrote Matt back:
Matt,
If changing your mom's mind is what you (and Sophia?) want, Patti suggested making love to Sophia in front of Carla, to make her watch, too. She'd have a hard time objecting to that, after making you watch the two of them. From there, suggest making love to Sophia while Sophia's making love to her, without direct contact between the two of you. That's basically what happened the time I walked in on Mom and Patti. I only touched Patti, but it pushed my relationship with Mom a lot further in the direction it went.
If you can progress to the point where the two of them are in a 69 and you're entering Sophia from behind, inches from Carla's face, and she still doesn't change her mind, you might just have to live with that.
In that case, consider that sharing Sophia with your mom would be comparable to sharing her with another man, where you wouldn't be directly intimate with him. If you think of your mom as your co-husband, you could still make it work as a triad relationship.
We love you,
Drew and Patti
\~\~\~\~\~
*April 27, 2017*
My wives violated the rotation rules to allow Toni to be with me three straight nights during her first fertile cycle, first with Mom, then Patti and finally Amber.
All my sperm had to go into Toni's womb, though, so she was the only one I got to fuck those three nights. My other wives were there for moral support, and to induce more orgasms.
\~\~\~\~\~
*May 1, 2016*
I hadn't heard from Matt for a week, when another email arrived.
What you and Patti suggested, worked. Mom was a little surprised when I asked to make love with Sophia in front of her, but she couldn't object, like you said. She wound up masturbating next to us, and actually moaned my name as she came.
A couple of nights later, she came back into our bedroom, began making out with Sophia, and I asked her if it would be okay if we both made love to Sophia at the same time, but without contact with each other.
She asked me, "We're just going to get closer and closer to that line, aren't we? Some night, one of us isn't going to be able to resist, and it will happen."
I said, "Maybe so. Even if it doesn't, I want us both to be able to make love to Sophia at the same time, and to act like a polyamorous triad, even if you and I are more like co-husbands to Sophia who don't... fuck each other."
"But you want to, don't you?"
"Yes, Mom. Very much."
"Then I say yes. We just need to not get caught."
So, we fucked. And it was sweet, and hot, and dirty, and I asked her to be my polywife the very next day. She said yes.
Thank you both.
Matt
\~\~\~\~\~
*May 12, 2016*
Sandy called to say that she'd aced all of her exams, but decided she wanted to head to Minneapolis for a few weeks after Aaron's graduation, to spend time with Amanda and Aaron, before coming home to Dallas. She still had not announced any decision about whether she was going to join them in a triad, and I did not want to pressure her.
\~\~\~\~\~
*May 20, 2016*
Toni ecstatically announced that she's pregnant! Her first fertility cycle, and we succeeded. I wished I could brag about it to everyone we knew, but this has to be Henry's child, to the public at least. We're holding off on telling most people until the first trimester is over.
Eden was thrilled when we called her with the news. For the four years between finding out that her biological parents were dead and why, until finding Toni, she felt like she was the last of her line. Now, her family was growing again.
That night, I dreamt of Eden asking me to get her pregnant, too, to keep the Kannady line going. She looked older, maybe in her mid twenties. I woke up knowing that, if she ever did ask, I would say yes.
\~\~\~\~\~
*June 3, 2016*
Eden graduated from High School today. Toni flew to San Jose, California on Thursday morning, and would return on Sunday. To watch the kids, Patti took Thursday off, and Amber took Friday.
It really felt weird not having her at the house when I got home from work. I realized that this was would the longest we'd been apart since Mom, Henry, Patti and I went to Maine two years earlier.
It also made me remember that none of us had taken any significant vacation time in the past two years, either. With the move coming up, we probably wouldn't have time this summer, either.
\~\~\~\~\~
*June 6, 2016*
My boss called me into his office. "Hey, Jack, what's up?"
Jack handed me some manila folders and said, "Drew, you're on track to become a team lead, so I'd like you to handle the orientation of the new interns for this summer. You've been through the internship program, so should have a good idea of how to get them settled and productive pretty quickly. It's Susan, Daniel and John. They're arriving at 11:00. Cubes have been assigned and laptops requisitioned. All the details are in the folders."
After quickly reviewing the folders, I greeted the three of them at 11:00. Susan preferred to be called Suzy, Daniel liked Danny and John was known as J.D., after his initials for John David. Suzy looked familiar, but I couldn't figure out why. I got them set up in their cubicles, and went to check on their laptops, and brought the three boxes back with me. All three had already set out some personal effects in their cubes. I gave Danny and J.D. their laptops, and went to Suzy's cube last.
On her cubicle's shelf was a framed photograph, with her being held by an African-American man in his 20s, standing next to an older white man, who was holding an African-American woman in her early 30s in the same manner. My eyes kept being pulled to the older man's face, and it clicked where I knew him from.
"Suzy, Jensen, right? Are you by any chance Steve Jensen's daughter, of Caplex Industries?"
"Yes! How did you know that?" she answered, sounding very surprised.
I pointed to the picture, then leaned against her cubicle's counter. "Your Dad and my Mom dated, for about a month, I guess, back in the fall of 2013, when I was in college. He was the first guy Mom went out with after my Dad died, and she invited your dad to Thanksgiving dinner that year. He said you and your sister were at your Mom's, so he didn't have anyone to have turkey with. He briefly showed us pictures of you and your sister, which I guess is why you looked a little familiar to me, but I definitely recognized your Dad in that picture. That's the only time I met him, though. They broke up not long after that."
"Your Mom's name is Tina, right? I was 18 then and in college, but Mandy was still under our parents' custody agreement, and that was Dad's year for Christmas and Mom's for Thanksgiving. What a small world. How's your mom doing now, in case Dad asks?" she asked.
"Married again, to the next guy she dated after your Dad," I chuckled. "She and Henry have a baby together, my little brother Gavin. And your Dad? From the picture, he's with someone new, too?"
Suzy picked up the picture, and said, "Sandra is Dad's fiancee. She was my college roommate for two years, and just graduated. I introduced her and Dad last summer, and they hit it off immediately. She's actually closer to Dad's age than mine and started college after getting out of the Army. And my fiancé is Nick, who is her younger brother, but graduated college before she started. He works at Caplex, too."
I grinned. "So, brother and sister, engaged to father and daughter? That must get confusing. Once you marry Nick and Sandra marries your Dad, you'd be your Dad's sister-in-law, wouldn't you?"
"Worse, once Sandra becomes my step-mother, Nick would be my uncle and I'd technically be my own aunt!" she laughed. "We don't worry about that, much. We're just two couples who are in love, Drew. Nick and Dad proposed to us side by side at New Year's Eve, and we plan to get married in a double-ceremony next year, after I graduate."
"Well, tell your dad Drew Barnes says 'Hi', and see if he remembers me. And let me know if you have any trouble setting up your laptop, okay? I'll be back to check on you guys in half an hour, regardless."
\~\~\~\~\~
I got home, just in time for dinner, and everyone was around the table. Sandy had just gotten back from Minneapolis, and I gave her a big kiss and hug. Her belly looked huge on her, since I'd last seen her.
I said, "Hey, Mom? You remember Steve Jensen? Well, guess what? His daughter Suzy is one of our interns this year. I recognized Steve in a picture she had on her desk."
"Really?" Mom responded. "How's he's doing these days?"
"Engaged, to a woman in her 30s who was Suzy's roommate in college, and Suzy is engaged to the roommate's brother."
Sandy gasped, then asked, "Suzy Jensen, and the roommate's name is Sandra Adams and the brother is Nick?"
I looked at her in shock. "She didn't tell me Sandra and Nick's last name, but yeah. How the hell did you know that?"
"My roommate Amanda is Suzy's sister and Aaron is Sandra and Nick's youngest brother! We're coincidence magnets, I tell you!"
"What?" I sputtered.
She paused, before continuing. "There's more, but you might not be happy with me. When I got to Minneapolis after finals, to try and decide whether to move there with Aaron and Amanda, she revealed to me that the real reason she wanted us to live in Minneapolis is because she began an incestuous relationship with her mom Paula and aunt Nancy last summer, and now Aaron makes them four, and I would make them five, not three. Not only that, but her Dad Steve and sister Suzy, and Aaron's brother Nick and sister Sandra are actually a foursome living here in Dallas, with the engagements to the non-related partners as cover for the incestuous part of their relationships, a lot like you guys do with the two public triads."
"Did you reveal us to her?" I asked. I was feeling echoes of how Amber had told me about her Dad two years earlier, and could see Amber was reacting the same way.
"Yes. I know we're supposed to keep it a secret, but once she admitted her incest, I felt I could trust her with ours. Nick and Sandra, Steve and Suzy, Amanda and her mom Paula and aunt Nancy, have all been lovers over the past year, but are remaining two separate groups, one here, the other in Minneapolis. The only woman I just named that Aaron hasn't been intimate with yet is his own sister Sandra, but I think that's only been a question of opportunity, rather than a lack of interest. His brother and sister confessed their relationship to him right before he returned to school for his senior year. Last Thanksgiving at the house here in Dallas was apparently a near-orgy, with both groups there. He just didn't happen to make love to his sister."
"No, he made love to you instead the next day," I quipped. "Is it another coincidence that he and Amanda hooked up, then?"
Sandy shook her head no. "Both families realized Amanda was going to the same school, so had them look each other up, and to say they clicked is like calling a stick of TNT a firecracker. Since falling for Amanda, he's been more focused on being with Amanda, Paula and Nancy in Minneapolis on his breaks, in between being with Amanda and me on campus. The only time he's been to Dallas was last Thanksgiving. Now that he has graduated, he's moved into Paula's house officially. During my visit, I made love with all four of them. Amanda's Mom and Aunt have offered to help Aaron take care of Jeremy while Amanda and I are still in school, and I've finally accepted. I actually wasn't sure I knew how to explain that decision without revealing their secret, so I'm glad that Suzy being at your job kind of gave me the opening."
Henry coughed, then said, "Well, since this seems to be the night for coincidences that totally aren't, would you believe that I knew Steve Jensen pretty well, back in college? We were in the same dorms our first two years, before I got an apartment with Tonya, and as a matter of fact, I introduced him to his wife Paula, ex-wife now, I guess."
Sandy said, "Really? Paula didn't act like she recognized my last name or ask if you were my dad. Maybe she thought it was just a coincidence."
Henry shrugged. "I didn't know her nearly as well as Steve, so she might not remember me, or might only remember my first name. I lost touch with Steve after graduation, though, but when he saw that Mandy's roommate assignment was Sandra Kilson, he called me just to see if Sandy was who he thought and to catch up. But that was last summer, and we decided not to tell you girls, so your relationship could develop on its own. He must not have told Paula about it, either. I totally didn't put together that he was the same Steve that you dated before meeting me, Tina. I don't think you ever mentioned his last name."
Mom piped in with, "Well, Sandy is going to the same school you did, and Amanda, who Steve calls Mandy, is doing the same, so it's not that big a coincidence that they'd meet, although being assigned as roommates is a much bigger coincidence. Or fate meant for them to all meet."
Sandy responded to Mom's implied question, "Her family calls her Mandy, and it's really what she prefers, but we knew that being Sandy and Mandy as roommates was only asking for teasing from folks who haven't even outgrown middle school yet, so she's gone by Amanda on campus, rather than my trying to change to Sandra, after being Sandy all freshman year, besides the fact that Aaron's sister is Sandra, too. I had to train myself not to call her Mandy, and I guess I've been thinking of her as Amanda."
I said, "So, we now know of another set of incestuous families, with four different connections to us, Henry to Steve and Paula, Mom to Steve, Sandy to Aaron and Mandy, Paula and Nancy, and now me and Suzy at work. The question is, what do we want to do about it?"
Henry suggested, "Let's at least get the families to meet. We can use more friends who we can trust with the truth about us, right? They can probably use the same."
\~\~\~\~\~
*June 7, 2016*
The next day, I handed Suzy a short note:
Our connections go deeper than my mom dating your dad, it seems.
My step-dad is Henry Kilson, who was friends with your Dad in college, and introduced your parents. Also, my step-sister Sandy Kilson was your sister Mandy's roommate at the same college this past year. She is pregnant with Aaron Adams' son, due in July, who will be our mutual nephew once you marry Nick.
More importantly, Sandy and Mandy have revealed our mutual family secrets to each other, and now Sandy has revealed yours to the rest of my family, when she realized who you were as I updated my Mom on meeting you and how your Dad was. We would like to get our families together, just for friendly talk, no other expectations. Let me know.
Drew
Her eyes bugged out when she got to the last paragraph, and she looked up at me, and said, "I'll talk to my family," then put the note into her backpack, and turned back to her work.
\~\~\~\~\~
Later in the day, she stopped by my cubicle, and handed me a slip of paper with her number, and 'Call me after work.' written on it. I nodded and she left. I put her number into my phone's contacts.
\~\~\~\~\~
I called the number from my car's hands-free setup, on the way home.
"Hi, Suzy, it's Drew." I began.
"Are you someplace private?" she asked.
"In my car, by myself. Driving home." I answered.
"Before we go any further, I want to know exactly what Sandy told you."
"Well, I guess it's pretty much everything Mandy told her. That you discovered Sandra and Nick together, became intimate with them both and Sandra coached you to seduce your Dad. Sandra came to Dallas to meet him after that, then Nick came to visit you, and your foursome formed. Mandy arrived for her summer visit and figured out what was going on between you and your Dad right after 18th birthday. She revealed that your Mom and Aunt were also lovers and Mandy wanted to join them. You, Mandy and Steve surprised your Paula and Nancy, they agreed to let Mandy join them, and a reconciliation with your dad happened. You moved to Dallas followed by Nick and Sandra, with Mandy staying in Minneapolis. When you and Sandra suggested Mandy meet Aaron at school, they fell in love, eventually adding in my step-sister Sandy to their relationship. At Thanksgiving, Mandy and Aaron revealed themselves as a couple to your family and Aaron asked for your Dad's blessing to marry Mandy. The next day, Mandy and Aaron came by our houses to visit Sandy, where Aaron told Sandy about getting engaged to Amanda, and they had sex which is when Sandy became pregnant. Am I missing anything important?"
Suzy paused, before saying, "No, that pretty much covers it. So what about your family? Mandy hasn't revealed your secret to us, probably because she doesn't know the families know each other. How did things develop with you?"
I took a deep breath and said, "Well, my Dad died in December of 2012, and my Mom Tina and I got closer as a result, and through a series of circumstances, she had sex with my girlfriend Patti, right before Patti went back to school, while I studied remotely for the semester, and Mom and I became intimate in February. The three of us formed a triad marriage the next month, and I got publicly engaged to Patti at the same time. We were discovered a couple months later by my uncle's girlfriend Toni, who I think of as my aunt, and after she broke up with my uncle, she moved in with us and became our lover, but originally didn't want to marry us, although she is now. With me so far?"
"Yes," Suzy replied. "Triad, plus an extra lover."
I continued, "Right. When Patti and I went back to school in the fall, Mom and Toni both started dating new boyfriends. My mom as cover for her relationship with me, Toni because she wasn't looking to marry us. Your Dad was the first man Mom dated, and I met him at Thanksgiving, but Mom broke up with him between then and Christmas. Henry moved in next door after Christmas break. He's a doctor and Mom's a nurse, so they knew each other from the hospital, and started dating. I didn't get to meet him until Spring Break. That's when we discovered that Patti already knew Henry too, because his older daughter Amber had been Patti's lover in high school. Amber revealed to Patti and then to me that she had broken up with Patti back then because she had begun a sexual relationship with Henry, who was also dating Mom as a public cover. I revealed my own incest to Amber, then we mutually sprang it all on her Dad and my Mom, which caused Sandy to accidentally reveal that she was involved with Henry, too. I wound up being intimate with both Amber and Sandy over the break."
"So, no wonder Sandy had no problem with Mandy's revelation," Suzy said. "I know my mom and aunt have met her, but Mandy and Aaron haven't brought her to meet Dad and I yet, and she lives right here in Dallas. How long has Sandy known about us?"
I answered, "She said she just found out, while visiting Minneapolis. She was still undecided whether to formally join in a group marriage with Aaron and Mandy in Minneapolis, so Mandy confessed that her relationship with your mom and aunt was the reason she didn't want to move to Dallas."
"Anyway, continue your story," she prompted.
"In between the revelations about Henry, Amber and Sandy and the wedding between Patti and I a week later, my aunt Toni broke up with her boyfriend, and asked to join our group marriage, making us four at the time. Two months later, when we graduated, Patti, Mom and Amber each revealed they were pregnant. Henry claimed in public that Mom's baby was his, and married Mom over the summer. Ultimately, Amber had twins, a daughter by me and a son by a friend of mine."
"How did you two guys handle that?" Suzy asked.
"Kenny didn't know, because Amber never told him about her and I being intimate right before him, on the same day, in fact. I had to stand by while they got engaged. In mid-December, the babies were born and it came out that Amber's daughter couldn't be Kenny's because of her Rh factor, and I had to admit she was mine. After Kenny blew up over that, Amber broke off their engagement, and Henry and Amber joined us in our marriage. Kenny moved to LA and hasn't contested custody. Patti, Amber and I then declared ourselves as a polyamorous triad, and Henry, Mom and Toni did the same, hoping the division would hide the incest, similar to what you're doing with separate engagements."
"Has it worked?" Suzy asked.
"Not completely. My son with Mom resembles my dad and me enough to either make people suspicious, or confirm suspicions they already had. It hasn't been anyone who would report us to the police, thankfully."
Suzy asked, "So, that brings you up to December of 2014, right? Any developments since then?"
"Yeah. Sandy opted not to marry us, and wound up involved with your sister and Aaron at college, instead. Toni chose to leave her retail job, for a combination of remote study towards a marketing degree and being our nanny. My wife Patti is pregnant again with a son, due the same time as Sandy's, and Toni is also pregnant by me, due next January, with Henry claiming he's the father again, because it's easier than explaining why his poly wife is carrying my baby. That will bring us to six kids. Is that clear enough?"
"I might have some other questions later, but that's good enough for now. You tell that pretty well, and thank you for your honesty. So, where do you see things going with my family? More sex?" Suzy asked.
"We're actually just looking for us to be friends, who we can trust with our secret. No other expectations, okay? People we can talk to about the challenges we face, not only about the incestuous parts of our family dynamic but the polyamorous part of it, too. Our families are going to be linked by Sandy and Aaron's son Jeremy anyway, and now I find out that Sandy has accepted Mandy and Aaron's proposal to join your Minneapolis family as a fourth wife."
"What? Why am I just hearing about this now?" Suzy said.
"As I understand it, the revelation of your family's incest swayed Sandy's decision just recently, as it would mean that Paula and Nancy would be her co-wives in helping raise Jeremy, not just Mandy's family. I expect Mandy is hesitant to reveal that she exposed the secret."
"Does my Mom realize that Sandy is Henry's daughter?" she asked.
"Doesn't seem like either Paula or Mandy is aware of the connection. Henry thinks she might have forgotten him, after 25 years. Anyway, we all thought we might as well get to know each other better openly, rather than trying to continue protecting secrets our sisters have already revealed. If more than that ever develops between us down the line, I don't think anyone would object, but it's difficult enough keeping lovemaking equitable with six of us, while pretending to be two triads. It would be so much more complicated with ten or even fifteen participants, if the five in Minneapolis get involved, too."
"I can see that," Suzy said. "Combinations and permutations go nuts the bigger the numbers get."
I added, "There's another incestuous family we know in the area, so I might invite them, too. We considered them as prospects to join our group discretely, but they've decided to stay separate. The mother of that family is actually marrying my aunt Maria on the 18th."
Suzy chuckled, the first sign that she was relaxing about all of this. "Our own little incest and polyamory support group? Dallas Incest Club. When do you want to hold its first meeting?"
"How about this Saturday? We've got the wedding to go to the following weekend. We've got a nice pool and hot tub, and enough privacy to be clothing optional, if we get that comfortable. We'll farm the kids out to one of our grandparents. We usually do that on Saturday nights, anyway."
"That sounds great. I'll confirm that with the others. I'm almost home, but before I go, you mentioned that Henry moved in next door and I thought I heard you say houses plural at one point. Are you in one house, or two?"
"Three, actually. The summer after my dad died, the houses to either side of Mom's went on the market. Patti and I snapped up one, after Henry bought the other, to try and flip it, but moved into it instead months later, and after they married, both Toni and Mom joined him in his house that we call West, while Amber and Sandy joined Patti and I in East. Center doesn't go completely unused, as it's the one with the pool and an office, plus an extra large bed in the master bedroom when we all want to play together. It's good from a public image standpoint to pretend to be two triads in separate houses, but a pain in practical terms, with three nurseries, three kitchens, and sometimes having to cross between them in the rain or cold weather. We are actually in the process of having a bigger house built for all of us to live in together, with two residence wings, but it won't be ready for a couple more months."
"Well, I'm just pulling into my driveway. Have a good night, Drew."
"You too, Suzy. Good night, and I'll see you at work."
\~\~\~\~\~
*June 11, 2016*
In addition to the Jensen and Adams families, I invited Ginger, Maria, Duke and Jean, letting them know that we had discovered another incestuous family and this was a get-to-know-you meeting.
They arrived shortly before the Jensen/Adams group, and we spent a little time on introductions, particularly for Sandy as these were her future in-laws, who she hadn't met after eight months of being involved with Mandy and Aaron.
Steve Jensen was a little older than I remembered him, but a lot happier and relaxed. Apparently, having two lovers agreed with him.
Suzy mercilessly teased him any chance she could get, while Sandra looked on with amusement, half mom, half big sister.
Nick was in between Sandra and Suzy in age and was clearly infatuated with them both, once he figured out that he could let his guard down around us.
The weather turned into an issue soon after they arrived, with thunderstorms in the forecast for the afternoon, so we moved everything inside Center and wound up not getting to swim. I managed to get the meats grilled without getting too wet, and we ate around the dining room and kitchen tables.
After, we sat around the living room, and the serious discussion started.
Steve asked, "So, I'm confused where Maria, Ginger, Jean and Duke fit in here. I got a rundown from Suzy of your family's development, Tina, but I don't think he mentioned them."
Mom answered, "Maria's my sister, and she's been intimate with both me and Drew."
Maria added, "Ginger's my fiancee, we're getting married next week. We met here at one of this family's parties last Labor Day."
Ginger said, "I used to date Henry, then stumbled on their secret the same day I met Maria. That led to my becoming intimate with my own kids, who live and go to school in Denver, and with Jean, who is my niece."
Finally, Jean said, "Duke is my husband, and I also met him here, over Skype, while I was involved in a threesome with Drew and Patti, and I also found out about their secret while I was involved with them. Imagine my surprise when I show up for a New Years' party here and run into Aunt Ginger and my cousins. Intimacy with them started the same night, then Ginger brought Maria into it, too."
Duke finished off with, "I'm Drew's best friend going back to grade school, and not sexually involved with his wives at all."
"So," Nick asked, "What's been the hardest part of being in this kind of relationship?"
I answered, "Having to keep it a secret, then having the secret leak out anyway. We've been lucky, but we always worry about that luck running out."
"How many people have found out?" Sandra asked.
I replied, "Toni was the first to discover us. Then Jean overheard Toni talking to us about it. After that summer, Patti and I got sexually involved with our college roommates, and we intentionally shared the secret with her roommate, and mine found out from her unintentionally. A week before I married Patti, she reunited with Amber and Amber shared her incest and I revealed mine in return and that certainly turned out well. At our wedding, Maria revealed that she had guessed it from observation of us and things started to develop between her and Mom first, then she and I. After the babies were born, I wound up letting it slip to KJ's dad, and Duke learned about it from him, rather than Jean. Shortly after that, Mom and Maria's parents said they had suspicions that were confirmed by Gavin's eye color not being a trait from their side of the family. Nine months after that, Ginger saw the same thing in Gavin's eyes, got involved with us all sexually and eventually her kids found out, too."
Steve said, "Most of those people are actually in this room, right? So that leaves, what, five who aren't involved with you or their own families who know, your grandparents, your roommates and KJ's dad?"
"Well, my roommate and his wife wound up involved with his mother, after his dad died last year," I said. "They're in Kansas City, or I would have invited them here for this, although I don't know how much his mom knows about us."
Toni said, "You left out Eden, Drew. She's my sister and father's daughter, who wound up taken away by CPS after her parentage was revealed. Ginger was actually the doctor who delivered her. She tracked me down in April, and will be back at the end of the month."
Steve said, "Sounds like a major combination of good luck and coincidences. I've got some of that, myself. If my wife Paula and her sister had not gotten involved, I wouldn't have been divorced. Then if Sandra weren't involved with Nick and they both get involved with Suzy, I doubt Suzy would have tried to seduce me. Incest led to more incest."
Mom said, "Then consider that if I hadn't been involved with Drew when we met, I either wouldn't have been dating so soon after Tom's death, or might not have broken up with you so quickly to then get involved with Henry, and Patti and Amber don't reunite. So many ways that this meeting today is tied to those kinds of coincidences, that I wonder if it was all fated. Then you have the coincidence that Sandy and Mandy wound up as roommates."
Toni said, "And that's not counting how my own past with my Dad and sister affected how I reacted when I discovered you, Patti and Drew. Now, my sister's daughter has come back into my life, because you gave me a place to live. Who knows if she would have found me otherwise. I don't believe in coincidences. This was all fate."
The conversation moved on to discussion of polyamory and how we could balance openness vs secrecy, then petered out after that. We wound down the meeting atmosphere, and everyone went home from there.
\~\~\~\~\~
*Author's note: Yes, the characters from my 3-part series "Dad, Do I Turn You On?" are back, joining the extended cast of this series, just in case you hadn't guessed correctly who Amanda and Aaron were several chapters ago. So many thought Amanda was going to be Toni's niece. Haven't read "Dad"? You don't really need to, since I summarize the plot here, but I really wish you would. I always like seeing my view counts go up. 8)*
Before any of the commenters go crazy thinking they know my intentions and complaining about what I was never going to do, these marriages are **not** merging. The end-state I've been working towards has always been to have several poly/incestuous marriages, interacting with each other, somewhat aware of each other's secrets, but not one humongous super-marriage. In the end, we're going to wind up with Drew's 6-person group, a five, two quads, two triads and a duo, in four different cities. One of those hasn't made it official yet.
And the last one meets for the first time next chapter, and doesn't come together until Chapter 6...
Leenysman |
Matt and Michelle Ch. 03 | 45,435 | 4.6 | 604,889 | [] | My head was swimming with so many scattered thoughts. Here we were, my sister and I, naked, and in her bed. It only took us a few minutes to get to this point, but in some ways, it was many years coming.
Her warm, soft body felt so good pressed up against me. I was in a state of complete relaxation, and also perpetual arousal. I'd never experienced such a thing. While it was amazing, I wasn't sure whether I'd be able to get to sleep. It was so stimulating. It felt like every cell in my body was vibrating. After a few minutes, Michelle's breathing began to get even and slow. I knew she had drifted off to sleep. My own lids began to feel heavy, and it couldn't have been another five minutes before I was out cold. The last thing I remember was tightening my grip on her body.
A few hours later, I woke up feeling parched. I don't know whether it was the two explosive orgasms, or the especially salty pizza, but I felt like I could drink a gallon of water. My dick was semi-hard. I decided to ignore it for the moment.
"Shelly. Baby." I nudged her a bit to see if I could wake her. I didn't want to startle her by leaving her bed. I was worried that she might not be happy if she woke up to an empty bed; I know I'd be pissed off if it were me.
"Yeah?" She was groggy, and I'm not sure she was entirely awake when she answered.
"I'm really thirsty so I'm going to go downstairs and get some water. Do you want anything?"
"Um, yeah. I guess water too." She sat up and began to look around her darkened room. "Have you been sleeping too?"
"Yeah, I've been sleeping too," I whispered. "I've been sleeping really well. I guess I just woke up thirsty."
I slowly pulled myself out of the warmth and comfort of the bed and headed downstairs for our waters. When I came back up, Michelle was in the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet peeing, and brushing her teeth at the same time. I left her water glass on the edge of the sink.
"Pizza breath," she mumbled through a mouth full of foam.
We were both fully naked, but I suddenly felt like I should be modest. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I began to prepare my toothbrush and brush my teeth, when I heard the toilet flush behind me. A second later, I felt a tug, and off came my towel. I looked over at my sister, who was standing a foot away from me, smirking. My half-hard dick was at full staff, and pointing straight out and up. It was one thing to see each other naked in our darkened bedrooms, but here, in the bright harsh lights of the bathroom, everything seemed so very intense. I finished brushing, spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed out my mouth. Michelle stood behind me, and moved to press her body against the back of mine. I could feel her firm nipples pushing into my back. She reached around to my front and began to fondle my cock. Her grip wasn't as firm or assured as it was earlier. This was more exploration, but very gentle. She was handling me like I was fragile and delicate. She reached with her other hand, and after holding my dick against my stomach, started her exploration on my balls. It felt great and I didn't want her to stop, but her body was slumping hard against my back, and I knew she was tired.
"Do you want to go back to bed?" I asked, looking at our reflections in the mirror.
"Ok. Do you want me to take care of this first? Or just do it there?"
I smiled. It was so strange that the girl I'd been lusting after for so long was here, wanting to attend to my needs.
"I think I can wait a bit. Maybe after we get some sleep."
"OK, but I don't want to leave you with blue balls or whatever."
"Come here and kiss me." I turned my body around and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her into my embrace. She hesitantly leaned forward, and pressed my mouth onto hers. I kissed her lips fervently, and slid my tongue roughly across her mouth. She moaned and parted her lips, and we stood there in the bathroom, tongues dancing, for several minutes. Eventually, she pulled back.
"Come on bro, let's hit the sheets."
We went back to her room and crawled under the sheets. I glanced at the alarm clock by her bed. It was now 3:13 a.m. We shifted around a few times, giving each other little pecks and kisses. Eventually we both drifted off, me on my back, her with her leg draped over mine, her torso half on top of mine. I recall being half awake once or twice, drifting in and out of sleep, humping against her, rubbing my perpetually hard cock against her thigh, into the crack of her ass, and at one point a half inch into her slit. But mostly, we slept.
Light was dribbling into the room through the shades. This feeling of incredible warmth came over me, then I shuddered, and felt as though I had been immersed in something that had a mild electrical current continually running through my body. The feeling is hard to describe, but it was amazing. I turned my head from side to side and didn't see Michelle, only the alarm clock which read 6:12 a.m. The feeling of immersion was still there, and the bed rocked a bit. I glanced down and realized the sheets were off of us, and Michelle's head was bobbing up and down over my crotch. She had my steel hard dick in her mouth, and she was rolling her tongue around the head.
"Ohhhhhhhhh fuck that feels incredible. Oh god you do that well. Your mouth is so good." I was not expecting a good morning blow job. I was experiencing the fantastic sensation of waking up with my dick in someone's mouth.
She glanced up at me, never taking her mouth off my cock, and smiled. She went back to work, each time swallowing a little more. At one point, she started gentle sucking, which turned into more aggressive sucking.
"UHH. UH. Oh god. I love it when you suck me like that."
She eased off a bit, then she did something I will never forget. She gripped the base of my member firmly with her hand, and gently eased her mouth over me, going a few centimeters deeper each second, until I was down her throat. She deep throated me. She did a good job relaxing her gag reflex, but eventually it did kick in, and her throat pulsed around my dick. It was a mind-blowing feeling.
"Michelle. Michelle. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."
I wanted to warn her, so she didn't end up with a mouth full of spunk against her will.
She backed off and eased my dick out of her throat, but then she took me by surprise by going to town on me. She grabbed my hips, and basically face fucked herself on my cock. She moved up and down on it fast and hard, and within a matter of seconds, I blew a load.
"UHHHHH oh god! SHIT! AHHHHHH I'm cumming so hard!" I grabbed the sides of her head, but she wasn't pulling off or doing anything, so my hands didn't really need to be there. The first spurt felt like it was the biggest, and she did a closed-mouth sputtering cough when it hit the back of her throat. She pulled her mouth forward and sealed her lips around the mushroom head of my dick, and the rest of my cum landed squarely in her mouth, on her tongue and teeth. When I was finally done pouring into her mouth, my dick was so sensitive.
"Uhh, be careful. Guh," I grunted, as she gave the head of my cock one final quick suck, lifting off her head. She kept her mouth closed and sat up. She was swirling my goo around in her mouth for a few seconds before she finally decided she would swallow.
"That tastes so good. I think it tastes even better than last night's. Does that make sense?"
I was dazed, but I figured after what she had done, I at least owed her the courtesy of an answer.
"Yeah, I guess the taste can change depending on what you eat, or something." I closed my eyes and threw my arm over my face. "Michelle?"
"Yeah?" She was now once again laying down next to me.
"That was the single most satisfying sexual experience of my life."
There were a few minutes of silence, and when she spoke again, I could hear a smile in her voice. "I'm glad you liked it."
She cuddled up against me and when she did, she began to grind her hips against my side. I immediately became aware of how selfish I was being. Even though the orgasm was mind-numbing, I still felt energized enough that I knew I should take care of her.
"Roll onto your back."
She did as I commanded without hesitation or comment. I moved my body over hers, and I kissed her. I could detect a faint smell of semen on her breath. I kissed her chin, then her neck, then her collarbone. I brushed my lips over each of her shoulder, then to her sternum. I kissed around each of her nipples, careful not to make contact with either. She was squirming and trying to land a nipple into my mouth, but I teased her and dodged each pointy nub. I continued kissing down her body, nuzzling my nose into the underside of each of her glorious tits, kissing her ribcage on both sides, kissing her beautiful stomach. I swirled my tongue for a moment in her navel, and she squirmed again with delight. I kissed lower, until I was at the edge of her pussy. Her beautiful crack was so soft and unspoiled. She must have waxed, because there was no hint of hair or stubble. I hardened my tongue and pushed a firm line down her slit. She writhed, nearly bucking me off. I settled down between her legs, and pushed her knees up so that she was spread wide open to me. I loved how confident she was. How uninhibited, and not bashful. I glanced up, and she had propped her head on a pillow so she could see what I was doing.
I used both thumbs to spread her lips. She was already soaking wet, dripping down to her ass crack, onto the bed. Her creamy goodness was so sweet and earthy. It smelled like paradise to me. I wanted to lick up every drop. I wasn't very experienced at this, and had no real technique, so my first thought was that maybe I should just dive in nose first and devour every inch of her. What was the technique in porn? What had previous girlfriends liked? Some better part of my brain kicked into gear, and I knew that she'd have a much more satisfying orgasm if I eased and teased her into it. Using the broad, flat part of my tongue, I gave one serious lick to her inner and outer lips, in one long, continuous motion. She moaned, and voiced her pleasure. I continued with the bigger, broader strokes. She had what she later told me were mini orgasms, little earthquakes where her pussy would throb and pulse. It wasn't until a few minutes of that kind of licking that I began to hone in on her clit. With one finger now buried in her pussy, I shifted my mouth up to her clit. Pulling the hood back gently with my other hand, I spotted her beautiful pearl, and sucked it into my mouth.
"OH MATT. MATHY!!"
I could tell it wouldn't take much, and that she was going to cum, and cum hard. I flicked her clit in my mouth, and she unraveled.
"AHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG!" Her cries got choked in her throat, and she started convulsing from her orgasm. I pressed my chest against her legs to try and keep her from moving too much, but she was wild.
After a few minutes, her body began to calm, I settled in next to her, and she giggled as she looked at my girl-juice-smeared face. I smiled and rubbed my mouth and cheeks against her shoulder, rubbing off some of her juices onto her body.
Even though I had just buried my face between her legs, I wanted to do it again, right now. When I told her, she laughed, and she talked me out of it. "Mathy! No, it's so freaking early. Let's just go back to sleep for a little while."
She was glowing. She was more beautiful than I had ever seen her, and that's saying something, because she was the most beautiful girl I had ever known in my life. I pulled her close against me again, and we again drifted off to sleep. The last thought I had was about how glorious the rest of our weekend would be, and how difficult things would get when our parents returned from vacation. |
Fourth Year After Ch. 05 | 18,648 | 4.74 | 1,575,175 | [
"incest novella",
"polyamory",
"mother son incest",
"father daughter incest"
] | [Author's note: This is Chapter 5 of "Fourth Year After", the last book in my series that began with "First Year After". Then Second, Third, you get the picture. If you have not read the earlier books in the series, I recommend you do, so you'll know who the characters are, how they relate to each other, and how they got to where they are now.]()
As always, all sexual acts described here involve fictional characters over the age of 18.
\~\~\~\~\~
[June 18, 2016]()
The day arrived for Ginger and Maria's wedding. Maria was upstairs in Center's bedroom getting prepared, while Ginger was in West doing the same.
With Ginger's parents being deceased, she had asked Henry to walk her down the aisle, but to dispense with the whole 'giving away' routine as too patriarchal. Grandpa Scott was doing the same service for Maria.
Mom was Maria's matron of honor and Ginger's sister-in-law Monica was going to be hers, and they skipped having any bridesmaids. Monica and her husband Ken had arrived earlier, so Monica could assist Ginger.
Toni, Patti, Amber, Sandy and I were greeting arriving guests, and guiding them to the chairs we had set up between the pool and the fence to West, and I was returning to the front door when I heard, "What are you doing here, you tramp? Someone finally knock you up?"
It was Jessica Parker, Jean's mom. Sandy had given her son David a blowjob during the reception at Jean's wedding. Clearly, Jessica hadn't forgotten or forgiven her. I could see David cringing behind her. Sandy looked near tears. Her skin is usually thicker, but I chalked it up to hormones.
I was about to defend Sandy when Jean beat me to it. "Knock it off, mother! Sandy's about to become Aunt Ginger's niece. This is her family's home that we're guests in, and that Duke and I are going to be renting, come September. You're being incredibly rude."
"How the hell is she Ginger's niece?" Jessica asked.
Trying to stay calm, I answered, "She will be after today's vows are exchanged, Mrs. Parker. Do you remember me? Drew Barnes, Duke's best man? Sandy's step-brother? In case you weren't aware, Ginger's bride Maria Cooper is my mother Tina's sister and my mom is married to Sandy and Amber's dad Henry Kilson. That means Henry is Maria's brother-in-law, and will become Ginger's brother-in-law, just as Maria will become your sister-in-law. That will also make Amber, Sandy and I into Ginger's nieces and nephew, at the same time that Jean, David and Jeremy become Maria's niece and nephews. Now that we've established Sandy's right to be a *guest* to this wedding, I'll point out that Sandy and I are two of the co-owners of this house you're standing in and the ones to either side of it, so we're also your hosts today. So I would suggest that if you don't want to be shown the door, you'll apologize for calling her a tramp, right damn now."
Clearly taken aback, Jessica mumbled an "I'm sorry" in Sandy's direction.
"I'm not sure she heard you," I said, not willing to give her an inch. I could see Jean and Duke both struggling not to laugh. Her brothers looked impressed. Clearly, she wasn't used to being held to account.
Louder, she said, sincerely, "I'm sorry, Sandy. I shouldn't have said what I said. Can you forgive me?"
Sandy walked up to her and said, "I accept your apology, Jessica. No forgiveness necessary. You were just being a mama bear, and I get it a lot better now that I'm about to become a mama myself. I hope you can understand that I never meant David any harm, nor do I think I did him any. He's a nice guy, and I doubt I'm the first or last girl to think he's hot. For the record, I am in a committed relationship with the father of my baby. Like my sister Amber's relationship with Drew and Patti, I'm one of two women sharing one man, but we've decided that if Aaron can't marry both Mandy and me legally, he won't marry either of us. I'm going to marry Mandy instead, after I move to Minnesota with them, so that she gains custody rights over my son as his step-mom, to match Aaron's parental ones as father."
I escorted the Parker family to the back yard, where they joined Ginger's brother Ken. A few more friends of the brides arrived, and we were set to begin.
The ceremony itself was lovely, and thankfully drama-free. Maria and Ginger pledged their love to each other, to be partners in life as well as love.
As the reception part of the day began, I walked up to the brides, and got to say, "Aunt Ginger, Aunt Maria, you were both radiantly beautiful today. Congratulations, and welcome to the family, Ginger."
"I'm going to have to get used to thinking of you as my nephew, Drew," Ginger said.
"You mean he's my cousin, now?" asked Toby, from behind me.
"That's debatable, Toby," I said, turning. "Most definitions state that cousins are defined by a shared ancestor, where first cousins share at least one grandparent, second cousins a great-grandparent, and so on. We don't share any ancestors, that I know of, although if we researched our family trees it's possible we could find one or more, many generations back. Other definitions simply define a cousin as the child of an aunt or uncle, without specifying blood relations, while the definition of an aunt includes sisters-in-law of your parent, so the combination would say we are. While the laws governing who can marry talk about aunts and uncles of full or half blood, which would seem to set aside the in-law variety. I'll take both looser definitions, and choose to think of you as my cousin, whether or not we actually are. After all, if can I think of Toni Kannady as my aunt, even though she didn't marry my uncle, and as my step-mom, even though her marriage to Mom and Henry isn't a legal one, I can think of you as my cousin. Okay?"
"I'm good with that... cousin Drew," Toby said. Wendy smiled by his side.
Jean joined the conversation, asking, "Does that mean we're related now, too, Drew?"
"No, we're not. We share two aunts and maybe two cousins, but that's all. Just like your cousins on your mom's side aren't related to Wendy or Toby, who are on your dad's side of your family. Think of it as a Venn diagram. My family and your family are separate circles centered around each of us, but they overlap just a little, with Maria, Ginger, Toby and Wendy in that intersection now."
"Leave it to you to bring math into it," Duke said.
"If I declare Duke as my honorary brother, would that be good enough for you, Jean?" I asked. "Intentional family?"
"Beats you asking me to be your husband, Drew," Duke said.
"Let's not get into that again, guys," Jean warned. "Not today. Today's about celebrating our families getting closer, whether they're separate, intersecting or whatever."
"Amen," I said. I remembered what Patti had said about not hurting our friendship over this disagreement, and shut up.
\~\~\~\~\~
After throwing rice at the two brides as they left our house for their wedding night, the guests began to depart, with Jean and Duke leaving with her family. We texted Maria an 'all-clear' and I joined Henry in putting the double-queen back together, so Ginger and Maria could celebrate their wedding night with us. Their flight for their honeymoon trip was actually in the morning, and their 'departure' was just a smoke-screen.
Including Sandy, we had nine people ready to participate, a new record for us, but with Sandy and Patti being seven months pregnant, we weren't going to find enough space for everyone, even on the double-queen, so Patti said, "Sandy and I are probably not going to last more than a half an hour, so why don't we start with Ginger, Maria and the guys, and the rest of you can tap us out after that half an hour and we'll head to bed over in East. That way, you ought to be able to fit seven of you to sleep here. If you still can't fit, any of you are welcome to join us."
"Works for me," Toni said. "See you in half an hour."
Patti and I teamed up to make love with Ginger, while Henry and Sandy matched with Maria. It was actually the first time Sandy had made love with either one, the closest Sandy had been to Maria was that first time when I'd made love to Maria and she'd been in the room after, but clothed.
Patti lay beside Ginger and made out with her and kissed and sucked her nipples, while I entered Ginger in the missionary position. The sighs and moans she made told me that she was close to orgasm, and I sped up trying to come at the same time. After about 20 minutes, we succeeded in a mutual orgasm.
Henry had reached the same outcome a couple of minutes before, and Sandy was on her knees with her face between Maria's legs, eating out her father's semen.
Patti matched Sandy's position, keeping her belly off the bed, and both brides had just orgasmed from that when Mom, Toni and Amber returned.
Sandy and Patti bid us goodnight, got redressed and left.
Henry and I were ready for round two, and we asked Maria and Ginger what they wanted us to do. "How do you want us, ladies?" I asked.
Maria answered, "If it were six of us, I'd say rear entry while we're in 69s, but that will leave one lady out."
"It doesn't have to," Mom said. "If two of us are on our backs, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, you can be eating out one while the other is eating you. You're just diagonal to the two of them. Now extend it to three women on their backs, and the two of you diagonal, with the men behind you, and all seven of us can be involved, with one woman's mouth and one pussy unoccupied. Think of it like a fanfold. If we switch the diagonal every couple of orgasms, everyone gets some action."
Mom, Toni and Amber lay on their backs with Mom to the left, with Maria over Mom's face but licking Toni, while Ginger was over Toni's face but licking Amber, and Henry entered Ginger from behind while I was right beside him entering Maria.
We both set a moderate pace, trying to not bash each other's hips, while the women really drove the orgasms with their oral action. The first switch had Ginger and Maria's hips go right while their faces went left and now Mom and Toni were getting eaten while Toni and Amber were eating. Every other switch, Henry and I swapped, too.
It sounds weird to describe, but it worked really well. I think I counted about 18 orgasms between the five women before my cock finally exploded and filled Ginger's box with sperm. I pulled out, and Henry was still going, finally climaxing into Maria a couple of minutes later.
That didn't slow the women down a bit, and there were another dozen orgasms before they finally called a halt. They pulled Henry and I back among them, and we settled in for sleep, Mom and Toni to my right, Maria and Ginger to my left with Henry and Amber on the other side of them.
\~\~\~\~\~
[June 29, 2016]()
Eden returned to us at the end of the month, and moved into the spare bedroom in West. She and Toni slept together the first several nights, with Sandy taking her place in the rotation of my wives between Henry and I.
\~\~\~\~\~
[July 4, 2016]()
We held a family barbecue and pool party on the 4th. We were using the party as an opportunity to introduce Eden to the families, only to have Sandy surprise everyone when the Adams and Jensen families showed up 20 minutes before the scheduled time, along with the Minneapolis branch, Mandy, Aaron, Nancy and Paula, who we got to meet for the first time, except for Henry, who said he knew Paula from college. Paula gave Henry a very warm hug, having finally connected him to the Henry she remembered from college, having conflated his name with another Henry from those years.
"What brings you all to town?" Henry asked.
Mandy answered, "Tomorrow's what we call 'Birthday Day' at Dad's house. When Dad moved to Dallas, he wasn't able to make it to Suzy's next birthday in April, so we decided to do one combined birthday party for all three of us on my birthday on July 5th, the first summer we were under the custody order. Dad's birthday is the 9th. Birthday Day became a tradition for us, that we're keeping up, even though the custody agreement is over. Dad always takes it as a day off, and Suzy got the day off from her internship, too. Mom, Nancy and Aaron took several days off to join us, and meet my prospective inlaws."
"Happy Birthday Day, then," Henry said.
Sandy said, "Mandy's going to stay in Dallas until Jeremy's born, Dad. Aaron, Paula and Nancy have to head back after the birthday party, but they'll be back closer to my due date."
When the Barnes, Cooper and Taylor families arrived, with Ginger and Maria just back from their honeymoon, I was as stunned as everyone else when Toni said, "Everyone, I've got two pieces of news. First, this is my long-lost little sister, Eden McGuire."
"Sister?" Grandma Marion asked, sharply. "She's your sister Mona's daughter, isn't she? Doesn't that make her your niece?"
"She's both my niece and my half-sister, Marion. We share the same father," Toni answered, calmly, as Marion and several others gasped. "Yes, that was incest, consensual after Mona was 18. My father was arrested for it when it came out after the birth, then was killed in jail by another inmate who assumed it meant he had molested Mona. The baby was taken away from Mona by the authorities, and ultimately adopted by the McGuires. Between losing her daughter and losing Dad, Mona killed herself."
"You've never told us that whole story, Antonia. Why now?" Grandpa Dave asked.
Toni shrugged. "Because she's here now, Dave. Eden's the only biological family I have left, and I'll be damned if I'm going to lie about who she is to me, out of any shame regarding her parentage. I've kept it a secret for her sake, but she gave me permission to reveal it. The McGuires eventually let Eden know the whole story, and finally gave her my name on her 18th birthday, back in April. She was here within two weeks, to find me, although she could only stay for the weekend, so we didn't have an opportunity to introduce her to everyone. She's here for the summer."
"Actually, sis, I hope to be here longer," Eden said, "I put off applying to college until I could find you. Since then, I have applied to several Dallas-area colleges, to start either with the Winter term, or next fall, and I'll be going to Brookhaven College in the fall, in the community college system here, to earn some credits first. I'm not going back to California until Christmas, if that's okay with you. The McGuires support me in this. They know we have a lot of time to catch up on. They'll even pay for an apartment for me, if you don't want me to live with you."
Henry said, "You can either move into the guest house, once we've moved into the new house, Eden, or take over the guest room in the main house. You're always welcome here."
Beside me, Jody muttered, "That was going to be my room."
I whispered, "You'll have a room, sis. Don't worry."
Carrie stepped forward, and told Eden, "Welcome to Dallas, Eden. I'm Carrie, Drew's cousin. And I guess you can call me Toni's niece, too, although she never did marry Uncle Dave. God, you're gorgeous."
"Carrie!" blurted Aunt Mimi. "What are you doing?"
"Falling in love at first sight, I think," Carrie answered, her eyes not leaving Eden's.
Eden responded by softly kissing Carrie, then saying, "I'm feeling it, too." They were surrounded by dropped jaws.
"What am I going to do with you, young lady?" Mimi countered.
Carrie finally broke her gaze, looked at her mom and said, "Let me live my life and love me even when you disagree with me, Mom. Exactly like you promised me when I first came out to you as a lesbian. Now, there's actually a young lady I'm interested in, make that entranced with, and you object?"
"She's family," Mimi said.
Carrie laughed. "How do you figure that, Mom? Is she a biological relative of yours, because she's certainly not related to Dad, or Toni would have been related to Uncle Dave. Even if Toni and Dave had gotten married, Eden being Dave's sister-in-law wouldn't have made her yours, so that wouldn't make her my aunt or cousin. Same applies to Aunt Tina being semi-married to Toni, for that matter."
Mimi sputtered, but didn't have an answer. Grandpa Dave broke the silence by saying, "You said you have two pieces of news, Toni. What's the other one?"
Toni smiled, and said, "I'm pregnant. The baby's due in January." Everyone congratulated Toni and Henry, nobody even questioning the parentage.
Jody came to me, and said, "You already knew there was another baby coming, didn't you? That's why you said you'd find room for me, instead of just making sure Eden took the guest house."
I said, "Yes, Toni told us the same day she found out. She waited to tell anyone else. Usually, it's customary to wait three months, but it's been two."
"How do I get a room, then? That's six kids to six bedrooms."
I answered, "In total, but Patti, Amber and I are going to be on one side of the new house, with 4 bedrooms and 4 kids, while Henry, Toni and my mom will be on the other side with 4 bedrooms and 2 kids, with kitchen, living room, dining room and an office between the two wings. So, the guest room will be on Henry's side, with Gavin and Toni's baby getting their own rooms. On my side, KJ and Tommy will eventually share a bedroom, while the girls get their own. Okay?"
"Yes, thank you, Drew," Jody said, giving me a hug.
Eden and Carrie were inseparable the rest of the day. I saw a few kisses exchanged, but mostly they were holding hands and talking endlessly, and didn't try to sneak off once. Angie didn't try to intrude too much, but looked on with an expression I knew was envy. I just couldn't tell which woman she envied, Carrie or Eden. Maybe both.
Later in the day, when I realized I hadn't seen him in a while, I asked Mom, "Where's Henry?"
Mom leaned close and whispered, "He took Paula and Nancy over to West, to get 'reacquainted'. Apparently, Paula was quite taken with Henry in their college years, but he was already committed to Tonya, after his time in the hospital. Introducing her to Steve was his way of getting her to stop flirting with him. She started right up again, today."
"Does he even know Nancy?" I whispered back.
Mom replied, "They met a couple of times, he said, when Nancy visited campus on weekends, when she was barely 18. He'll certainly know her better now." Mom's smile was a perfect expression of compersion.
Paula and Nancy returned first, and I spied a wet spot on the front of Nancy's bikini, but they both immediately jumped into the pool. Henry came back next, and kissed Mom. "That was fun," he said, softly. "Do you mind if they spend the night? They both want to get to know you and Toni better."
"We'll need to use Center and the double-queen, if we're going to fit five on a bed," Toni whispered. "We'd have trouble hiding that, if Carrie stayed the night in Eden's room. She and Eden asked Mimi for permission, but were told no, even though Carrie's old enough. Mimi played the 'while you live under my roof' card. It's clear, though, that we are going to be dealing with Carrie being around more, again, until she goes back to school."
Mom said, "It was my turn in the rotation to be with Patti and Drew, though."
"It's okay, Mom," I said. "We can just slide the rotation by one day. We weren't planning on a family night this week, anyway, since we don't have a baby sitter, so we'll get to Friday's spot in the schedule on Saturday instead."
The Taylors were going out of town the next day, so Jody wasn't available to sit the kids.
Eventually, the party wound down around sunset, and the families began to leave. Sandy left with Mandy and Aaron to stay at Steve's duplex for the birthday celebrations the next morning. It was easy to tell that Carrie left hesitantly, after a long kiss with Eden.
I realized that Eden was going to be all alone in West, if Toni, Henry and Mom were going to be with Paula and Nancy in Center. I asked her, "Do you want to spend the night in East with us? Sandy's bed is vacant tonight."
"I was going to ask, if you didn't," Eden answered. "But, will... will you make love to me, too? Carrie said you'd be a good choice for my first man. She almost asked you to be her first last summer, but didn't because you're cousins and Texas treats that as incest. California doesn't. She wound up giving it up to a guy at college last fall."
"I would be happy to make love to you, Eden. Are you on birth control, hon?"
"Yes, I've been on Depo Provera since I was 16."
Eden, Amber, Patti and I returned to East with all four kids, who had tired themselves out thoroughly in the pool, and they were quickly asleep in their cribs.
I took charge with Eden in our bedroom, teasingly undressing her, with little kisses here and there, while Patti and Amber did the same with each other.
I lay Eden in the middle of our king bed, and kissed my way up her legs until I was lapping at her delicious pussy with my tongue. Amber and Patti were on opposite sides of her, Amber kissing her and caressing her left breast, Patti suckling on the other. Eden writhed from the multiple sensations, then grunted "cumming, oh fuck, yes," as she gushed more warm fluids onto my tongue.
I kissed my way up Eden's torso, sharing a brief kiss with Patti when I reached her, then with Amber. I looked Eden in the eyes, as my cock was just parting her lower lips, and she whispered, "Take me, Drew," and I pushed inside as slowly and gently as I could.
There was barely a sense of resistance as the last of her hymen gave way, and I bottomed out in her hot tightness. Not since Jean had I been in a pussy so snug, so warm around me. She didn't know what to do with her muscles yet, but I was certain my wives wouldn't let that part of her education go unaddressed for very long.
'She is so tight she does not need the kegels anyway,' I thought, as I pulled back and slid forward again and again, gradually picking up speed. Eden's eyes had closed, as Patti and Amber both began licking at her breasts, and she moaned constantly as I fucked her.
Eden moaned, "I'm... I'm cumming! Drew, oh fuck me!" Her muscles clamped down on me of their own accord, as she began to shudder beneath me. I was forced to slow my pumping, grinding her clit at the bottom of each stroke, as she screamed in ecstasy.
I felt the tickle begin that warned me my orgasm was approaching. I tried to slow down further, to make myself last longer, but it didn't matter. She was too tight now for any stroke to be less blissful than another. I jetted my sperm into her, her eyes popping open as I grunted, another orgasm pulsing through her.
"Thank you, Drew," she panted, and I kissed her, before pulling myself out and climbing over Amber, where there was barely enough bed for me to lie on my side. My wives both kissed their way down to Eden's groin, taking turns licking my sperm out of Eden's pussy, giving me enough room to shift beside Eden and continue kissing her and caressing her breasts, as she moaned her pleasure into my mouth.
She shuddered in orgasm two more times before Patti and Amber relented, and worked their way back up the bed to kiss her mouth once more. Patti said, "There isn't going to be room for all of us to sleep in this bed, not with this belly of mine. Amber and I are going to Sandy's room, after checking on the kids. Good night, you two. See you in the morning." I kissed them both good night, tasting Eden's and my emissions on their lips.
Alone with Eden, she snuggled back into a spoon with me, and I put my left arm around her. I asked, "Was it what you expected?" but she was already asleep, and I soon followed her.
\~\~\~\~\~
[July 5, 2016]()
I woke to our alarm, with Eden still sleeping in my arms, and Patti watching us from the doorway. I slipped away from Eden, and crossed the room to kiss Patti good morning. Patti softly said, "I'd say we get ready to propose to that young lady, except I think Carrie has dibs on her."
I said, "Yeah, I know. We'll have to see how their relationship develops. It might be better to have them wind up a couple, than worry about merging her into our marriage."
Nancy and Paula had left early, for the Jensen Birthday Day breakfast, so I didn't get to see them again that trip.
The rest of the family came over to East for breakfast, while the babies kept on sleeping. Eden went straight to Toni, and whispered in her ear. Toni's eyes met mine, and she mouthed "Thank you," then hugged Eden close. I guessed I got a good report card from Eden.
"Do you want to watch the kids here, Toni, or do we need to bring them over to West?" Amber asked.
"I was expecting to watch them here, so I brought my laptop over," Toni answered.
Carrie showed up at the door around the time five of us were leaving for work, with a big grin on her face, matched by the one on Eden's when she saw my cousin come through the door. I wondered how much help they were really going to be to Toni, not that they were obligated to be any.
\~\~\~\~\~
At work, I overheard J.D., one of the interns, ask Danny, the other intern, where Suzy was. I interjected, "She has the day off, for a family birthday celebration. Her sister's birthday is today, but Suzy, her sister and dad celebrate their three birthdays together every year, even though Suzy's is in April. Something that developed after their parents divorced and the girls only visited him for the month of July."
"How would you know all that, Drew? Did you know Suzy before she started working here?" Danny asked.
"I actually met her for the first time the same day you guys did. But, it turns out there are several connections between our families. Her dad dated my mom almost three years ago and went to college with my stepdad, who was the next to date her, without knowing it. And their daughters, Suzy's sister and my step-sister, who are attending the same college, wound up as roommates. Their whole family attended our barbecue yesterday, which is when I heard about the whole birthday thing."
"Wow, that's a crazy set of coincidences," J.D. said.
"My family seems to attract them," I said, before heading on to my cubicle, thinking, 'and they're attractive coincidences, too.'
\~\~\~\~\~
Carrie was still at the house when I got home, playing with KJ and Kyra, while Eden kept Sharon and Gavin entertained. Toni gave me a pair of raised eyebrows when I looked her way, sitting on the couch studying.
Carrie walked up to me and put both arms over my shoulders, saying, "I've decided I don't care any more that you're my cousin. If you were single and we wanted to marry, we could go to another state to get married where it's legal, and Texas would honor that marriage. Of course, you're already married, and that's not really what I want."
"What is?" I asked. "I think I can guess, but I need to hear you say it."
"Will you make love to me and Eden together, sometime soon? Not right now, but when Eden and I are ready to make love to each other?" Then she kissed me for the first time like a lover would.
I gave in to the kiss easily, but when we parted, I said, "Are you sure about this, Carrie? Without that marriage license, it's illegal in this state. If your parents found out, they could make some trouble for both of us. I don't think Patti and Amber are going to mind us being together, but you need to be sure."
"I know how to keep secrets, Drew," she said. "My parents won't find out."
Eden walked up to us, and kissed me next, then Carrie. When they parted, Eden said, "Henry said I could move into the guest house when you move into the new house. Do you think it would be okay if Carrie moved in with me, if we're ready for that before she goes back to school?"
I turned to Carrie, and asked, "What's your mom going to think about that, Carrie? You certainly can't keep that a secret."
"Why does she get a say?" she asked. "I'm 19."
"Are you paying your own tuition, or are your parents?" I asked, causing a frown. "That gives them quite a bit of leverage over you at least until that last payment is made. Patti and I were a couple from Freshman year, yet we didn't officially live with each other before the wedding, except at school, because her parents disapproved and were paying her tuition. We didn't have the resources to just tell them to pound sand, so we went along with it. Besides, we'll only be in the new house for a few weeks before you have to leave for your school. If you can get your parents' okay, you'll have ours. But not until then, and next summer might be an easier sell, when you've proven that your relationship with Eden survives being long-distance, not that Houston is all that far. Visit us as much as they'll let you, but don't move in without their permission or until you graduate."
She thought a while, then said, "I can live with that, Drew. Thanks."
The rest of the family arrived home shortly after that, and Carrie gave hugs to all of them after they agreed to my conditions for Carrie moving in. After dinner, she headed home.
I turned to Eden, and asked, "Clearly, Carrie knows you've made love to me, Patti and Amber. She figured out about Amber and Sandy's incest last summer. How much more does she know? Does she know you've made love with Toni? Or about the other incest between my mom and me, and Henry, Sandy and Amber?"
"No, Drew, I promised you all I wouldn't tell," she said. "She only knows that Toni is aware that I've had sex with you, Patti and Amber and is okay with it. Carrie never even mentioned Amber and Sandy being lovers, if you're worried about her keeping a secret. She only mentioned that she had encounters with Patti and Sandy last year, and when she felt herself getting attracted to you, she put distance between you, but now she's reconsidered."
\~\~\~\~\~
[July 23, 2016]()
Almost three weeks since I've entered anything into the journal, my days seem to keep getting busier between work and the kids.
We had decided that Eden needed a car of her own, and gave her Patti's five year old Beetle about mid-month. With two more babies on the way, the six-seat Mazda 5 that we bought as one of the family vehicles was no longer going to cut it to transport all of the kids at once, so we traded that in and bought two Honda Odysseys, which seat 8, and we still had the 12-seat Sprinter. I didn't want to let go of the Mustang, because it had belonged to Dad, but knew I would probably have to do it, eventually.
This morning, Carrie and Eden came to collect on my promise. Before this, Carrie and Eden spent every day together, sometimes helping Toni, some days hanging out at the pool, other times showing Eden around the Dallas/Fort Worth area, occasionally with Angie tagging along. Some nights they had dinner with us, the rest with Mimi, Tony and Angie, Tony sometimes dropping Eden home if she hadn't been the one driving. From the brief conversations I had with him when I was over at West when he dropped her off, Eden had already charmed them, but I didn't get the sense that having Carrie move in with her was going to fly.
Eden hadn't made love with Patti, Amber or me again, but had spent two nights with Henry, Toni and Mom, when it was their turn to be together. Otherwise, she slept alone. They told me on Thursday that they wanted my time on Saturday morning.
Mom and Toni had been my Friday night partners, and the kids were all already over at West when they kissed me good morning before leaving me home alone at East. I grabbed a shower and shaved. It felt just like I was getting ready for a date. Which I guess it was, just with my cousin and sister-in-love.
Eden and Carrie let themselves in through the back entrance earlier than I was expecting them, and I was still in the master bathroom, wearing just a towel around my waist and wiping the last of the shaving cream away, when a pair of arms slipped under my arms to grasp my chest and hug me from behind. "Guess who?" Carrie asked in my left ear.
She wasn't trying to cover my eyes, so a quick glance at the mirror confirmed her identity, with Eden smirking from the doorway behind her. "The tooth fairy?" I joked.
I was answered by pinches to both of my nipples. "Try again, mister."
I grabbed her left hand, and spun out of her grasp, losing the towel in the process. I pulled her back into my arms, and kissed her before she could say another word. My cock rose to full hardness before I let our lips part. "Hi, cuz," I said, as she panted.
I took a couple of steps to Eden, joked, "Morning, auntie," and planted the same level of kiss on her lips as well.
"How do you figure I'm your aunt?" Eden asked.
"Toni not only dated my uncle to make me think of her as my aunt, but she's basically married to my Mom, making her my step-mom. Since you're her sister, that makes you my aunt, too. At least today, when I'm making love to family." I couldn't bring up being her brother-in-love without revealing my marriage to Mom, which Carrie didn't know about. I kissed her again.
I felt Carrie's hands caressing my buttocks. Eden's right hand journeyed from my face down to lightly grasp my cock. I asked, "Are we going to do this right here, or in bed?"
Eden looked over my shoulder, before they said, "Bed," in unison. I took them both by the hand, and walked from the bathroom over to the bed, my cock bobbing in front of me, while they were both in tank tops and shorts, that I expected had no undergarments under them.
It took only seconds to confirm that, as I pulled the shorts down and shirts up, getting them as naked as I was. Carrie's tits were remarkable, the areola puffy and pink, with smaller pointed nipples. The contrast to Eden's smaller boobs with darker areola was offset by Eden's larger nipples. I bent my head to sample each girl's chest, holding them both close to me. I sucked Carrie's entire areola into my mouth, while I nibbled at Eden's nipples. They were both purring.
Taking them both by hand again, we knee-walked onto the bed, and I spun around onto my back between them. "I'm all yours, girls. Who wants to do what first?"
Carrie answered, "Neither one of us has ever given a blow job, and we kind of wanted to learn on you together. We asked Patti and Amber for tips, so I hope you're not too disappointed."
"I'm sure you'll do great," I said.
They did even better than I expected. They poured love into my cock, from kisses to licks to sucking my balls while the other took me into her mouth. Their technique wasn't perfect, but their enthusiasm overcame that. Pleasure made me lose track of which girl was doing what, and I lost my mind when I felt my cock slip into one of their throats. Deep throating on their first try? Oh my god. My first orgasm of the day burst forth and I nearly blacked out with its intensity.
When I regained awareness of my name, they were trading my cum back and forth in kisses while leaning over my legs, and I didn't even know who I'd shot it into, not that I really needed to know. "Oh, my god," I said, panting. "Those must have been some tips. If this is the two of you as beginners, you're going to blow men's minds for the rest of your lives."
My cock got hard again, just watching them continue to kiss, and caress each other's breasts. They finally noticed, and Eden came and crouched over my face, allowing me to watch while Carrie climbed over my groin, facing us. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock. Not as tight as Eden, but snug enough that she had to stretch around me, moaning, "Drew, you feel incredible in me," and we both grunted when she hit bottom. She rose up about three inches, and dropped down again.
I pulled down on Eden's hips, and brought her pussy down to my tongue, then to my lips, and I tried to return just as much love into her as they had lavished on my cock.
The girls leaned towards each other, to resume kissing and caressing their breasts. I slipped a finger of my right hand into Eden's vagina, seeking her gspot, and my left hand went to stroke Carrie's clit, only to find Eden's hand already there, so I just placed it on Carrie's hip as she rose and fell.
I felt Eden start to cum even before I heard her scream my name. Carrie increased her pace, and I started to thrust harder into her, and she came as well, her walls rippling around me, and my second orgasm pulsed out of me.
The girls climbed off of me, and immediately settled into a 69 next to me, their first together, with Eden on top. I looked on as I recovered, and once I was hard again I crouched behind Eden and slid into her, displacing Carrie's tongue, which slid along my length to start licking my balls, then returned to Eden's clit.
I took hold of Eden's hips, and started thrusting fast and hard, confident that I would last a long time after two orgasms already. She screamed, "Fuck, fuck, that's amazing, don't stop!"
"Never, baby," mumbled Carrie, from below me.
I wasn't sure if Eden had been talking to me or Carrie, and in the moment, didn't much care. I didn't want to stop, either.
Twenty minutes later, and I think five orgasms by Eden and four by Carrie, we were all getting winded. I finally came one more time, gushing five strong streams of cum into Eden, as she grunted with every thrust and exploded one more time, nearly freezing me in place as her pussy clamped like a vice.
I collapsed to my right, and Eden slid off of Carrie to the left, and we lay on our backs, breathless.
Carrie said, "Is that how you are every time with Patti and Amber? I think you might have spoiled us for any other guy, Drew."
I answered, "The kids don't always allow us the luxury of that much time at night. We try our best to find times when Toni will watch all the kids for us, to have nights like that, maybe better. Not to put you down, but you're both still pretty new to sex. You haven't had that many male partners to say that I'm the best you'll ever have. It's a huge stroke to the ego to hear that, I just don't know that it's realistic. When you find a guy who is the one for you, you'll know it. Or maybe that will be the girl for you, and you've already found her?"
They both blushed at that, but didn't say anything, just turned to kiss each other.
We got up, cleaned up, then joined the rest of the family over at West for lunch.
\~\~\~\~\~
[July 30, 2016]()
The house is behind schedule, but the contractor thinks it should be only by another week.
Packing proceeded anyway. We actually emptied Center already, either moving its contents to the guest house or the storage space in the refurbished barn. As a result, one of the things in storage was the double-queen bed, ruling out a "family night" this week. Sandy continued staying at the Jensen house, and a lot of her bedroom was packed up and stored for her eventual move to Minneapolis.
The romance between Carrie and Eden continued, but they didn't pursue a repeat performance with me. Eden was back to sleeping alone except for one night she shared with Toni. Since my Uncle Tony wasn't bashing my head in, I assumed Carrie had kept quiet. This particular night, they were out at the movies together.
The kids' language skills kept improving, and they were climbing all over everything, which made having large piles of packed boxes waiting to be moved into a delight for them, and a frightful situation for us parents. It was about time to start toilet training, but we decided to hold off until we'd moved. We opted to have them spend the whole weekend with the Taylors, so they weren't underfoot.
With three weeks until her due date, Patti was uncomfortable and a bit crabby, but nothing that an extended backrub and a couple of orgasms didn't cure. She decided to accompany the kids over to her parents, because she wasn't much help in packing.
After we had made three runs to the barn, getting a lot of those boxes stored and ready to be moved into the house once we were okay to do so, we headed home and greeted Maria and Ginger at the house.
We couldn't do a repeat of their wedding night, but split instead into a quad and triad and used the two bedrooms in East, where Sandy's bed hadn't been moved, yet. I was matched with Maria and Mom and they brought me so much bliss that I accidentally called Maria "Mom", which only made us all laugh, since it brought us full circle. In that moment, I felt they were both my Mom, Maria helping to bring me to life by letting Dad go all those years ago. I kept my mouth shut about that, though, not wanting to push that button between them again.
I fell peacefully to sleep between the two of them, though.
\~\~\~\~\~
[Up next: Life in the new house takes several unexpected turns.]() |
Bed of Rose's | 54,466 | 4.75 | 283,797 | [
"first love",
"older woman",
"younger man",
"milf"
] | *This is my interpretation of the song by the Statler Brothers titled Bed of Roses. Maybe it is not what the song intended, but this is mine. I hope you enjoy it.
As always, edited by Angel Love*
\*
I went down into the dark basement, looking around as I descended. I never liked it down here. It was scary and it freaked me out, but I had a job to do. I stepped onto the concrete floor and moved quickly to the stack of boxes in the corner. I didn't turn on the light since I knew exactly where to look. I reached around behind the biggest one and felt for the bag I knew was there, I fully expected a big rat to bite my fingers but it didn't happen. I felt the bag with relief and pulled it out. I dropped the two dollars Mrs. Johnson had given me for cleaning out her garage into the bag, twisted the top closed again and stuffed it back into its hiding place.
Back upstairs, I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall, noting it was almost six o'clock and knew that mom and dad would probably not be back until late. Probably drunk again as usual but that was OK since it meant he would ignore me. If he was drunk enough, I could probably make it through the next morning without getting smacked around. Maybe, if I was lucky. I wanted to go back down and count my money but I was afraid that he would come home unexpectedly and catch me down there. If he did, he would find my stash.
I watched TV till bedtime and then crawled onto the foldout cot that served as my bed. I pulled the covers over my head and said a silent prayer that this time it would be OK and he wouldn't come in. I fell asleep and didn't wake when they came home, both falling down drunk. But it was OK since he was thankfully too drunk to come at me. At least he must have been since he left me alone.
The next day was a bad one. Dad was angry about something he said mom did last night and they fought and yelled at each other until mom finally screamed at him and ran out of the house. I heard the car pull out and then nothing. I was sitting on the steps out in back when he came out. He yelled at me and grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me into the house. He was screaming about dinner and wanted to know why I hadn't fixed him something to eat. I didn't know how to cook and I told him that, but he didn't buy it. When I again refused, he smacked me across the mouth and then kicked me when I fell to the floor. It hurt like hell and I began to cry. That made him more angry and he kicked me again. It went on for what seemed like hours but eventually he stormed out of the house and I heard the truck leave.
When I finally pulled myself up off the floor, I decided then and there that I had enough. I was bruised, hurting where he had kicked me and bleeding from the nose where he slapped me. I had enough! No more! I made up my mind right then and there and went downstairs to my hiding place. I pulled out the bag, not caring about the rats waiting to bite me and took my bag and went back upstairs. I pulled out all of the money and counted it. $67.45, enough for the bus ticket out of here. I was twelve years old, smart enough for my age and fed up with being smacked around by a drunk. Mom wouldn't say anything to stop him because he would smack her around if she did. Well, OK, I was gone!
My bus ticket in hand, I boarded the huge Greyhound bound for anywhere but here. I sat by the window and watched carefully to see if he would show up. I thought I saw him several times but it wasn't him. I was getting away! He couldn't find me if I left and I would be safe. I held my breath as the doors closed with a hiss and the breaks released with a clicking, clanking sound and the bus began to move. I was on my way to safety. Away from both of them. I was only twelve, but I was on my own.
We left Wichita, Kansas heading south. My ticket would take me to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma but I didn't plan on going that far. I wanted mainly to get out of town so they couldn't find me or know where I went. So, I settled in and watched as the bus drove out of the city and into the surrounding openness. It was about an hour later when the bus stopped at a small roadside rest stop and I got out. I looked around, saw a fair sized road leading east and west and made my decision. This was it. This was where I got off. I had only my small duffel bag so I took it with me, pretending on going to the bathroom, then sneaking off to the back of the stop into a stand of trees. I settled down there to wait until the bus left again. It was twenty minutes later when I moved back to the rest stop and went in for supplies.
Fortified with five packages of cheese crackers and a carton of orange juice, I moved to the side of the road and began hitchhiking. I stood there for only fifteen minutes or so before a pickup truck stopped. The man asked me where I was going and I just said east, so he beckoned me into the back and we were off. I was going farther away by the minute and as I did, I felt more and more safe and happy. I leaned back against the cab of the truck and looked around at my new surroundings.
Stillwater. That was where I stopped to make my new home. It was a small town of about 70,000 and it was just what I wanted. I wandered around until I found a small suburb that seemed just right. It had a couple of strip malls and some individual stores that were perfect for what I wanted. I found an empty old wooden building, back off the street, that served as a hiding place for stray dogs and cats and moved in. I scraped a clear space for myself and decided on what I would need. A couple of blankets, a nice deep box with a top, and some more food. I could steal what I needed and did so over the next two days. By the end of the third day, I was set. A place to sleep, plenty of places to swipe what I needed and some store backs with trash that would yield some real treasures. Not too different from what I had come to depend on back in Wichita. Drunk parents don't do much shopping and a fridge full of beer is a poor meal.
I became known around the little community where I settled and a lot of folks didn't like me being there. A lot of them would yell at me when they saw me, the shop owners would shoo me out when I came in and in general they considered me a pest. Several times, I saw cop cars driving around slowly, probably looking for me but I was too small and I could hide when I spotted them. I lived this way for about six months before noticing this beautiful woman who came into my favorite store every Wednesday morning without fail. I watched her for a couple of weeks before venturing in the store when she was there.
As I sidled close to the counter while she was waiting for her purchases to be totaled, I heard the clerk, a young man named Henry, call her Miss Rose. He seemed very nervous around her and I wondered why. She was tall, very long blonde hair, a voice that reminded me of a church choir and she smelled so very nice. I watched her as she picked up her bag and started out of the store. Just as she was about to walk out the door, she turned, looked right at me and said, "Would you like to help me with this bag?" I was struck dumb! How had she noticed me? I was too cool to be caught by someone like her, and anyway, she was too fine for someone like me. But she was looking right at me! I had no choice but to nod my head and run after her. Out the door and down the street, her leading and me following. We reached a very nice truck. One with all the fancy trimmings and she beckoned me to her. I went like a dumbstruck kid without a mind of his own. Maybe I was being led to the slaughter but at the time, I didn't care. I would have followed her anywhere. She smiled at me, making my legs buckle, and just pointed to the back of the truck. I climbed up and sat back against the cab. She put the bag of groceries right next to me, telling me to hold on tight and we left.
We drove out of the little suburb, down a back road where she turned off onto a gravel drive. It wound around a little clump of evergreens and on the other side I saw this big old house. It looked grand to me. Big columns like you see sometimes in pictures and a whole lot of windows, all with white lacy curtains blowing with the breezes. They were all open. She pulled around to the back and parked next to the large back porch. I hopped out and grabbed the bag of groceries ready to follow her inside. She never looked back but went straight to the back door and inside. As I got to the door, she pushed it open and held it for me.
Inside was a huge kitchen with lots of cabinets and a huge old stove that was bigger than any I had ever seen. She told me to put the bag down on one of the counters and I did as she instructed. I had to lift it very high since the counters were almost too tall for me to reach. But I got it safely on the counter and then stood back, my hands behind my back, waiting. I hoped she would give me a dollar for helping her but I did worry a little about hitch hiking back to where my things were. If I left now, I could get there in plenty of time, before it got dark.
Instead, she had me sit down at the table and without a word, she fixed me a sandwich of real meat and a glass of ice cold milk. It was the best meal I had since way before I ran away. Like I said, drunks don't do a lot of shopping. As I ate, she put away the groceries and then taking a cup of coffee, she sat down across from me and watched me finish that glorious sandwich.
"My name is Rose. What's yours?"
I told her my name was Richard Wallace Bing and I was twelve years and three months old. I didn't tell her where I was from but did tell her I lived close to the store. She listened, nodded her head like she believed me and just watched me finish the sandwich and milk.
"Why don't you tell me the real reason you're running the streets with no one to take care of you. And don't you lie to me. I gave you some food and a glass of milk so you owe me at least the truth. I promise I won't turn you in or anything like that."
There was something about Miss Rose that got to me. I just found myself wanting to tell her everything and before I had any sense, I did just that. I told her all of it. I told her about my drunken parents, my dad smacking me around, my mom looking the other way, me catching the bus and hitch hiking from the interstate to here and then finding the old building to live in. She listened so carefully to everything I told her, asking a few questions when I wasn't too clear and then just nodding and letting me talk. I spilled my guts to her and somehow felt much better afterwards. Something about Miss Rose made me want to trust her. I had done it and now I could only wait for her to do something.
"That's a very sad story Richard Wallace. I do believe it is one of the saddest stories I have heard for a very long time. I need to think on it now. But I don't think that old building is a good place for you to stay. I have an idea. Follow me."
Miss Rose took me down a long hall leading toward the back of that grand old house and she opened the door to a large room with big windows that was full up with boxes full of who knows what. It seemed that it was just junk that had been collecting for years, or at least that's what she told me. She asked me right out if I thought I could get those boxes moved out of that room and piled in the back of her truck. When I told her yes, for sure, thinking that she would surely give me at least two or three dollars for all that, she hit me with the first of those priceless gifts she was to give me over the coming years.
"If you can get this room empty of this junk, I think it would be a perfect room for a boy your age to spread out in. We can find a few things, like a bed and maybe a chest of drawers that would be a nice addition. How about that, Richard Wallace?"
Well, you can believe that I got all those boxes out of that room in no time. I was very careful not to scratch her fancy truck but I got them all in, along with a few other odd pieces of furniture I found buried under those boxes. By day's end, the room was empty and I was standing in the middle of it, just looking around, the light from those wonderful big windows shining on me and making me feel like a King in his castle. I was lost in the wonder of it when I heard a voice behind me.
"Well, well. What have we here? Looks like a little man to me. What do you think girls?"
I tuned to find three women, dressed in what looked like see-through nighties and robes looking at my new room. They were all very beautiful and their faces were made up like they were ready to go out for the evening, none of which made any sense if they were ready for bed.
"You girls get! This is Richard Wallace and he is off limits to you. Make no mistake, he is a guest in this house and he is working for me. Isn't that right Richard Wallace?"
It was Miss Rose and the girls all acted like she was their boss. They all curtsied to her and moved back from the door. Miss Rose watched them go and turned to me. She looked at the room and smiled that wonderful smile of hers.
"A very nice job, Richard Wallace. A very nice job, indeed. Let's take a ride and get rid of those boxes and pick up the rest of your things. I do have to get back before it gets dark."
We drove back into the center where the vacant house was and I ran in quickly to grab my few things. One look around and I said goodbye and good riddance. I piled my stuff in the truck and climbed in beside her. She drove down the block and pulled into an alley and around behind a big brick building. She went inside for a minute and returned with two very big men. They moved to the back of the truck and began to unload those boxes I had moved. I quickly grabbed my stuff and protected it from their efforts and within no time at all, the truck was empty. After Miss Rose spoke to the two men and then waved goodbye, we drove back to the house and to my new home.
I was to find out later, that the day Miss Rose took me under her wing was a Wednesday, and Wednesday's were one of the two days a week she didn't open for business. The other was Sunday, of course. I also found out later that Miss Rose owned and operated a bordello, or a whore house as it was commonly known around Stillwater. She had seven ladies working for her and I had already seen three of them.
on the phone
I started to go with her every Wednesday to the store and to do other chores that she saved for that day. In return, Miss Rose began to find little pieces of furniture for my room and she made sure I took meals three times a day. Miss Rose never cooked but there was a little lady who did. Her name was Ling Li and she was Chinese or something and she was a very good cook. She also worked for Miss Rose in the evenings only. There was another woman there who started to work with me on my schooling. Not that I wanted that, but Miss Rose insisted. The lady, Veronica, seemed to enjoy it and I had to admit, she made me work hard. I learned more than if I had stayed in school.
As time passed, I grew bigger and stronger and learned a lot from Veronica. She gave me some books on home repair and she suggested I learn what I could since Miss Rose thought it would be good if I could do some of the repairs around the house. I did and became quite good at most things. The older I got, the more I learned. Miss Rose once told me that the house had never been in such good repair in years. I was pleased since all I ever wanted to do was make Miss Rose proud of me. I loved Miss Rose.
I learned the names of all the girls who worked for Miss Rose. There was Veronica or Ronny, Ling Li or Lee, Pamela or Pammy, Judith or Bunny, Janet or Candy, Alice or April, Ruth or Robin and Miss Rose herself. All the girls had their second name which they used at the house. I learned their real names during the time I lived there. I later found out why they had two names. Funny thing was that Miss Rose was just known as Miss Rose.
While I eventually found out what the girls actually did at the house, I was never allowed to enter those rooms or go out to the main house during the times they were 'open for business'. That was Miss Rose's rule and there were no exceptions. Any girl who broke that rule would be fired on the spot, no questions asked. Miss Rose told me that too, just so I would know that someone would pay if I broke the rule by myself. I never did.
The other thing I learned was that when Miss Rose and I went into town to do the shopping, nobody would speak to her unless it was for business purposes. Like the young clerk the first time I saw her. If she was walking down the street, people would step off the curb or cross the street rather than meet her. She often spoke to someone she saw but they would never return her greetings. I wondered about it for the first several years but then later, figured it out on my own. It was both shame on the part of some of the men folk and anger or envy from the women. Miss Rose didn't seem to mind but she was always very quiet on the way back from those trips.
On my sixteenth birthday, Miss Rose called me into her room. I had never been there before, even for a visit. It was a Sunday and the bordello was closed to business. I went with my heart in my mouth, fearing that I had done something to displease Miss Rose. She was sitting in a high backed chair next to the huge fireplace. There were plants and stuff in the fireplace so I guessed it didn't work. I wondered for a minute if she wanted me to fix it for her. I looked around that room and it was something to see. The ceiling was almost ten foot high and was covered with metal. It was brass and it shone bright as day. The walls were papered with a wallpaper that was almost like velvet. I knew because I actually felt it with one hand when I entered. The floor had this deep, red plush carpet that felt like you sank at least a foot deep into it. The windows were floor to ceiling almost and had heavy drapes that looked like rugs. In the middle of the room was the bed.
The bed. That's all I can say. It was the biggest thing I had ever seen, at least two or three body lengths wide and so high there was a three step platform on one side. The headboard was massive and made of a dark wood, polished to a shine. The comforter was special made because it was all one piece and covered the bed from head to foot. The pillows were big and there must have been ten of them across the head. There was a big rug behind the bed on the wall and it showed a picture of a young woman, nude, laying on a carpet of flowers. I guess it was knitted right into the rug. The whole thing was breathtaking. Even to a 16-year-old.
I stood there, made unable to speak by that room and that bed. I just stared at it like a stupid person. Miss Rose watched me with a smile on her face and gave me time for it all to sink in. Then she spoke to me as she always did; quietly, with a little laugh in her voice.
"You are sixteen today and it's time you learned to drive. I don't need to make so many trips into town now that you can go on your own. Judith will begin teaching you today. You will use my truck, so see that you don't cause me any grief by banging into something with it. Do you understand Richard Wallace?"
I was speechless, as I often was with Miss Rose so I just nodded my understanding. I was overjoyed of course. I loved that truck and I had watched Miss Rose drive it and I knew I was going to be able to do it myself with a little help. Judith and I started that day as promised and within three weeks, she determined I was ready to get my permit. We drove into the DMV on a Wednesday and I had it. I drove back legal like. We studied for the test and I got my license a month later. I could drive!
From then on, I did most of the shopping and other things that required driving. It was a ball for me, both driving that wonderful truck with all the power equipment and the bells and whistles but more so since I could see more things while I was in town. I took to going places a different route each time I went. Soon, I knew the whole area like I knew the back of my hand. But, I never stayed long. I wanted to get back to the house and my studies. I had found a new love; learning. I couldn't get enough and Veronica encouraged me. She got whatever books I needed and finally got me a library card that I could use to get whatever I wanted. I studied, everything I could.
The next two years passed uneventfully. I studied, did the shopping and ran errands, worked around the house to fix and repair and install whenever necessary and avoided the main house during working hours. I had the normal curiosity of a growing boy but the house and the ladies in it were off limits. Since I had no friends of my own outside the house, I had my imagination, some books I bought when I was in town, and privacy to satisfy most of the basic urges. Since I knew what Miss Rose did, I wondered a lot about her but never said anything. The other ladies of the house knew that I was not to be tempted by them.
My future was settled one day as I was sitting in my room, reading a book on Italy, written by a man who made his living traveling and writing about the places he went to. He was describing Rome, and his descriptions woke a desire in me to see all of those places. Why couldn't I travel and do those things? All it took was a desire to go, the willingness to work for passage, and patience. He said so in the book. I would be eighteen in just a few days and I knew that I had to decide what I was going to do with the rest of my life. As an adult, I no longer had to worry about my worthless parents. I would be free to do anything and go wherever I wanted.
I thought about Miss Rose. While I loved her without limit, she was not for me. She was older and she had her business and her house. I couldn't continue to live off her so I needed to leave. I would tell her when I was eighteen. Then it would be time to leave. I wasn't looking forward to that part of it, but I was restless. I needed to go.
At no time did I ever think about my natural parents. When I walked out of that house with my $67.45 and bought that bus ticket, I said goodbye forever to those worthless drunks. They brought me into the world but they turned their backs on me soon afterwards. Miss Rose was more a parent to me than those two drunks and the ladies that worked in that house were more of a family to me than any of my real biological relations. I had no desire to ever go back. Years later, that hadn't changed.
On my eighteenth birthday, Miss Rose had a party for me. She closed the house down for that afternoon and we had a big get-together. There were decorations, made by the ladies, a huge meal fixed by Ling Li, party favors from town, and each of the ladies gave me a small present. I got socks, shirts, some underwear, a new power drill and some other small tools that I always seemed to be losing. It was just like a family. My family. Miss Rose watched and laughed at our jokes and she seemed to be happy, just waiting in the background. The party lasted till late in the afternoon when Miss Rose finally told the ladies that they had a schedule to keep. We finished up by carrying our plates and trash to the kitchen and helping Ling get things put away. They went to their rooms to get ready for that evening.
Each of the ladies stopped in to again wish me a happy birthday before they left. They were all dressed for a party and when I asked, they told me that they were going out to Harry Winston's house. He was having a bunch of his male friends over for a barbecue and some fun. I gathered the ladies were the fun. Each gave me a kiss on the cheek, a warm hug and all had a word to whisper in my ear. The one that gave me the most problem was from Alice, the one everyone knew as April. She was also the one that taught me Spanish when I decided I needed a second language.
Her words were, "I wish it were me tonight." That's all. No hint of what she meant, just a warm hug, the whispered words and then she was gone.
The ladies all went out the back and into a long, stretch limo that was waiting. Miss Rose spoke to the driver and then the limo left, taking the ladies to Harry's party. I watched as they disappeared down the long drive and then, turned to go back in with Miss Rose. I asked her then why she was not going with them. She smiled at me, rubbed my arm with that carefully manicured hand and said that she had a present for me. She wanted to be alone when she gave it to me. I was surprised since I assumed that the dinner we had and the presents that the girls all gave me was my birthday. I noticed that Miss Rose hadn't given me anything but I didn't care. She had given me my life six years ago when a little kid, running from home had followed her out to her truck and into a new world. I would be forever grateful for that. She owed me nothing more.
"Please sit down Richard Wallace. I have some things to show you before I give you my personal present."
She waited till I had pulled up a chair and sat across from her in the lobby of her home. This was the room where 'guests' were welcomed during business hours. It was only the second or third time I had been in that room, but as I looked around, I saw it was as beautiful as the rest of the house.
"When you came to live with me just over six years ago, I intended only to give you a place to stay for a while until I could decide what to do with you. But, that little while turned into six wonderful years. I have enjoyed your being here and I hope you have too."
"When I decided to let you stay, I thought it only fair to begin to give you an allowance to compensate for the chores that you did around the house. Over the years, I continued to do that, putting the money aside in an account at Mr. Jones' bank. I instructed him to invest that money to your best advantage. You have an account there in your name for just more than $25,000. Mr. Jones did a fine job, so it's more than just the allowance. That money is yours."
I was shocked. She had given me a home, an education, all the things I needed or asked for. She had provided my clothes, my food. Everything I had was hers. Money?
"In addition, you know Mr. Edwards, from Edwards Used Car Lot? He has kindly provided me with a new car, a very nice one so my truck is now yours. I had the title transferred into your name."
I sat there, tears of gratitude running down my face. This woman, a woman who was scorned and despised by so many in public, someone most would not care to admit to knowing, this woman who provided a service that many prominent men took advantage of while publicly decrying her existence, brought me to tears by her kindness and generosity. I wept unashamedly at her feet. She placed her hand on my head and just waited. "You may not know this Richard Wallace, but you have given me far more than I give you. You've shown me love, respect and friendship when so many others show me nothing but contempt. I love you as the son I never had Richard Wallace, and bless the day you came into my life."
I stood and she took me into her arms. She held me as my tears began to slow. I loved this woman beyond measure and I wanted the words to tell her, but my throat closed each time I tried to speak. She didn't seem to care, just holding me and rocking me until I quieted. She pushed me back and looked deep into my eyes.
"There is one more gift I have to give you. This one is for you and you alone. What I will give you is something I have never given anyone else. Come with me."
She took me by the hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom. For the second time in my time at Miss Rose's, I looked at that bed. As I looked my fill, Miss Rose closed and locked the door behind us. She took my hand again and led me to that bed. I looked at her in wonder as what she intended came clear to me.
"What I will give you now is what you should know as a man. How to please the woman you love, how to pleasure her as she pleasures you and to know when to be patient and when to be forceful, when to rush and when to slow. How to be the man that women want to be with. All of this you will know this night. What I give you, I give with love, something I never gave to any other man."
I did learn to be a man that night. Rose showed me all. She took me by the hand and led me down the path of knowledge, the knowledge that only she could share. I think she changed my life that night. I know that over the following years, I had many women for a short time but all treasured the time they spent with me and none regretted it later. I learned to love what a woman was and to show her that love in return.
We spent the night together and in the morning, I told her I was leaving. She simply smiled at me and told me she knew. That's why she had given me her present the night before. I drove away later that day with all of the ladies waving goodbye as I drove my new truck down the drive and away toward my future. There were tears in my eyes as the house disappeared in my rear view mirror. I was leaving my childhood behind and driving forward into an uncertain adulthood.
Epilogue
It had been nine years since I drove away from Miss Rose. Nine years that saw me realize my dream of being a travel writer. I had written and published five books on Italy, Venice and Rome itself. All were very successful and I now had open contracts with several travel magazines who would gratefully accept articles I submitted just to continue to maintain my lifestyle. I often heard from Miss Veronica, my instructor and the one who got me started writing. I sent her the drafts for her comments and she always responded. I acknowledged her in all my books as my colleague. She always protested but I think she was really pleased. I met and married a lovely Italian girl named Lara. She was two years my senior but we shared a love of travel and she accompanied me on all my trips. We were married in Rome so it was not possible for the ladies to be there. I wanted to ask Miss Rose but she declined, saying she was too busy. I thought that to be a fabrication but never asked why. My daughter was born a year later and she was now almost two years old.
It did not come as a shock then, when I received a telegram from Pamela, or Pammy as she was known. Pamela was the oldest and the one that had been with Miss Rose the longest. She told me that Miss Rose had cancer and was not expected to live more than a few months. She suggested I might come home to see her. I did not hesitate. I told my wife, who said that she would come with me. I knew she would feel that way since I had told her of my youth and all about the ladies and Miss Rose. We decided to take Contessa, my daughter with us.
The trip was long but we didn't stop to rest. Once we landed, I drove directly to the house and pulled around the back as I always had. I saw Pamela and Veronica waiting at the door. I got out, helped my wife get my daughter from the seat carrier and we entered the kitchen where Ling Li had taught me to cook. She was standing there, with tears in her eyes as she saw Lara and Contessa. It was a time for greetings and happy welcomes and we all spoke at once, old friends and new, reunited. There were many new faces and all had to be introduced to me and my family. Only those three, Ling LI, Veronica and Pamela remained from the original ladies. And Miss Rose.
Once we had completed the welcoming committee, Pamela drew me aside and told me of Miss Rose. She wanted me prepared when I saw her for the first time. It was not good news and Miss Rose was failing fast. Pamela suggested I take Lara and Contessa in with me and then spend a few minutes alone with her. I agreed.
When we entered the room, I watched Lara's face. She had the same look I did when I first saw Miss Rose's bedroom. I smiled with the joy of it before looking toward that bed. In the middle, surrounded with all those pillows, lay Miss Rose. She was still beautiful to me, although the ravages of the cancer had drawn her face. She was smiling as we entered and her strong voice called to me.
"Come closer Richard Wallace and let me see your face. And who do you have with you? Come closer."
I took Lara by the hand and led her and Contessa to Miss Rose. I introduced them formally to her and her face was a wonder to see. The light from that smile shown on my wife and child and my breath caught in my breast. She reached for Lara and kissed her lightly when she bent down. Her eyes traveled over Contessa and she seemed to be trying to memorize every detail of her small body. She placed one hand on the baby's cheek and a tear slid down her cheek. Then, Lara straightened up, turned and handed the baby to me.
"I need a moment with your Miss Rose."
As I backed away, she bent close to Miss Rose and whispered something in her ear. I watched Miss Rose's face as it went from serious to amused and finally to a wondrous smile. She embraced Lara and the two of them just held each other for the longest time. When Lara straightened, she took Contessa from me and the two of them walked out of the room shutting the door.
I spent almost an hour alone with Miss Rose and what we talked about is between her and me. It was something only we could share and I reflected on that hour many times in my later life. It was the last time I saw her as she died that night in her sleep.
We attended the funeral before returning home to Italy. That was my home now and I would never leave it. My world was there but I would always remember that bed of Rose's. Where I became a man and learned the lessons I needed to succeed in life as both a man and a husband. That *Bed of Rose's* will always be in my heart. |
Hotel Concierge Service Pt. 01 | 28,651 | 4.56 | 1,850,149 | [
"lesbian bdsm",
"submission",
"bdsm",
"domme"
] | *This is my first all women story. I hope you enjoy it. I would like to thank Emma for all her help editing.*
*This story has BDSM including spanking and submission. It's about a young submissive woman who works at a hotel. She spends her evenings fantasizing about a woman at her gym.*
\*
As Michelle works out, her breathing is getting labored with each additional squat. Her eyes as usual glancing across the gym to the raven beauty several mats over. As a regular gym patron, she has seen her every night for the past 2 months. Michelle finds herself staring, watching her infatuation grow with each workout. Her tanned, toned body perfectly sculpted.
She is completely enthralled watching the subject of her fixation work out harder and harder. She imagines licking the sweat of her perfect body. Sliding her tongue along her wet pussy lips and along her asshole. Michelle can feel her own pussy heating as her imagination goes wild.
After her workout, Michelle heads to the shower hoping, like each night, that her obsession will enter as well. Her heart stops as she enters, walking confidently to the stall across from her, leaving her towel in her locker. She can feel her pussy warm watching the water glisten off her perfect breasts, guessing them to be C cups. She marvels at how firm they are for a woman of her age, which she surmised to be early forties. Her dark nipples harden as she slides her soapy hands across them.
Not able to look away, Michelle watches intently as she soaps her pussy letting the water rinse off her shaved sex. Michelle, wonders how her pussy tastes, if she likes her nipples bitten or sucked. Closing her eyes she turns, letting her hands slide down her own body with thoughts of her racing in her mind. As Michelle's fingers rub across her throbbing clit, her pussy tingles and she knows when she gets home she will bring herself to orgasm dreaming of being dominated by this green eyed Goddess.
"Excuse me," a strong sexy voice asks, bringing Michelle out of her sexual haze. Michelle opens her eyes quickly removing her fingers from her pussy, turning around to the person behind her. "My name is Bella. I have noticed you here for last few months. Would you like to go for a coffee?"
Michelle looks up at her, as she is at least three inches taller than her five foot six inches. "H..hello, I'm Michelle. Her eyes slowly scanning the naked body of the confident middle-aged woman standing in front of her. "Y..Yes, I would like that," feeling her nervousness and excitement.
"Meet me in the entrance in twenty minutes?" Bella smiles as she looks deep into Michelle's blue eyes.
"Sure, that would be great. I will see you then," smiling back as she turns off the shower, covering her breasts, suddenly a little self-conscious.
"Excellent, see you then," Bella's eyes scanning Michelle's wet naked body, her tongue slowly sliding along her full upper lip.
Bella winks and turns around walking out of the shower as Michelle watches her ass sway. Now beginning to breathe again, realizing what has just happened. "Oh my God," she thinks to herself leaving the shower.
Picking up her towel, she begins to dry her body, her mind racing as the towel slides across her large D cup breasts, barely able to believe what just happened. She begins to recall her many nights alone fantasizing about Bella.
Twenty minutes later she is waiting in the entrance, nervously anticipating Bella. Her heart skips a beat as Bella walks through the door. Her long hair flowing, her breasts emphasized by her low cut revealing black top. She is wearing jeans that fit her perfectly, showing her magnificent body.
"Hey Michelle, sorry I'm late," Bella says as she walks up to her.
"It's ok, just got here myself," Michelle returns, sneaking a peak at Bella's perfect breasts.
"Shall we?" she asks, opening the door for Michelle.
"Absolutely," smiles Michelle walking through the door breathing in the intoxicating scent of Bella as she passes by.
They walk across the street to the coffee shop, get their order and take a seat in the back corner. Bella, picks up her mug, their eyes locked, as she takes a sip.
"So Michelle, tell me about yourself," Bella asks in an assertive tone.
She takes her sip as well, "Not much to know. I'm 28, I live alone and work at the Marriott down town." Michelle takes another sip of her steaming tea.
"Oh really, what do you do there?" Bella continuing to look deeply into Michelle's eyes.
"Just a hotel concierge," she comments beginning to feel her body heating from the intense glaring from Bella.
"Are you seeing anyone Michelle?" asks Bella, leaning forward her eyes slowly scanning down Michelle's body making her feel almost naked.
"No, no I'm not," answers Michelle.
Bella takes another sip. "Do you like women, Michelle?"
Michelle cannot believe the directness of this woman, focusing back at Bella, "I like men and women."
"Oh, I see," her voice softening. Slowly, she moves her leg letting it softly brush against Michelle's. "Do you like strong woman Michelle?"
Feeling that Bella is peeling off her clothes, her pussy moistening between her legs. She just nods.
"Michelle," Bella leaning even closer, "I can see you staring at me every night. Do you like what you see, Michelle?"
Michelle can feel her breath increasing, her nipples hardening under her bra. Again she nods, feeling her face heating, knowing she is blushing.
Bella slides her hand under the table whispering, "Say it," her hand touching Michelle's thigh.
"I do," she whispers back, feeling herself being drawn into Bella's spell.
"Spread your legs Michelle," Bella commands as her fingers glide up to her burning pussy.
Michelle not able to control herself, not wanting to, spreads her legs as directed.
"Mmm, good girl," purrs Bella, her finger now sliding along her pussy. "So warm," she says as she caresses Michelle's dripping pussy.
Bella leans in, knowing that Michelle is hers. "I want you to go home, and rub your pussy for me. Do not cum." Her full pink lips press softly against Michelle's. "Do you understand Michelle?"
A soft moan slips past Michelle's lips, "Yes, fuck yes. I understand."
Bella continues to rub Michelle's pussy, feeling the dampness building between her legs. "Good girl," she whispers again, biting softly on Michelle's bottom lip.
"I want your cell number," she orders, removing her fingers from between Michelle's legs picking up her phone.
Michelle sighs, not wanting her to stop and gives Bella her number as she types it into her phone.
"Now go my pet," Bella says, "I will contact you soon. Remember, you do not cum until I allow it."
Michelle nods again, shocked at how fast this woman is able to get to her. She stands up, taking a last sip of her tea, recalling the word pet.
Bella stands up with her, pulling her closer, leaning in to her ear. "Michelle, it was a pleasure to meet you," nibbling her ear moaning softly.
Her pussy on fire as she leaves the shop, walking to her apartment, thoughts of the last few minutes replaying in her head. Fuck, she thinks to herself, rushing into her apartment, not knowing if she will be able to obey as ordered.
Quickly she removes her clothes, marveling at the dampness of her panties, moving to the bed and spreading her legs. Her fingers find her smoldering pussy as her eyes close, rubbing softly while playing the night's excitement in her head.
Still amazed at the speed that Bella was able to control her, she slips a finger into her tight pussy, sinking it deeper and deeper. Michelle moans as her finger slides in and out, her lips tight around her, dripping as her orgasm slowly builds.
Just before reaching orgasm she stops remembering the orders of Bella. Frustrated, she slips out her wet finger, bringing it to her lips tasting her sweet nectar.
...
The next day Michelle is at work, thinking about Bella. On edge from not coming. Her nightly routine of masturbating as she thinks about Bella not ending in her usual orgasm. She is a true submissive who enjoys pleasing everyone around her and has had several Mistresses and Masters in her exciting short life. Her pussy is constantly wet, always thinking about Bella.
Her roaming mind, always causes her panties to be soaked, requiring that she bring several changes to work each day. By lunch time, she normally heads to the restroom, rubbing her pussy needing to release. However, today is different, she is obeying this stranger who has quickly taken control of her.
Several minutes later, her juices flowing, the sound of the room service phone ringing brings her back, her hand warm from rubbing her dripping pussy. She picks up the phone, answering, "Hello, how may I help you?" her voice a little shaky.
"Yes, I would like another pillow, the two in my room are not acceptable," the sultry, sexy voice on the other end of the line causing Michelle's pussy to melt.
"Very sorry to hear that ma'am. What kind of pillow are you looking for, I will bring one up to you right away."
"I need a much softer one, a very soft one. These are much too **hard** for me," a subtle sexual tone in her sensual voice, slightly emphasizing the word hard. "Please bring it as soon as possible, I am eager to get to bed."
Michelle breathing harder, her hand rubbing between her legs under the desk as the sex filled innuendos replay in her dirty, sexy mind. Suddenly she realizes the person on the other end of the line is Bella. "Holy shit," she moans, her body panicking. "Fuck Fuck. Fuck," her worry turning to something else. Slipping her hand under her skirt again, sliding over her wet panties. She slips two fingers into her warmth, moaning in her mind, needing to release so bad.
She gets two pillows and tells her co-worker that she will be taking her dinner break now after bringing pillows to room 953. Her hand is shaking as she presses the elevator button, envisioning Bella laying on her bed with her toned legs spread, her pussy lips parted and dripping onto the expensive cotton sheets.
Knocking on the door, Michelle says, "Room service, I have your pillows."
"Come in, come in the door is open," a bit of frustration in her tone.
Slowly Michelle pushes the door, looking at the large luxurious suite, "Hello, it's Michelle," she keeps walking to the bedroom.
"Michelle, I am glad you brought them. Just put them under my legs, like a good girl," that term once again bringing back her fond submissive memories.
Bella is laying spread out on the bed, over the covers in a sheer black negligee. "You look much different than when I see you at the gym," tapping on the bed. Michelle moves closer noticing she is not wearing any panties.
"Here my pet, sit next to me," feeling Bella's eyes burning into her.
Michelle walks over slowly, not able to look away from Bella's bare pussy, hardly covered by the sheer black lace fabric. "You look a little different from the gym as well." She sits on the bed, mere inches from Bella's glistening pussy. "Shall I put these under your legs now?" Michelle slides down the bed, her eyes still glued to the woman's exquisite sex.
She looks at Michelle, "You may call me Mistress Bella," she asserts while lifting up her legs causing the fabric to fall past her wetness.
Michelle moans, her hand shaking as she slips the pillows under her perfect, toned legs. Her words making her pussy drip even more.
"Tell me Michelle, were you a good girl," Bella spreads her legs a little wider, whispering, "Did you go home last night and rub your pussy for me, without coming?"
Michelle nods whispering, "Yes Mistress Bella." Her eyes still drawn to Bella's pussy, then she looks away.
"Michelle, I did not say you may look away. Do you not find me attractive?" she starts rubbing her pussy, pushing her middle finger inside her wet hole, moaning as her lips fold around it.
Michelle looks back, gulping eagerly watching the finger sink into Bella's shaved, wet pussy. She moans feeling the wetness between her legs.
"Michelle, when you stare at me in the gym, do you wonder what my pussy tastes like?" asks Bella, her finger sliding in and out of her dripping hole.
"Yes, Mistress Bella," she confesses feeling her face turning red.
Bella pulls her finger from her dripping cunt, whispering, "Would you like to taste my pussy now, slut?"
"Yes Mistress Bella," her eyes focusing on the wet finger Bella is presenting.
Bella says, "I have rules for my pets. No clothes in bed. Remove your clothes like a good girl," her wet finger motioning her to savor her sweet juice.
Hands shaking, pussy dripping, Michelle unbuttons her blouse, seeing her nipples poking through the soft white camisole. Slowly she pulls off her top, tossing it to the floor, then sliding down the spaghetti straps of the cami, the support falling too, as her large breasts fall slightly. Bella's eyes perk up seeing her hard, erect nipples peak over the white camisole.
"Mmm, very nice." Bella starts rubbing her pussy, remembering Michelle's breasts from the gym, getting her finger more wet for her new found sub.
"Now the skirt my pet," her eyes glued to her sex.
Slowly reaching down as the camisole falls to the floor, her hands hooking the skirt sliding it down her long legs.
"Oh dear," Bella moans seeing Michelle's pussy lips clearly visible through her sheer soaked panties.
Michelle blushes again, pulling them down, they slightly stick to her shaved pussy lips. Again, another soft moan coming from Bella, "Show me. Fuck, show me," her well-dressed eyes not able to look away.
The panties slowly slide down Michelle's legs, agonizingly slowly they part from her wet cunt, a visible wet trail follows along her thigh.
"Closer my sweet slut, closer."
Michelle crawls up the bed, her large breasts swaying. Each hard nipple aching, needing to be sucked and licked as they softly brush against Bella's lace negligee.
"Open your mouth, do it now," an insistent Bella demands.
Michelle quickly obeys, her tongue slipping out too, the moments feeling like hours, her heart pumping knowing Bella's pussy juice will taste so good. Many nights in bed she had fantasized about tasting her.
Slowly Mistress Bella slips her pussy soaked finger into her greedy mouth. Michelle swirls her tongue over it, wrapping her pink lips around it. Sucking and licking, Michelle's pussy now dripping down her inner thigh.
"Such a good slut. I knew you were," leaning in, "You are my slut now. Nod if you agree."
She nods in agreement, not wanting to have Bella remove her finger until she's completely devoured her sweet juice.
"Michelle, tell me, do you like being told what to do?" Bella continues pushing her finger deeper into Michelle's warm mouth.
Michelle nods, her eyes not leaving Bella's as she lowers her hand to her naked pussy, enjoying Bella's sweet taste.
"Did I say you may touch your pussy? Immediately Michelle removes her hand from her needy hole.
"I'm Sorry Bella, I won't do it again."
Slap! Bella's hand smacks across Michelle's face, "What did I say MY name is, you stupid whore?" her voice filled with both rage and lust.
"I'm sorry Mistress Bella, it won't happen again," the humiliation doing its intended job on her smoldering hole.
She grabs Michelle's face, "It better not my slut or we will be done here." Letting go demanding, "Now lay back on the bed, I want my pussy licked." She leans in, "If I do not cum in two minutes, you will not be coming tonight either. Nod if you understand."
Michelle's eyes widen, nodding, knowing she will need to cum shortly. Her pussy is on fire, needing to be touched and fucked hard.
Bella kneels beside Michelle's beautiful head, holding onto the headboard. Her pussy just out of reach of Michelle's greedy mouth. Mistress Bella reaches back grabbing Michelle's nipple hard, making her moan loudly. "Sssshhh, you're going to get us kicked out." Again she grabs her nipple, covering Michelle's mouth with her wet cunt as she lowers herself, twisting her nipple as Michelle screams into her Mistresses wetness.
Slowly she moves her wet pussy back and forth over Michelle's eager mouth, pulling off her negligee tossing it to the floor, her magnificent breasts on display, nipples hard as diamonds. Michelle has seen her naked many times in the showers, and fantasized that her lips would be sucking her hard dark nipples. Never in her wildest fantasies did she think she would get to see her perfect breasts from this angle, while her tongue is buried deep inside her tight wet cunt.
Bella reaches lower rubbing her fellow gym patron's pussy, whispering, "I hope you are as good at licking pussy as I think you are," moaning as she presses her pussy harder over Michelle's eager mouth. "Remember, two minutes," she starts rocking faster across Michelle's soft face.
"Mmm, such a good little slut," her body grinding harder over Michelle's expert mouth. Bella slips a finger into Michelle's soaking pussy, softly saying, "Oh, I see someone likes eating pussy."
Michelle too far gone to hear anything, think anything. Her only focus is getting her Mistress to cum quickly. She slips a finger into Bella's ass making her moan.
"Yes, my slut. Fuck my holes like a dirty little sub." The words driving Michelle horny as she fucks the holes of her new found Mistress.
"Right there, my pet. Fuck so good, my slut," Bella getting to the edge, grinding harder over Michelle's eager mouth. "You are such a pussy licking whore. Don't stop, fuck!" Bella's pussy tightens, her release taking over.
"Fuck, Fuck, I'm coming you slut. Don't you fucking stop," Bella still fingering Michelle's sopping cunt. Rubbing faster on her sub's throbbing clit, feeling her orgasm about the hit. Her pussy is grinding, squeezing Michelle's eager tongue as wave after wave spills out of her, Michelle feasting on every drop, doing her best to swallow it all.
When she finally calms down Bella turns around, bending into a sixty-nine position as she starts fucking Michelle with 3 fingers, stretching her tight cunt, licking and sucking her throbbing clit.
"Mistress! Mistress! May I cum for you?" begs Michelle.
Bella moans, impressed with her submissive's restraint. Michelle's pussy tightening around her pounding fingers as she yells out, "Cum my slut, cum for me, like a good girl," her fingers relentlessly pumping as Michelle explodes onto the new pillows.
"Fuck, Fuck Bella, I want you. I want this. I'm yours," moans Michelle, her pussy spasming, coming again. Bella now spreading her fingers in Michelle's quivering cunt. After three strong waves, she pulls out of her pussy, licking Michelle's cum from her drenched fingers, the sweet taste not disappointing her.
She turns over on top of Michelle, kissing her pussy soaked lips. Whispering, "You are mine now, only mine."
Michelle, her eyes glazed and content, smiles, whispering back, "only yours, Mistress Bella."
Bella slides next to her new toy, her hand caressing Michelle's warm body. "What time do you get off, my pet?" she says with a smile, her fingers dancing over Michelle's erect nipples.
Looking at her, "I just did, so good Mistress Bella, thank you."
Bella slaps her breast, "Such a bad girl, I will need to punish you later."
Michelle's eyes widen, "Mmm, I would like that a lot," as a sad look comes over her face. "I better get going, my dinner is only thirty minutes."
Bella pulls her close, kissing her softly, again whispering, "I want you here, the second you finish."
Smiling, "I finish at 11 PM, and I will be here as you command."
"Good girl," she smiles back, reaching into a case, saying softly, "One more thing before you leave. On all fours my slut."
Looking at Bella, feeling her pussy tingle, she quickly gets onto all fours, "Is this good, Mistress?"
"Yes, my pet," moving behind her kissing each ass cheek, "Just going to give you something to remind you that you are mine."
Michelle gasps feeling her Mistress licking her ass, her tongue lashing every part of her most private hole. She moans feeling a cold plug pressing against her asshole. "Oh, fuck," she mewls as Bella slowly inserts the plug into her awaiting ass.
Pushing slowly not wanting it to hurt too much, Bella continues licking around it until it sinks in to the base. Michelle's ass accepts it well, not being a stranger to anal sex. Moaning, as the pain slowly turns to pleasure.
Bella softly rubs her obedient sub's pussy, whispering, "Do not cum without my permission and if you touch, you will be punished," quickly slapping her ass, "Better go now, before I don't let you leave."
"Thank you Mistress Bella, I love my gift, and I promise, I will not touch," Michelle stands up, putting her clothes back on, the plug in her ass reminding her what she is, Bella's slut.
"Kiss me before you leave," commands Bella, pulling her pet closer. She presses her lips to Michelle's, slipping her tongue between them. Her hand sliding under her skirt, tugging on the plug, then pulling down her panties, whispering, "You won't be needing these anymore."
Michelle moans, as she steps out of them, bending down to pick them up placing them onto Bella's outstretched hand. She smiles, "Good girl, now leave," taking the panties to her face, breathing in her new sub's wonderful scent.
Michelle turns to the door, her pussy already dripping down her legs, the plug touching all her sensitive anal nerves. Opening the door, turning back, she purrs, "Thank you Mistress Bella."
\========
At 11:12 PM Michelle knocks on Bella's hotel room door, a little concerned she is late. It is two hours since their first meeting. Michelle has been working with no panties and a plug in her ass, having been instructed to do so by her new Mistress. Michelle's wet pussy needing attention, as she impatiently knocks once again.
"Enter," declares Bella, letting her squirm a little outside her room.
Slowly Michelle opens the door, "Mistress?" She walks into the suite seeing Bella now sitting in the living area wearing only a black corset and heels, her pussy visible as she crosses her legs slowly.
"You're Late!" she says abruptly, "Remove your clothes and display."
Michelle nervously enters, slowly undoing her blouse. Her fingers shaking as she fidgets with each button. "I'm sorry Mistress Bella, I had to take care of something," Michelle explains as her blouse falls down her arms. The white camisole doing all it can to keep her ample breasts in place. Her nipples are hard, aching for attention, her ass feeling good every time the plug slightly moves. Slowly she slides down the thin straps, pulling her top lower.
"Mmm," Bella comments seeing her large breasts coming into view. "Slower, do it slower," she commands, her legs spreading for her approaching hand.
"Yes, Mistress," Michelle's bare pussy dripping down her legs. She pulls her camisole down her body letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts now displayed, her nipples hard and ready. Next, she pulls at her skirt, slowly unzipping it.
"Turnaround my pet, show me your perfect ass," Bella's hand now rubbing her pussy as she watches her new toy turn slowly. Michelle obeys turning around as her skirt slowly falls over her round ass. Now standing completely naked except for her shoes and the anal plug looking exquisite buried in her tight asshole.
"Good girl," Bella moans, her finger sliding into her heating cunt, "Now display, my pet, like a good slut."
Michelle turns back around, kneeling in front of her Mistress, her whole body on fire, as she spreads her legs putting her hands behind her head, looking down, awaiting her next order. Bella rises, sliding her finger from her warm pussy, slipping it into Michelle's mouth, whispering, "Have you been a good girl?"
Quickly licking and sucking the sweet juice from her Mistress's finger, nodding as Bella removes it from her greedy mouth.
She walks closer, tapping her knee, signalling for Michelle to spread her legs wider. Obediently, she widens, her wet lips parting slightly. Bella grabs her erect nipples, "Mmmm, Mistress."
Bella leans in, you were late, and must be punished, she pinches each nipple hard, making Michelle moan louder. "But first, tell me, did you touch yourself, my dirty slut?"
"No Mistress, I didn't," she swallows loudly knowing it's a lie.
Bella leans in immediately picking up on the fib, "Are you lying to me?" pulling her nipples, twisting them.
"Oww mmm," Michelle tries to hold the lie, "No Mistress Bella, no," looking away feeling guilty for lying.
"You think you can lie to me? Give me a number you fucking cunt," commands Bella.
"A..A number?" asks Michelle, knowing that her Mistress saw through her failed lie attempt.
Quickly she slaps her breasts, walking around as she slides her fingers along Michelle's beautiful face, "I will not ask again." She reaches down, pulling on the plug in her ass, pushing it in and out.
"S..Seven?" Michelle blurts, moaning, feeling her ass stretching from her Mistress's hand.
"Ten it is," smiles Bella as she walks over to her case looking into it. "Hmm, let me see," she says picking up a wood paddle, slapping it softly against her hand. Next, she reaches in, finding a tail butt plug. "Yes, these will do just fine. Slowly she walks back to her seat sliding the furry tail across her shoulder, sitting back in the chair.
Bella taps her lap making Michelle look up. "Come to me my pet, it's time to pay for your indiscretions," using her finger to motion for her to come. Michelle gets up to walk over. "No, crawl to me," Bella commands, "Like a good pet."
Feeling her face turn red, Michelle crawls to her new Mistress, looking down showing her who is in control. She crawls on top of her lap, her hands flat on the floor, feet on the other side.
"Good girl," Bella remarks, as she slides her hand softly over her submissive pet's perfect ass, pulling out the plug, ordering, "Open your mouth." Michelle opens her mouth, as she slides the plug in slowly, "Such a dirty slut." She pulls it out, placing it next to the tail plug.
"Now, twelve wasn't it?" Michelle cringes, knowing to question will only result in the number increasing yet again. "You will count each one, and thank me asking for another each time. She squeezes Michelle's tight ass, whispering, "Nod, if you understand." Michelle nods, bracing for the punishment to begin.
Bella takes the paddle, caressing it softly across the smooth ass of her sub. Slowly she raises her hand, feeling her pussy warming. Without warning, she slams the hard wood instrument onto Michelle's bare ass.
"One," cringes Michelle, "Thank you Mistress Bella. May I please have another?"
SLAP! The paddle comes down harder on Michelle's ass cheek. Michelle doing everything she can to not moan or move.
"Two, Thank you Mistress Bella. May I please have another?" Michelle's eyes begin to water as the blows continue across her sore, red ass. By the time she is at ten, Michelle is sobbing, barely able to get her words out.
SLAP! Michelle's ass burning as she cries, "Eleven, th...thank you Mistress Bella. May I please have another?"
Bella is pleased by the reaction of her submissive pet, lifting the paddle one last time, whispering, "This one may hurt a little, my slut." Her hand comes crashing down hitting her red ass with considerable force.
Sobbing now, Michelle ekes out "Twelve, Thank you Mistress Bella. M..May I please have another?"
Putting down the paddle, Bella caresses her burning ass, "That is enough my slut. Hopefully you will learn to not keep me waiting, and to not lie to me again. She reaches down picking up the tail plug, rubbing it along Michelle's wet pussy. "Seems like my little slut likes to get punished."
Michelle moans, as the plug sinks into her wet cunt, sniffling, keeping her head down, "I..I did learn Mistress. You are right, I will never be late or lie again."
Spreading her sore cheeks, Bella slowly presses the plug into Michelle's tight ass. "Feel it, my sweet baby. Feel it," Bella says softly as she slides the plug all the way into her insolent sub's asshole.
"Ok, my slut, kneel between my legs," Bella orders, pushing her from her lap. Michelle kneels between her Mistress's legs, seeing the wetness dripping from her lips. She waits patiently for permission, feeling her own pussy dripping, her ass stinging as her cheeks touch her heels. The tail in her ass tickling her calf.
Spreading her legs, Bella whispers, "Lick my pussy, my slut. Put your hands behind your back. Make me cum, like a good little slut."
Michelle moves her hands behind her back, leaning over, her breast swaying as she moves in between Bella's legs. Her tongue slides out and begins licking her Mistress's wet pussy. Carefully, meticulously sliding it along each pussy lip, then dipping it in and out of her tight wet hole. "Mmm," a soft moan slips past her wet lips.
"Good girl," Bella comments as she pushes Michelle's eager mouth harder against her cunt. Pulling her up to her throbbing clit, telling her to suck.
Michelle, in heaven, savoring Bella's sweet pussy, is having trouble breathing as Bella pushes her harder into her. She wraps her lips around her Mistress's pulsing, sensitive clit, sucking it making Bella moan. "Fuck! You whore, suck my pussy. Make me cum or you will not cum tonight."
Lashing her cunt harder, sucking her clit deeper into her mouth, Michelle's tongue flicking the hardened pink tip. Bella wraps her legs around Michelle's head, feeling her orgasm building. "Almost there, you slut. Don't fucking stop. Lick my cunt, Suck my pussy you dirty whore."
Bella's humiliating words getting to Michelle, her own pussy sopping between her shaking legs. Her mouth sucking, licking as Bella's first wave rips into her.
"Fuck. Coming, my slut," Bella grinding her sub harder, her pussy juices seeping as her walls tighten and release. She slides her hands down reaching Michelle's tits, pulling and twisting each large, hard nipple. "Ohh," she moans as the next wave tears into the last. "Such a good fucking pussy slut." Bella continues to cum as Michelle furiously licks and sucks her Mistress.
Several minutes later she pushes her away, her pussy very sensitive now, commanding, "Display!"
Michelle immediately stops, leans back onto her heels. She moves her hands behind her head, and spreads her legs waiting for Bella to regain her composure.
Bella holds her chin in her hand, leaning in kissing her soft pink lips, tasting her pussy on them. "You did very well my slut." She stands walking to the bedroom, tapping the side of her thigh for her pet to follow.
Michelle starts crawling across the floor, every step making her anal plug rub against her sensitive ass, the feathery tail feeling good as it softly brushes across her thighs.
"On the bed, my pet. It's time for you to cum for me." Smiles Bella, as Michelle slowly crawls onto the bed. "On your back, legs spread my slut."
Michelle eagerly gets onto the bed, spreading her legs like a good sub, the plug pushing against her ass. Wanting so bad to rub her pussy, but knowing she needs permission to begin. Bella steps out of the room, leaving Michelle splayed across the bed, her pussy dripping to the tail.
Several minutes later she returns, a glass of wine in one hand, and a huge vibrator in the other. Tossing it on the bed, she sits in the chair, whispering, "Begin, my slut. Do not cum until I allow it." Eagerly, she picks up the vibrator rubbing between her spread legs. "Mmm, such a good girl."
"Turn it on, my slut," orders Bella as she sips from her glass, her eyes glued on her obedient sub's wet pussy. Finding the button, Michelle turns it on low, not wanting to cum before she's allowed. Slowly, she presses it into her tight pussy, moaning as she feels her lips wrap around it.
"Deeper, baby. Slide it deeper," Bella's voice almost hypnotic as Michelle slides it deeper and deeper. Her lips folding, pussy stretching, trying to push the huge cock shaped device into her quivering cunt. She starts fucking herself harder, feeling her orgasm quickly building.
"Yes, like that. Fuck your pussy harder," Bella's hand sliding between her legs as she watches her new submissive pet fuck her own pussy.
Michelle's orgasm quickly rising, her hand a blur. "Mistress, mmm. May I cum Mistress?" her voice shaky as she approaches the edge. Wet noises filling the room.
"No, do not cum, you dirty slut. Put it on high now!" she commands, "I want your pussy to feel so good." Bella's fingers jamming into her wet pussy, her eyes not ever looking away.
"No, please Mistress. Please!" Michelle barely able to think let alone speak.
"Do it now, my pet. Do not make me punish you again," Bella's orgasm fast approaching as well.
Reluctantly Michelle turns the vibrator to high, causing her to moan loudly. Sweat forming over her body, doing everything in her power to not cum. "Please Mistress," the distress in her voice very evident. Bella now slipping three fingers into her tightening pussy, her point of no return fast approaching.
"Now, my slut. Cum with me now," Bella urges as her own orgasm explodes.
"Thank you Mistress," her words barely audible as she starts coming with Bella. Her pussy squeezing the vibrator as she sprays on the bed.
"Don't stop, my love. Never stop." Both women coming, wave after wave washing through them.
Several minutes later, countless orgasms later, both women are exhausted. Bella stands up, crawling onto the bed, moving her pussy over Michelle's mouth as she bends down to her pet's wet cunt. She lower's her pussy to her new sub as they begin to lick each other.
"Mmm, you taste so good Mistress," moans Michelle.
"You taste so good too, my sweet slut."
When Bella is done, she turns around laying next to Michelle, then pulls her closer kissing her softly. Her hands slide down her back, holding her tightly, whispering, "You are mine, only mine." |
Fourth Year After Ch. 06 | 17,057 | 4.75 | 1,576,608 | [
"incest novella",
"polyamory",
"mother son incest",
"father daughter incest",
"sister sister incest"
] | Author's note: This is 6th and final chapter of "Fourth Year After", the last book in my series that began with "First Year After". Then Second, Third, you get the picture. If you have not read the earlier books in the series, I recommend you do, so you'll know who the characters are, how they relate to each other, and how they got to where they are now. Thank you for sticking with this series to the very end.
As always, all sexual acts described here involve fictional characters over the age of 18.
\~\~\~\~\~
August 6, 2016
In the end, the move-in date got pushed by just a week, but the pool got done ahead of the earlier estimate, so that we would be able to begin filling the swimming pool in the courtyard in two more weeks, meaning we could hold our Labor Day party in the new house, after all. I let Duke know he was off the hook for that, and wished him good luck on his own move.
The week before the move was chaotic, of course, trying to pack up three houses, while maintaining one of the nurseries until the new nursery could be set up for the kids to occupy. Sandy was staying with Mandy at the Jensen/Adams duplex and Patti was too pregnant to be of much help in packing and toting, being two weeks from her due date, but that still left six of us, including Eden, to get everything ready for the movers to pick up that we had not already moved ourselves.
The day of the move went pretty smoothly, everything into the new house and guest house that wasn't staying in storage, although plenty of boxes needed to be unpacked, and all of the kids moved as well, by 5 o'clock, when we celebrated by placing our first pizza order to the new house.
The surprise of the day was that Henry had somehow found the time to construct another double-queen bed and more sets of bedding, and had those beds set up in the two master bedrooms instead of our Kings.
I asked him, "How are we going to explain these, now?"
Henry answered, "We just tell people the new master bedrooms are bigger, so we decided we could splurge on bigger beds, especially so we can let the kids sleep with us, sometimes. We'd never accomplish that in a King with three adults and multiple toddlers, anyway. Even two toddlers with two adults would make a Cal King seem crowded. Give people a non-sexual explanation, and they'll accept it, because their imagination won't take them to the alternative."
"I hope you're right," I said.
The five bedrooms for the kids were already equipped with a toddler bed as well as a crib, not that we thought any of them were ready for that transition yet. It would be enough to get them used to being in their own rooms and getting them started using a potty. Except for Gavin, they'd always shared a room, and he was used to being with the other three more often than not. An extra crib was set up in the room that would eventually be Toni's baby's room, for Tommy and Jeremy to use after they were born, if Sandy brought him to stay with us at all, instead of being at the Jensen/Adams duplex. Tommy and Toni's baby would eventually share that as the new nursery, until we were ready to move Tommy into a toddler bed in KJ's room two or three years from now.
Eden was gleeful over having the guest house all to herself, but asked Toni to spend the first night there with her. Patti chose to sleep in the guest room, because she wasn't sleeping well.
We were all too worn out from the move for any lovemaking, and just cuddled with each other, Amber with me, Mom with Henry.
\~\~\~\~\~
August 9, 2016
It only took a couple of days after the move before Carrie came to visit Eden. Toni told me later that they used the hot tub, naked, then disappeared into the Guest House for the rest of the day. Carrie left just before the rest of us got home, apparently expected home by Mimi.
\~\~\~\~\~
August 12, 2016
Suzy, Danny and JD finished the last third of their internships working with my team in the programming department, with me supervising them as a trial run at being a team lead. I let my boss Mike know of the friendship between my family and Suzy's and he said he would take that into account after I turned in my evaluations of them, along with the other staff working with them. This was their last day and the whole team threw them a small party on their last day. I was objective as I could be in my evaluations, but truly felt that Suzy had shown the most promise in the skill-set we used at ABC.
\~\~\~\~\~
August 18, 2016
Aaron returned to town on the 13th in preparation for Jeremy's birth and Nancy and Paula arrived on the 17th. They were all staying at the Jensen/Adams' duplex. About two hours into my workday, I got a call from Aaron saying that Sandy's water had broken and the five of them had headed to the hospital. It was still early stages of labor and the doctor wasn't expecting a delivery for several more hours.
It was my last day before starting my paternity leave, and it was tough trying to stay focused, knowing that my step-sister was bringing my new nephew into the world, but I made it through the work day and headed to the hospital.
Paula, Nancy, Steve and Suzy were in the waiting room when I arrived, both Mandy and Aaron were in the delivery room with Sandy and the doctor wasn't letting more of the family in.
Patti had started her maternity leave on the 15th, and was home with Toni and Eden, just in case Eden needed to drive Patti to the hospital, too, while leaving Toni with the kids.
Amber, Henry and Mom arrived around the same time that Sandra and Nick arrived from their jobs.
An hour after that, Mandy came out of the delivery room with a paper gown over her clothes, to announce, "He's here, 20.5 inches, 7 pounds, 10 ounces. He's just so beautiful. Dad only fainted once, Mom's doing fine, Jeremy already latched on and is nursing like a champ. They'll be transferred to a maternity room in about 20 minutes, which will only leave about 30 minutes until visiting hours are over. I'll let you know when I know the room number. They're only allowing Aaron to spend the night, because I'm legally not one of the baby's parents, although they let me into the delivery room as her Lamaze coach. Yet another reason for Sandy and I to get married."
We waited the 20 minutes, and were then allowed into the room in groups of four. Mom, Henry, Amber and I went in first, and we spent our ten minutes gushing over baby and Mom and taking lots of cellphone pictures to share with those at home.
Steve, Paula and Nancy took our place, and we chatted briefly with Sandra, Nick, Suzy and Mandy before heading home.
\~\~\~\~\~
August 21, 2016
Sandy, Aaron, Mandy and Jeremy moved into the guest house after Sandy was released from the hospital on the 20th. Nancy and Paula were flying back to Minneapolis. Eden moved over to the guest room in the main house.
At 11 PM on the night of the 20th, Patti's water broke. I drove her to the hospital, and after a six-hour labor, Thomas Scott Barnes was born, 22 inches, 8 pounds three ounces.
Henry opted to stay home to watch the babies, so the rest of the family could be at the hospital once visiting hours began. Sandy, Mandy and Aaron were there, before Aaron needed to drive Mandy to DFW for her flight back to college, then brought Sandy home.
Carrie was another collegian who needed to be traveling that day, but she did pop into the maternity room to say hello to Tommy and goodbye to the rest of us, especially Eden. The next time I expected to see her was for Angie's 18th birthday in October. Angie was headed to college, too, in Austin, while Carrie was at a school in Houston. I also knew Suzy was headed back for her Senior year.
After the one morning with Carrie and Eden, they hadn't approached me for sex again the rest of the summer, spending their time with each other.
\~\~\~\~\~
August 23, 2016
Two days after Tommy's birth, Ginger, Maria, Duke and Jean came by to visit Patti and the baby after I brought them home from the hospital.
The notable event was when Duke took me aside to say, "You said to keep my heart open. Well, it happened, I'm in love with three women at once. And I couldn't be happier except for not being able to marry all of them. I never quite believed it was possible, until it happened."
"Are you declaring yourself a quad, now?" I asked.
He said, "No, not really. I think Ginger and Maria are still wanting to float between us and you guys, so I don't think they want to formalize anything with us. Your family's just been so busy this summer, they haven't had as many opportunities to be with you as they wanted."
"'I think' and 'I don't think' mean you haven't actually asked them what they want, have you?"
"No," was all he said. I wasn't going to push any more than that.
\~\~\~\~\~
August 28, 2016
The day came that I'd been dreading all summer. Sandy, Aaron and Jeremy left for Minneapolis, in her car, with a moving company taking care of Sandy's possessions and already delivered to Paula's house. They were concerned about exposing Jeremy to too many germs on a commercial flight, so chose to drive Sandy's car rather than have the moving company handle it, making a one night stop at a nice hotel near Kansas City that provided them with a crib.
Even though I hadn't been intimate with her since before the 4th of July, this is when I started missing Sandy. They were coming back for Thanksgiving, though those three months felt like they would last forever.
\~\~\~\~\~
September 1, 2016
Duke and Jean officially took occupancy of Center, Mom and Dad's old house. Jean's dad and brothers had flown in and rented a U-Haul, so Duke didn't need to ask for help moving, but Patti and I still stopped by after work to welcome them to their new home.
It felt weird, seeing new furnishings being moved into place in the home I grew up in, and I realized this wasn't my home any more, it was theirs, now. I was just glad we could help them enjoy it.
\~\~\~\~\~
September 3, 2016
With Carrie gone to school, Eden asked to be included as part of "Family Night" for the first time. Patti was still recovering from child birth, so she abstained and kept the toddlers occupied in the guest house, putting Tommy into the crib that was still there from Jeremy's stay.
Henry, Amber, Toni, Mom, Eden and I were on the bed in the East master, and were all making love to Eden in one way or another to welcome her into our gathering. A particularly memorable position had me on my back, Eden riding my cock in reverse cowgirl, then laying back onto my stomach and chest while Toni got between our legs and was fervently licking both of us as I thrust my hips to drive my cock into her. Henry knelt on our left side and I had a closeup view of her sucking on his cock while Amber and Mom were both sucking on her nipples. When she came, she sprayed Toni's face with her fluids and she came even harder a second time before Henry and I both shot our sperm into her.
All three women were taking turns to suck my cum out of Eden's snatch, as Henry and I recovered. Eventually, Eden and Amber wound up in a 69, and I entered Amber from behind as Eden licked us from beneath. Henry was on his back beside us, getting a double blowjob from Mom and Toni.
So it went, for a couple more hours, before we all fell asleep in each other's arms. Eden was in front of me, Toni behind me, with Henry sandwiched between Amber and Mom on the other side of the bed.
\~\~\~\~\~
September 5, 2016
We held our Labor Day and Housewarming party mostly in the courtyard, although people were passing in and out of the houses pretty regularly to see our new digs. The few people who commented on the big beds all seemed to accept our explanation for them. Even Grandma Marion, who seemed to finally be over whatever issue she'd had with us earlier in the year, without ever revealing what that issue was.
Thankfully, there was no particular drama this year, nobody figuring out our secret, no new relationships spawned unexpectedly. The positive highlight was when Toni announced to all of us that she was expecting a boy. I had to keep my enthusiasm in line with the prospect of a new step-brother, which is all he could be to me publicly. Inside, knowing that I would have a fourth son gave me a thrill.
Even with the skylights open, it was about 10 degrees cooler in the courtyard than the outside, which was in the low 90s that day, which everyone appreciated. Everyone seemed to have a good time.
\~\~\~\~\~
September 15, 2016
I was surprised to get a call from Sandra Adams while I was at work. She said, "I could use your help, Drew. I think my laptop might have gotten a virus. Usually, Suzy helps me out with these things, but she's at school and Steve and Nick are out of town and would probably be helpless, anyway. Could you come by my house and take a look at it?"
"How about tonight?" I asked. "Around 6?" I didn't expect it would take me more than an hour.
"That would be great," she said. "See you then."
I shot Patti a text that I was going there, and might be late for dinner.
\~\~\~\~\~
I got to Steve and Sandra's half of the duplex they shared with Suzy and Nick, and she showed me to her computer. After updating her virus definitions and running a scan, it did identify a recently released Word scripting virus and inoculated three infected Word files. Thankfully, it hadn't spread further.
I turned around to show these to Sandra and my eyes popped out. She had completely disrobed, and was watching me, naked, with one hand rubbing her shaved pussy, already glistening.
"Umm, Sandra? What's on your mind?" I asked. "I thought we all agreed that our families were going to be just friends."
She asked, "Didn't you also tell Suzy that you wouldn't mind if we became more than that at some point? The more I thought about that, I realized that our families have already been intimate to a degree, because Steve had sex with Tina back when he was dating her three years ago. Then I find out that Paula and Nancy screwed Henry at your 4th of July party. So, I figured there was no reason not to go after you. Steve and Nick have both been out of town on business all week, and I was feeling pretty horny when that virus started acting up, and I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone. You're not going to turn me down, are you?"
"Do I look crazy?" I asked. "We're definitely going to do this, unless you tell me that Steve and Nick would have a problem with me, afterward. My marriage is open. I only have to tell Patti and my other wives when I've been with some else afterwards, and they'll just ask me how many times you came and how many times I did. I'll just text Patti to tell her not to hold dinner for me."
That done, Sandra pulled me to her bedroom, and began undressing me. I latched my lips on one of her dark areola and sucked it into my mouth, running my tongue around her nipple. I let her finish getting my clothes off, and dropped to my knees, to get my first taste of her flavor. She had apparently dabbed herself with something that tasted of strawberries, and I couldn't get enough of it for a couple of minutes until she spasmed and nearly fell onto me as she came.
I steadied her and lay her back onto the bed and resumed eating her out. The flavor was waning, replaced by her natural fluids, which were just as delicious but in that human way that signals lust.
When she came a second time, I climbed between her legs and thrust into her before her she stopped spasming, bottoming out into her warmth. "Oh, fuck, Drew, how did you know I love getting speared in the middle of an orgasm?"
"Is there a woman who doesn't?" I countered.
"Just the poor souls who are frigid," she replied.
I took my time fucking Sandra, sucking on her breasts as I thrust slowly in and out, reaching between us to stroke her clit, working her up to two more orgasms, before I blew my wad into her, grunting my pleasure as she writhed beneath me.
I cuddled with her for about 15 minutes, before she said, "You need to go, I guess."
I looked her in the eyes and asked, "Do you want me to stay? I will, if you do. I'll have to head home for fresh clothes in the morning, but that's okay."
She said, "No, I'll be fine. I know you've got a family to take care of. Thank you for wanting me."
"Any man who doesn't think you're gorgeous and sexy, check their pulse, because I guarantee you that they've died inside."
\~\~\~\~\~
Oct 21, 2016
Damn. Over a month since I last journaled, but the events are momentous enough that I have to write an entry, just to get it straight in my head.
Angie's 18th birthday fell on October 20th and Aunt Mimi had scheduled a birthday party for the next Saturday, the 22nd. Both girls were driving home from their campuses in Austin and Houston.
You can imagine my surprise when, around 10:30 the night before the party, Aunt Mimi rang our doorbell and I answered it. We had been playing Scrabble in the living room before heading to bed, so the family heard the following conversation.
"Aunt Mimi? What brings you here?" I asked.
Mimi said, in a rather blank voice that spoke of suppressed rage, "Carrie and Angie both arrived home from their colleges around 6 o'clock tonight, for tomorrow's party, and when I went into Carrie's bedroom around 9:45 to say goodnight, she wasn't there. Neither was Angie. They snuck out. I tried calling them, but they didn't answer, and Carrie's car was gone. I used the location tracking feature on Angie's iPhone that she thankfully hasn't turned off, and it said she had come here, so I drove over, and sure enough the car is in front of your garage."
I said, "I haven't seen them, but they're probably visiting Eden, in the guest house. It has its own entrance." Eden had opted not to join our Scrabble games, and went to the guest house earlier.
"I figured that, so I went there first. Before I could even knock, I saw them through the window. They were having sex on the living room floor, Drew! All three of them. My daughters were committing incest, even after I warned them I wouldn't accept it. I checked the door and it was unlocked, so I barged in. They didn't even try to deny it. I thought you should know, because I told both girls that they were no longer my daughters and were not welcome in my home any longer, except to get their personal possessions and move out. Their tuition is already paid for this school year, then they're on their own. I called Tony after I walked out, and he backs me on that. They both seem to think that you would let them stay here."
Remembering my promise to Carrie a year earlier, I said, "My inclination is to do just that, Aunt Mimi. I have to check with the rest of the family, but I expect they'll say the same thing."
"It's incest, Drew!" Mimi almost screamed.
Calmly, I said, "Yes, it is. But that doesn't erase my love for them as members of my family. I'm hoping you change your mind about disowning them, but we won't see them homeless, whether now or at the end of the school year."
Mimi looked disappointed in my reaction, but didn't dispute it. "They're your problem, then. Good night, Drew. As you can imagine, tomorrow's party is canceled."
As I closed the door, I looked back at the family, and they were all on their feet. "We need to let the girls know that they have our support," Patti said. "They must be terrified about now."
Except for Amber, who stayed behind to keep an ear out for the kids, we walked through the courtyard to the side entrance to the guest house, rather than going outside to the front entrance, in case Mimi might still be around to see us. We knocked on that door, and Eden answered, with just a tshirt on.
"Mimi gave you the news?" Eden asked. "Are you here to throw them out, too?"
Mom answered, "Hell, no. What would make you think that, Eden, given what you know of us? We're here to take them in, with love and support. Where are they?"
"In my bedroom, crying," Eden said. "I do have to warn you, they're probably still naked."
Mom said, "Get them to put some clothes on and join us in the living room."
The five of us took up places on the couches and chairs, and Eden led Carrie and Angie out of the bedroom, to stand before us. Their faces were downturned and still wet with tears.
Mom said, "Girls, look at me. You're not in trouble with us. Also, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want."
"Not only that," Henry said, "But we're prepared to help you finish college and get your careers started. Consider yourselves adopted, until your parents come to their senses."
"Really, Uncle Henry?" Carrie said. "You don't owe us that. Just having a roof over our heads tonight is enough. We can both head back to campus in the morning."
"It's not about owing you, it's about wanting to help and being financially able to," he said. "You're family, even if your own parents want to ignore that. I believe you stand by family, even if you disagree with them. And in our case, we don't even disagree with you. Incest isn't the bogeyman everyone makes it out to be, especially between sisters, where there's no possibility of pregnancy to form a biological argument against it."
"See, Carrie? I told you," Angie said.
"Told her what, sweetie?" Toni asked.
"That you were an incestuous as well as a polyamorous marriage," Angie answered. "Not just one or two of you, but the whole family."
'Just when I thought the secret was holding,' I thought.
"How did you know, sweetie?" Mom asked.
Angie broke into a smile, and said, "Aunt Toni wasn't the only one to see the three of you through the windows of your cottage on Galveston Beach three years ago. After playing cards with Mom and Grandma, I took a walk down the beach by myself, and was coming back and reached your cabin maybe a minute or two before Toni did. She didn't see me, because I was coming from the opposite direction and when I saw you through the window I crouched behind one of the chairs on the porch and I was looking through a different window into that bedroom than she was, before she reached the porch steps. When Drew ran out chasing after her, he didn't see me either and I snuck away before my parents came looking for me."
"You didn't tell anyone?" I asked.
"Who would have believed a 14-year-old, saying that, Drew?" Angie said. "People were always saying I had an over active imagination. If you denied it, they would say I misunderstood what I saw or was making it up. Besides, I wouldn't ever want to hurt you that way. I knew it needed to stay a secret. So, I just kept it. And continued to, after Toni moved in with you and even after Gavin was born with the same eyes Drew and I have and I figured out Drew was his father. I kept until tonight, when I told Carrie tonight why I thought you'd all be on our side. It's also why I suggested we come here, to make love to each other for the first time, along with Eden. I just didn't expect Mom to follow us."
I said, "She used your iPhone to track you, FYI."
Carrie said, "I didn't know all of it, but I knew a little. I found out about Amber and Sandy last year, and when I asked Drew about maybe committing incest with you, he said he would take us in if my parents threw us out, but I assumed it was just because we're family and he was already tolerant of his step-sisters, not because he was committing incest, too, until he made love to me this summer. I take it you're involved with your daughters too, Uncle Henry?"
Henry nodded and said, "Neither of you can tell anyone else, okay? Not even your parents. Not even if your parents report the two of you to the police, which I doubt they would do. You would probably be in less trouble as sisters than Tina and I would be as parents being lovers to our children, even as adults. It's the difference between a third degree felony and a second degree one, not that it gets prosecuted that often."
"And I need to confess, too, Carrie," Eden said. "You already know that I was born from an incestuous pairing of my mother and her father and was adopted after they were caught. I found out about the incest here the weekend I first visited six months ago, and I became intimate with Toni the same weekend, and the rest of the family over the summer, after Drew took my virginity. I almost told you, so you could participate with us, but you made the decision to ask him for sex before I did."
"So, where does that leave us now?" Carrie asked. "If staying here is okay past this weekend, can we participate with all of you?"
"Just with the women, or all of us?" I asked. "You two have been pretty vocal about being lesbians, not bisexual, even though you and Eden took me to bed one time."
"I want Drew to take my virginity too," Angie said, abruptly. "I have ever since that night seeing him with Patti and Aunt Tina. I'm finally 18, and was planning to ask him at my party, like Carrie did with Patti. Whether I'm actively bisexual after that depends on how I like it, I guess."
"You'll like it," Eden said. "Drew was fantastic my first time, and he and Henry are always considerate lovers."
"I agree," Carrie said. "He was so much better than the guy who took my virginity. So, is that a yes? Can we?"
We looked around at each other, and Henry said, "If you're not on birth control now, I'll write and fill a prescription tomorrow. Until you're safe from pregnancy, you only need to avoid Drew since I had a vasectomy, but after that, I think you just need to ask individually, or have Patti add you to the scheduler if you want to act like full members of the family in the long term. To the outside world, you're our guests and Drew's cousins, of course, staying here after a fight with your parents. Keep in mind that sex between first cousins is illegal in Texas, too, unless you've gotten married in a state that allows it, which obviously isn't a solution here."
"Carrie's on the pill, but I'm not," Angie said. "Mom wouldn't allow Carrie until she was 18, and I haven't had a chance to see a doctor to get mine."
"What the scheduler?" Carrie asked.
Patti explained, "When it's just the six of us, we form two threesomes six nights of the week, and only get all of us in the same bed on Saturday nights, when we can have the extra time to be with as many partners as possible. I wrote this program to randomize the order of the six possible threesome combinations, then expanded it to allow for varying number of participants and constraints on the combinations, starting with having Sandy as our seventh member when she was home from school. It would be easy to have to it generate three triads instead, where one would be all-girl each night and perhaps I could add some coding so it would weight the odds so you're in that triad more often than the rest of us."
"And now Eden is your seventh member, instead of Sandy?" Carrie asked.
"Partially," Eden said. "Between dating you over the summer and starting college, I've limited myself to two nights with them during the week, in whichever grouping Toni was in that night, so Patti didn't need to include me in the sequencer. I didn't participate in the full group on Saturday nights until you left for college, because we were always out on dates. Tonight was one of the nights I wasn't participating, so I could be in the guest house for you to come over. I regret that we didn't get your mom's permission for you to be here."
"What about tonight?" Angie asked. "Can we be added to the schedule?"
Toni said, "Since you're not safe yet, Angie, I think the three of you ought to finish what Mimi interrupted. We can talk about tomorrow night in the morning, okay? We actually weren't planning to do our group night tomorrow because of your party, and that's obviously changed. Good night, girls."
"Thank you, Aunt Toni," Carrie said. "Good night."
We went back to the main house, and brought Amber up to speed. "So, just like that, we're nine now?"
"If that's what they want," I said.
"You think there's another possibility?" Amber asked.
I said, "Well, I think Eden, Carrie and Angie, as a separate triad, aligned with us instead of as full members, actually makes some sense, especially if Carrie and Angie do prefer women more than men. They have to hide Angie's participation from being discovered further, but since she doesn't have somewhere else to go right now, having Angie and Carrie both here is defensible. Although we might want to say Angie's occupying the guest room here rather than staying in the guest house with her sister and Eden, to make it look like we're putting an end to the incest. Mimi would have a hard time proving it was continuing, unless she came peeking through windows again."
Henry said, "It really all depends on what Tony and Mimi do from here. Having the police show up tomorrow to investigate while the six of us are in the same bed would not be a good thing. I think we need to restrict ourselves to the public triads until the girls leave for school Sunday, which definitely means they don't participate with us right now."
\~\~\~\~\~
October 22, 2016
The girls were definitely disappointed when we told them that we all needed to cool it for the weekend in case the police got involved, but they accepted it in the end.
We threw our own little birthday party for Angie, with a cake Mom baked for her and gave her the gifts we had already bought for her, which were gift cards to some of her favorite clothings stores. It helped cheer her up after being rejected by her parents.
\~\~\~\~\~
October 23, 2016
On Sunday morning, Henry and I took Carrie and Angie in our Sprinter van to their parents' house, with a bunch of moving boxes left over from our move. We packed up all of their possessions other than their bedroom furniture, since we didn't really need more beds and dressers, and Angie retrieved her car. Tony and Mimi were pretty much silent during the whole process, refusing to talk about anything with their daughters.
We were back to the house around noon, had lunch, unpacked, then the girls left for their drives back to school, grateful that they had a place to call home for Thanksgiving.
\~\~\~\~\~
November 18, 2016
Dang, almost another month between entries.
Sandy and Mandy decided to get married the afternoon after Thanksgiving in a small ceremony in our courtyard, so we invited Mandy's family, along with Ginger, Maria, Duke and Jean to have Thanksgiving dinner with us and they all accepted.
Sandy, Aaron and Jeremy were the first to arrive in Dallas, on the Friday before Thanksgiving, taking the second bedroom of the guest house, with Jeremy joining Tommy in the nursery. Mandy was due to arrive about noon the following day, as were Carrie and Angie. Eden would share her bedroom with Carrie while Angie, officially at least, was in the guest room in the main house.
Paula and Nancy were going to be arriving on Tuesday night, but stay at Steve's duplex.
At dinner that night, Sandy asked Patti, "Can Aaron and I be added to the scheduler for this week, as well as Mandy when she gets here?"
Patti thought for a few seconds, then turned and asked, "Eden, do you want me to include you in that this week, too, since you're out of school?"
Eden answered, "I will tonight, but once Carrie and Angie arrive, I want to be with just them at least a few nights, before they might decide to be added to the group. They've been hesitant to commit to it, when I've talked with them on the phone."
Patti said, "Okay, so that means we will have nine people in the rotation for now, with Mandy taking Eden's place in it tomorrow. Do we want to generate that as fours and fives, or as three triads?"
Toni said, "I prefer the triads, most of the time," and Mom concurred.
Patti said, "Okay, triads it is. Let me go to my laptop, and I'll come back with tonight's assignments." It only took Patti about three minutes before she was back, carrying the laptop. She said, "Small hiccup. If I generate six nights, with a requirement that each woman is with each man twice, with Eden and Mandy treated as one woman to the program, then the man who is with Eden tonight won't get to be with Mandy twice. Should I generate fours and fives instead?"
Sandy said, "I don't think Mandy would care, so long as she gets to be with Drew and Daddy at least once this week. Unless Eden wants to be with Aaron tonight, instead of a random pick. That way, Mandy would get Drew and Dad twice and Aaron doesn't miss being with Eden. How does that sound, Eden?"
Eden looked Aaron's way and said, "That's who I was hoping the program would pick, if I'm only getting one chance to be with him."
Patti said "Okay, so let me generate a sequence that starts with you and Aaron... Nope, that one's got you with Drew... Okay, that one will work. Everyone, tonight's triads are Aaron with Eden and Tina, Dad with Toni and Amber, and Drew, Sandy and Me."
Around nine o'clock, we went to bed. Sandy asked, "How long has it been since we've been together, Drew?"
"Before the 4th of July, I think. Once Mandy arrived, you were spending most of your time with her and her family and took yourself out of our rotation."
Sandy said, "You were all so busy getting ready for the move, we didn't want to be in the way."
"I almost didn't notice," Patti teased.
"You better notice me, tonight," she countered.
"Oh, for sure," Patti said, before kissing Sandy to get things started. I started working on Sandy's clothes, getting her blouse and skirt off in a minute, then unclasped her nursing bra and slipped it off of her shoulders.
Her tits were now a C-cup, and were already leaking a little bit of milk. I licked off the droplet and swirled around the areola. Patti did the same to the other nipple, ending with a quick suck to sample her milk. Slipping Sandy's panties off, I found her wet and ready.
Patti took off her shirt and pants, while Sandy was pulling my tshirt off, and opening my belt. Soon, we were all naked, and I pushed Sandy towards the edge of the bed, bent her over it, and shoved myself into her, starting a hard and fast fuck that I knew she liked from me, while Henry tended to be gentler with her.
Patti climbed onto the bed, and maneuvered her pelvis under Sandy's face, and Sandy began licking, her face getting pushed into Patti's pussy as I shoved her from behind. Sandy wrapped her arms around Patti's thighs and held on.
I felt my orgasm racing towards me, and pulled out, to crouch behind Sandy and lick her out for a couple of minutes, and she orgasmed while I was doing so. I stood back up and slammed into her, right into her gspot, and she flooded my groin with her juices. I kept on fucking her very wet pussy for another ten minutes until I came, then grabbed a towel to wipe up the wetness on my legs and Sandy's as she kept on eating Patti out.
When Patti finished cumming, Sandy stood, turned and launched herself into my arms, kissing me and saying, "You know what I need. Not even Aaron fucks me like that. Don't get me wrong, he's a great lover, but he never seems to sense when I really just need to be fucked the way you do."
"Make sure you tell him, then," Patti said, rising onto her elbows. "Men aren't mind readers, sis. Drew has good instincts, but expecting him to just know what I want is only asking for trouble. For example, right now I want him to fuck me just as hard as he did you, while you ride my mouth and I can return the favor for the fabulous orgasm you just gave me."
Patti scooted further up the bed, and gave us both a come-hither gesture with her finger. Sandy reached her first, giving Patti a long kiss before kneeling over her head and lowering her pussy onto Patti's mouth.
I got between Patti's legs, and slid all the way in on the first stroke, and slammed into her on the second. Our groins were slapping against each other, as Sandy started to scream with her first orgasm. Sandy reached down and pinched both of Patti's nipples, and Patti came around me as well.
We kept on in the same positions, more and more energy flowing between us, and when I finally came, they both came with me. I felt both exhausted and energized when I collapsed by their side and Sandy fell to the other side of Patti. She eventually turned herself around and exchanged kisses, saying, "I missed you both. Thanks for the welcome home."
\~\~\~\~\~
November 24, 2016
Carrie and Angie opted to not join the rotation that week, so Eden dropped out as she had indicated earlier. Mandy and Mom were my partners on one night, and Mandy and Sandy were my partners another, but I didn't get the time to journal our encounters before what happened on Thanksgiving Day.
Suzy, Sandra, Paula and Nancy showed up early Thanksgiving morning to assist Toni and Mom in the kitchen. I overheard some teasing about Suzy once setting Paula's kitchen on fire, but Sandra defended her, saying she'd turned into a wonderful cook.
With 22 adults and four kids in high chairs, we had to pull both of the extra dining room tables from the old houses from the storage area in the former barn and set them up in the dining room and living room to seat everyone.
Dinner conversation was pretty ordinary. It was after dinner that things went in a direction I totally didn't expect. After the babies were all laid to bed for naps, perhaps to sleep through the night, Sandra grabbed me into a deep kiss, Steve did the same to Mom and Paula kissed Henry.
When they let us go, Sandra said, "We think it's time for that 'more that might develop', don't you? You've got three Kings and those two superbeds between the two houses. That should be enough for all of us, right?"
I could immediately see Duke freeze up. "You mean swapping?" he asked. He turned to me, fear in his eyes, saying, "I can't, Drew. You know I can't."
Jean took his hand, and said, "Duke, come on, relax. There are 16 women here. Only four of them are Drew's wives. You can choose to avoid them, if you really need to. Take away the three you're already intimate with, that still leaves nine that you've never been with before. Are you really going to tell me that you're not interested in any of them?"
Paula spoke up, saying, "Steve and I want to group with Henry, Tina and Toni, so take me out of consideration."
Jean said, "So, that still leaves eight. Personally, I want you and Drew to be in whatever grouping I wind up in. Other than that, I don't care which of the other women are with us."
Angie said, "I want to be with Drew, too." I wondered whether she was still a virgin, as she had indicated at her birthday.
Jean chuckled, saying, "That makes four for one of the Kings. Do I hear a fifth or sixth for one of the superbeds, since we've got two guys?
"Us," said Suzy and Sandra, simultaneously.
"You okay with that, Duke?" I asked. "None of them are my wives, right?"
He said, "You're not marrying your cousins, are you?"
I answered, "No, we think they should have the same guest status that Maria and Ginger do, and you make love with them." Unspoken was that I hoped Jean would want that same status going forward.
"Then, okay," he said.
"Well, that fills the two big beds with half of us," Paula said.
Nick said to Aaron, "That leaves three King beds for two men and nine women? I haven't ever been with your Sandy, so I'd like that very much, and having her sister Amber at the same time would be good, too."
Sandy said, "Then I'd like Ginger to be our fourth. I still haven't made love to her, after all this time," to which Ginger nodded.
"That leaves me to choose from six women," said Aaron, "And I'm basically already married to two. I guess, Eden, Maria and Patti."
Mandy said, "That leaves Nancy, Carrie and I for the last King. Anyone have objections to the way that turned out?"
Nobody had one, so we had our groupings, with relatively little difficulty after Duke's initial resistance.
My group of six headed for the East Wing master bedroom, and it seemed to be a race to see who was undressed first. Soon, I was surrounded by four gorgeously naked women and a nervous-looking best friend. It didn't take much to guess what was on his mind.
"Just think of it as two threesomes side by side, that keep switching women, and you'll do fine, Duke," I said to him. "You and I don't even have to touch, in a bed this big."
Jean took me by the hand, and pulled me to the bed, pushing me onto my back, saying, "I requested you first, Drew, so I'm going to get first dibs on your prick." She quickly threw a leg over me, and raised my cock to her opening, and pressed downward. As ever, she had the tightest pussy of any woman I knew, so it took her two minutes to fully seat herself on me.
In the meantime, Suzy came to me and swung her leg over my face, and I got my first tastes of her, slipping my tongue as deep inside as I could. I knew I needed to focus on her, to keep the pleasure I was feeling from Jean from overwhelming me. Her labia were clean-shaven, with just a triangle of blond fur on her mound. I nibbled at her inner lips, before letting my tongue slip across her clitoral hood, her clit still hiding.
Beside me, I could just see Angie bouncing up and down on Duke's cock, while he was eating out Sandra. So much for my being the one to take Angie's virginity. "Right there, Duke," Sandra cried, before experiencing the first orgasm.
Returning my attention to Suzy, her clit had made its appearance, and I lightly flicked across it with my tongue, and Suzy gasped. I knew I needed to work her up further before returning to the clit, so I shoved my tongue as deep as I could into her hole, while lightly stroking her engorged labia with my finger tip. A small shudder went through her. Not quite an orgasm, but pretty close, and a small gush of fluid flowed over my tongue.
Her fluids were delightful, musky without being pungent, distinctly her. I lapped them up then returned my tongue to swiping across her lips, teasing her with near approaches to her clit that just missed. Her moans began to mix with sounds of disappointment as she began to react to the tease, and when I knew the time was right, I pressed my tongue against her urethra and swiped forward, right over her clit with a steady pressure, and she burst out in a scream and started to shake over me. I drew my tongue back, stroking across her hood and grazing the clit as I passed by it, and she shuddered even more. A series of rapid flicks and the first orgasm turned into a second, and she finally pushed herself off of me. She whispered, "Don't tell anyone else, but that's maybe the best oral I've ever had. You should teach a course."
By this point, my cock was on a hair trigger, almost like Jean's pussy were a milking machine and I was getting sucked into it. Jean made eye contact with me, smiled wickedly and immediately clamped down with her Kegels on the up strokes, and I lost it, my balls contracting to send a dozen streams of my sperm up into her, triggering her own orgasm which only served to make her muscles really squeeze me.
She eased herself onto my chest, and brushing her hand across a nipple whispered, "I missed you, Drew. I love you, too." I could only give her a kiss on the forehead, further words not needed between us in that moment.
Beside us, Duke, Sandra and Angie were reaching similar finishes, and the six of us took a few minutes to recoup, before we swapped partners.
Sandra said, "Sandy said you're fond of fucking the top women in a 69. Are you up for that, Angie? You on top, me underneath, licking you both while you eat me? Each time one of us orgasms, we roll over and Drew switches ends? Whichever of us gets him to cum gets the other to eat it out?"
"I'd love it, Sandra," Angie said, her eyes sparkling.
Angie and Sandra arranged themselves, and I pushed into Angie's tight pussy. Not quite as tight as Jean or Eden's but very close. Whether it had been tighter before Duke got to it, I don't know. I saw no traces of blood, so Angie must not have had a hymen left to tear, whether or not that meant Duke was her first. As I set up a slow thrusting motion, I looked over and Suzy, Jean and Duke were in the same position, with Suzy on top, but Duke was kneeling near the head of the bed with me toward the foot, so we were facing each other, and he had a huge grin on his face as he slipped into Suzy.
Sandra was again the first woman to cum in this round, and I pulled out of Angie and made my way to the head of the bed, while the two women rolled over. I was only side by side with Duke for a minute before Jean came, and he switched to the other end of the bed and began fucking his wife.
Sandra certainly didn't have the tightness of Jean or Angie, but she was perhaps the warmest pussy I'd ever been in, and what she knew about her muscle control could not be outmatched by any of the other women I'd ever been with, so the level of pleasure as I thrust in and out of her was incredible. I couldn't predict whether she'd squeeze me on the in stroke or the out, and it played havoc with my cadence. If not for the first orgasm, I would have easily cum into her, but Angie cried out with her orgasm, and we switched once more. It only took me two more minutes to fill my cousin's pussy up with semen.
I withdrew and let Sandra keep her promise, bringing Angie to yet another orgasm.
Duke and I both needed a few minutes to recover, so we excused ourselves to go get some drinks for the group, did a quick check on the kids and peeked into the guest room, where the sapphic trio of Mandy, Nancy and Carrie were in a daisy chain, moaning and crying out several times while we watched.
I felt my erection returning, and began walking back to the master bedroom. I could tell from my peripheral vision that Duke was bobbing up and down right beside me.
We got back to the bedroom to find that the four women had also formed a chain, Suzy eating Angie, who licked Sandra now, who had her face and two fingers in Jean's snatch, who was doing the same to Suzy.
Suzy was the first to notice we were back, and said, "Welcome back, guys. I'm the only one you haven't fucked yet, Drew, and Sandra hasn't been on Duke's dick, yet, so why don't we get that taken care of?"
Suzy and Sandra both lay on their backs on either side of the 69 which formed between Angie and Jean, and I lay between Suzy's legs while Duke lay between Sandra's, and we thrust into them at the same time.
Suzy felt nearly perfect around my cock, just behind Patti in that regard. Everything felt just right. Looking in her eyes, I could see how Steve had trouble resisting her, how Nick and Sandra would both fall for her and follow her to Dallas. It was that moment of perfect connection that I experienced with Patti.
I could probably have fucked her for an hour, right on the edge of orgasm the whole time, but I surrendered my third load to her after 25 minutes, only to hear Duke grunt beside me seconds later.
The two of us were probably drained for at least another hour. Suzy and Sandra displaced the other two women at the center of the bed, Angie coming to cuddle with me while Jean cuddled with Duke.
Angie softly said, "Are you angry that Duke got my virginity instead of you?"
I answered, "Did you think I would be? It's karma, if you know the whole story. I met and made love to Jean before him, so this evens things out. But it's not like you owed it to me, sweetie. I'm just glad it was a good guy that you got to be with."
I zonked out before Sandra and Suzy were done cleaning each other out.
\~\~\~\~\~
November 25, 2016
In the morning, I awoke with the covers pulled up, Angie on one side of me, Suzy on the other. Suzy saw my eyes open, and whispered, "I'm so glad I got that internship, although I suppose we would have met eventually, for the wedding."
"Me, too," I responded. "We just need to stay professional, if you get the job opening at ABC."
"Do you think I will?" she asked.
"You have my vote, although it might get discounted because I informed on myself that our families know each other. As friends, of course. I'm not sure what our status is now."
"Do I smell coffee?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Yup, want to join me in getting some?" I slipped out from Angie's grasp and we got out of bed. I grabbed a pair of sweat shorts from my dresser, and tossed Suzy one of my tshirts to put on. It looked far better on her.
It was indeed Mom in the kitchen, with Toni, getting started on a big batch of crumbled sausage and scrambled eggs, with two whole loafs of sourdough bread sitting by the toaster. I kissed them both good morning, then grabbed two mugs and poured coffee, preparing mine the way I like, and pointing Suzy towards the cream and sweeteners so she could fix hers.
"Do you want me to start on the toast, Mom?" I asked.
"Wait about five more minutes, Drew," Mom answered. "Once a few more people wake up, so that people can grab slices while we cook. I texted Sandy, and she's rousting the two groups that were in the Guest House last night."
When Sandy, Nick, Amber and Ginger came in, Suzy and I started in on the toast. Nick came to her and kissed her, as Amber came to me. Patti's foursome with Aaron, Eden and Maria was next, with everyone else not far behind. Patti and Amber went to gather up the kids and put them into their high chairs.
As we all got sat down at the three dining tables, Henry asked, "Is everyone okay with the results last night?"
Sandra was first to answer. "I had a great time. I just don't know if this needs to be a regular thing between all of us. Maybe a Thanksgiving tradition and another time during the summer?"
Amber popped that bubble, saying, "It's going to get harder and harder for us to keep these kids in the dark. They might not understand what we're saying right now, but by next year they will, and by the year after that they'll be saying it back to us, and to anyone else who'll listen. I don't think this is something we can ever repeat, with them here. Thanksgiving isn't like a Saturday night, when you can send the kids to a babysitter or even two. If we do want to repeat this, it would have to be planned around a non-holiday, so we can use 'date night' or some other reason to get the kids out of the way."
"That might rule out using Birthday Day in the summer, then," Sandy said.
"Maybe it's just best if we keep this as a fond memory and not try to repeat it," Sandra said.
After some more back and forth, we all agreed that we'd look for another date the next summer to try and arrange for the kids to be elsewhere and get together again for a different swap. As spontaneous as this felt, I wasn't sure we'd be able to get 22 people to agree on such a thing.
Folks started heading home after breakfast was over, to get ready for the wedding that afternoon. Mandy headed to her Dad's duplex, while Sandy stayed with us.
\~\~\~\~\~
About 11 o'clock that morning, Mimi called. "Drew, can I come over to talk to my girls?"
I answered, "Well, you've got my permission to come onto the property. It would be up to Carrie and Angie to decide whether they want to talk to you. I'll let them know you want to and I'll call you back if they refuse, so you don't waste time and gas."
I talked to the girls and they agreed, with one condition.
I called Mimi back. "Mimi? It's Drew. They agree, but they want me to be present for the conversation. Is that okay?"
"That's fine. I only want to ask them to come home, Drew."
When she got there, we met in the living room of the guest house, with Eden deciding to sit in on the conversation as well.
Mimi said, "Girls, I missed you terribly yesterday. I still think what you did was wrong, but you're my daughters and I want you to come home."
Angie quickly said, "Okay, Mom. Can I come home tomorrow, though? Sandy's getting married today, and I want to stay for it, and then pack my stuff again tomorrow. Is that okay?"
Mimi agreed and I said, "Mimi, I know you sent back your RSVP as a 'No', but if you and Tony want to be here, you're still welcome."
She smiled and said, "Thank you, Drew. We'll be here."
Carrie, on the other hand, said, "Mom, I think it would be better, if I stayed here, officially from now on. I really do love Eden, and what Angie and I did with her was to celebrate Angie's birthday, by mutual decision, not something we intend to be a long-term thing. I'm headed back to campus on Sunday anyway, but wouldn't it make more sense for Angie and I to live in different places when we're here in Dallas, where we're less likely to repeat what we did that night?"
Mimi grudgingly agreed, and left, returning before the ceremony with Tony and the other Barnes family.
The kiss Carrie and Angie exchanged after their mother left, however, left me with little doubt about their plans to continue being together.
\~\~\~\~\~
Sandy and Mandy's wedding service was simple and elegant. Both girls were in beautiful white dresses, escorted to an archway by their fathers, with their sisters as maid and matron of honor. In a break with tradition, once they were declared married, Aaron stood and joined them, and they exchanged vows with him as an unofficial commitment ceremony.
Nancy and Paula looked on with interest and I could tell they were itching to be saying those words along with them.
Of course, the secondary 'wedding' had my grandmother Marion muttering about bigamy, and I spent quite a bit of time during the reception talking with her about marriage as a legal construct where only one marriage license can be granted, and the type of marriage I had with Amber, which wasn't licensed, so it didn't break the bigamy laws.
\~\~\~\~\~
December 20, 2016
Four years. Dad's been gone for four incredible years, and it feels like a blink. Except for the evidence of this journal, that I've been keeping pretty steadily for the last four years, everything felt like it happened much faster, change after change after change.
Nothing as dramatic as Thanksgiving has happened in the four weeks since then, and I realized that I hadn't journaled at all since then. We've been getting ready for Christmas, getting closer to Toni's due date and coping with her reduced ability to chase four toddlers around. Eden and Jody have been helping around their school schedules, but Mom finally had to take a leave to be home with Toni until classes let out. Suddenly, we'll have Eden, Carrie, Angie and Jody all available as baby sitters, right up to Toni's due date. Patti and Amber are then going to take vacation during Toni's recovery period once the others are back to school, with Eden starting at University of Texas' Dallas campus.
It's been getting harder to find time to keep up this journal. This seems as good a point as any to stop writing in it. It's not like anyone's ever going to read it, being an admission of crimes and all that. I suppose if I changed all of the names and cities and such, I might be able to self-publish, but I can't see myself having the time.
That doesn't mean my life is no longer interesting, that's certainly not true, it's more complex than ever, with our family interacting with several others in our little Dallas Incest Club. It's just that my time is better served being father and husband to this splendid family that we've developed. Since Dad died. Because Dad died. When my love for my mom took an unexpected turn and made her my wife, and all of the things that developed after that.
Maybe some day, when my life gets simpler again, I'll return to writing the events since now, but I have no idea when that might be.
\~\~\~\~\~
Epilogue:
June 20, 2017
Six months since I stopped writing my journal at the fourth anniversary of Dad's death, and I thought an update was in order.
Toni gave birth on January 15th to a son she named Joshua Kannady Kilson in honor of her father, but only got to nurse Josh and Tommy, as the other four toddlers finished weaning just after New Years. Thankfully, Josh wound up with blue eyes yet looks more like Gavin than he resembles his half-sisters. We just have to keep him from falling in love with Sharon before we can explain to them why that's a problem. Gavin will at least grow up thinking the girls are both his nieces, believing that Amber and I are both his half-siblings. Josh would only believe that about Amber, so would only think of Kyra as his niece.
While Toni finished her Marketing degree with high honors, she has chosen to be a stay at home mom/nanny for our whole family, with our blessing, and markets products to aid breast feeding over the Internet, making more money every month.
Carrie proposed marriage to Eden on New Year's Eve. They don't plan to get married until Eden has graduated from UT Dallas, in another three years, but I won't be surprised if they can't wait that long. Angie has also been a frequent overnight visitor to the guest house over breaks and this summer, to Mimi's continued dismay, although she can't really disprove their claims that they're making love with Eden without making love with each other. Mimi still doesn't know that some of those overnight visits have been to the beds inside the master bedrooms in the main house.
Maria and Ginger exchanged commitment vows with Duke and Jean in a little private ceremony in our courtyard in March, committing to be a poly quad at last, in private anyway. Duke and Jean bought Center from us, while Ginger and Maria bought the other two houses and are going to move into East when the current tenant's lease is over in September, and restore the privacy fencing and gate between the properties so they can live like Mom, Patti and I originally envisioned when we bought that house.
They offered West to Wendy and Toby after Wendy graduated, but were turned down, so they will continue renting it out after screening the view to the pool again. Toby is still unwilling to share Wendy, so the two of them remain in Denver, occasionally visited by Ginger, but no longer intimate with her, 'until Toby grows up', in her words. I'm not holding my breath.
Duke still won't get involved with my wives, but Jean has indeed pursued guest status with our family, and I've made love to his three wives in his presence several more times in the past months, and many more times without him. Maybe some day, he'll let himself return the favor and we could consider merging the two marriages. Again, I'm not holding my breath.
Sandy, Mandy, Aaron, Paula and Nancy are happy together in Minneapolis raising Jeremy, as Sandy and Mandy continue their educations.
We're joining Steve, Suzy, Sandra and Nick in visiting them for two weeks, starting July 1st, reversing the Jensen family's past tradition of Suzy and Mandy visiting Steve in Dallas in July. We actually think it will become a new tradition for both families, to bond us ever closer. Steve is arranging a charter on a business jet belonging to Caplex Industries, where he and Nick work. Spread across 16 passengers, it will actually cost us less than that many first class seats on a commercial flight would, and be far more convenient and comfortable, given the need to transport 6 car seats and strollers. Plus, it lets us fly out of a smaller business airport and avoid TSA lines. We're renting a six bedroom vacation home on one of the many lakes, for the families to share. The kids will occupy two bedrooms, the adults four. Which four will probably shuffle during the stay.
Suzy graduated from college last month, with honors, and was hired by ABC to work for us, and was assigned to my team. She and Nick and Steve and Sandra married on June 3rd, and are treating the trip to Minneapolis as their honeymoon. Nobody at ABC realizes our families have been more than friends, which is just how we want it. We did manage to swap with the four of them again over Memorial Day weekend, before the wedding.
Matt, Sophia and Carla are still happy together, and Matt has finally given up his dream of working in the automotive industry to continue running the family furniture business, which is thriving under their management. Sophia is three months pregnant with their first child.
Henry and Ginger's medical practice is doing better than ever, and they enlisted a third doctor named Andy Cole back in April, which let Henry take the time off for the Minnesota trip. Mom was nominated for an OB/GYN Nurse of the Year award for the Dallas area, but didn't win.
Patti and I both earned promotions at our jobs, and are team leads now. Amber is doing great at the gallery, and may get a promotion to Assistant Buyer soon. That might require quite a few trips out of town, but she loves it, and she knows we have her back.
Most importantly, our kids are healthy, although having four kids going through the terrible twos at the same time would try the patience of a saint, I swear.
Until the next time, farewell.
\~\~\~\~\~
Author's Note: When I started writing First Year After more than a year ago, I had only been writing erotica for two months, feeling gratified in Literotica's response to my first stories, including the three-part "Dad, Do I Turn You On?". Jumping right into plotting and writing a multi-year story arc and also including a cross-over to "Dad" was probably way more ambitious than I had any right to be. Once I got started, I was committed to finish, even if I took breaks to write other stories in between books or even in between chapters.
More than a year and 240,000 edited words or so later, I've reached the end of my planned four-year arc, with the last of the revelations and new relationships, at least until Jody turns 18 in 2019, when I expect she'll wind up marrying Angie and making that grouping a quad, before the four of them start wanting babies after completing college. Or maybe they might add a young man in the meantime so that Drew doesn't have to be the Dad. Until then, things have reached stasis of sorts for these families, particularly as Drew's family has to start hiding their incest from their own kids, so it's time to put them on the shelf for a while and focus on some new stories where I'm not feeling the pressure to get back to writing this series. Eventually I might write some prequels, of Henry falling for Amber and his first relationship with Ginger, or Toby and Wendy's story, to fill in this universe. But not right away, for sure.
If you're here at the end of Fourth Year After, I hope you've enjoyed the story I've spun, and I thank you for your persistence. If you've voted, commented or marked a chapter as your favorite, thank you even more.
Leenysman |
Fox and Guests Pt. 01A | 23,523 | 4.56 | 666,863 | [] | The Screen came to life and standing before the camera was a stunning Martha MacCallum. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Fox and Guests here on the new Fox pay network. Being a pay network we'll be able to show the steamier side of our business. Just to give you a brief line-up of what you'll be seeing on a daily basis here on Fox and Guests. We'll be here daily from 8 AM till noon. From noon till 4 PM you'll be treated to back to back NEW episodes of FFFF (Fox Female Fantasy Forum). After our group disbanded last year, we all decided to resurrect and have a number of new fantasies. We are all sure you'll love this show. From 4 PM till 8 PM we'll be repeating the morning Fox & Guest show.
From 8 PM till 10 PM we'll be showing our version of some very old and some even newer television shows with a complete new twist to them. The first day we have planned a resque version of Leave it to Beaver and Anger Management. To finish the day's programming will be From 10 PM till 2 Am the show is titled Fox and Guests Extreme, if you thought our show is hot, just wait till you see what goes on at the Extreme show.
Well to get the show started I would like to tell you a little about our show. We'll consist of four of us from Fox and the guests will consist of four from other networks consisting of TWC, CNN, Headline News, MSNBC, ABC, NBC, CBS, Golf Channel, ESPN and even some from network commercials and even occasionally Hollywood.
Today along with me is Anna Kooiman; our male counterparts are Brian Kilmeade and Bill Hemmer. From MSNBC we have Alex Witt and Dick Gregory from NBC. From Headline News we have Reynolds Wolfe and from the Weather Channel we have Kelly Cass. So without further ado I present out group, come on everyone, come on out to our oversized curvy couch!"
Brian Kilmeade came out dressed in black dress pants and an open-collared light blue dress shirt. Anna followed in a powder blue sleeveless shift a wide black belt around her waist, it accented her ample hips, full tight ass and C sized tits. The dress ended six inches above the knee and when she took a seat beside Brian, it slid up exposed nearly all of her full tanned thighs. Bill Hemmer followed with Alex Witt; he was dressed similar to Brian as was Reynolds and Dick who followed Alex, along with Kelly Cass.
Alex was dressed in a white linen coat dress with huge gold buttons from bodice to hem. It ended about three inches above her large thick thighs and the bottom three buttons were unbuttoned. Just like Anna, a thick black patent leather belt cinched at the waist accented her womanly hips and large tits. When she took a seat beside Dick, the coat parted and showed an ample amount of thick thighs above her matching white stockings held up by white garters. When she shifted her black lacy panties popped into view giving all who looked a glimpse of what she had to offer.
Kelly took a seat beside Reynolds and half of her legs were hidden by a pair of brown knee high, high-heeled boots, the rest of her legs were encased in black stockings. When she crossed her legs, a glimpse of bare skin was visible beneath the hunter green wrap-around dress as it parted and drifted from her legs.
Martha smiled from ear to ear as her light blonde hair, styled sexily in a just fucked look; it tumbled down her shoulders and rested on her ample tits. She was wearing a bright red dress; it had a high neck with a wide golden zipper from neckline to hem. It had a large gold hoop dandling from the talon tempting all of the men to grab it and yank it down. The hem ended modestly at her trim dimpled knees and her perfectly turned calves promised even shapelier thighs hidden beneath the dress. Her bright red lip-gloss matched her dress.
Now all seated them began to converse and nervously looked from one sexy anchor to another. The women scooted closer to the attractive men beside them and made them uncomfortable when their hands gently rested on the men's thighs.
Brian got the ball rolling when he turned to Anna and smiled at her slyly; "Anna did you notice the two huge beds over there across the studio?"
Anna broke out her patented North Carolina grin which lit up the entire set; "Oh yeah Brian, I don't think any of us could miss those beds. I know we have to test them out and give our blind assessment of how well they hold out under the rigors of four of us frolicking around on them, am I correct?"
Bill chuckled; "Rigors of frolicking is a polite way of saying it I'd say! From what I heard this is going to be a three day test. One day one group will test out the Temper-pedic mattress, another day the group will test out a Select-Number mattress and the third group will test out a traditional Sealy mattress. I wonder which one we'll be "frolicking" on Martha, any idea?"
Martha's face turned as red as her dress and grinned from ear to ear. "Mmmmmm, well Bill I think there is one sure way to find out." She stood up on her black high-heels and taking him by the hand, pulled him to his feet; "Why don't we head over to the bed with the black satin sheet and test it out? Anyone else interested in joining Bill and me, slipping between those slippery satin sheets?"
Reynolds stood and took Kelly by the hand; "How about the two of us jumping networks and join Bill and Martha?"
Kelly tossed her long dirty blonde hair over her shoulder and nodded and joined Reynolds on the black satin sheets.
Brian got Anna to her feet and led her to the bed with the red satin sheets and was followed by Dick Gregory and Alex Witt.
Things progressed at a leisurely pace Martha took a seat on one side of the bed with Bill standing before her. On the other side of the same bed Reynolds was seated with Kelly standing in-between his wide spread legs.
The other bed had the same situation with Anna and Dick seated and Brian and Alex standing in front of their partners.
Martha reached out and tugged at Bill's belt, opening it, she drew down his zipper allowing his pants to puddle about his ankles. Kicking them aside he slid between her thighs and reaching out gripped the large gold ring and smiling down at her, drew the large zipper downward. He continued to pull at it until he reached the hem of her dress. Making one last tug, it gave way and the rather tight dress parted exposing her tan, trimmed body.
Bill drew the dress from her shoulders and gazed at Martha's lithe body covered in a matching pair of thin, sexy black lace bra and trim boy panties cut high on her hips. Her full lipped pussy showed through the tight material showing her camel-toe nicely. Leaning forward he swept her sexy blonde tresses from her neck and shoulders and placed a hot wet kiss on the flesh below her ear. Nipping lightly making her squirm and lean into the kiss.
On the other side of the bed Reynolds, still seated, reached out and drawing Kelly's lush body to the edge of the mattress, cupped her large bubble butt, buried his face in her belly. Inhaling her fresh scent his hands came around and finding the tie near her waist, tugged on it, pulled the bow until it gave way. The silky dress parted and as her full womanly body appeared, Kelly shrugged her shoulders and the dress floated to the floor behind her. Reynolds began planting hot wet kisses along her lower chest and belly. Gripping her panties in his teeth, he pulled at them until the bridge of his nose was nestled at the top of her steamy cunt.
Kelly let out a gasp and ran her fingers through his hair as she urged him on. When he gripped her panties in his hands and pulled them off her ample ass and down her thick thighs, they caught on her boots and Kelly reached down and nearly tore them from her legs. Before she could straighten up, Reynolds tongue replaced his nose and he found her clit. Flicking at it, he unhooded the stiff button and drawing it between his lips began sucking in the stiff nub.
Kelly's hips jerked forward forcing more of her pussy into his oral cavity. Unable to bear any more of his expert sucking, she let out a loud groan and shivered from head to toe and began to have an intense orgasm. She couldn't stand any longer, she slumped to her knees at the edge of the bed and her head rested on his strong thighs.
On the other bed Anna had Brian's pants and shorts down about his feet and had her long slim fingers around his cock. It quickly grew to its full length, about six or seven inches long, and rather thick. As she pumped it up and down a large drop of pre-cum came oozing out and Anna felt her pussy getting hotter and very wet. Leaning down she ran her tongue around the thick head. Closing her fat lips around the head she sucked hard and her cheeks were drawn in and Brian reached down and swept her long silky hair from her face.
Brian closed his eyes and took in the exquisite feeling of her lips and tongue attacking his cock. Letting go of her hair, Brian slid his hands into her back. Finding the zipper on her dress, he drew it downward until it stopped at the base of the track. He drew the dress from her shoulders and it settled around her waist. Her mouth sank deeper onto his shaft and she lifted her ass, with his cock buried in her mouth, Anna tugged the tight dress off her full thighs and kicked it aside.
Anna was still bent over slurping and sucking on Brian's cock. He popped open her bra clasps and pulled the garment off, tossing it to the bed. Her large full tits swayed back and forth and mustering up all his strength, pulled Anna off his cock and pushed her back onto the bed.
Anna swung her body around and lay back on the plush pillow. Her million dollar smile lit up the room and her long silky light blonde hair was draped over her shoulders and covered the upper slopes of her firm tits.
Brian was amazed, with Anna on her back; her tits stood high on her chest and didn't spread out on her chest. Climbing up between her full firm thighs he reached out and grabbing her panties, he slid them down and off her shapely legs. Leaning back on his haunches he took in the peaches and cream body before him.
Her pussy was gleaming in the light of the studio. The lips were swollen and her clit was popping out from the hood trying to hide it. A large patch of pubic hair above her pussy directed him to her treasure in desperate need of attention. Her full thighs parted and she crooked her finger at him beckoning him to her treasure.
On the other side of the bed Alex Witt stood between Dick Gregory's wide-spread legs. She leaned down and planted a hot wet kiss on his lips. While she was doing this, her hands were busy removing his shirt and opening his trousers. Her eyes bugged out when she fished his cock out of his pants and was greatly disappointed when she found him completely stiff already, her problem was he couldn't have been more than three or four inches long and rather slim. Her only hope was that he had a great tongue and mouth.
Dick looked up at Alex and recognized the look of disappointment on her face and tried to console her; "I know you must be disappointed by the lack of length and girth as far as my penis goes, especially after seeing the other ladies have a whole lot more to enjoy. Hopefully my fingers, tongue and mouth can still satisfy you adequately, if not maybe after the first go-round, one or more of the gentlemen can take care of your needs!"
Alex gave Dick a weak smile and just nodded. Her smile grew larger when his hands slid up her coat dress and began to slowly unbutton the large gold button holding the dress closed. Working from the bottom and moving upward they popped open. One after the other they slipped through the button holes and when he reached the last one, the one even with her large straining tits, he slid it open and the coat sprung open.
Dick's breath caught in his throat as he gazed at the incredible outfit she was wearing beneath the coat. Slipping it off her shoulders, it crumpled at her feet and Dick's eyes adorned her lush figure. She was wearing a satin and lace white bustier, it barely contained her large tits and her huge areoles and nipples showed through the thin lace briefly covering them. It was tight along her waist and belly, below white garters attached to it; it held her sheer white stocking. A white satin thong, now wet, clung to her pussy and her fat pussy lips were visible through the taut material.
Alex ran her fingers though Dick's thick grey hair and she didn't have to do much to guide his head to her treasure. She let out a gasp when she felt his tongue flick out and push the wet satin panel deeper into her pussy. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed tight as she felt his tongue become even more active.
His one hand pulled roughly at the thong and it lay in ruins about her ankles, his other hand was planted firmly on her ass, squeezing the large globes and pulling her tighter against his active mouth.
On the other bed Bill continued to rain wet kisses all along Martha's graceful neck. Moving lower he nuzzled the twin mounds of firm flesh, reaching behind her he popped open her bra and as it fell to her lap, he blew hot and cold streams of air on her perky nips.
Martha let out a tiny groan and tried to feed him her tits. He moved back slightly and smiled up into her gorgeous, large blue eyes; "Mmmm my god Martha, your breasts are amazing, would you like me to kiss them and suck on them?"
Letting out another groan she let out a gasp; "Oh fuck Bill, stop teasing me and suck on my god damn tits!"
He let out a chuckle and before she could speak again he cut her short by closing his lips over one stiff nipple and began to suck, his hands were active too. They skimmed over her exquisite body and caressed her gorgeous trim thighs, her slim waist and along her contoured back. His fingers raked through her tousled hair, producing yet another moan from her lips. His mouth moved to her other tit and licking it, he had it covered it in saliva. Abandoning her tits he moved down across her lower chest, her flat belly and ended up nestled between her outstretched legs.
Martha leaned back on her elbows and her head fell back. Her luxurious locks danced across the black satin sheets and she arched her hips inviting Bill to remove her, by now, soaked panties. She bit seductively at her pouting lower lip and let out a long sigh when she felt her panties dangling off one foot. Kicking it aside she planted both feet flat on the edge of the bed and held her breath when she felt Bill's hands on both knees.
Bill slowly parted her thighs and leaning down between them looked up briefly, again took in her beauty. Seeing the light brown thatch of hair directly above her glistening pussy, he watched as her belly rose and fell from her labored breathing and her rosy red nipples shining in the light of the studio, covered in his saliva and stiff as marbles. He caught her gaze and her eyes were smoking with lust and want as she licked her full lower lip and whispered hoarsely; "Come on Bill, do it, do it now, lick my pussy! Oh fuck you've gotten me so fucking hot it feels like I'll explode as soon as you touch me. Watch out, I don't want your tongue to sizzle when you touch my red hot cunt!"
Just like her tits, he leaned in and alternated blowing a cool breeze on her pussy and then breathed a hot stream of air on her pussy.
Martha let out a long grunt and leaning forward, gripped his head and shoved it into her steamy crotch. She let out an ear-piercing scream when he shoved his tongue as deep into her waiting pussy as he could, her entire body convulsed and shook as she immediately started cumming. Martha fell back onto the mattress, she rolled her head from side to side and stopped and smiled dreamily into the dark steamy eyes of Reynolds.
Reynolds had fallen back onto the mattress not too long ago as Kelly was on her knee between his thighs, her mouth stuffed full of his cock.
Kelly was an expert cocksucker and his entire belly and upper thighs were covered in her dirty blonde hair.
Reynolds couldn't see her face, all he could feel was the fantastic sensation of the cum being drawn out of his nuts as Kelly sucked harder on his cock.
She was making obscene sounds as she sucked licked and popped her lips on and off his cock.
Reynolds twisted his head slightly and raising his hands drew Martha's mouth to his own and as their lips met, their partners down below licked and sucked harder on their pussy and cock.
Martha drove her tongue deep into Reynolds' mouth and her eyes shot open wide when Bill found her clit. Sucking on it and stabbing at it with his tongue, Martha stiffened, groaning into Reynolds' mouth started cumming a second time.
Reynolds could not hold off the onrushing orgasm and the dam broke and he filled Kelly's incredible mouth with his huge creamy load.
Bill and Kelly continued to plant tiny kisses on Martha's pussy and Reynolds' cock. They slowly extracted their cum covered faces from their partners legs and Martha and Reynolds lazily spun on the bed allowing Bill and Kelly to stretch out alongside their sedated and glistening bodies.
On the other bed Brian rose up from between Anna's soaking wet thighs. The white satin sheets beneath her had a large wet spot from her pussy juices.
Anna's silky blonde hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead and she licked her parched lips. They still glistened from the pink lip-gloss and pulling his head up to her receptive body, her lips came in contact with his just as his thick stiff cock penetrated her pussy lips. Her tongue drove into his mouth as he sank into her swamp-like pussy. Her gorgeous well-muscled thighs came up and claimed his torso. She locked her ankles together and began to meet Brian's thrust with just as urgent ones of her own.
Brian fought with her tongue and as hers retreated into her mouth, Brian followed and was now filling two of her cavities. The Select Number bed on their side was turned up to ninety and there was very little give and each of Brian's thrust was going deeper than usual.
Anna tore her mouth from his and her teeth sank into his shoulder as she raced faster and harder to another crashing orgasm.
Brian was at his end as he felt Anna tighten around his cock. He picked up the pace and as Anna came, her legs fell to the bed, with her feet planted flat on the mattress she drove hard against him and stiffen when she felt his cock expand, swell up and explode in her juicy cunt.
Anna raked her fingers down Brian's back and twitched uncontrollably as she came again, feeling Brian fill her up. She planted a hot wet kiss on his mouth and lazily danced from her mouth and back again.
Next to them Dick was on his back and Alex was above him. He had her bustier pulled down to just below her huge tits and he palmed her tits as she drove her pussy up and down on his tiny cock.
It barely penetrated her because it's small size and her large meaty thighs. The only redeeming quality was that with each thrust up and down, he slipped from her pussy and scraped just right across her stiff cock-like clit.
Dick let out a loud grunt and it was over before it even began, at least to Alex it did. He smiled up at her and let out a loud burst of air; "That was fantastic Alex, sorry I couldn't make you cum. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll make you smile even more than you made me!"
On the other bed Martha and Kelly were astride Bill and Reynolds. They made it a competition seeing who could make their partner cum first and both Bill and Reynolds were up for the challenge.
Martha was sliding up and down on Bill's cock and at the same time she was grinding her hips in a circular motion making greater contact on his body with her clit and she was racing towards yet another orgasm. Her head whipped around sending her wild light blonde hair all about her shoulders and upper chest.
Bill was just sitting back with a huge smile on his face as he took in the gorgeous body. Unable to lie still beneath her any longer, he first started by cupping her firm, full tits and thumbing her stiff nipples. He then began meeting her downward movement with his upward thrusts and the entire studio was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and their groans blended together.
Bill wrapped his arms around her and drew her down to his sweat covered body. With her bent over, it gave him free access to pump into her pussy without restrictions.
Martha lost it and grinding her pussy down to his stiff cock screamed out; "Oh fuck Bill, I'm cumming, please, please cum with me! Oh fuck we should have done this a long, long time ago and I swear IT WILL NOT be the last time!"
Bill knew he was going to lose it too. His mouth covered hers cutting her off from talking. His tongue filled her mouth and they sucked greedily at one another. He groaned into her mouth and began shooting his hot cum deep in her pussy.
Martha let go too, coating Bill's cock with her cum and she shook and sucked harder on Bill's tongue when she felt his cum shot into her tight cunt. She hugged him as hard as she could and couldn't move as every nerve in her body tensed up and she squashed her firm tits against his sweat covered chest. Martha rested her head on his shoulders, both were breathing hard as they basked in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.
Next to them Kelly was trying hard to keep up with Martha as she rode Reynolds, not as frantically, but with slow deliberate movements of sliding up and down on his cock. She shifted her angles allowing his cock to slide against different walls of her cunt with each downward thrust.
Reynolds slid his hands up and fisted his hands in her dirty blonde hair and pulling down, she locked her lips onto his and he drove his tongue into her oral cavity. His hands slid down her lush body and cupped her ample ass; he guided her up and down on his cock. He tickled her starred hole and when she groaned, he shoved a finger up her puckered hole up to the second knuckle.
Kelly arched her back and letting out a loud groan bathed his cock with her juices. She slowed her movement as an intense orgasm washed over her body. She let out a shriek when Reynolds suddenly rolled her over onto her back, his cock still buried deep in her cunt.
He gripped her meaty thighs and placed them over his shoulders. His hands were gripping her hips and he picked up the pace, his feet dug into the mattress as his entire body left the bed. His feet were the only part of his body touching the bed. Stretched out he began pounding into her like a locomotive. He did push-ups in and out of her and she wrapped her arms around his upper body and bit down on his shoulder as she felt him let loose his cum.
Falling down upon her lush body they clutched at one another, they breathe gasping out in bursts as they stroked each other as they came down from their intense fucking.
After about five minutes Reynolds rolled off of Kelly and stood over the other bed. Anna crawled out as Reynolds took her spot; "I think the three of you need to take care of Alex there! I know the way she looks; she needs a good hard fucking."
Brian half sat up; "Where are you going Anna?"
She giggled; "Well Brian after hearing the way Martha was screaming, I thought I'd take a run at Bill and maybe a little girl on girl with Martha or Kelly!"
Martha rolled off of Bill; his cock was already getting hard again. It was gleaming in the lights of the studio, still covered in the cum juices from Martha's pussy and his huge orgasm. She landed on Kelly and the two of them immediately began kissing one another. Within minutes they were twisted about, locked in a sixty-nine beside Bill and Anna.
Anna was kneeling over Bill; her head was bobbing feverously taking more and more of his cock into her mouth and down her throat.
Bill was fisting her silky blonde locks and thrusting his hips upward fucking her mouth. Anna let out a loud groan when Martha slid around and on her back she began licking at Anna's cum filled cunt.
Martha sucked harder on Anna cunt and lapped at her clit. Her hands slid upward and palmed Anna's tits and had to share them with Bill who let go of her hair and played with her firm tits.
Kelly had her head buried in-between Martha's thighs; she was sucking loudly at Martha's dripping pussy. She sucked and swallowed all of the cum Bill had deposited there recently. She continued sucking drawing out the juices Martha was producing and finding her clit began to flick away at it, drawing it between her lips. She added two fingers and they were quickly coated in Martha's juices.
Anna pushed Bill back onto his back and climbed upon his saliva covered cock. In one quick movement, she buried Bill's cock deep into her cunt. She immediately began riding his cock like a wild woman, her hair whipped around her head as she raced towards an explosive orgasm.
Martha slid back over to Kelly and they scissored their thighs together, rubbing their clits together, clutching at each other and they locked lips as they groaned into each other's mouths and started cumming.
Bill needed to consume Anna and rolling her over, he quickly flipped her over and pulling her up onto her knees, he gripped his cock and drove into her pussy with one swift thrust.
Anna reared up and pushed back meeting his thrust with one of her own. The two of them slammed back and forth as the two of them raced towards a crashing orgasm.
Bill looked down at her gorgeous ass and slapped it hard and she groaned and pushed back even harder. She started cumming when Bill slipped a finger up her ass and felt her tighten around his finger. Shoving it in deeper he felt Anna cumming around his cock and losing it he shot his hot, heavy load deep in her pussy.
On the other bed the three men were ravishing Alex's womanly body. Reynolds was on his back, he was guiding Alex up and down on his cock. Behind her Brian was slowly sliding his cock in and out of her tight bubble butt.
Dick was standing beside her, he fed her his cock and she let out a little giggle; "I always liked eating Vienna Sausages, I never thought I'd love sucking on one too!"
Reynolds had loosened the strings on the bodice of her bustier and her huge tits were bared and he sucked on one while Dick plucked away at the stiff nipple on the other mound.
Brian picked up the pace shoving his cock deeper and harder into her ass. He slapped away at the large cheeks and she groaned and pushed back with each slap.
Alex had already lost count on how many orgasms she had and her entire body was dripping with sweat as she was being ravished by the three men.
Brian was the first to cum, keeping his cock buried deep in Alex's tight ass, he filled her bowels with his hot cum. Slipping out slowly, his cum oozed out of her ass and when Dick saw this he began shooting the cum from his tiny nuts down her throat. She swallowed all he had and as he fell away this left Reynolds alone with Alex. Rolling her over he began fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. Her large meaty thighs surrounded his waist and her ankles locks together. They fucked like two machines meeting each other's need to cum one last time.
When Reynolds bit down on one blood red nipple she lost it, her legs flailed about and started cumming, bathing his cock with her hot creamy juices. He was about to cum too, but wanted to see her covered in his cum. Quickly pulling out; he straddled her chest and shot his thick heavy load all over her face and into her hair. Totally spent he fell against her pillow-like tits and lay there trying to regain his composure.
The camera moved back to the other bed where the three women and Bill watched intently at the other bed and Martha laughed; "Well ladies and gentlemen, I sure hope you enjoyed watching the inaugural show of Fox & Guests as much as we enjoyed putting it on for you. As for Alex, it looks like she was the one left out at first, but ended up with the best results. I think you'll all agree that these mattresses were superb and I'm sure tomorrow our Fox & Guests will put the next mattress to the test, hopefully as well as we did. We hope you tune in tomorrow as Fox's Julie Bandaras, Mary Catherine Ham, Kelly Wright and Eric Shaun are joined by HLB's Kyra Phillips and A.J. Hammer and MSNBC's Chris Jansing and Brian Williams. Stay tuned for the first show of our own FFFF starring Robin Meade from what I've heard it one wild, wild fantasy. So until later this is Martha MacCallum saying come on back tomorrow for our second show of Fox & Guests!"
\*
*Editor's note: This is a new series; each day consists of six stories and will be submitted in a group of six one day apart. There may be a lengthy delay between each day seeing they will only be released when all six stories are completed.
As always, please vote and your comments are appreciated!* |
Matt and Michelle Ch. 04 | 7,437 | 4.62 | 2,159,551 | [
"incest",
"taboo"
] | I was hammering a nail into a board in shop class. Wait, no, that's not right. I was stomping my feet on a wood floor. Was I? No, I was pounding on a door. But I wasn't pounding on a door. Someone was pounding on a door.
I awoke from dreaming all of these things to hear actual knocking on my front door. It was 10 am. After a night of sexual exploration broken up by little naps, I was not really all there. Michelle pulled a pillow over her head with one hand and gripped my arm with another as I crawled out of bed with the intention of answering the door.
"Just ignore it and they'll leave," she mumbled from behind her pillow shield.
Even though she had induced an explosive orgasm from me just a few hours before, I was once again half hard. None of my clothes were in her room so I stumbled into the hallway and grabbed a towel from the bathroom on my way down the stairs. I was seriously hoping it was someone trying to sell something or convert me, and the sight of me throwing off my towel and being in all of my naked glory would cause them to run the other way and never show up again.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me," I sighed to myself as I glanced through the peephole. Michelle's friend Kelsey was right there on our front step, banging on the door. I decided to just yell through the door and avoid having her see me in a towel.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"Hi Matt it's Kelsey! I'm picking up Michelle. We're going to the track meet. She's not answering texts and I've been outside for like forever." Boner: killed. "Can I come in?"
Shit.
"Oh, uhhhh sorry! Yeah, she left early this morning. I think she said she was going to the gym. Maybe she'll meet you there? At the track meet?"
There was a pause. Kelsey was rude and intrusive and pushy and the chances that she'd leave were slim.
"Well can I come in for a minute? I need to use the bathroom."
Shit. Again shit. I glanced behind me and Michelle was crouching halfway down the stairs. Her hair was tousled and she was wrapped in a sheet. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.
"Yeah, bathroom, fine." I wildly gestured for Michelle go to back up to the room and close the door. I opened the door for Kelsey who was dressed like she was about to go clubbing, not to be a track meet spectator. I braced myself for the heavy flirting that was about to happen. This girl could not take a hint.
"Soooo...are you by yourself this morning?" She was smirking and glancing down at my towel.
"Ah, no. Nope. Got a girl upstairs. So, you know, gotta get back." I glanced longingly at the top of the stairs. It wasn't a lie. I did have a girl up there and was itching to get back. It just so happened that girl was my sister.
"So you need to use the bathroom? You know the guest bathroom - right there behind the den. Knock yourself out."
Kelsey looked crestfallen but I'm not sure if that made her any less determined. I could tell she was deliberating in her head about how far she would push it. Before she could ask any more questions or follow up, the shower went on upstairs. Kelsey's eyes widened and she leaned her body and glanced up the stairs, as though she could see into the bathroom from that angle.
"You know what? It's cool. Sorry to have disturbed you. I can use the bathroom at the track. Tell Michelle to text me when you see her." She made a hasty retreat and I let out the biggest sigh of my life. Once she was gone and I heard her car leaving the driveway, I charged up the stairs lightning fast to get back to my love.
The bathroom was already steamy and Michelle was in the shower singing something from Hamilton. I dropped the towel and opened the shower door, stepping in and pressing myself against her back. I was already half hard again.
"Well, hello you." I could hear the smile in her voice.
"I got rid of our intruder. Do I get a prize?"
She turned around and put her hands on my shoulders. I loved the feeling of her nipples lightly brushing against my chest. Michelle scrunched her nose and said, "I kind of feel bad for blowing her off. But in my defense I didn't commit to going to the track meet, I just said I might be interested."
"She is gone now and we get the morning back to ourselves. Is there anything in particular you want to do?" As I was speaking, I was also brushing the back of my hand and tops of my fingers against her left breast. She was squirming in ecstasy and lowered a hand to her pussy and started to lightly rub. It was one of the most erotic scenes I had ever witnessed. I could have blown a load right there on the spot, but I decided then and there that any cum I ever had again would be for her whenever and where ever she desired.
"I want to do it."
"Um, I think we've been doing it, Shelly," I laughed.
"No. I mean real, penetrative, you-in-me kind of sex. I want to feel your dick inside my body."
"Oh!" I don't know why this startled me. I think somewhere in my mind I knew we'd get there. "Right now? In the shower?"
"I don't know. What do you think?" She was as turned on as I was, and I could have plunged my now rock hard cock straight into her at that very moment. But that kind of first time should be special. Standing up in the shower felt exciting but not special.
"Let's finish up here and when we get out we can figure out the best time and place." This was literally the most restrained I have ever been in my life and I still don't know how I managed to utter that sentence.
"OK, wash me then!" She handed me a shampoo bottle and I started on her head. Once that was washed out and a little conditioner washed out too, she washed my hair. Every touch felt special and amazing, but unfortunately also was pushing me closer to cumming.
When it came time to soap her body, I was careful to wash all over but not linger or spend any extra time on her pussy. She was slippery and so aroused that it took every ounce of effort I had to not finger her. But I got her washed without giving in to that desire.
When it came time to wash my body, I didn't know what to do, She started with my face, neck, and shoulders. By the time she got to my chest I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. I leaned in to kiss her, and we stood there, me still holding her wrist, making out for a solid 5 minutes. The water started to get cooler so I quickly soaped and rinsed off the rest of my body. She turned off the water and we got out and dried ourselves off.
"This is so Adam and Eve," she said as we walked into my room. "We could just wander naked through the house all weekend."
I smiled at the thought of us doing that, and of all of the other things we would get to do to each other. I looked at her glowing face, long brown hair wet on her perfect shoulders. Gorgeous tits. Perfect waist, curved hips, glorious pussy, splendorous legs. Mostly my mind flashed with the memory of all of the years we had. All of the shared moments. All of the experiences. Everything we had in common. She was not a weekend fuck toy. She was the perfect woman. She was my sister. She was the love of my life. I was going to figure out how to treat her like it.
"Let me take you out, Shelly."
"Like, on a date?"
"Exactly on a date. It doesn't have to be fancy, but let's go out. Maybe brunch?"
She smiled back. "Yeah. I mean yes, let's do it. Let's go on a date." She leaned in to hug me and my erection pressed against my stomach between us. A little friction and it would have made a mess all over the both of us, so I gently separated our bodies.
"I'm sorry that I'm perpetually hard around you. It seems to have a mind of its own. It's a relief to know it works after a month of it not cooperating but now it's just...out of control. I promise it'll get better. I mean, I think it will."
She was staring intently at it, which was not going to help it go down.
"Would it help if I made it soft?"
"Like...you're going to scare it or something?"
"Hahaha no silly, I mean I can make you blow a load and get some relief for a little bit."
Just hearing her talk like that made my dick flex a little. But that wasn't what I wanted.
"The next time it does that, I want it to be from making love to you Shelly."
"I love you Matt."
"I love you too. Now get out so I can get some clothes on and let's get some brunch."
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
We don't live in a tiny town. But we do live in a town small enough that the odds are high that you will bump into someone you know when you're out and about. Kids from school, their parents, co-workers, teachers, neighbors. Sometimes even relatives. My hope when we got into my car was that we wouldn't bump into a single person we knew today, and get to live for the next few hours like husband and wife. I know, it's cheesy, playing house like that. But it felt like everything in this moment.
We settled on a nearby Mexican restaurant that we hadn't been to in a while. Michelle said that Mexican food sounded good, and I liked the thought of being in a dark, candle lit room gazing into her face.
We were seated at a round booth and scooted so we were sitting right next to one another. "Margaritas? said a very bored sounding waiter. I don't think either of us looks like we are over 21. I glanced at Michelle and shrugged. "Want one?"
"Kinda? I mean, only if you will."
"OK, we'll have 2 on the rocks with salt."
The rest of the meal was fairly uneventful, but as they cleared our plates away Michelle's playfulness started to turn to a little sexual, probably fueled by the half a margarita she had finished. She was doing this little sexy shoulder dance and I kept having to adjust my basketball shorts around my erection. Without any warning, she reached under the table and rubbed the tip of my cock which was peeking up through the top of my shorts, but under my shirt. She rubbed over my shirt for a second and then stealthily slid her hand under my shirt and squeezed the tip. Pre-cum oozed out and onto her palm. She opened her hand and started rubbing her flat palm over the head of my cock in a circular motion. Her movements were subtle and we were sitting very still so none of the dozen or so other patrons seemed to notice anything. I felt my eyes going in and out of focus it felt so good.
"Matt? Michelle?" It was Dana, mom to my classmate Robby. "Hey you guys! How are you doing?"
"We're great Mrs. J! Just grabbing a bite to eat." I was grateful that Michelle managed to speak in complete sentences because I'm pretty sure at that point I was drooling. She also stopped rubbing and instead grabbed my shaft with her hand and squeezed, holding on to it. Thank heavens for liquid courage.
"Great minds, I was craving this place," laughed Dana. "Ralph is meeting me in a minute. It's so good to see you guys, especially you Matt. Don't see much of you since you started State."
"Yeah." OK so I wasn't going to be William Shakespeare while my sister firmly held my hard as stone cock in her fist. "Good to see you too."
"You know I wish Robby and his sister got along as well as you two," she said while Michelle started slowly pumping my throbbing erection up and down under the table. "I don't think in a million years they'd just go out and have a meal together." Pumping stopped, circles on the head again. "Maybe one day they'll be closer like you are." Back to gripping the shaft, and now gentle tugs. Tug. Tug. "Well here comes Ralph. Enjoy you two!"
"Thanks Mrs. J! Matt and I will see you guys soon I hope!"
Once she walked away from the table I sputtered some air out of my lungs and gasped, and pulled Michelle's hand away from my crotch.
"I swear Michelle I am going to explode so hard it's going to hit their fucking table."
"Say no more."
Michelle flagged down the waiter for the check, paid, and escorted me out to my car in the basement of the parking lot. She walked just in front of me but I don't think it did much to hide the tent in my shorts.
We jumped into the car and by the time the doors were locked her head was in my lap and she was sucking so hard on the head of my cock that her cheeks were hollowed. The rest of my cock was still under my shorts, but the head was out and it was enough for her to go to town. Not surprisingly, my entire body shuddered and I came instantly into her sucking mouth. As I was blowing a sizable load into her warm mouth, she reached under her skirt and started to frig her pussy furiously. I reached to help her but was mostly under the spell of spewing junk against her firm tongue and didn't really make as much progress as she did with my hand. With the head of my cock still in her mouth she started screaming through her orgasm, and as she did some of my cum dribbled out of the sides of her mouth and fell back into my lap.
She sat up and the obscene look of her was too much. Red-faced, panting, drooling my cum. I grabbed her and kissed her while she lazily fondled my softening cock. I slid a hand down to her pussy just to get a quick feel, and my hand was lubricated with her juices immediately. She began to grind against my hand and I slid in a finger, and then two. It only took another minute before I got her off and her body shook a little bit against my hand. I slid my hand out and rubbed her tits under her shirt with her juices. We made out in the car for a few minutes before we were startled by a knock on the window. It was a parking attendant telling us that this wasn't a place for our behaviour.
We pulled out of the garage and made the drive home silently, holding hands and each imagining all of the things we wanted to do for the next 24 hours before our parents came back home. |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 15 | 54,477 | 4.62 | 551,667 | [
"lesbian sex",
"erotic couplings",
"threesomes"
] | "Jean, you really don't have to do this," Tess pleaded with her housemate/lover, once more.
"Baby, I know I don't HAVE to do anything but, I want to, I know how important you and Jo are to each other and I know that a little privacy wouldn't be a bad thing; an early Christmas present, okay?" Jean replied, kissing the top of Tess' head as they sat on the edge of her, Jean's, bed, Jean holding Tess in her arms.
What Jean was doing was spending the next few days (and nights) with her microbiology professor, Jayne, or Dr. Jayne if you prefer. They had become lovers just before the Thanksgiving break, meeting up, by chance, at a local club that catered to the college gay community. They shared a few drinks that night, danced a bit that night, and Dr. Jayne got herself laid in the backseat of her car that first time with Jean, that night.
Jayne liked her student Jean, liked her sub demeanor, adored her gorgeous tits but, mostly, loved, simply loooved the way Jean ate pussy. When Jean asked about staying with Jayne for a few nights, explaining the reasons behind the request, Jayne jumped at the opportunity for a 'shackup' with her student, short that it might be.
"Well, I appreciate it, sweetie, I really do and if you come back home on Wednesday night, before we leave for the Christmas break, I'm absolutely sure Jo will want to thank you, personally," Tess replied.
No explanation was needed for Jean, she knew that Jo would want to fuck her at some point.
"Okay, I'm outta' here," Jean said in response to hearing Jayne's car horn outside, "Have a great reunion, baby, see you Wednesday night...."
Jo gripped her seat's armrest tightly as the small commuter turboprop bounced and twisted on the last leg of the landing approach. Not now. Not Fucking Now, Jo pleaded with her God, the next thirty seconds until a safe, but bumpy touchdown, seeming like an hour.
It was quite touching, really, the sight of the emerging passengers from the concourse having to walk around Jo and Tess as they hugged each other tightly. Their embrace of each other caused the sea of Holiday travelers to 'part' around them on either side, the sibs, a rock in the waters of moving people.
"Can't believe you're here, can't believe you're actually here," Tess said with tears streaming from her eyes, "I prayed for you and your guys every night, I swear I did," Tess said further as she lugged one of two large duffel bags with all of Jo's shit.
"Somebody heard you, Tess....must've, since I am here, baby and so fucking happy to be on home-soil," Jo remarked to her step-sib/lover.
"Can't wait to get you home, I need to be with you so badly," Tess stated as honestly as she's ever said anything. The last few video-chats that the step-sibs shared served to get them both horned-up, seriously horned-up for the other. While Jo awaited her papers to return state-side, she had a private, officer's room that gave her the freedom to tease and tantilize her sis during their Skype chats, both sibs fondling themselves as they watched their screens, both sibs masturbating as they watched the other do the same.
"Hope you're up for it, sweetie; been over a year since I've been with anyone, not counting myself and my fingers," Jo answered honestly, the sight of Tess having caused flutters in her pussy when she spied her sis waiting at the end of the concourse.
Reaching her car, Tess popped the trunk lid with her remote, tossing Jo's bag in, Jo tossing her other bag on top. It was then that Tess realized what had been nagging at her since Jo arrived.
"Are those Captain's bars?" Tess asked as she spun Jo around to look at the front of Jo's BDUs.
"Yeah, but you'll have to wait for the story until we get home, okay? Right now, the last thing I want to think or talk about is my time overseas this past year-plus, okay, baby?" Jo told her sis.
"That's cool, you know that's cool with me, baby, whatever, okay?" Tess answered, wondering what the 'story' was but willing to wait, not wanting to press Jo for anything except her love.
"Any classes this week for you?" Jo asked as she buckled up for the drive to Tess' place.
"Nope, I'm ahead in my class work and the profs have closed their offices until after Christmas break, so it's just you, me, and four days before we leave for the 'rents' place," Tess answered as she pulled into traffic.
"Jean's still there, right?" Jo asked curiously, her mind-vision of Jean in that moment consisting of Jean's lovely rack.
"Yeah, but you won't see her until Wednesday night," Tess answered. Tess went on to explain to Jo about Jean's 'gift' to them of privacy for a few days, etc.
"Knew I liked that girl," Jo replied, nodding her head in appreciation of Jean's good heart.
"You mean besides just for her pussy, right?" Tess teased.
"Smart ass. Of course, bitch," Jo teased back, feeling so happy in her heart to be home, finally, to be with her sister-lover, at last.
Might have been a world record, the speed with which the sibs had each other naked and in bed, fucking each other in every way they could think of for the first few hours after getting to Tess' rented home.
"Break?" Jo asked her sib as her sib casually munched on Jo's oh-so-very-fucking-satisfied pussy.
"Yeah, let's clean up, go grab a bite and then, resume your homecoming, properly, now that we've gotten the animal-sex out of the way," Tess answered, recognizing that the fuck session was about relief for them both, and little to do with their love of each other.
"Damn!," Jo exclaimed as she lifted her leg over her sister's head in order to get out of the bed, "Not only can she eat pussy but the bitch has good ideas," her comment one of teasing, of course.
"And don't you forget it, cunt!" Tess teased back, following with a stinging hand-slap to Jo's ass, leaving a big ol' red hand-print on the cheek which, of course, caused Jo to shriek....
"Good 'burger," Jo said in compliment of the place that Tess had picked out for them to grab that bite.
"S'okay," Tess replied, "but doesn't even come close to your burgers, sweetie, no place in this town does."
"Hmmm....." was Jo's only comment.
Walking back to Tess' car, Jo and Tess held hands, looking more like star-crossed lovers than sisters to a casual observer. Unlocking the passenger door for Jo, Tess held it open for her, as one would do for a date. Stopping Jo before she got in, Tess planted a wet, mouth-gnawing kiss to her sib, even more so looking more like lovers than sisters.
"So, baby-sister, are there any lesbian clubs or bars in this town where a returning soldier might sow her oats?" Jo asked as Tess casually drove them home, taking a scenic route through campus.
"S'matter? I'm not fucking good enough for you?" Tess observed/asked, truly feeling a 'little' hurt by Jo's question.
"You know you're the best for me, baby, you fucking know that!" Jo replied, sensing Tess' hurt, "It's more that I've not been in the 'scene' for well over a year, and I'm feeling a desire to get out into a wading pool of pussy for stress relief and just plain NSA fucking, okay?" Jo explained further, "has nothing to do with us, with our feelings for each other."
"And, besides, I wasn't planning on leaving you out, cunt-face," Jo said further, "my thought is that you and I could go trolling, snag some snatch and let them experience the dynamic-duo, okay?", the explanation taking the sting out of Tess' hurt feelings.
"We do know how to show a gal a good time, don't we?" Tess said with a chuckle at the truth of her statement.
"Oh, yeah baby-sis, no question about that," Jo agreed.
Once more, they showered together, touching each other lovingly, touching each other with the love they possessed for each other, draining the hot-water tank as they lingered in the soothing shower with each other. Drying each other off, they shared some wine, both staying naked, downstairs, the soft sounds of Ms. Ella and the Duke providing the background soundtrack to their evening. Finishing the bottle, Jo took Tess into her arms, there, on the couch, kissing Tess sweetly, the urgency gone for them both, now, but the need ever present.
Laying Tess' head onto the couch-arm, Jo explored Tess' familiar body with her hands and mouth, her tongue and fingers finding delight in doing so as she always had. Peeling Tess' soft lips back with her fingers, Jo gazed at her sister's tasty woman-hood, her mind remembering the first time she had done so when they were teenagers living in their parents' home, when Tess was but a budding fourteen-year old. Lowering her mouth to Tess' pussy, Jo's mind time-traveled, this time being like the first time for her, again........
By Tuesday, the sibs were ready to share themselves with another, ready to 'snag some snatch' as Jo had put it that first night of being home.
"What'cha gonna' wear?" Jo asked Tess as they got ready for their night out at the club Tess was taking them to.
"I'm thinking blouse, skirt, showing off the 'girls' and the legs," Tess answered as she tried various blouse/skirt combinations in front of her full-length mirror by holding them in front of her while still on their hangers.
"Oooh, that, that looks good in the mirror, put that on," Jo advised, standing in just her panties, braless, watching as Tess did as asked.
"Yep. I think you're right," Tess agreed, admiring the 'look', the skirt/blouse combo providing an ample showcase for Tess' boobs in a push-up bra and her long, toned legs.
"Good, think I'll go like this..." Jo teased, still in panties and no bra, "thinking it might encourage attention."
"Ya' think?" Tess teased back, her insides fluttering a bit of the sight of Jo's body as it usually did.
With Tess' help, Jo finally chose an outfit that showcased her own 'girls' and her muscular ass-cheeks, the pants appearing to have been poured onto her body and the blouse showing off her D-cups, unbuttoned about a quarter of the way down.
Tess' University had a rep as a Liberal school, accepting the diversity of its' students and faculty. One must still exercise good judgement, of course, but the city embraced the school's rep and diversity as well, gay-bashing not really being an issue at the school or in the city.
The Loft was a perfect reflection of the community's attitude, a gathering spot for the Gay/Lesbian populace where one could, if so inclined, have fun with like-minded patrons without fear of prejudicial behavior or harrassment. Large dance floors (2 of 'em), three service-bars and a small snack-kitchen, took up two stories of the three storied, former small manufacturing plant. Live music on one floor, a rocking DJ on the other.
Mostly, The Loft catered to the college crowd, students and teachers alike, with a sprinkling of non-college locals as well, both singles and marrieds, the latter usually being closeted women but closeted men not uncommon, either.
It was Tuesday evening, normally a slow night for the club. But, this being the week before the Christmas break and with classes mostly not going on as students/teachers hurried to get to the Holiday, this Tuesday was much busier than usual.
Walking from the service bar, the sibs stirred their drinks as they scouted the first floor of the club for a table at which to 'set up' camp, so to speak. Of course Tess was drinking illegally, her twenty-first birthday still being a few weeks away, in January, but, as has been mentioned before, it was a Liberal community, less concerned with a nineteen or twenty-year old having a drink than it was with the occasional Meth lab bust.
"Live music is just on the weekends on this floor, so they pipe in the DJ sounds from the floor above us," Tess said in explanation for Jo as they grabbed a booth against the back wall of the floor, two rows of tables from the dance floor.
"Actually, a pretty nice lay-out," Jo commented appreciatively as she looked over the place from their booth's vantage point.
"Get you gals anything to drink?" the waitress asked as she walked along the booths' row, taking orders.
"Anything you'd recommend?" Jo asked, flirtingly, her eyeing of the attractive waitress not so subtle as she did so.
"I'd recommend you returning on any Thursday night when I'm off and free to socialize," the waitress flirted back with Jo, the waitress appreciating Jo's obvious come-on, "But, as for drinks? We make a dynamite Margarita, several flavors, of course."
"You pick something for us, sweetie," Jo flirted further, "something you think might tickle our taste buds," Jo's finger sliding seductively across the top of the waitress' hand on the table.
"Like I said, come back on Thursday night," the waitress replied suggestively, accepting Jo's finger-trace for the flirtation that it was, "Two Mango Margaritas coming up," winking at Jo as she walked away.
"I think she likes you," Tess remarked to her step-sib, her own eyes on the waitress' shapely ass in her butt-hugging pants as she walked from their table.
"I think you're right," Jo answered, and we all know where Jo's eyes were fixed, don't we?
"When are we leaving for the drive home?" Jo asked, her eyes still following the waitress.
"Friday," Tess replied, her own eyes now scanning the slowly increasing crowd of friendlies that were finding their own places to 'camp'.
"Hmm." Jo replied, her mind conjurring up a return to The Loft on Thursday night, wondering how long it'd take her to get into the waitress' pants if the girl was serious and not just teasing as tip-bait.
Not long at all was Jo's feeling on the matter.
The sibs pronounced their first sips of the Margaritas chosen for them by their waitress as absolutely being the right choice.
"Glad you like," Gloria (the waitress) responded to the sibs' glowing praises of the drinks, "have fun, you two, I'll keep checking in on you, don't worry," winking at them both as she turned to check with her other tables.
"You're going to try to fuck her Thursday night, aren't you?" Tess asked with a smile.
"Nope. I AM going to fuck her Thursday night," Jo replied, sucking a piece of pineapple from the 'fruit stick' in the drink, "Wanna' bet me?" turning to Tess with her eyebrows arched in question.
"Nope. Sucker bet," Tess correctly surmised.
The music started, upbeat, uptempo, rhythms designed to get your ass moving in your seat type of rhythms, drawing mostly same-sex couples onto the floor. For the next couple of hours, Jo and Tess danced with each other, danced with others that asked them to, danced with others that they asked to dance with them, having a blast. They flirted with their dance partners or other dancers shaking their shit near them on the floor. They flirted with each other as well, touching and rubbing on each other intimately, more for show to get others watching and wondering.
"Need a breather," Tess said as they left the floor to return to their booth, fresh drinks having been laid there by their server, Gloria.
"Certainly keeps the liquor flowing, doesn't she?" Jo remarked as she sucked a mouthful of the Kiwi? Margarita, liking the flavor of this one, as well.
"She likes us, well, you really," Tess replied.
"Works for me," Jo answered with a smile, her eyes staying focused towards the long bar near the front of the floor.
"See that chick sitting near the end of the bar, in the corner?" Jo asked Tess, her head nodding in the direction to look.
"Yeah? What about her?"
"She's been there 'bout an hour, checking her watch about every three minutes or so; I'm betting that her date is a no-show," Jo opined.
"Not bad looking," Tess commented in reply, "Older, I'm guessing mid to late thirties, proably married, I'm guessing," she commented further.
A slow song started almost immediately following the reggae hip-hop that had been playing, some couples staying to dance, some new couples joining the mix on the floor.
"I'll be back...." Jo said, leaving their booth and walking towards the woman at the bar.
"I'm betting your date is a no-show," Jo said to the woman as she neared her at the end of the bar, "And he or she should have their head examined for doing so; Hi, I'm Jo and I would love it if you'd dance with me," holding her hand to the woman in invitation.
Snapped out of whatever reverie she had been in, the woman faced Jo upon hearing her speak, stared for a second, first at Jo, then at her hand. Standing, the woman silently took Jo's offered hand and let herself be led onto the floor by Jo. Taking the woman into her arms, Jo gently pulled her into a dance step, their bodies close, but not too much so, the woman's head next to Jo's, the woman's chin resting on Jo's shoulder as she was led,expertly, around the other couples with Jo leading.
"She...."
"I'm sorry?" Jo asked her partner, not sure at what she thought she heard in her ear.
"She....she stood me up," the woman said, pulling her head so that she could look to Jo's face as she spoke, "Not the first time, but, definitely the last, for me." returning her head to rest next to Jo's, again.
Pulling back again, she looked at Jo, "Thank you for your gracious rescue of me from my spot of shame, there, at the bar.....I'm Stef, Jo," returning her head once again to Jo's shoulder.
"Good looking women should not be left at the bar when there's good music to dance to is my thinking," Jo said to Stef, pulling Stef slightly closer to her body, Stef not backing away.
The song ended and Jo walked Stef back to her seat at the bar, saying to her, once there, "Why don't you join my friend and I, in our booth? No sense in staying here by yourself."
Looking towards the booth that Jo had indicated with a head-nod, Stef asked for her small clutch bag that the bartender had safely stowed behind the bar, paid her tab and turning to Jo, said, "Lead the way, Ms. Jo," smiling when saying it.
Ok, a small rewind here.
Jo referred to Tess as her 'friend' purposefully. The sibs had decided years ago to be 'friends' to chicks they were hitting on as a duo rather than the step-sibs that they were. Their reasoning was that some might be put off a bit at the 'almost' incestuous relationship of Tess & Jo. Rightly or wrongly, that's what they did....
"Tess, Stef's going to join us, okay?" Jo said when she and Stef reached their booth.
"Great! I'm tired of dancing with you anyway," Tess laughingly said as she took Stef's offered hand in greeting but giving Stef a quick buss on the cheek as she slid to make room for the three of them now.
Stef and Jo both laughed at her remark, the 'schtick' making Stef feel comfortable immediately with these two good-looking young women. The other thing Stef registered as she settled into her place in the booth was that both of these gals were slightly top-heavy for their build and Stef liked that, she being a worshipper of all that is breast related.
Catching Gloria's eye, Jo signaled to place an order, Gloria nodding to Jo as she finished taking the order at a booth a few spaces down.
"Three Margaritas?" Gloria asked, placing a napkin in front of Stef.
"I don't know....does a Margarita mix well with wine?" Stef asked, seriously not knowing.
"These will, Stef, they're some of the best I've ever had," Jo commented with a smile and a wink to Gloria, which, of course, was returned.
"Well, then, I'll have a Margarita," Stef said to Gloria, a smile on her lips as well. As Gloria walked away, Jo 'thought' she detected a bit more ass-strut in Gloria's step, almost as if it were for Jo's eyes alone.
Oh yeah, I will nail her this Thursday, Jo thought at the moment.
Another slow song started, more slow ones than fast as it got later in the evenings and Tess, taking Stef's hand in hers, gently pulled Stef from their booth, leading them to the dance floor.
They meshed their bodies beautifully, Stef anxious to feel Tess' boobs against her own as she had Jo's earlier while dancing. Tess, like Jo, was an excellent dancer, easily moving them slowly around the floor, both arms around each other as they did so.
Pulling her head from the side of Stef's, Tess leaned her brow against Stef's, her fingers tracing slow circles on Stef's back, both of them eye-fucking the other. Moving slowly, not breaking eye contact, Tess moved her lips towards Stef's, the feel of Stef's warm breath to her lips turning her on.
Tess kissed Stef, softly, lips moving over lips in small nibbles. Stef kissed back, opening her mouth to accept Tess' tongue, a welcomed and familiar warmth growing between her legs, making Stef sure that she would probably not strike out tonight.
The song ended and still holding hands, they made their way back to their booth, Stef sliding in first which put her between Jo and Tess. Their drinks were waiting and clinking glasses together, the ladies air-toasted each other, each sipping afterwards.
Stef couldn't help but notice that both Tess and Jo were sitting close, their legs brushing against hers, the heat feeling simply wonderful to Stef.
Jo turned Stef's face towards hers, kissing her with lust but not with roughness. When that kiss ended, Stef felt a finger on her chin turning her head towards Tess' waiting lips, Jo's hand rubbing softly up and down Stef's bare arm as she kissed Tess.
"Wow," Stef said when Tess broke off their kiss, "how in the world am I expected to pick between you two lovely girls?"
"Who says you have to?" Jo replied, her hand now stroking Stef's thigh through her dress.
"We know how to play nice," Tess contributed to the discussion, her lips placing small kisses to the side of Stef's neck afterwards, her lips nibbling at Stef's ear.
"That surely would take the pressure off of having to choose, wouldn't it?" Stef said, her breathing becoming labored as she moved her head around, stretching her neck up and down to accomodate both girls now, both nibbling around her neck and cheeks. Raising her hands to cup each girls' head, Stef's breathing became even more labored, her level of excitement rising.
"I have a room.....shame to let it go to waste," Stef said, kissing Jo lustfully immediately afterwards, liking that Tess was now fondling her breasts through her blouse, Stef not caring who the fuck might have been watching the mini-porn show that their booth had now become.
The three women left the booth after Jo paid their tab to Gloria and, of course, she left a large tip for her soon-to-be fuck buddy.
"Thanks sweetie," Gloria said when she saw how much of a tip she was getting, leaning in and whispering into Jo's ear, "Maybe, see you Thursday night?"
Leaning into Gloria's ear, Jo replied in a whisper, "No maybe about it, you will definitely see me Thursday night," planting a soft kiss to Gloria's ear afterwards.
"Looking forward to it," Gloria said as Jo left to catch up with Stef and Tess who were almost at the front door, holding hands as they walked out.
"One car or two?" Stef asked the girls.
"One. Ours. We'll bring you back to yours," Jo said.
"But, not 'til in the morning, right?" Stef questioned.
The sibs glanced at each other in that moment, Jo answering as she opened the back door of Tess' Beemer, "Right, not 'til in the morning," holding the door opened for Stef to slide into the back seat, followed by Jo.
"I'm at the downtown Hyatt, the executive tower," Stef said to Tess who was now behind the wheel, buckling up, "it has it's own parking garage and private elevator," Stef said further to Tess as Jo placed an arm around Stef, pulling Stef towards her lips.
"I know where it is; enjoy the ride, ladies," Tess replied, adjusting her rear-view mirror just in time to catch the sight of Jo laying a lip-lock on Stef, Jo's hand sliding under Stef's blouse, Stef's hand sliding into the vee of Jo's paritally opened blouse at the same time.
"Oooh, mmmmmmm," came the moans and groans from the backseat of her car as Tess drove the trio towards their play-pen for the night.
Stef's mouth sucked noisily on Jo's tongue as the two women fondled each other feverishly, Stef's hand squeezing Jo's larger breasts with lust and passion, loving the feel of Jo's firm D-cups to her small hand and fingers. Pulling her mouth from Jo's, Stef peeled Jo's shirt to the side, exposing her quest, dropping her mouth to nosily suck on Jo's tits, animal sounds escaping her lips as she sucked with ferocity on Jo.
Arriving at the parking structure about ten minutes later, the trio made their way to the elevator that required a key-card to access the upper levels of the upscale Hotel. As the elevator made its way, slowly, to the top floor, Jo and Tess sandwiched Stef between them, both kissing on her, feeling her up, Tess knowing that their play would be giving someone a hard-on when it was viewed by security at some point.
Finally reaching Stef's floor, our trio made the short walk to Stef's suite, the sibs following behind Stef who almost speed-walked to her suite's door, slipping her card into the slot, opening her room to her visitors.
Stef's 'room' was actually a large suite of three rooms, nicely appointed, of course, a bottle of Champagne sitting in an ice-bucket, nicely chilled as Stef had asked the 'butler' of the floor to do.
"Would you like some Champagne?" Stef offered to her two playmates, hoping their answer would be no, that their answer would be that they wanted to get naked and jump into the bed with Stef for Stef was sooooo ready to get naked and to get fucked by these two twenty-somethings.
Their answer was exactly what Stef had hoped it would be, Jo leading the way to Stef's large bedroom, the King-sized bed already turned down by housekeeping and Jo leaving a trail of clothes behind her.
Tess moved behind Stef, her hands undoing Stef's blouse with nimble fingers from behind as Tess kissed and nibbled on the older woman's neck and shoulders. Jo knelt before Stef as her sib was pulling off Stef's blouse, dropping it to the floor, Jo's hands undoing the snap of Stef's skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall around the ankles of Stef for her to step out of.
Burying her mouth against Stef's silk briefs, Jo slowly gnawed at Stef's damp panties, her mouth surrounding the dampness of Stef's mons through the thin fabric, her mouth 'chewing' slowly, sending bolts of fire to Stef's quaking stomach.
Stef was an inch or two shorter than the sibs, her body slenderish, her B-cup breasts firm and sprinkled with freckles across her skin. Tess was kissing Stef, her tongue exploring the woman's mouth, Stef's head thrown back and sorta' resting against Tess' shoulder and turned towards Tess, her mouth moving as she sucked on the tongue that was in her mouth. Slipping her fingers in Stef's panties, Jo pulled them down and off of Stef, the woman now naked, Jo's mouth returning to the wet, trimmed pubes of Stef's pussy to lick and taste.
"Ohhh, that feels soooo goood," Stef cooed at her playmates, their hands all over her as they became naked as well, neither giving Stef time to even catch her breath from their fondling of her body, her breathing coming in short, rapid gasps and driven by her excitement of the moment.
Led onto the bed by the sibs, Stef was laid onto her back in the middle of the large bed, the sibs on either side of her, Stef's arms around them both, her eyes wide with excitement at their firm, young breasts, their nipples hard and begging to be sucked, Stef thought to herself.
The foreplay was not hurried but it was intense, their hands and lips and tongues all over each other, wet sounds of arousal from all of them as they played. Pulling Tess so that she could suck on those beautiful tits, Stef closed her eyes as her mouth tried, in vain, to suck all of Tess' tit into her mouth, her tongue licking and flicking across the younger woman's nipples in a feeding frenzy it almost seemed.
As Stef sucked, fondled and played with Tess' breasts, Jo was now between Stef's legs, her tongue flicking, playfully, across Stef's large clit, her mouth sucking it as if it were a baby-cock, producing lustful moans of enjoyment from the honey-blonde-headed woman. Holding Jo's head with a firm hand to her pussy, Stef slowly humped against Jo's mouth, while Tess straddled Stef's body between her legs, lowering her boobs for Stef to suck and play with again, Tess now feeling arousal and desire rising from deep inside as Stef did so.
Humping faster and faster against Jo's expert cunnilingus, Stef pulled Tess to move up, to straddle her head between the younger woman's legs and knees, her hands gripping Tess' ass tightly as she pulled that young pussy to her mouth.
"Uuuummmmmmmmmmm, oh damn, oh God...." the words from Stef, as she munched on Tess' pussy, muffled by that same pussy on her mouth, Tess' snatch now moving rapidly up and down across Stef's lips and tongue, Tess feeling the orgasm rising quickly.
"Aaaaah, oh damnnnnnn....." Stef cried aloud when Jo's cunnlinigus drew forth the orgasm that Stef so needed to feel that night, her noise of climax mixing with Tess' now, Tess gripping her hands tightly on the headboard of the hotel bed as her hips rocked back and forth against Stef's rapidly chewing lips and mouth.
Barely having time to catch her breath from her world-class climax, Stef felt Tess' pussy lifting from her mouth, it now red and wet with pussy juices, felt Jo moving to take Tess' place so that Stef could now eat Jo's very wet, very needful of climax pussy which Stef eagerly and happily did. Exchanging places, Jo now rode Stef's mouth as Tess' own mouth was now expertly bringing orgasmic bliss to visit Stef once more.
Eventually, the three women were sated of their animal urges and needs, Stef's bed now looking as if a fight had taken place in it. Stef couldn't seem to get enough of her two playmates' titties, feeling them, sucking them, their young firmness providing grist for Stef's mill of lust. With a last long and loud sucking of both girls' titties, Stef finally slipped her mouth from a tit, her head dropping like a stone to the large, oversized pillows of the large, oversized bed. Pulling both girls to lay against her, Stef was quickly asleep, the girls joining her in that, the three exhausted from the sex-play and orgasms....
"Call me? Either of you, both of you, I don't care, anytime, okay?" Stef said as she prepared to get out of Tess' car which had brought the trio back to the parking lot of The Loft in the morning, Stef's Benz sitting out in the middle of the lot, lonely in its spot, surrounded by the empty slots around it.
Stef had given both girls her private number, and exchanging a good-bye kiss with them both, Stef got into her car, waving, then driving off to wherever.
"Woman sure likes sucking titties, doesn't she?" Jo remarked to her sis as they watched Stef drive away. Pulling her blouse opened to show the bite marks that Stef had left on her boobs to Tess, Tess laughed and did the same for Jo, both sibs having hickies on their tits from Stef's mouth.
"Good pussy, though," Tess said to her sis as she left the parking lot of the club, turning to find them a place to have a much needed bite of breakfast.
"Roger that," Jo agreed, the sibs exchanging a fist bump of agreement at Tess' statement....
Jo was in the shower of the larger bathroom of Tess' house, singing away, the sound of the shower, thankfully, drowning her poor attempt to do so. Jo could eat pussy like a champ but couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.
Didn't stop her from singing in the shower, though.
She didn't hear the bathroom door open because of her bad singing and the noise of the shower, didn't register the fact that Jean had come into the bathroom and was standing there, gazing lustfully at Jo's body. No, the first clue that Jo had that she had company was when the shower stall's door opened and she felt a hand reach around her back to cup her breast.
"Oh fuck, Jean, you scared the shit out of me," Jo said, her heart beating like crazy from the shock/surprise when she turned around quickly at the touch of Jean's hand to her boob.
"My bad," Jean said as she moved against Jo, forcing Jo against the shower wall, her hand quickly between Jo's legs, stroking Jo's cunt, "here, let me make it up to you," Jean dropping to her knees while saying it.
With the water beating down upon her, Jean put her mouth to Jo's pussy and gave her a real welcome-home-soldier reception, cheerfully, at that. They quickly finished with that, drying off just as quickly as they could and pulling Jo by her hand, Jean threw her on the bed and once again, buried her face between Jo's firm, toned legs, giving Jo some wonderful orgasms in the process.
Pulling her face from between Jo's legs, Jean climbed onto the bed and then onto Jo's face, looking down as her pussy soon covered the smiling Jo's face. Jean rode Jo's mouth as if she were riding a bucking bronco, screaming loudly as Jo brought her to several delicious climaxes in a row, Jean's screams of pleasure carrying throughout the house.
Downstairs, Tess continued watching the movie on the TV, smiling when Jean's cries of release reached her ears.....
*(continued in Chapter 16)* |
Don't Diss the Chef | 52,332 | 4.59 | 570,553 | [
"drama"
] | *Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved*
\*
Sarah Bell was wondering how she had gotten to this point in her life. How could she be so miserable? And worse, she knew it was all her own fault. Sarah had made her own bed, so to speak, and now she was sleeping in it. Alone. And THAT was a large part of her problem.
She shivered from the cold — standing outside on the pier at night in Malibu was cold in February. Even for California!
"Brenda," she asked her friend from work who had dragged her out for the evening, "Remind me why we are standing here in a line, waiting on this freezing pier?"
Brenda could barely understand Sarah, whose teeth were chattering. A gust of wind came by at just that second, and even through her pants Sarah could feel the cold ocean air. Thank god she'd opted to wear pants, and not a skirt, for the evening.
"We are waiting in line, because that is what you have to do if you want to eat at L.A.'s hottest new restaurant, and it happens that they don't take reservations!" Brenda replied. "Anyway, it's been months since you've been out, Sarah. Not since your boyfriend Mark left you, anyway."
Sarah was slightly annoyed at Brenda's remark about Mark, but not for the reason one might expect.
"He didn't 'leave' me, Brenda; I drove him out by being a first class b-i-t-c-h..."
Brenda quickly interrupted Sarah, before the tears could start.
"Don't go getting all upset and beating yourself up again, Sarah. We're here to have a good time, and eat a meal to die for. I've been told..." Brenda continued on, not noticing that Sarah was lost in her own world.
Sarah could still see the picture in her mind of Mark lying there in their bed, the sheets only partially covering his lean, masculine body. She looked down on his sleeping form, his wavy black hair ruffled, his face peaceful and his eyelids closed concealing dark eyes that burned with passion when they made love.
Mark never exercised as such, but his work involved lifting and moving heavy boxes every day, and it showed in his muscular arms and shoulders. He didn't have the highly defined abs that the body builders who displayed themselves on Venice Beach exhibited, but his torso was nevertheless well muscled, and, in Sarah's opinion, very sexy. And the line of hair that descended from his chest down his abdomen like an arrow pointing to his organ, concealed at that moment under the sheets, made Sarah wish she had time to crawl back into the bed to kiss and caress him awake.
Alas, she had to get to work. Damn! She looked at the clock next to the bed and realized she was running late as it was. She turned and walked out of the bedroom and out of the apartment.
She and Mark had been living together for just a little over eighteen months, and for most of that time, it had been bliss.
Sarah Bell worked in the financial industry, having gotten her undergraduate degree from a top-50 mid-western university. Following graduation, Sarah had fulfilled her dream of getting a job in Southern California, in the Wealth Management department of UBL — United Bank of Liechtenstein, in Santa Monica. Actually, her dream wasn't so much that of working in Southern California — Florida would have served as well — as it was escaping from the bitter cold winters of her native Chicago!
She had first met Mark while getting lunch with a couple of her friends at the restaurant across the street from her office. They had often dined there before, but that day as they ordered their usual meals, there were two changes.
First, which only Sarah seemed to notice, was that instead of their waiter, another man, with wavy black hair, an olive complexion and deep-set dark eyes, served them their food. Sarah looked at the attractive young man, and found herself staring directly into his eyes — which were looking directly back at hers! She froze like a deer in the headlights for a moment, until he smiled showing his white teeth against his tanned skin, and showing even more cheek, winked at her!
The second difference, although not a bad one, was the food. The five women who had come to lunch that day had all ordered the same meals that they regularly ate at the restaurant. But this time, and there was no other way to say it, the food was simply better. Each of them noticed small changes in the preparation of their meals that enhanced the flavor. Changes had been made to the spice combinations; a sprinkling of cheese and garlic butter was added to the vegetables. The beef was slightly more tender; the fish was delicate and flaky to the fork. Little things, but which in total made the meal memorable.
As Sarah left to return to work, she asked the waiter, "Who was the man who served us out food? Don't you normally do that?"
The waiter grinned, "Yeah, I do. But for some reason, today the cook wanted to take care of your table himself. Very odd, but who am I to argue; I get to keep the tip."
Sarah, intrigued, began eating at the little bistro on a regular basis, and when the black-haired cook was working, he always seemed to find an excuse to serve her. She finally learned that his name was Mark, and she began plotting how she could engage him in conversation.
Mark had been entranced by the slim redhead with the pale skin and sky-blue eyes from the moment he'd seen her come into the restaurant. When she wore a skirt and heels, he could see her long, shapely legs, and just watching the motion of her derriere as she walked across the room could give him a hard-on.
Sarah finally decided to take the bull by the horns, and use the direct approach.
"Do you have time to sit down with me for a minute, please," Sarah finally requested, as he was arranging plates of food on the table in front of her.
Mark thought about it — nothing was cooking that he had to supervise for a couple of minutes, so he took a seat across the small table from his dream woman.
She extended her hand, "I'm Sarah, and I work for UBL across the street."
"I'm Mark, Mark Flore," he replied, taking her hand, but just gently holding it between his dry, warm hands. "I'm the chef here, sometimes server, and your fervent admirer!" He said that with a twinkle in his eyes and his generous smile, which revealed dimples in his cheeks. Mark was anything but shy and retiring.
Sarah could feel a blush that started in her neck and quickly rose to her hairline. It took her a minute before she remembered to pull her hand back away from Mark's. There was definitely chemistry between the two of them.
"Mark, you know, instead of waiting until I come for lunch and serving me, you could just ask me out on a date!" Sarah told him flat out. It had taken her days to get her courage up to make her approach, but she wasn't going to take a chance that Mark wouldn't ask her out or that some other woman would get her claws into him.
Mark was gob smacked! He sat there looking as guilty as a little boy caught with his fingers in the cookie jar. Sarah thought he was even cuter, if it was possible, at that moment. It took Mark only a second to recover. Before he responded, he took a deep breath, released it, and then took another. Then his smile returned and Sarah could almost see his heart melting.
"That sounds like the best idea I've heard all day; in fact it's the best idea I've heard all week — no, all month. Maybe the best idea I've ever heard in my life!"
That was the beginning, for of course, he did ask her out. In fact, from that moment on, they spent every spare minute that they could together. After dating for a couple of months, Mark and Sarah, fairly certain that they had found their soul mates and life partners, moved into an apartment together, not far from the beach.
In many ways, theirs was a match made in heaven.
Sarah and Mark enjoyed the same music; they watched the same classic movies, and laughed at the same jokes. They were both relatively neat, not a Felix and Oscar odd couple. They compromised with each other, each willing to give a little on their position if by doing so they would make the other happy.
And when it came to making love, they were a perfect fit. Neither one of them had been virgins when they met, but they were such an incredible match that when they made love, it was like they had never known any other lovers. They were attuned to each other's needs and desires. They both had the attitude that the other's pleasure was more important and came first before their own.
There was always one, actually two, flies in the ointment for Sarah.
The first was Mark's work. His job demanded an immense dedication — he worked long hours, sometimes starting so early in the day, that Sarah would awaken to find him missing from their bed, even from the apartment. Other times, he would be working late long after Sarah had gone to bed. Mark would slip in so quietly that he wouldn't even wake Sarah (who admittedly slept like a log!), but he would still be asleep the next morning long after Sarah had left for work. She would bend down and kiss his cheek or forehead, and the edges of his mouth would turn up in an unconscious smile, and he would mutter a few words in his sleep.
Of course, Mark also had to work most weekends when Sarah was off, and while she intellectually understood why he wasn't available to her, at an emotional level it bothered her anyway.
The other aspect of Mark's chosen field that bothered her was that as hard as he worked, and as many hours as he put in, he wasn't paid what Sarah thought he should be. Not that Mark didn't contribute his share of expenses; he did. But he had to watch his spending, which limited what they could do as a couple, and how often. Not that spending money was a problem, getting back to the fact that so much of the time he was either working or sleeping, recovering for his next shift.
Even Sarah, though, had to admit that she had never eaten so well in her entire life as since she'd lived with Mark! There was never a real reason to go out for dinner, because Mark could prepare a better meal at home in their own kitchen than one could buy at any but the most exclusive and expensive restaurants.
In short — several aspects of Mark's work caused Sarah a certain level of heartburn.
The second 'fly in the ointment' for Sarah was subtler, and if anyone had pointed it out to her, she would have dismissed it as utter nonsense.
Looking back, while Sarah had been away taking classes at her university, Mark was traveling the world learning to cook.
Sarah, in addition to her Finance and business classes, had a general education that included history and political science classes, English literature and psychology classes, and a host of classes in other subjects as well. Many of those were classes that on her own Sarah would have never taken, but they were required. Which of course is the point of a Liberal Arts education — a broad field of knowledge introducing students to subjects that left to their own devices they would otherwise ignore.
With her degree in hand, Sarah was something of a snob regarding formal education, which Mark didn't have.
Mark had traveled through Asia, learning to cook Chinese, Indian, and other Asian ethnic cuisines. Mark had worked in Latin America cooking everything from tamales in Mexico, to delicate fish dishes in Lima. He had spent time in Germany and Central Europe making sauerbraten and goulash. In France he had worked in bakeries, and even attended culinary school in Paris.
His true culinary love, though, was Italian food; cooking and eating the dishes of his ancestors. And in the end, his most important teacher was his mother, who passed to him the knowledge that generations of his family before him had perfected in the art of food preparation.
Mark's lack of what passed in Sarah's mind as 'formal education' hadn't been a huge issue for the first fifteen months that they had lived together. While Mark hadn't taken classes at a university, he was interested in current events and history, especially European Renaissance history. He was also knowledgeable about classical music and painting — another knowledge set that he had learned from his mother.
The upshot was, that on those few occasions when Mark had been able to attend social events held by Sarah's employer, he was perfectly capable of carrying on an intelligent conversation on a variety of subjects, and no one thought about whether he had a college degree one way or the other.
That was until Mark and Sarah had been living together for about sixteen months. That was when, like in every Garden of Eden, the serpent appeared. In this case, it was a serpent by the name of J. Phillip Woodword.
Phillip (never 'Phil') was transferred into the Santa Monica branch of UBL as part of a program intended to groom him for upper management (at least that was what he made sure all of his co-workers were informed). He had gone to one of the snooty east-coast schools and came from an 'old money' family. Unfortunately, there wasn't a whole lot of the money left by the time Phillip arrived on the scene, but it didn't prevent him from looking down on almost everyone, especially these west coast upstarts.
While Phillip might have been an insufferable snob, he wasn't blind and his reaction to watching Sarah's divinely proportioned ass in motion as she walked down the hallways of UBL was about the same as Marks. He wanted to tap some of that! And he tried.
Unsuccessfully!
He could hardly believe that Sarah would turn him down when he asked her out, but she politely let him know that she already had a boyfriend and that although she and Phillip could be friends and colleagues, they would never be more than that. Phillip, to all outward appearances, took the rebuff well.
On the inside, he was seething. Phillip decided rather than giving up on Sarah, to redouble his effort to get into her pants. He just had to figure out how to split her away from her damn boyfriend.
His attack started with a casual conversation over a cup of coffee in Sarah's office.
"So Sarah, what does your boyfriend do?" was Phillip's first foray of gathering intelligence.
"Oh, he's a cook. He works at 'Bistro Parisian' across the street," she replied, not knowing that she had just given Phillip his line of attack.
"A cook? That's really interesting," is what he said, but what he was thinking was, "What the hell is a stone fox like her doing hooking up with a cook?"
"Does he have a degree? Or is he, you know, one of those English Lit majors who couldn't find a job, or something?"
"Oh no. He never went to college. Actually, he spent about six years traveling around the world working as a cook. He saw a lot of interesting places and met a lot of different people," Sarah explained.
"But he never pursued any formal education?" Phillip pressed the issue.
"Well, he did go to a cooking school in France, I think," Sarah told him, trying to remember something that Mark had mentioned in passing one time. "Yeah, I think it was called 'Gordon Blues' cooking school, or something."
"Wow, that's, ah..." Phillip started, but just trailed off.
"What?"
"Well, it seems pretty unusual for someone as educated as you who went to a highly ranked university, to be together with someone who doesn't share the same kind of educational background. But hey, I'm sure that you two have worked it out just fine." Phillip didn't want to be too obvious about his approach.
Sarah just nodded her head, taking in what Phillip had said.
"Oh, we do really well together, and Mark is very intelligent even if he didn't go to school. He reads a lot too, when he isn't working."
Not long after that, Phillip returned to his own office. But the seed had been sown in Sarah's mind.
That evening after dinner, when she and Mark were sitting together in the living room talking, she raised the issue of education herself.
"Mark, honey? You know, I was thinking: if you wanted to go to college, I make enough money now that you could quit your cooking job and go back to school."
Mark looked at her incredulously.
"Why would I want to do that?" he asked - his attention now fully focused on Sarah.
"I don't know; you might find all sorts of subjects that interest you at college. I know I did. When I started at the university, I thought that I was going to major in biology and go to medical school; instead, I discovered that what I really enjoyed was business and finance, and ended up getting my degree in that. And look at the job I got as a result."
Mark didn't answer immediately, but Sarah could see that he was literally getting 'hot under the collar'.
"Sarah, how would going to college help me to be a better chef? Or are you saying that cooking is a profession that is somehow less important than working in finance. Or are you suggesting that I'm not educated enough or smart enough for you?"
Sarah became somewhat defensive herself, "No, I'm not saying any of those things; I was just offering to support you if you were to decide to go to school." Now she was getting wound up too, "And I think you're very smart; so smart that I think you could be working a regular work week, and making more money if you were to get a degree and find something else to do!"
"I don't think that you understand me very well," Mark hotly replied, "Cooking is all I've ever wanted to do, and I'm happy doing what I'm doing. It is hard work, and demands long hours, I know, but it's what I'm good at, and what I love."
Sarah backed off a bit, "OK Mark, I didn't mean to get you upset, but I wanted to offer just in case. And if you were to ever change your mind, the offer stands."
That was the end of their first spat, although a couple of hours later as they lay next to each other in bed, they were each thinking their own thoughts and for the first time in their relationship, they were unwilling to communicate them.
So it went for the next two months; Phillip always 'as a friend' would make observations about Mark's job or his inferior level of education compared with Sarah's, or even implying that Sarah should be with someone on a higher intellectual plain.
From that night forward, there was always an edge to Mark and Sarah's conversations. Mark had become sensitive, perhaps too sensitive to Sarah's words, seeing more in them than she meant. He began to interpret what she would say as subtle criticisms. He in turn would become short with her. Soon their interactions became an exercise in verbal sniping at each other. In other words, they were hurting each other on a daily basis, both of them acting out of the fear that they were losing the other, and it was becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The final crisis came about two months after their first little argument.
Given Mark's long hours, sometimes into the evenings, it was not unusual for Sarah to go out for a drink or two with the girls after work. Mark had never objected to her having time with her friends. But that night, he began to wonder about the 'girl's nights out' as well.
That evening, Phillip joined the other Wealth Management group employees at the bar. In truth, Phillip could be a charming man, and quite a conversationalist when he wanted to be, and that evening he dominated Sarah's time. Indeed, they spent almost the entire evening talking with each other to the exclusion of any of the other members of the group. Even after the others had called it a night and left, Phillip and Sarah continued to chitchat. Finally, almost two hours later than was her normal habit, Sarah arrived home to find that Mark had actually gotten there ahead of her.
Mark was somewhat disappointed that Sarah wasn't there when he arrived. He'd been able to take off early from work, and had hoped to have some time to spend with Sarah, to try and address the problems that had been developing in their relationship. Plus, he had some exciting news that he had hoped to share with her — news that would change his future career.
Instead, Sarah got home late and had obviously had a few more drinks than her usual. When he tried to talk to her, she began to go on and on about the wonderful time she'd had that evening with Phillip, her new co-worker.
"Phillip?" Mark asked, "I don't recall meeting him."
"I guess not, he's only been with us for a couple of months," the slightly inebriated Sarah admitted. "But you'd like him. He's really smart and went to one of the top schools on the East Coast. He's pretty funny too, once you get to know him."
A light went off in Marks brain the second that Sarah laid that little tidbit on him. The change in Sarah's attitude had begun just about the same time that this Phillip character had come to her office. He wasn't at all persuaded that he would like Phillip; in fact he suspected quite the opposite.
"Ah. Did his wife join you at the bar?" he inquired.
"Don't be silly," Sarah said with a laugh, "He's not married!"
"Really? My, what a surprise," Mark remarked with a grimace that went unnoticed by Sarah. "Was it Phillip who suggested to you that I might one day rise to the level of a wage slave, if only I went to college?"
Sarah frowned thinking about Mark's remark.
"Oh no. I thought of that myself. But we had been talking about your job and how you hadn't gone to school. You know..." her sentence just trailing off.
"Has it ever occurred to you that Phillip might be trying to split us up, and that he is doing it by convincing you that I'm not good enough for you?"
"No, no, no. Phillip is just a friend. He's not interested in splitting us up," Sarah insisted.
"So he's never tried to ask you out, or put moves on you?" Mark pressed the point home.
"Well, when he first arrived he asked me out once, but I told him that you were my boyfriend, and that I couldn't go out with him."
"Sarah, I think that he does want to go out with you, and probably figures that if your boyfriend wasn't around, he would have a shot at getting into your pants!" Mark explained, becoming rather upset. "And one way to get in between us is to try and poison your mind against me."
"Mark," Sarah got loud right back in Mark's face, "You're being unfair to Phillip. He's done nothing to try and 'get in my pants' since I told him no. You're just jealous because Phillip is an investment banker with a degree, and you're just a..."
Sarah stopped, and she instantly become sober, because she knew that she had gone too far.
She could see the look on Mark's face that combined the pain of what she had implied about him, with disgust that she had finally exposed her true assessment in a moment of candor.
"Mark, no, no... I'm sorry; I didn't mean what I said. I was just angry and saying the most vicious thing that came into my head..." she said, her entire being filled with a sense of shame.
Mark, shocked and hurt, put an end to it.
"I think I'm going to go to bed. I have an early day tomorrow," he said in a quiet voice, his strength having drained out of him. "Let's talk after we've both had a chance to calm down. That way maybe we won't say anything more that we will regret."
And with that, Mark turned and walked back to the bedroom.
By the time that Sarah joined him, Mark had turned and faced away from her side of the bed. She climbed under the covers and moved over to spoon with her beloved, but he was still and unresponsive to the warmth of her body for the first time since they started living together.
"Mark," she whispered into his ear, "I love you. I love you the way you are. I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you."
Eventually, they both fell asleep.
The next morning by the time that Sarah woke up, Mark was already gone. She was disappointed that he hadn't even bothered to wake her, and had (she figured) gone off to work kind of pissed off. But she felt more optimistic in the daylight — she would make it up to Mark this evening. In the meantime, she needed to get to work too.
Mark had started off his morning in the opposite kind of mood. So far as he was concerned, he had been putting up with Sarah's complete lack of respect, her dwindling affections, and a growing ration of nagging for the past two months. And worse, now he knew that the sudden rift in their relationship could be attributed to one Phillip Woodword. Mark was not a believer in coincidence, and the arrival of this man on the scene was just too convenient.
But as he sat and had his first cup of coffee for the day, Mark shook his head to clear his mind, because he couldn't let his deteriorating relationship with Sarah interfere with business today. Mark had to put his shit together, because in a couple of hours, he had a meeting this afternoon with Luci Vandenhousen, known in L.A. food circles as 'Luci V.' Luci was a well-known 'angel' in the L.A. restaurant scene. She found great chefs, usually just as their reputations were growing, and she would enter into partnerships with them — they supplied the cooking and the recipes, she supplied the financing, and publicity and voila! A hot new restaurant would be born.
And Mark was her next project.
The downside for Mark was, Luci was an attractive blond in her early forties, and a well-known 'cougar' with a particular taste for young chefs. She was said to have sampled the wares of every chef whose restaurants she had funded. One of the dirty little secrets of the industry was, that like rock-and-roll musicians, celebrities, and politicians, the top chefs also had 'groupies' — one of the reasons why so many of them were divorced.
"At least," Mark thought to himself, "if I have to service Luci, I won't have to worry about two-timing Sarah anymore." As he'd sat, he made his decision. That afternoon he was going to move out of the apartment that Sarah and he had shared.
After Mark had prepared the lunch meals, he left them for his assistant to finish, and took one of those rare afternoons off. He returned to the apartment, and packed his bags. A sad and depressing thing for him, because he truly loved Sarah, but felt it was his only choice.
He didn't need a mother telling him what to do, nor a condescending virago, harping day and night trying to 'improve' him. At this time of his life, taking advantage of the opportunity to open his own restaurant was simply too good to pass up.
Before he returned to the restaurant, he wrote out a note and left it for Sarah to find on their dining room table.
\~\*\~\*\~\*\~
The day dragged on slowly for Sarah. Even though she thought she had repaired the damage she'd done with Mark, their fight the night before — and she had to admit to herself that it was a fight not just a spat or disagreement — it had left her afraid that it would leave a permanent stain on their relationship.
She realized that she was desperately in love with Mark, regardless of his job, his working hours, or his lack of a degree. And finally, she was feeling terribly guilty at the fact she had been such a bitch to her lover and partner for the past couple of months.
One of the first things she concluded was that she was going to stop allowing Phillip to have the influence on her opinions that she'd ceded to him since he arrived on the scene. Her opportunity came that morning when he dropped by her office.
"Hey Sarah! How's it going this morning?"
"Not all that well, Phillip. Could you sit down for a minute?" she asked. He took a seat in the chair across the desk from her.
"Sure. By the way, I had a great time with you last night. You're really a lot of fun to be around."
"That's one of the things I want to talk to you about.
"After I got home last night, my boyfriend and I had a big fight. You know that I appreciate your trying to help me out and give me advice, but I'm afraid that some of the ideas that I've been picking up from you are hurting, not helping. I know that wasn't your intention, but that's what the result has been. So, if you don't mind, I would prefer if we didn't discuss my boyfriend or our relationship anymore."
Phillip tried to look abashed on the outside, but inside he was jumping for joy that his strategy had been so successful. So now he would just have to make an adjustment to his method.
"Oh Sarah! I'm so sorry. I certainly didn't mean to cause you any trouble. All I was doing was being a sounding board for your frustrations, and giving you whatever guidance I could.
"But I will absolutely stay away from the subject of your boyfriend, if that's what you think is best. I hope that we can remain friends, though."
Sarah nodded, "Absolutely — after all we still work together, and see each other every day, so I wouldn't want it any other way. But I think from now on, we need to keep things on a more professional basis."
"Absolutely," Phillip agreed, assuming that Sarah's stance wouldn't last long after she broke up with her current boyfriend. Sarah couldn't see the grin on his face as he walked back to his office.
The hours passed with agonizing slowness, until lunchtime finally arrived. Sarah was out the door right at noon, which was earlier than she regularly took her lunch, and across the street to Bistro Parisian to talk to Mark.
"Alas no, Miss Sarah," replied Pierre, the maître d' of Bistro, "Mark said he had some business to attend to, and left. I expect that he will return later this afternoon, if that would help?"
"Thank you, Pierre. I guess that I can come back later."
Pierre looked at Sarah and could see that she was agitated and unhappy not to find Mark at work. Perhaps she was worried that Mark was seeing another woman, he though briefly, before dismissing the thought. No. Not Mark, that wasn't his style. Something else, he decided.
"Miss Sarah — you look, how you say it? Unhappy and disturbed. Can I bring you something to eat? You know life's difficulties are always easier to face on a full stomach."
Sarah had to smile at Pierre's concern as well as his attitude towards food. Like Mark, he lived a life centered around food and the Bistro.
"Thank you, Pierre, but I don't think so. I'm not really very hungry."
"Oh Miss Sarah, Mark made Lobster Bisque for the soup d'jour — can't I get you at least a bowl of bisque and some fresh bread still hot from the oven..."
Sarah could feel her resolve melting at Pierre's description of the soup, so she allowed herself to be convinced. Pierre sat her at a table that was in the kitchen and served her there himself.
While she ate, Mark's coworkers came by, one after another, and each sat with her for a minute or two, talking and passing the time in pleasant companionship until they had to get back to work. They all had words of praise for Mark: he is a great chef, he is a pleasure to work with, an all around nice man.
Sarah actually had a great time and enjoyed just being in the hot, steamy, bustling kitchen, filled with dedicated hard working but pleasant people. These were Mark's friends, and this was his world.
And Pierre was right — the troubles between her and Mark seemed less ominous and more solvable to her on a full stomach.
The only worrisome thing was that Mark didn't get back to the Bistro in time for Sarah to see him. She had to return to work.
\~\*\~\*\~\*\~
Luci was right on time for the meeting at 4:30 that afternoon. There wasn't really much left to do as far as the partnership was concerned. Over the last two months they had gone over the details a hundred times — the menus, the décor of the dining room, the kitchen requirements, the staffing, the location, and the financing. All that was left now were the signatures on the papers. The lawyers had reviewed the documents and everyone all around conceded that the contract accurately reflected the desires of both parties.
As Mark looked across the table at Luci, he couldn't help but think to himself that she was a work of art — the art of the cosmetic surgeon!
He knew she was at least forty-years old, but she looked ten years younger, at least if you didn't look too closely. Her nose had been straightened, her cheekbones enhanced. Her breasts weren't that large, but they stood out like bullets from her chest, firmer than would look natural even on a younger woman. Her ass was so perfectly rounded, that it screamed of liposuction and surgical shaping.
She was thin, almost to the point of anorexia, which surprised most people when they discovered that she was the part owner of half-a-dozen of L.A.'s top restaurants. But it was easily explained by the hours each day she spent with her expensive trainers in her home gym, who kept her fit and thin.
She was, though, a natural blond, a fact to which her lovers could attest. She did not go in for 'brazilians', leaving a thin blond landing strip for their delight.
"I can't tell you how excited I am, Mark," she exclaimed, an obvious glow lighting her face. For Luci, starting a new restaurant was comparable to being pregnant and giving birth for most women. They had just finished signing the paperwork and were finishing off their celebratory glasses of Champaign before Mark had to get back to the kitchen to prepare for the dinner seating.
Even Mark was feeling better, despite the situation between him and Sarah. With his own restaurant, he was sure that he could hit the big time. Mark was so pleased, in fact, that he didn't object when Luci reached across the table and took both of his hands in hers.
Luci was ecstatic, and could hardly stop talking.
"We should be able to open in about six weeks — thank god that the kitchen was already set up, and is fairly new. So we get the decorators in there and let them go to town.
"In the meantime, I'll start talking up 'Trattoria Veni Vidi' with my contacts at the Times, and Channel 7. Once they are on to it, everyone else will follow. Oh, I guess L.A. Magazine too. They will all be completely blown away by the food."
As she finished speaking, Luci looked up to see a young woman with red hair standing at the doorway of the Bistro staring directly at their table with a horrified look on her face. Feeling more than a little mischievous, Luci raised her voice.
"Mark, the two of us are going to be SO good together; it's a marriage made in heaven!"
Then she looked back at the redhead with a smug look, and smiled.
Sarah's face fell when she heard the blond bimbo sitting with Mark say those ugly words. Whatever pain she had caused Mark, she had just received back ten-fold. Tears began to run from her eyes, even before she could take a breath, which was followed by a sobbing gasp. Then she turned and ran out the door into the evening.
Hearing her sudden gasp, Mark disentangled his hands from Luci's grasp. He turned, just in time to recognize Sarah fleeing from the Bistro.
"Sarah, Sarah! Wait!" he called at the fleeing figure.
He stood up from the table so quickly that he knocked the chair he was sitting on over. He ran to the door, but it was too late. By the time he made it out onto the street, Sarah could not be seen. He looked one way and then the other, but it was made more difficult because it was right at closing time for all of the surrounding businesses, and the sidewalks were at their most congested of the day.
Mark slowly walked back into the Bistro. Luci, having done her damage, kissed him on the cheek as she walked out.
"OK Mark. We'll talk tomorrow, and get YOUR new restaurant started. By the way, who was the woman?" Luci asked, already having a fairly good notion.
"She's my girlfriend — I mean... I guess my ex-girlfriend."
"Oh no! I hope I didn't frighten her off!" Luci replied, with a sincere tone that bespoke of her acting abilities.
"No, I don't think so. I didn't expect her for a while. She told Pierre that she was coming by this evening to talk to me. I guess she wasn't that keen on the idea. She was probably going to bitch at me for one thing or another," Mark said, trying to make light of what had just happened. But Luci could tell how badly the break-up was affecting him just by the dispirited tone of his voice.
She reached over and caressed the side of Mark's face.
"Don't worry, darling. You are going to be so busy for the next couple of months, you won't have a second to worry about women. And after 'Veni Vidi' is open, your main problem will be keeping the women at bay!' she laughed, not saying what she was thinking — that one of those women stalking the lithe young chef would be her.
Strangely enough, she was right. For the next six weeks, he was too busy to worry about anything except getting the restaurant opened in time.
\~\*\~\*\~\*\~
When Sarah arrived back at the apartment that she and Mark had shared, it didn't take long for her to discover that he'd left her.
His clothes were gone from the closet, his toiletries were missing from the bathroom, none of his personal effects remained, just the photos of the two of them together still hanging on the walls.
She found the note on the table.
Dearest Sarah,
Sarah, I love you more than anything else in this world — yes, even more than my other love, cooking. I can't conceive that I will ever 'not love' you. You were my perfect other half. You completed me; you filled my soul with joy. You were a perfect lover, and a perfect love. I'm mystified how I will be able to live without you, but I can promise you, it will be with less happiness in my life.
But I cannot go on living with you the way things have been recently. Your lack of respect for what I do, and the goals that motivate me in MY life, hurts me beyond my capacity to explain. And I will not accept living with someone who has recently begun to criticize everything that I do, and everything that I am. So perhaps it is time that we part.
Perhaps you have already left me in spirit, leaving me for Phillip, or some other man who will better match your needs. I hope you find the right man, the man with whom you can live a fulfilling life, have the children that we talked about having one day, and who can love you as much as I do. I truly wish you happiness and love.
One last thing: I left you a dish of Coq au Vin in the refrigerator. Bake it at 275 degrees for about two-and-a-half hours. Remember not to cook it any higher than 275 (the oven cooks a little hot), and don't forget to take it out on time — set the timer. You'll have leftovers for a couple of nights out of that; just reheat until it's warm enough to eat.
Love forever,
Mark
Ps: I also put some tamales that I made in the freezer. The cooking instructions are on a piece of paper in the bag.
Pps: Don't use the damn microwave to reheat the Coq au Vin; use the oven at a low temperature.
Sarah read the note and sat at the table most of the rest of the night bawling her eyes out. Even on his way out the door, Mark wanted to make sure she didn't go hungry.
"What kind of bitch am I," she asked herself, "to drive off a man like Mark! And how could he possible imagine that I had anything, anything at ALL, going with Phillip."
She was having a difficult time reconciling what Mark wrote in his farewell letter with what Sarah had seen in the Bistro. She simply could NOT believe that Mark was involved with that skanky old bimbo who reeked of plastic surgery, regardless of what she heard. An old cougar like that was just 'so not Mark!'
Not that it really mattered. Mark had left her, and that was the only important fact.
Sarah didn't go into work the following day because she was felt so miserable, but the day afterwards she knew that she couldn't keep acting as if the world had ended, and that she had to continue living, so it was back to the old grind.
There was a shocking surprise awaiting her at work that day.
Sarah was sitting in her office when her friend, Brenda, knocked on her door.
"Come on in Brenda. What's going on?"
Brenda looked rather uncomfortable.
"Sarah, do know who R. Bradley Leonard is?"
"Oh course. He is the Vice-President for UBL's west coast Wealth Management operations. My boss's boss. Why do you ask?" Brenda tilted her head a little and smiled a pseudo-smile that implied bad, evil, even earth shaking events.
"Well, Mr. R Bradley Leonard is in Phillip's office, and he would like to see you. Next."
Sarah looked puzzled, "Next? And what is Mr. Leonard doing here? I didn't see any emails to the effect that he was coming?"
"'Next' means everyone else in the department has already been in to see him. As for why he's here — I'll let him explain."
To say that Sarah walked down the hall to Phillip's office with a certain amount of trepidation would be an understatement. She was scared stiff that she was going to be fired for some reason, although in truth, she couldn't remember doing anything worse than maybe 'borrowing' a pencil or pen from the office to take home. Just to write shopping lists.
"Please, Sarah, come in," boomed the voice of R. Bradley Leonard, "I think that we've met before at the regional meetings, but I've never had the pleasure of speaking to you one-on-one. Oh, and please call me 'Brad'. I don't stand much on formalities."
"Yes sir, I mean 'Brad," Sarah replied, while entering the office and sitting as instructed. She looked around at the office; something seemed a little odd.
"Excuse me Sir, I mean, Brad. Where is Phillip?"
"Ahem. Well that is the reason for our little meeting here today.
"Tell me, how well did you know Phillip?" he asked.
"Not terribly well. We spoke here at the office on occasion, and once recently Phillip joined us after work for drinks," Sarah replied, her curiosity evident.
"Did he ever ask you about your work, or about the procedures that the Wealth Management Group used?" Formality or not, Brad seemed to be very serious about this line of questioning.
"No Sir. Actually, he and I only ever spoke about personal things — he was giving me advice in how to deal with my boyfriend, you know, from a man's point of view," Sarah said, blushing as she admitted to the fact. "And in fact, his advice wasn't very good, because it only made things worse. May I ask why you are interested?"
"In short," Brad explained, "The man we knew as Phillip, it turns out, was not Phillip Woodword. He is some sort of imposter, who managed to get the real Phillip Woodword's information, and acquired or manufactured documentation that convinced our corporate HR people that he was Phillip Woodword.
"At this point, it's not clear who he actually was, and he seems to have cottoned on to the fact that we were on to him, and he has disappeared into the woodwork. And now we have to figure out what, if anything, he took or did during his tenure with UBL.
"Thank you for coming in and answering our questions, Sarah. I hope that we meet again in more positive circumstances. And if you hear from him, or have any relevant information that might come to mind — anything that he might have told you that you don't remember at this moment, here is a card for my office; call me and let us know."
Sarah walked quietly back to her office. "How stupid could I have been? Some complete fraud convinced me he was so educated and smart and I believed him. And he shook my faith in a man who I knew was smart, and who was educated, just in a different way." She made it back to her office before she started weeping again.
Sarah wanted to, no, she needed to talk to Mark, to explain, to apologize, even to grovel a little. But she couldn't find him. It was like he'd dropped off the face of the earth. His phone was no longer in service; no one from Bistro knew where he'd moved, but he wasn't working there anymore. Even his Facebook page had been shut down. It seemed ironic to Sarah that Mark Flore had disappeared as completely as the phony Phillip Woodword.
\~\*\~\*\~\*\~
WARNING! Dear readers — in the remainder of the story, some of the dialog is in 'dialect'. This is not intended to offend anyone. I was in Italy last year and I've tried to recreate the wonderful English with an Italian accent that I heard there. There are a lot of words to which an 'ah' sound is added. Some words lose letters — 'g's at the end of words, and 'h's at the beginnings. 'The' sounds like 'dee'. So be prepared. Put on your best Italian accent, and read the dialog out loud phonetically. And to add a real Italian flavor, with your hands, put your thumb touching the first and second fingers, and turn your hand so it's pointing up, then go back and forth moving your hands at the wrist. Now'a thats'a real Italiano!
\~\*\~\*\~\*\~
So it was that months later, Sarah and her friend Brenda found themselves waiting in a line to get into L.A.'s newest, hottest restaurant — 'Trattoria Veni Vidi' on the Malibu pier.
Mark and the new maître d' of Veni Vidi, Antonio Fiumi, an Italian immigrant, known universally as 'Tony', were looking through a small window in the kitchen at the line of people waiting to get into the restaurant. Although they didn't take reservations, if they spotted Goldie Hawn or Pamela Anderson, or one of the other famous Malibu residents waiting, Tony would sneak them in and seat them at Mark's special 'reserved' table.
"Oh shit," Mark said under his breath.
"Wha's that'a, boss?" Tony asked, thinking that perhaps a food critic or some other vile reprobate was in line.
"There towards the back of the line. See the redhead?"
"Oh, si. D' one wi' the nice apair?" Tony noted when he spotted her, his hands making the universal 'big tits' motion.
"Yeah, she's the one. Her name is Sarah Bell, and she's my ex-girlfriend."
Tony thought that one over, and considered for a moment how he would respond to one of his old girlfriends showing up.
"You want I should'a tell her to butts off, an' forget'a 'bout eatin' here?"
Mark just shook his head, and looked at Tony.
"First Tony, it's 'buzz off' not 'butts off'. Lord, you will get us in to trouble if you confuse those two words. And no, I don't want you to get rid of her. Why don't you bring her around and put her at my table, and I'll put together dinner for her and her friend."
"Ok'a boss'a man. I jus' 'ope that'a Barbara not'a show up tonight. You know 'ow upset'a she get, when you'a no seat 'er at your'a table!"
"Tony, you know as well as I do that Miss Streisand was here last night, so it is very unlikely that she will be here again tonight..."
The upshot was, that Tony ventured into the night, and found himself face-to-face with Sarah and Brenda.
" 'eya, you two nice'a ladies, I'm'a Tony d' maître d' of'a Veni Vidi. Could'a you please'a come with'a me, aroun' d' side?"
A suspicious Brenda looked askance at the stranger.
"If we follow you, we'll lose our place in line."
Tony was nonplussed by her response.
"But I'm'a take'n you in'a d' restaurant by d' side door!" he stated.
"How do I know you're really the maître d', and not some imposter who suckers people out their place in line?"
"Lady," Tony said in a firm, no nonsense tone, "You see'a how I am dress? You think'a d' phony-baloney maître d' go outta and buy d' tuxedo suit to'a fool you?"
Sarah intervened, "Brenda, just follow the man. If we lose our place, we'll just scream bloody murder until they give us our place back."
Tony beamed.
"You see! Do'a wha' d' lady she say."
And with that, Tony led them around to the side door, into the dining room and seated them at the special 'Chef's Reserved' table.
Tony seated them himself, pulling out their chairs for them, presenting them with napkins, and generally treating them like royalty. As soon as they had been seated, Tony turned and snapped his fingers, and a waiter instantly came to the table and dropped off a champaign style glass filled with a clear sparkling liquid for each of them.
Tony stood by, as they picked up their glasses, and made a little 'toast' to themselves and took a sip.
"This'a drink'a she is called in Venezia, d' 'Spritz', and she is'a made from..."
Sarah closed her eyes and sighed, and interrupted Tony.
"From Prosecco, sparkling water and Aperol! And it's perfect. Brenda, this tastes exactly like the ones that Mark used to make for me."
Tony smiled, bowed and excused himself to return to his other duties.
While Sarah and Brenda sat enjoying their 'Spritz's and wondering when someone would arrive with their menus, other people in the room were wondering who these two lovely ladies were who had been put to the head of the line, so to speak, and seated at what the connoisseurs knew was the table reserved for VIPs. Models? Movie stars? They had become ladies of mystery who'd taken the chef's fancy.
Back in the kitchen, Mark was getting ready to leave for a while.
"OK Tony. Everything is set — serve them the dishes I've set out, and make sure that they have a really great time. No bill! They are on the house tonight."
"Boss'a, where'a you goin'?" Tony asked, looking at Mark as he donned his leather jacket.
"I'm going for a ride up the coast. I...well; I just can't stay here right now."
And with that, Mark walked out of the restaurant, and over to the parking area where his Porsche was parked. He started up his new toy, pulled out, and headed up PCH towards Oxnard. He figured he could stop at Paradise Cove, or find a bar in Oxnard to hang in for a little while.
Back at the table, the girls were on their second Spritz, and had been served a basket full of sliced whole wheat Nicosia olive bread, made with olives, onions and thyme, accompanied by a small dish of garlic butter and an olive bruschetta in a second dish.
Brenda was eating slices of bread, alternating between spreading butter and the bruschetta on the robust loaf.
"I think I've died and gone to heaven!" she said between pieces.
Sarah, on the other hand, had a strange, quizzical look on her face.
"You know, Brenda, this bread and the bruschetta taste just like what Mark used to make for us, when he was doing his 'Italian' thing."
"Really? And you dumped a man who could cook for you like this?" was the ever practical Brenda's response.
Before Sarah could go any further with her thought, the waiter brought a bottle of red wine to the table. Sarah noticed that it was Chianti Reserve 2007 from the Verrazzano winery in Tuscany — a wine that Mark had told her was one of his favorite wines, from one of the best wineries in the Tuscan region.
"Excuse me," Sarah said to the waiter to get his attention, "but we didn't order this. In fact, we haven't actually ordered anything yet — but we keep getting served!"
"But Miss, it's all on the meal ticket. I saw it back in the kitchen."
Sarah persisted, "But if we aren't ordering all of this, how can you expect us to pay for it?" Sarah was actually becoming a little worried, since she'd heard about the prices at the restaurant, and meals costing several hundred dollars per person were not unusual.
The waiter looked at Sarah blankly, "The meal ticket is marked 'paid', so you aren't paying for it."
Brenda perked right up when she heard that!
"Sarah, we've won the lottery! Don't say another thing, because I, for one, am really enjoying this meal. Do not question this. It is a sign from God."
Sarah shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, but stopped complaining. Plus the wine was excellent.
The main course was no surprise in an Italian restaurant. A pizza, but what a pizza it was.
The dough was thick, with a slightly sweet bread-like consistency, covered by a pizza sauce and pieces of cooked tomatoes and topped with mushrooms, sausage and cheese. But when Sarah tasted her first bite of the pizza, she motioned Tony to come over to their table.
"Tony, this pizza — can you tell me about it?" asked a now rather stern looking Sarah.
"Well, d' boss'a, he make'a d' dough ever' day. We make'a the sauce d' couple times a week. We use'a only d' mozzarella bufala cheese, and d' sausage, she'a come from'a fellow in Pear Blossom who'a he's makin' it especial for d' boss. We only use'a tomatoes that are'a kept until they are'a red on'a d' vine, and d' fungi..."
Sarah interrupted again, "are rare, and they use pigs to find them?"
Once again, Tony beamed, as he nodded in the affirmative.
"You'a got it. All'a of d' things together make'a this d' best'a pizza in'a Los Angeles, maybe in'a California, maybe in'a d' world!"
As Tony walked back to his station, Sarah turned to Brenda.
"Brenda, this pizza is exactly like the ones Mark used to make; this was my favorite pizza combination. And only Mark made them like this!"
Brenda shrugged her shoulders, and took another bite from the pie.
"It's great. I love it. Eat. We can talk later," she concluded, getting back to the serious business of devouring this unique and extraordinary pizza.
Sarah did as Brenda suggested, and joined her friend as they drank their Chianti and ate their pizza. Sarah though, still had her suspicions.
It was the dessert that tipped Sarah from suspicion to out-and-out paranoia.
It was a triple-berry pie filling, in a tort style crust, topped with a hand-made lavender-infused whip cream and fresh berries. It was delicious, with its fragrant lavender smell, combined with the mixture of blueberries, black berries and raspberries, and it was the final outrage for Sarah.
"Brenda, I swear: this dessert recipe is identical to the one that Mark makes. There is something funny going on here!" And with that, she motioned Tony over again.
"She's a good'a dessert, si?" he said, as he approached the table.
"Yes, it was a delicious dessert Tony. But could we possibly speak to the chef?" Sarah asked, on the trail of a mystery.
"Im'a sorry, lady, but'a d' boss'a, 'e a left just'a about'a d' same time'a you are arriving," Tony explained, apologetically.
"Ah," Sarah said, not sure if she really believed Tony's story of the missing chef. "Then may I ask: what is the chef's name?"
"Oh sure'a — his'a name is'a Marko d'Fiorenze," Tony revealed.
"Is there'a anythin' else you ladies would'a like? A digestif? D' glass of'a sherry, perhaps'a d' port? And 'ow are you'a liking d' pizza? She is'a d' 'Bella Sara', our'a mos' popular'a pizza."
Hearing the name of the pizza, the 'Bella Sara', Sarah and Brenda looked at each other. Sarah was about to start making a fuss, when Brenda stopped her again.
"Don't you dare say a word. If you do, they'll decide that they made a mistake and that we're really supposed to pay for this meal. And I don't want to be washing the dishes here for the next week!"
Sarah glared at Brenda for her unwillingness to stand up and defend Mark's honor, but decided that now was not the time or the place.
Even though they had assured Tony that they were completely sated, a small glass of icy cold Limoncello was presented to complete the meal.
Shortly afterwards, the two women left Veni Vidi; one happy as a lark to be stuffed to the gills with exquisite Italian food, the other equally filled, but indignant at what she suspected was a great miscarriage of justice.
Sarah feared that this chef Marko d'Fiorenze was making his reputation by stealing her boyfriend's (well, she conceded, ex-boyfriend's) culinary masterpieces. He would NOT succeed!
Sarah was determined she was going to come back and have it out with this ruthless food pirate!
\~\*\~\*\~\*\~
The next day things had returned to normal at Veni Vidi.
Tony and Mark were quietly eating an early lunch before the restaurant opened for the day, going over the specials for the dinner sitting, and reviewing the surprise visit from the night before.
"Boss'a, now I am'a understand why you have'a d' Botticelli paintings in d' dining room — you 'ave you' own Simonetta!" exclaimed Tony.
"Simonetta?" Mark asked, obviously missing Tony's meaning.
"Sure — she is'a Sandro Botticelli's redhead'a model who is a d' Venus who is a rising from'a d' 'alf-shell! That was 'er'a name: Simonetta Vespucci. You ex look'a jus' alike her."
Mark thought about it, "You know, I never thought about that but I guess you're right. Sarah does look a lot like the redhead in the paintings."
Then, joking, he turned back to Tony, "But Tony, you better not turn on the Italian charm. I'm still not completely over her," he touched his heart, "and I'd never forgive you if you were to steal off with her!"
"Not to worry, boss. My wife'a, Fabiola, she'sa Italiano too, and she 'ave'a d' 'Christmas' attitude'a about'a d' other women."
"Don't you mean a 'Christian' attitude, Tony?" asked Mark.
"No, no! A 'Christmas' attitude'a: I touch'a d' other woman, Fabiola she a have'a my'a chestnuts roastin' on d' open fire!" he answered, laughing uproariously at his own joke.
There are several places that have been widely recognized for the fact that they provide no real privacy — the Captain's stateroom on an old sailing ship, and anywhere at all in a restaurant. The proof of the latter was that the entire conversation that passed between Mark and Tony was overheard in its entirety by Mark's business partner, Luci, who was sitting in the adjacent dining room area going over the books with her accountant.
Luci was very, very satisfied with the way that 'Trattoria Veni Vidi' had developed. She had gotten the word around to key members of the food press in L.A., who in turn had spoken and written with great anticipation of the opening of a new 'Luci V.' restaurant. The first couple of nights the restaurant served meals limited to a small group of invited friends, to allow the staff of Veni Vidi to work out any kinks in the operation, but after that when the 'official' opening night rolled around, the lines were long and the diners were hungry. And fortunately, the food that Veni Vidi served was so good, that they kept coming back for more.
On the other hand, Luci was not happy that thus far she had not been able to consummate her erotic desires with Mark.
Luci was a wealthy woman. She had been born with the proverbial 'silver spoon' in her mouth. She, with her combined skill at spotting great chefs and her business acumen in the restaurant industry, had actually multiplied the wealth she started with several times over. Luci was a smart, savvy businesswoman.
And she was used to getting her way, but this time her target was not cooperating. Mark just wasn't responding. Her hints, he ignored; the flirting seemed to bounce off of him like water off a duck. When she would give him a wide-open shot of her boobs, or open her legs to invite him to consider dining at the 'Y', he just turned his eyes away. It was really irritating.
Overhearing Mark and Tony's candid conversation, though, gave her an idea.
\~\*\~\*\~\*\~
Sarah had gone in to work the day after her dinner at Veni Vidi, but she had been close to useless. Her body was sitting at the desk, but her mind was in a quandary, wondering what her best approach would be to stop this... this... culinary interloper who was poaching Mark's recipes.
"You don't really know that, Sarah," Brenda had insisted that morning. "Maybe Mark 'sold' him the right to use the recipes, or something."
"Never!" Sarah replied, with firm conviction. "Those were HIS recipes that he'd worked on, and he always told me that the only way that he would part with them was if he became really famous, he might put one or two of them in a cookbook.
"If I could only find him, I would let him know — but there still aren't any new listings for Mark Flore. I think he must have moved completely out of the area. If I told him, though, he would be raising hell about it. Mark was such a nice guy, but he was pretty tough too. I wouldn't want to be in the guy's shoes at Veni Vidi when Mark shows up."
Brenda reflected for a moment, "Well, the only way for you to really know what is going on is for you to talk to that chef and confront him. See what he says, and if he doesn't have a good explanation, then you contact the food critic guys who write for the papers and accuse him publicly."
That made sense to Sarah. Now all she had to do was summon the courage to make a call to the chef. It was time for her to throw down the gauntlet to protect her man, even if he would never know.
"No, no — I'm'a sorry lady, but'a d' chef he is really no here right'a now. I'm'a criss-a-cross my'a heart!' Tony explained.
"Well he can't be gone all of the time. He is stealing the recipes that he is using from my boyfriend, and I will not let him get away with it. I'll write a letter to the newspaper. I'll get in touch with the television stations. I'll go to the State Department of Consumer Affairs!" Sarah threatened.
Tony blinked, "d' Departmento of'a Consumer Affairs?"
"Yes. I'll charge Veni Vidi with food fraud!"
There was a long silent pause at the other end of the phone, as Tony silently prayed for patience.
"OK'a lady, I talk'a to d' boss'a when he get in and letta 'im know what'a you say. Here, lemme get'a d' piece a paper and I take'a you phone number..."
A couple of hours later, Tony was repeating the conversation to Mark.
"The Department of Consumer Affairs? She wants to charge us with food fraud? I don't think that they care about someone stealing a recipe," Mark observed.
Tony nodded in agreement, "They are'a never'a showin' up'a d' restaurants where'a I'm'a workin'. Public Health, si, but not'a Consumer Affair'a peoples."
"Not to mention that I could hardly steal my own recipes. I think this is some sort of karma thing — I must have done a lot of really stupid things in a previous life that I'm paying for now," Mark said, sighing.
"OK, Tony. Call Sarah back and tell her to come out here Monday for lunch. I'll meet with her and straighten this whole thing out."
"But'a boss!"
"Yeah, I know Tony — it's Valentine's Day. But we aren't open for lunch on Monday, and the staff won't be coming in until 2:00 to prepare for our special Valentine's dinner. That should give me a little time alone with her."
"You know'a, boss, I'm'a thinkin' she'sa still in'a love wit' you," Tony interjected, because as a man, as a lover, and as an Italian, he was a big believer in the power of love!
"I'm still in love with her too, Tony. But she was never able to respect what I do, and I can't face living a life together with someone who doesn't understand and support my art," and saying that, Mark shrugged his shoulders and turned to go back to the kitchen.
\~\*\~\*\~\*\~
After overhearing Tony and Mark talking about Mark's taste for Botticelli's model, Simonette Vespucci, Luci first spent some time looking at the reproduction of 'The Birth of Venus' in the dining room; then she acquired a book that also contained a copy of the famous painting. If a Simonette was what Mark wanted, then a Simonette was what she would give him.
From one of the workers in the kitchen, Luci had also learned that Mark was coming in early on Monday, when no one else would be around the restaurant.
It was her chance, her opportunity to ambush Mark.
Over the weekend Luci's hairdresser spent hours and hours getting Luci's hair just the right shade of red. And that meant coloring her 'landing strip' as well. Luci already had blue-gray eyes, so that wasn't a problem. But there was no way that Luci, who had always prided herself on her complete tan, as in 'no pale areas from bathing suits' and the like, could manage to get her complexion to mimic the very pale ivory color of Venus in the painting. She would just have to make do.
Luci's highest hurdle to overcome was finding extensions for her hair that were the right color, and long enough. In the painting, Simonette's hair was so long it extended below her butt, for heavens sake! They promised her at the salon that they would have them by Monday morning, and she would just have to hope that they could come through for her.
Sarah wasn't happy at being put off until Monday, but it was what she could get. She would meet with this Chef d'Fiorenze and give him a piece of her mind. Maybe she hadn't supported Mark the way she should have before when they were together, but she was going to stand up for him now, when he wasn't there to defend himself.
For both women, it was a long slow weekend, as they waited for their respective plans to come to fruition.
Mark worked at Veni Vidi the whole weekend, and didn't have a moment to spare thinking about either woman.
On Monday morning, Luci was at the hairdresser by 10:00 getting her extensions put on, and having a few last minute touch ups done to match her hair and the extensions. By 11:00, she was getting in her car to drive from her West Side luxury condo up to Malibu, to Veni Vidi. She estimated about a 45-minute drive, given traffic conditions.
Sarah, on the other hand, had gone to work in the morning, but had claimed to have a doctor's appointment. She figured that if she left work at 11:30, she could make it up the coast to the pier in Malibu in about a half-an-hour. That would be perfect to make sure that she was on time for her appointment to see Chef d'Fiorenze.
Mark had slept in late for once, after working both days of the weekend. Normally Veni Vidi was closed on Mondays, but because this was Valentine's Day, they had a special 'by invitation only' dinner planned.
Mark was excited about the dinner that night, for it was not about the VIPs, the big-money people, or the entertainment industry mavens. Tonight's dinner was for the people who had supported Mark's efforts and appreciated his cooking for years, and who had loyally followed him from restaurant to restaurant. The people invited tonight were patrons of Trattoria Veni Vidi today, but had eaten Marks cooking at the Bistro Parisian before that.
Some had been his customers, co-workers and friends from the three other eateries in L.A. where he'd worked before Bistro. Heck, there was a customer who was coming who'd first met Mark when he was working as a baker in France, and another from his short time working as the dessert chef in a famous hotel in Monaco.
This was his chance to pay them back a little, by sharing his now more developed and mature cuisine.
Tonight, these were his guests. They weren't paying money tonight, but they were paying homage to a wonderful cook, and he was saying to all of them, "Thank you, my friends."
As much as Mark was looking forward to the dinner, he had to take care of a few business matters first, including dealing with his ex-girlfriend Sarah. Sarah — who still came to him in his dreams, and who tore his heart apart when he awoke, only to find the bed empty next to him. Sarah, who was his love, but with whom he could no longer live.
So it was that by 11:30 Monday, the morning of Valentine's Day, Mark parked in his space on the pier, unlocked and entered Veni Vidi's door, leaving it unlocked behind him.
By 11:45, Mark was already completely involved in reviewing purchase orders for ingredients, looking over time cards, and checking the feedback from customers on their comment cards.
So intent was he that he never heard as Luci entered into the dining room at Veni Vidi, and it was only when she poked her head into the kitchen area and spoke to him that he was aware of her presence.
"Oh Mark?" Luci called, trying to sound as sweet and enticing as she could. "Do you have a minute? I'd like to talk to you."
A little irritated, Mark looked at his watch.
"Yeah, Luci. Come on in."
Her voice came back, sounding a little breathless, "Could we talk out in the dining area?"
The distracted chef swore under his breath, but she was his business partner after all.
"Sure," he called out, "Just give me a minute to finish what I'm working on here and I'll be right out."
"OK Mark. I'll wait out here," Luci answered. The timing would be perfect.
So while she was waiting for Mark, Luci stripped down completely, folding her clothes and placing them on one of the tables. Then she walked over to stand in front of the painting of Venus by Botticelli. She posed just like Simonette was posed in the painting, and waited for Mark to come into the dining area and discover her. How could he resist!
Sarah had arrived just on time, although she had to park a little further away than either Mark or Luci, so she was a couple of minutes behind Luci. Long enough that she didn't see Luci enter the restaurant before her.
She walked up to the restaurant door, and even though the sign said 'CLOSED', it opened when she pulled on the handle. She entered into the dark building, first into the little foyer, and passing through that into the dining area where she expected to find Chef d'Fiorenze.
A couple more steps into the dining room, and then,
Sarah froze in place, as her eyes came into contact with...
A woman, standing there completely nude!
Sarah, shocked, raised her hand to her mouth, unable to make a sound. Luci, on the other hand, saw Sarah walk into the room and,
SCREAMED!!
"AHHHHHH, WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
Luci's screams had broken Sarah's paralysis, so that she too was screaming.
"AHHHHHH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU'RE NAKED!"
"THIS IS MY RESTAURANT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY RESTAURANT?"
"I"M SUPPOSED TO BE MEETING THE CHEF HERE, NOT SOME CRAZY NAKED WOMAN!"
This little and remarkably uncivil exchange might have gone on for some time, except that Mark, having heard the sounds of two clearly deranged women, hurried out from the kitchen into the dining room.
He looked across the room from one to the other and then back again, before he too shouted:
"STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU!"
There was a quiet pause as both of the women shifted their eyes from each other to Mark.
"Luci?"
"Mark!"
"Sarah?"
"Mark?"
Luci finally had the presence of mind to grab a tablecloth from the nearest table and wrapped it around herself. Sarah, in shock, had rather slowly sunk down into a chair, trying to avoid fainting away, where she sat staring at Mark. In the meantime, Mark was trying to figure out where to start the conversation.
"What, pray tell, is going on out here?" he finally asked, after which both woman began to talk again, each trying to get her story out first.
"Well, I was waiting for..." "And there was this crazy woman..." "I don't understand what she's doing here..." "So I was..."
"HOLD ON," he shouted again, and a silence descended on the room. "That's better; let's do this one at a time."
"Ah, Luci, first. May I ask you a question?" he asked looking at Luci. She nodded her head in the affirmative.
"Why are you, or at least, were you, standing naked in the dining area?"
By this time, Luci was crying and sobbing, and as she answered, her nose was running, and — need one describe it in more detail?
"Well, (sniff) I overheard you and Tony talking (rapid ragged breath) about how you were attracted to women who looked (sniff, sniff) like some model (sob) in this painting, (ragged breath) and I thought (sniff) that if I looked more (little delicate snort) like her, then you might (sniff, sniff) notice me. (Out and out crying for a moment) (Deep breath) So I was going to (sniff) let you see me nude like the woman (sob) in the painting, so you would know (another little snort) that I could look just like her, (small wail) if that's what you wanted!" at which point she just sat there softly crying with a defeated look on her face.
Mark looked at his business partner, who had helped him so much, and of whom, he was very fond. But he had no real desire for her, and frankly was not especially attracted to older women — although he had to admit that Luci was a very attractive woman regardless of her age.
Mark gathered Luci in his arms, still wrapped in nothing expect a tablecloth, and sat her on his lap. He picked up a handy napkin from the adjacent table and carefully wiped her face of its tears and other effluvia. Then he kissed her gently on her forehead.
"Oh Luci. I like you just the way you are — you don't need to change for me. And I'm flattered that you would do this for me. What man wouldn't be? If the situation was different, well, who knows? You've always impressed me, with your mind, you are one smart cookie; you're hard working and determined, and no one is better at getting a restaurant up and running than you."
Mark paused for a second before adding, "And you've got a great looking body and are very pretty too, by the way."
"But Luci, you are also my business partner, and I don't think that it is ever a good idea for business partners to mix their business and private lives together. What would happen if we got together for a while, but then split up? Could you run the restaurant without me?"
Mark looked at Luci, and she shook her head 'no'.
"No you couldn't. And could I find the money and get the publicity for the restaurant that you do?"
He looked back at her, and again she shook her head 'no'.
"See, we each have to do our part. But if either one of us got angry and left, Veni Vidi would fall apart. So it's best if we are not physically involved with each other.
"And there is another problem. I'm not in love with you. I just had my heart broken," Mark said, glancing at Sarah sitting in the chair not ten feet away, "and I'm not ready for any other woman right now."
Mark helped Luci back up to her feet, and gave her a gentle pat on her rear end.
"So why don't you go and get dressed, and get yourself ready to do some hostess duty for the dinner tonight. Will you do that for me?"
Luci nodded, gathered her clothes, and went back through the kitchen doors to the staff bathroom.
Luci taken care of, Mark turned his attention to Sarah.
"So what is this about turning us in to the Department of Consumer Affairs? Calling the critics and the television stations? What were you thinking?" he asked.
Sarah was looking rather abashed.
"What are you doing here Mark? Do you work for Chef d'Fiorenze? I ate dinner here last week, and I was sure he was stealing your recipes and taking the credit for himself. I wasn't going to let him get away with it..."at which point Sarah's tears started in earnest, and she was crying and sobbing and her nose was running, and — need one describe it in more detail?
"Because (sniff,) I love you so much, (rapid ragged breath,) and I couldn't find you, and I couldn't let you know (sniff, sniff,) that they were serving your (sob) recipes, that you spent so much time (ragged breath) creating, so I had to protect you myself (sniff) but it's so hard without you. (little delicate snort) I was so stupid, not appreciating (sniff, sniff) that you were a really great chef. (Out and out crying for a moment) (Deep breath) And I still love you (sniff) and I'm so lonely and miss you so much (sob) and now I don't understand (another little snort) what's going on, but it's too late (small wail) for me to get you back!" at which point she just sat there softly crying with a defeated look on her face.
Mark thought about what Sarah had said and decided to start from the beginning.
"First, Sarah, I'm Chef d'Fiorenze."
She gasped, "But you're Mark Flore!"
Mark smiled a little, "Yeah, I'm Mark Flore too.
"You have to understand that when my parents came to the U.S., they decided to simplify their name and make it sound more 'American.' In Italy, our name was d'Fiorenze — which means, roughly, 'from Florence.' So my folks took the English name for Fiorenze, and then they shortened it to 'Flore.'
"And that's what I've gone by for all of my life. But when Luci approached me about opening my own restaurant, we got talking and I told her the story. She thought that it would be great for me to go back to my Italian family name, especially for an Italian restaurant like Veni Vidi. It sounds more exotic and authentic —'Chef Marko d'Fiorenze'.
Sarah pulled her chair over closer to Mark's to where they were almost touching. Mark looked at her, and picking up another clean napkin from the table, gently wiped the tears (yes, and the other effluvia as well) from her face.
"I was going to tell you about our plan for opening the new restaurant, but we never had a chance to talk. And then you and I had the big fight, and I didn't feel like sharing the good news anymore. It was kind of small potatoes compared to our breaking up," Mark explained.
Sarah then explained how her eyes were opened by the discovery that Phillip was a fraud and a con artist, who had not only been taking her company, but her as well, for a ride.
"You were right about him, and I fell into his trap, and I became a real bitch towards you. I pushed you out of my life; a man filled with love and kindness, who had always put me on a pedestal, and who I still love and miss every day.
"But I guess you've had the last laugh, Mark. While I was nagging you about going to college as the path to success, you were becoming a famous chef and proving me wrong," Sarah said, as she started to cry again.
As the tear ran down her face, she looked up into Marks eyes.
"I want you to know how happy I am for you. You've achieved your dream, and I'm glad. I just wish that I could have been there, standing beside you and supporting you while did it. I'm so sorry Mark, because I know that it's too late now."
The art of cooking is in some ways the art of making one mistake after the next until you get the dish just right. If the yeast isn't fresh enough, or if you don't use high-gluten flour, the bread doesn't rise enough. If you don't cook the Thanksgiving turkey at a high enough temperature, and for a long enough time, it comes out underdone; if you cook it at too high a temperature, or for too long, it comes out dry and overdone. And good cooks learn from their mistakes.
Mark was a great chef, and understood that we all make mistakes. As he looked over at Sarah, her makeup a disaster, tears staining her cheeks, but her eyes filled with love, it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, he'd made a mistake. Perhaps he'd been too hasty in making his judgment. But perhaps this was a mistake that could be corrected. After all, without knowing that Mark was in fact Chef d'Fiorenze, Sarah had been willing to enter the dragon's den to defend Mark's cooking legacy. That was a proof of loyalty that meant a great deal to Mark.
"Sarah?" he asked aloud.
"Yes, Mark?"
"Would you be my Valentine? I love you too, you know; and I've been so lonely without you."
Sarah practically leapt from her chair and into Mark's arms, throwing her arms around his neck, and kissing his face. As he returned Sarah's kisses, he remembered how much he missed being close to this woman. She was his friend, his love, and his one-and-only.
After a couple minutes, when Mark and Sarah had calmed down a little, Mark went into the kitchen briefly, before returning with a platter. It had slices of toasted bread, and a bowl of a spread.
"In all of the excitement, I almost forgot. I'd made us something to eat for our meeting. The toast is a bread that you make without kneading, so it is very light and airy, but it takes over 24 hours to rise; and I made the spread that you always liked so much, with the Swiss cheese, Portobello mushrooms and grilled sweet onion..."
"Oh Mark," Sarah exclaimed with a laugh, "Always thinking about food!"
He smiled, "It's who I am!"
\~\*\~\*\~\*\~
The Valentine's Day dinner at Trattoria Veni Vidi was a huge success. This was one occasion that no one who was invited was going to miss.
Prior to being seated, everyone partook from the open bar, and mingled. The attendees, most being members of the L.A. restaurant royalty, knew each other, and if they didn't know each other personally, they had heard of each other. And, to be honest, they were all delighted knowing that the meal that they would eat, they didn't have to fix themselves! Even chefs enjoy an evening out.
Luci was in her element, as she flitted from one group to another. Almost everyone remarked at how beautiful she was looking in her light green floor-length gown, with her hair so long and in that wonderful shade of red. Quite a number noticed that she could almost pass for the woman in the painting on the wall. She would smile and say thank you. She was seriously considering of changing her name from Luci to Simonette.
Sarah, who was dressed in a red silk mid-calf creation (and yes, there are some redheads who are so beautiful that they can get away with dressing in red!), was also having a wonderful time. She was worried that she might feel out of place; but in fact she knew a number of people at the dinner from Bistro Parisian, who all came by and spent time talking with her.
Mark and Tony, of course were dressed in tuxedos, which Sarah thought made them both so handsome. When she told them, Mark smiled, showing his dimples. Tony actually winked at her, but then he looked over at his wife, Fabiola, who gave him a mild 'stink eye', which Mark whispered in her ear, meant 'I kill or maim you later.' Tony shrugged his shoulders, as he and Fabiola walked off together arm-in-arm, laughing.
Finally the announcement was made to please take your seats. At his special reserved table, Mark sat with Luci in the chair to his left, and Sarah in the place of honor to his right. Tony and his wife Fabiola, and several other friends filled out the remaining places.
After everyone had found his or her seats, Mark started the show, tapping his spoon on a glass until he had everyone's attention.
"My dear friends and colleagues; I want to thank you all for joining us tonight to celebrate our first Valentines Day at Trattoria Veni Vidi. I cannot tell you how much I've appreciated your encouragement and support over the years, and this is my way of saying 'Thank you' to all of you." Then he raised his glass of Prosecco and toasted his guests.
As Mark sat, Tony stood up before the room could get noisy again.
"Ladies, an'a Gentlemen; I would'a like to propose another'a toast as'a well'a: To my'a boss, Chef Marko, an'a to his'a ex'a girlfrien', Sarah, who'a now is'a d' new again girlfrien'," and with that he raised his glass, "To Amore!"
And the restaurant filled with the sound, as the guests repeated the toast:
"To Amore!"
Would it surprise anyone to find out that they lived happily ever after?
\*
*Dear Readers: Although this is a romance story, and part of it takes place on Valentine's Day, it is NOT part of the contest. It is just for your reading pleasure!* |
Bed Sharing with Mom | 676,988 | 4.57 | 1,461,266 | [
"mother son",
"mom",
"treatment",
"medical exam",
"medical treatment",
"treatment",
"doctor",
"tribe",
"bed sharing",
"medical"
] | *The horror! The horror!*
Okay, it wasn't that bad. But for Jennifer, it was scary at first. As a renowned anthropologist, she was leading a small expedition team to a cold mountainous area to study an indigenous tribe. Her son, Sean, had come along too as an 'assistant,' since he was a college student majoring in the same field.
It went well until Sean was accidentally poked by a poisonous plant.
Sure, as a mother, Jennifer overreacted and was scared beyond belief. But as it turned out, it wasn't so bad. Sean quickly recovered and seemed fine. The real bright side to this (at least for Jennifer) was that she got to witness firsthand the medical abilities of the small tribe. Their healer was glad to work special techniques on Sean, and Jennifer was happy to observe.
As they gathered in the small hut with a local translator, Jennifer marveled as this elderly healer mixed a concoction of exotic leaves and herbs, grinding them in a stone bowl until it was paste.
The translator deciphered the healer's words: *"She says this will help rejuvenate his vitality."*
Jennifer smiled, "What is it?"
The translator deciphered the elderly healer's words once again, explaining that it's locally grown herbs and flowers gathered before the icy season. As Jennifer listened attentively, her anthropological side was on full alert. To her, this was pure gold; this was what the trip was all about.
"Interesting, isn't it?" Jennifer asked her son.
"Sure is," he replied.
The healer continued speaking and the translator explained: *"She says this will restore your son to full health."*
Sean's eyes widened at the sight of the mixture in its final form. Really, who could blame him? The mixture looked like meshed green paste and it had a strong pungent smell that filled the space.
The healer spoke again through the translator: *"She says this must be taken twice a day. Not just for the poisonous plant, but for overall health. Basically, she thinks your son is a strapping young man and she wants to give him a gift that nature has to offer."*
Jennifer's eyes lit up. "Give it a try, Sean. I'm curious to see what it'll do."
The translator added that the mixture, whatever it was, is purely a concoction for male treatment, although the translator didn't know why.
"I guess so," Sean relented.
"It can't be that bad. The people around here have been using it for centuries. It's safe. It'll be a new learning experience."
"If I feel amazing, I'll let you know," he joked.
The tribal healer and the translator continued their dialogue: *"She says that the body must be warm during the treatment. You two must sleep together for body heat as a storm is coming."*
Jennifer and her son locked eyes, and she was the first to crack a smile.
"Looks like this trip has gotten a lot more interesting," she quipped. "Are we doing this in your tent or mine?"
Sean blushed, "My tent I guess, since I'm the one being experimented on."
"As you wish. Whatever makes you more comfortable."
When the tribal healer spoke again, the translator spoke back and they engaged in dialogue. It was like the translator couldn't believe it.
Finally, the translator delivered the message: *"She says that Sean must expose his penis to apply the medicine."*
"Is that necessary?" she asked.
The translator engaged in more dialogue with the healer, and the answer was the same.
"Why his penis though?" she asked again.
Apparently, Sean's penis needed to be exposed because he had been poked by the toxic plant around his waist. The easiest route of entry for the medicine would be around his crotch, so that the medicine could be absorbed by the skin and flow to the troubled spot.
While this was being explained, there was nothing but awkwardness between Jennifer and Sean, who remained speechless.
"Sean can apply it himself," Jennifer said to the translator. "He's a smart person. He can follow instructions well."
The translator asked the healer and deciphered the answer: *"She says that you must do it. It must be applied in a special way. Then she will teach you how to do it for him in the next few days."*
Jennifer turned to her son and shrugged. "What do you think? It sounds like an interesting learning experience for us."
"Really?" he replied, trying to keep his tone polite. "The healer wants me to expose my penis in front of everyone."
"Not everyone. We'll be in a private hut."
"But you're..."
"I'm your mother?"
He nodded. "It's way too weird."
"You act like I've never seen or touched a penis before."
"That's not the point."
"I've seen countless penises from my travels around the world."
"But you're not supposed to see mine," he argued, before calming down as the translator and healer were staring at them.
Jennifer spoke in a calmer tone. "Okay. I understand your predicament. I'll just have to thank the healer for her time, and for wasting those precious herbs, and you can recover on your own."
"Are you putting me on a guilt trip?"
"Of course not."
"What about you? The healer said you have to apply it for me tonight. Plus, we'll have to share a bed and all that stuff. Does that bother you?"
Jennifer flashed a \*so what\* kind of look. "I'm an anthropologist. I'm also a professional. None of this bothers me. I'm serious. We're both human beings with normal bodies, big deal."
"Fine, I'll do it," he sighed.
A bright smile crept on Jennifer's face. "Excellent."
She conveyed the message to the translator, who conveyed the message to the healer.
The translator spoke: *"She wishes to begin. Please, have your son expose himself. The healer will shave his pubic hairs, clean him, then apply the herbal medicine to his crotch area, shaft, and the tip of his penis."*
"Jeez," he mumbled softly.
Jennifer rubbed Sean's back to comfort him. It was her special way of telling him that it would be okay, that he shouldn't be embarrassed by any of this.
"I've seen it all before," she said as lovingly as she could. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Remember, this is for the sake of learning. There's nothing to lose."
"Easy for you to say. You don't have to get naked."
"Would it help if I turned around?" she offered. "The translator and I can face the other direction while this happens. I promise I won't peek. You can tell me about it later. Sound fair?"
Sean relaxed a little. "That sounds doable then."
"You'll live," she smiled.
That's when the process began. Jennifer and the translator turned away so that Sean could get naked from the waist down and lay on a rug. She listened, intently and curiously, as the healer shaved Sean's crotch area, then cleaned it with water and a piece of cloth.
As Jennifer faced the wall of the hut, she heard the healer apply the substance to Sean's body. Surprisingly, not a peep or complaint came from Sean. He accepted that the healer was providing a tribal medical service. In a way, she respected that Sean was willing to do something like this. Especially since it involved his most private area. Deep down, she was pleased with herself that she had raised a mature young man.
Then, she heard it. Wet sounds. It sounded like slurping and liquids, and if Jennifer didn't know better, it sounded like sucking. It couldn't have been, could it?
When Sean released a soft gasp, Jennifer resisted the powerful urge to see what was going on. It sounded like something naughty was happening, but Jennifer had already promised not to look.
After a few minutes passed, with more slurping noises and a few gasps, Jennifer was delighted when she heard the sound of Sean getting dressed again. The translator said it was okay to turn around, based on the healer's message.
Jennifer looked at her son, who seemed to blush a little, with a glow on his face.
The healer spoke and the translator relayed the message: *"She says that the first dose is complete. You must keep his body temperature high tonight for blood flow, and you must give another application of the medicine. Then, Sean will be fully healed of the poison and will be better than ever. His vitality will be strong."*
Jennifer nodded, still looking skeptically at her son. "Okay, I can do that. How do I apply it?"
While it was being explained by the healer, the translator's face remained stoic, and then the response came: *"You must rub the mixture around his crotch. Then you must apply the mixture to his penis -- using your mouth."*
Her jaw dropped. "What? Are you sure she said that?"
The fact that Sean was blushing confirmed her suspicion that the healer had just been sucking on his penis to apply the medicine. In other words, the healer gave him oral sex.
After the healer said a few more words, the translator relayed the new information: *"Saliva or bodily fluids is good for the herbs. It helps it work. And it must go inside the tip of his penis. So it must be erect. The mouth is the easiest and most pleasurable way. No hands, because it's too rough. When he can ejaculate, that is a good sign of success."*
What a tough thing for her to process and it nearly took her breath away. It was like her head was spinning. Of course, she realized that she couldn't do this. No way. Maybe she'd just let Sean apply it himself, with his own saliva, and she'd cuddle with him in bed to keep his body warm. Sure, she was breaking her own rule, but this was too far fetched.
"I'll do what I can," she said to the translator. "Please thank the healer for me. This has been a wonderful learning opportunity for us."
The healer smiled at the gratitude, and even more striking, Sean tried his hardest to suppress a smile of his own, fully expecting to receive an oral treatment again. As if his own mother would actually do that for him.
\*\*\*
Bedtime was early because of the frigid weather, which was only a few hours later. Jennifer shared a tent with her son. There was a lamp that gave them light. And there was only one bed on the floor which they'd be sharing.
"Are you really going to do this?" Sean asked. "I mean, you don't have to. I don't expect you to, even though this was your idea."
"Are *you* putting me on a guilt trip now?"
"No, I'm just saying."
"Can I ask you something?"
He nodded. "Sure, anything."
"I didn't want to ask earlier, but... did the healer give you oral sex?"
Sean tensed. "She applied the herbs the way it's supposed to be applied."
"Did that include the use of her mouth?"
He reluctantly nodded. "Yeah."
"Did you become erect?"
"Yes."
"Did she use her tongue and lips?"
He nodded again. "Yep."
"Did she suck on it?"
He shrugged. "Kind of, yeah."
"And did you orgasm in her mouth? I didn't see any traces of semen."
"She swallowed it," he acknowledged.
Jennifer gave her son an incredulous look. "You know, back in America there's a term for that kind of treatment."
"Well, here it's part of the healing process."
"Yes, but in America that's called getting... nevermind..."
"Hey, don't be upset with me," he retorted. "You were the one who pushed me into doing this."
"You're right, but..."
"And you're always talking about how you're professional and that you've seen it all."
Her son did have a point. One that she couldn't argue with, since she had always prided herself on work ethic. Especially as a woman doing a job that helps study humanity.
"You've made your case," she admitted. "I'll help apply it for you. But only with my hand, and maybe a little saliva."
His eyes widened. "Really? You don't have to do that, mom. I was only joking about that professional stuff."
"Doing my job properly isn't a joke to me. We came here to document this culture and that's exactly what we'll do. Plus, we need to make sure you're fully healed from that poisonous plant sting."
"Good point. So, ummm..." he paused. "How should we proceed?"
If Jennifer didn't know any better, she could have sworn that there was a hint of excitement in Sean's voice. A subtle gleam that he'd be getting another hot orgasm soon. But being the specialist, she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. There were other important things at hand, literally.
She was determined to brush past the awkwardness and give it a try. Part of being a good anthropologist is getting a direct look at the culture being observed. Here, that meant fully understanding the process of the host culture, even if she'd have to be intimate with her own son.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asked for final confirmation.
"Why not? I mean, only if you're not grossed out by touching me."
Once again, Jennifer detected that faint hint of secret enjoyment on Sean's part, but she brushed it off. He's young, of course he'd be excited to a certain degree.
"Pull your pants down, mister," she said with a stern and playful tone. "Your penis will never gross me out. It's part of the process. But maybe real anthropological work isn't for you?"
He smiled, "Now you're pressuring me."
"Why not? We've already come this far. Do what you did earlier. It's best to follow the healer's instructions since she knows best."
"Right."
Sean didn't hesitate to remove the lower region of his clothes, leaving him naked from the waist and below. It was the first time Jennifer had laid eyes on her son's penis since adulthood, and it gave her an unusual feeling. She shouldn't be looking at this. Worse, she shouldn't have felt that slight twinge of excitement between her legs as a result. It had been a while since she had sex, maybe even too long, and this wasn't appropriate.
Equally as strange, it looked as though Sean's healthy sized penis was on its way to a full blown erection. The thing grew before Jennifer's very eyes. There was no doubt that Sean was eager to get his cock relieved by his own mother, and it kind of creeped Jennifer out to some extent.
"Lay on the bed," she said.
Sean complied, laying down on the bed on the floor. When he laid on his back, his cock pointed upwards, getting harder by the second. It was a sight that made Jennifer feel even more unusual. Sure, she had seen plenty of exposed penises visiting indigenous tribes throughout the world, but her son's? While he was erect?
A deep breath for confidence, then she reached over to get the herbal mixture. She touched it and rubbed it between her fingers. The smell still lingered, though it wasn't as potent as before.
"I'll spit on it for saliva," she said. "Then I'll rub it on you, including your penis."
"But the healer explained that you can't use hands on my penis."
Jennifer looked at him skeptically. "I'm sure using the mouth is just customary. I can't think of anything wrong with using a hand."
"A hand might make it feel rough. There are still some sharp edges in there from the leaves."
"Do you want me to suck your dick?" she asked sternly.
He shook his head. "What? No. I'm just saying, if you stroke that on my penis it might be painful."
"Which means you'd rather have my mouth on your penis," she repeated.
"Nevermind. All I'm saying is that a hand could lead to painful results."
Taking a closer look at the herbal mixture, along with feeling the lumps inside, Jennifer knew that he had a point. Some of the herbs and plants weren't grounded up that well. The last thing she'd need was to give her son a cut, especially on his penis.
She sighed, "You have a point. I think you're right."
"What?"
"I'll use my mouth," she said reluctantly. "Just like the healer did. After all, we're interested in studying this culture, aren't we?"
He nodded. "Yeah, we are."
"Not a word of this to anyone. Ever. Don't tell anyone from the team."
"I'll never tell anyone, trust me."
She gave him another sharp look. "There's no point in wasting time. Especially when the storm is rolling in. We'll need to keep you warm, just like the healer said."
"Yes, yes. You're right."
Jennifer was miffed, yet amused, by her son's sudden eagerness to get involved with this incestuous healing. Without another word, Jennifer used two fingers and scooped the mixture. Then she applied it to Sean's bare crotch area, feeling him twitch in the process.
"Cold?" she asked.
"Yeah, it is."
She continued rubbing it anyway, while also staring at his penis. It wasn't like she could look away. She had to apply it to his crotch and his cock was right there, stiffening by the second because of her feminine touch.
"Feel good?" she asked, almost teasing.
"Oh yeah -- I mean, I don't mind."
Jennifer smiled and continued her motherly duty of caring for her son. The anthropology stuff was becoming less of a factor at this point. Her main duty was making sure her son was healed from the plant poisoning, and if this was the way to make sure he was fully recovered, then so be it.
"I'm going to apply it to your penis now," she said. "I'll use my mouth for this part. Remember, this is our secret."
"Believe me, this isn't the kind of thing I'd tell people."
Good point, she thought. Another deep breath and Jennifer was ready to suck her son's cock. She'd be giving him oral sex under the guise of medical treatment.
The plan hit a major snag the moment the tip of her tongue touched the mixture. God, that mixture tasted horrible. Worse than horrible. It was by far the most bitter thing she had ever tasted and she nearly went cross-eyed.
"Oh, wow," she gasped, squinting her eyes and spitting it out. "I think I might throw up if I have to put that in my mouth. Goodness, how did that healer manage to do it without vomiting?"
"She's a pro, I guess."
Jennifer used a rag to wipe her tongue. "I'll have to use my hand. I promise I'll be gentle, okay?"
"Wait, maybe there's another way?"
"I'm open to suggestions."
He paused a moment, "Maybe you can, you know, use another body part. Remember, the healer said that it was important for bodily fluids to be mixed in with the herbal treatment. And it would be kind of gross if you used your hand and kept spitting on me."
Jennifer was no idiot. She knew *exactly* what her son was hinting at.
"What are you suggesting?" she asked, wanting to hear Sean say it.
"You could... maybe... you know... use your other body part. Down there. I promise I won't tell."
She flashed a stern look. "In other words, you want to have sex with me. Is that right?"
"Well, technically it's not sex. It's medical application. It's perfect if you think about it. A vagina is soft and smooth. Plus, it has plenty of natural bodily lubrication, too."
"Sex is sex. And that's WRONG between us."
"Okay, okay," he quickly backtracked. "Maybe this culture isn't suited for Americans like us."
"I can adapt to any culture," she said proudly.
"Oh really? I'm not so sure about that anymore."
She gave him another sharp look, suppressing a smile. "Sounds like you're trying to challenge me into this."
"Me? Never. Everyone knows you're the best woman in the anthropology field. Well, except for this, of course."
"You are relentless."
"In a good way, I hope."
Jennifer didn't say anything. Instead, she stood up and undid her pants, looking Sean straight in the eyes. Neither of them spoke a word as the pants came down. The lamplight illuminated Jennifer's legs. A gasp escaped Sean's lips as Jennifer pulled her panties down, too. She removed her socks as well, getting barefoot.
And there it was. Jennifer stood naked from the waist down, just like her son was. She had a patch of pubic hairs between her legs which covered her pussy lips.
"See anything you like?" she asked, noting her son's lingering eyes.
"I don't even want to answer that."
"Why?"
"Trust me, you don't want to know what I'm thinking."
Jennifer smiled, taking those words as a compliment. She knelt and used her fingers to apply the herbal mixture inside her vagina. She plunged her fingers deep to get everything in. During this motion, she realized that her legs were spread wide open and that the lamplight illuminated her pussy hole, giving Sean a clear view of her most private sexual area.
She looked at her son and noticed him nearly drooling. It was a cute expression, she thought, but she shut her legs. The sight wasn't for him. Nor should it be, she thought. This was about medical needs and anthropology. Not giving Sean a dirty show with her pussy.
"I'm assuming you've had sex before," she said, positioning herself over Sean's body, with her pussy above his erection.
"A few girls."
Jennifer's mind quickly thought of all Sean's past college girlfriends and how lucky they were for having a cock like that.
"Have you ever been with an older woman?" she asked, guiding the tip of the penis to her wet hole.
"No, never have."
She lowered herself. "Ever fantasize about women my age?"
That was when Jennifer lowered herself, allowing her herbal coated pussy to engulf the tip of Sean's penis, making him squirm with pleasure and tension.
"Yes," he gulped. "It's a fantasy for most guys."
She lowered herself further. "Figures. I noticed the way you looked at my vagina a few seconds ago."
Jennifer guided her pussy lower, allowing his cock to fully enter her pussy, coating him with the mixture at the same time. Having the herbal concoction in her pussy, while a cock slid inside her, made the feeling more intense. It felt more raw. The herb acted like some sort of stimulant. It caused her pussy to contract as a result, giving Sean an extra benefit.
"Oh god..." he moaned, as if this was something he'd never felt before.
"Don't be embarrassed by your reaction," she explained. "A pussy from a mature woman is different than a college girl's. It's a different experience. So of course you're going to have a strong reaction."
She gave a thrust and Sean's eyes nearly rolled back. His body went stiff and he breathed hard. Truthfully, this was equally as pleasurable for Jennifer. She loved the feeling of that hard cock inside of her. It satisfied a craving she'd had for sex during these past several lonely months. And frankly, doing this with her son was a taboo she never, ever expected to enjoy, let alone making her wet beyond belief.
"God, you're right," he whimpered. "I can feel the difference."
She gave more thrusts. "Plus, I'm more experienced. I've learned a lot of tricks during my travels around the world. Part of being a good anthropologist is studying every aspect of different cultures. Including their sexual methods."
That was the honest truth. Jennifer acquired a ton of tricks from all over the world and something compelled her to try them with her son. She clenched her pussy hard, then released when she gave a thrust. Her hands rubbed his body. She looked him straight in the eyes. And her pussy. God, her pussy. Not only did she have a specific clenching technique, she also had a variety of other small tricks.
She gyrated just the right way, with the right tempo. The right angles too. Even gyrating in circular motions, then in the opposite direction. Jennifer felt an overwhelming sensation inside of herself, but she didn't want to reveal it to her son. After all, a mother has to have some sense of control in the maternal relationship with a son.
"Oh fuck," he gasped. "You're right... whatever... you learned... is..."
Her eyebrow rose as she gyrated. "Are these techniques working? Or do you just like the fact that I'm *your mother?*"
She put special emphasis on those magical two words -- your mother -- just to see what would happen. And the answer was astounding. Sean's eyes seemed to light up at the dirty incestuous talk.
"Ohhhh... ughhh... both..." he mumbled.
Hearing an answer like that isn't something a mother can prepare for. Was it a fetish Sean always had? Or something he found arousing at the present moment? Jennifer could understand the power Sean felt for claiming the biggest prize imaginable.
Frankly, the mood for Jennifer was so hot that she couldn't blame Sean for feeling this way. In fact, she began to feel beads of sweat forming around her forehead and chest from the sex they were having, even though it was freezing outside.
She continued riding him, looking him in the eyes. "We're going to have a long talk about this later."
Jennifer squealed when her son pushed a hard thrust upward, inadvertently hitting her elusive g-spot with the tip of his raging hard cock.
"Sorry," he groaned, trying to contain himself. "I couldn't help it."
Her eyes lit up and she fucked him harder. "Oh, don't ever be sorry about that. Anything for my precious son."
Again his body thrusted, hitting her g-spot once more. A pattern had emerged. Everytime she mentioned the incestuous aspect, Sean's body would involuntarily buck, causing the 'treatment' to become more pleasurable for each of them.
She took advantage of this and whispered, "I'm glad I brought you along for this trip. And I'm glad the healer provided us with this antidote, because it's providing you with a wonderful learning experience that you can't get from a classroom. I can tell you'd rather learn from my pussy, wouldn't you?"
"Oh fuck."
The look in Sean's eyes was pure lust. He was stunned, and in a good way. At that moment, it was clear to Jennifer that her son had a long running fantasy of fucking his mother. It explained his behavior all along. It was something that made her heart pound faster and more sweat began to emerge.
Jennifer rode him fervently, with a consistent humping motion as she tried to stifle her own bodily reactions. She continued this for a few minutes, although in her mind, it seemed to be hours. Suddenly, she began to bounce up and down, being impaled on her son's penis; her forehead, face, and neck formed more sweat. Sensing that her son was nearing the stage of sexual climax, she put two fingers on top of her clitoris to catch up to him.
Her son was paralyzed in shock and lust as he witnesses her facial expressions from incestuous sex and masturbation. Sean's eyes were fixated on hers as the carnal act unfolded.
"Oh shit," he gasped. "I'm... I'm... cumming!!!"
"Shhh!!!" she hissed, slowing her gyration. "We can't let anyone from our team hear us. I'll be humiliated if they discovered that I'm fucking my son, and that I love every second of it."
There was a wry smile on her face as she said the last part.
"God..." he whispered back, his body tensing. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this after watching you undress a few times."
The words sent a hot shiver down her spine. He'd been spying on her back home? Being a voyeur to her? Lusting after her? The taboo was surreal and unbelievably arousing. At the same time, by pure coincidence, Sean's body bucked again, which pushed his raging hard cock to her g-spot, accidentally making her cum at the same moment.
Jennifer's orgasm was like a tidal wave. It hit so hard that she didn't have to worry about screaming or being too loud. Her breath was swept away and her heart skipped a beat. The pressure inside her pussy was so intense that it caused her pussy to clench with unbelievable power. A gush of fluids flowed from her pussy and onto her son's crotch, making a mess of the herbal medicine buried deep within her vaginal canal.
It clenched so hard that it made Sean's eyes widen. It was clear that he was cumming also. Jennifer composed herself the best she could under the circumstance. It was time to continue her motherly and anthropological duty of making sure this healing process was completed.
"That's it," she whispered to speed things along. "Cum inside me. It's okay. I want it inside me. Can you do that for your mother?"
Despite the wet orgasm Jennifer had, she was still able to feel her son's cum gushing in her pussy. It gave her a warm sensation. It also gave her an emotional warmth, knowing that she had given her son an incredible amount of pleasure, even if it was sexual pleasure of all things.
"Oh fuck, mom," he groaned as his orgasm waned. "I think we're done."
Jennifer's gyrations slowed after her son stopped shooting cum inside her pussy. She ended the gyration when she felt the penis inside her body turn flaccid. As much as she enjoyed the intensity of the sexual escapade, she was also glad that it was over. It's possible to have too much of a good thing.
While the soft penis was still inside her, Jennifer bent forward and laid her upper body on top of her son. Her sweaty forehead was pressed against his face, and she felt that he was sweating also. Her covered breasts were pressed against his chest, and they felt each other breathing hard.
"I guess we don't have to worry about keeping warm," he joked.
She laughed and smacked his shoulder. "This isn't the kind of warmth that we should be sharing, but it definitely works."
"So we'll be sleeping like this? You know, my cock still inside you. It'll help with the herbal treatment, won't it?"
"Don't push your luck. We've already done enough."
"But we're not done yet," he said with a sly expression.
Her eyebrow rose as she looked at him. "Oh?"
"You haven't finished this the way the healer did. Remember, she swallowed my cum."
Jennifer smiled, "You owe me for this. Big time."
While their eyes were locked, she lifted her hips, pulling her pussy away from his flaccid wet cock. She crawled below, like a cat walking backwards, until her face was inches away from the penis, which was drenched in herbs and their cum.
She licked her lips while looking at her son, just to tease him, then she took the tip of the penis in her mouth. She did her best to fight the bitter taste of the herbs for the sake of being able to suck Sean's cum into her mouth. Luckily though, the taste of both of their orgasms was enough to balance out the bitterness of the herbs, making this tolerable.
A few drops of cum lingered on Jennifer's tongue and she stuck her tongue out to show Sean the dirty sight. She found it amusing to show him the mixture of cum on her tongue, a product of their sex session. Then she put her tongue back in her mouth, pursed her lips together, and took a giant gulp, devouring all that fresh, warm cum so it could be digested in her stomach. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
Neither of them bothered to put their pants on. What for? At this point, after all they'd done, there was no need for modesty.
"I fully expect this treatment again in the morning," he said.
"As the doctor ordered, right?" she replied, giving him a big wet kiss on the cheek.
Jennifer reached over to turn the lamp light off. Then she cuddled with her son underneath the blanket, just like the doctor ordered, with her bare leg crossed over him, and her pussy hairs brushing against his penis.
**The End**
Special thanks to Arilyn99 and richard\_wanka.
Your votes & follows are appreciated. |
Fox and Guests Pt. 01C | 13,294 | 4.88 | 668,558 | [] | **Part 01C
Janice Dean the Second FFFF She's a Wedding Singer**
\*
The Screen came to life and standing there was Janice Dean dressed in a two piece red skirt suit. "Welcome everyone to the second FFFF of our first day of broadcasting. My god wasn't that fantasy of Robin Meade's absolutely amazing. Fuck me; if my fantasy wasn't prerecorded I think I may have taken her up on her offer to experience some girl on girl with her. All that cum covering her face and breasts, Mmmmmm I would have loved to help her lick all of that off and fed it back to her. Oh shit, I'm getting wet just imagining it, who knows maybe we can have another FFFF episode and try it out."
Well for now I'd like to give you a little background on my fantasy. I've always said if I didn't become a meteorologist I would have been a singer, more precisely a wedding singer. My fantasy is, well was because it was recently fulfilled as you will soon see. My biggest obstacle was to get the bride out of the way, with the help of several potent sleeping aids; she was incapacitated for the night. I had a connection with the best man and my fantasy was to be double teamed by the groom and best man. As you will see, it got even better, but I'll leave some twists and surprises for the show. Without further ado I present my fantasy; "The Groom and the Wedding Singer", enjoy!
The screen came alive and Janice was on stage singing one of Celine Dion's songs, "Our Love Will Go On!" Once the set was over Janice headed over to the bridal table and without anyone noticing, she slipped a large dose of sleeping potion to the bride's champagne glass. Before long she had finished the entire glass. She resembled Selena Gomez and in her wedding gown she looked great, to bad her groom wouldn't be tapping that, at least not tonight.
Janice's thick light blonde hair, normal hung past her shoulders, but tonight it was up in a chignon style and showed off her long graceful neck and sexy bare shoulders. She was wearing a tight red satin gown that clung to her shapely breasts, pulled in tight about her trim waist, ample hips and gorgeous ass. There was a long slit up one side exposing her shapely calf and when she moved just right, her full thigh.
As always she was a bundle of fun, laughing and joking with the band, wedding party and guests. She had an instant connection with the best man, a Tom Cruise look-alike and between sets snuck out to the outer hall to get better acquainted with him. By the end of the third set, they were sucking face and couldn't keep their hands off each other, but Janice had higher aspirations, the groom.
The bride's mother resembled her daughter, just around twenty years older; she sort of looked like a porn star she had seen on many videos, Lisa Ann. Janice knew the bride's mother was named Lisa Ann, but didn't find out till later that her mother WAS actually the porn star of the same name.
Lisa Ann came over to her daughter and she realized she wasn't looking herself; "Betty Ann are you feeling okay, you seem out of sorts?"
"Yeah mom, all of a sudden I'm feeling very, very tired! I can hardly keep my eyes open. Could you please find Jerry and let him know I'm ready to head up to our honeymoon suite?"
"Sure honey, I thought I saw him head out into the hall with Tom and Janice the wedding singer. You just sit tight and rest a bit; I know you have a fun filled night ahead of you!" She giggled and patted her daughter on the shoulder.
Going out into the outer hall she found Jerry and Tom, the best man laughing it up with Janice. She had her arm around both men and when Lisa Ann, the bride's mother cleared her throat, Janice's hands dropped to her side and spoke up; "Well hello Lisa Ann, is it time for our next set already? I lost track of time talking with these two handsome gentlemen!"
She grimaced and shook her head no; "Yeah Janice, you may want to make it brief. Betty Ann isn't feeling well and suddenly is very, very tired. I hate to say Jerry; you may have to wait till tomorrow to enjoy your marital bed, if you get my drift!"
Jerry hurried back into the hall and found Betty Ann, his bride with her head down on the table nearly asleep. He shook her and she sleepily raised her head and smiled sheepishly at her husband; "Hi there Hubby, I'm so, so sorry, I can't believe how tired I am all of a sudden. Could we please head-up to the room, I need to lie down for a while."
"Sure Betty Ann, just let me go and find Tom so he can help me!" Just about then Janice and the band finished their last set, the band members began packing up their instruments and Janice headed over to Tom and Jerry got to Tom at the same time; "Oh Tom you have to help me with Betty Ann, she's out of it, I never saw her this tired before. I know you had plans, but can you put them on hold till I get Betty Ann settled in our suite?"
Janice spoke up first; "Please let me help, I know how things can come crashing down on top of the bride. After all of the hectic time leading up to the wedding, it's suddenly all done and the bride comes crashing down. I've seen it many, many times, it's like racing a five hundred mile race and as you cross the finish like, you collapse from the long race, all of you adrenaline is gone and you having nothing left, just give her tonight and I guarantee she'll be as good as new tomorrow!"
She could see the disappointment on Jerry's face and her plan to step in and satisfy the sexual urges the newly married groom and best man had.
The three of them guided the nearly passed-out bride to the elevator and when the doors slid open, Jerry had to carry his bride to their suite. Janice gathered the train behind him, while Tom led the way opening the suite door and turned down the bed and Jerry placed Betty Ann down in the bed.
Janice shooed Jerry from the room while Janice removed her veil, took off her shoes and placed the covered over the already sleeping bride. Flicking off the light she closed the door and entered the room where Tom was pouring three stiff drinks for the groom, Janice and himself; "Sorry man the night of the groom's weeding is supposed to be a sure thing!" Looking over at Janice and pulling her to him chuckled; "Looks like I'll be getting some before you do!"
Janice lapped him playfully on the arm; "You're horrible Tom!" Taking a sip of her drink and looking over the rim of her glass smiled sassily at Jerry; "I'm feeling extremely amorous tonight, if you two play your cards right, you both may get lucky!"
She took a seat across from Jerry and Tom flopped down beside her. Looking over at Jerry with a grin from ear to ear spoke up; "Sounds like an offer too good to pass up, what do you say Jerry?"
Jerry took a slow steady sip of his drink; "Oh it's very temping, but my new bride is in the next room and she'd kill me if she woke up and caught me, sorry no, no way!"
"Suit yourself; I was just trying to be a good best man." Placing his drink in the table alongside the sofa, he took Janice's from her and placing his hands on both sides of her grinning face turned her towards him. She let out a long throaty moan when his lips covered hers. The kiss grew more heated and tongue got into the action and their heads twisted from side to side and tongues darted from one mouth to the other. Tom tore his mouth from hers and started attacking her long bare neck and shoulder.
Janice closed her eyes and let out a long sigh; "Mmmmmm, I just love having my sensitive skin about my neck and ears nibbled on, don't stop!" She opened her eyes and stared directly at Jerry sitting across from her. She smiled slyly at him and licked her bright red lips. She sucked in her breath when Tom's hands slipped around the back of her dress and slowly drew down the zipper and as the material parted the dress went slack and fell away from her chest and settled around her waist.
Janice glanced across at Jerry and he was sitting there trying to peal his chin off the floor. He eyes were bugging out staring at her large firm and incredibly high standing breasts. Her breasts were very white against her tanned skin, but what caught his eyes were the large perfectly formed areolas and the stiff, even darker nipples aimed directly at him. Her areolas were the size of quarters with numerous symmetrical bumps around them standing tall. His mouth was watering and he shifted to keep his eyes on them but was blocked by Tom's head and hand as he cupped one and drew the other in-between his lips.
Janice was in heaven and knew soon her fantasy would be fulfilled. Her hands were busy and soon had Tom stripped to the waist and was now working on his pants. Getting them open she pushed them down along with his shorts and she let out a gasp when her long slim fingers were wrapped around his thick dark skinned cock. It wasn't as long as she hoped it would be, but it was above average in length.
Tom slid her down on the sofa, with her head resting on the cushion; she turned her head and looked at Jerry across from her. He was slouched down and was stroking the big lump through his pants. Licking her wet, red lips she whispered out to him; "Pull it out Jerry, pull it out and stroke that monster for me!"
She turned back to Tom who planted wet kisses along her toned belly and when he reached her hips, he urged her to lift them and when she complied he tugged the dress the rest of the way off her body. Without panties on to get in the way Tom resumed kissing her body and she moaned out when he bypassed her pussy and rained kisses along her trim thighs and shapely calves. When he reached her feet he sucked on each toe individually and then did the same to the other foot. He worked his way up the other calf, knee and thigh.
Janice squirmed and arched her hips to make sure he didn't bypass her pussy again; she grabbed him by the ears and guided his mouth to her glistening pussy.
Tom began taking long, slow licks of her pussy from asshole to clit. With each lick he applied more pressure, after about the fifth or sixth lick, his tongue penetrated her full glistening lips and his tongue slipped into her.
Janice let out a loud groan and started cumming all over his tongue and lips. She shook violently and humped his face and turning her head she once again looked at Jerry. He had now exposed his cock, his pants were down around his ankles and she licked her lips and crooked her finger to urge him to come over to her.
Jerry was in a trance as he watched Tom suck the nectar from Janice's pussy and loved how her large tits were squashed against the sofa cushion. Getting up, he kicked off his shoes and shucked out of his pants and shorts. He moved over to the edge of the sofa and his huge cock swayed back and forth in front of Janice.
She giggled as she tried to catch it in her wide-spread lips, but it slapped against her cheeks. She finally reached up, losing her balance and fell to the sofa and laughed even more. Pushing Tom aside, she knelt up and urged Jerry to plant his naked ass on the arm of the sofa and spread his legs. Janice crawled up between them and began licking his balls while she stroked his leaking cock. She jerked when she felt Tom behind her, he slapped her on her tight bubble butt and caressing them spread her cheeks and leaning forward swept his fat, stiff cock at her sopping cunt. Spearing her fat cuntlips, he thrust his hips forward and he sank into her extremely hot, wet pussy.
Janice let out a loud grunt and popped one of Jerry's balls out of her mouth and pulling his cock downward to her wet lips, she swallowed half of his cock.
Jerry threw his head back as his hips jerked upward, sending even more of his cock into her mouth. He loved how she slid her lips up and down his slick shaft. What really drove him crazy was seeing her tongue slip out below her lower lip and draw back in and out coating his cock and her fat bottom lip sucking her saliva back in. The sight was so erotic; her tongue was active like a lizard, flicking in and out.
Tom picked up the pace slamming against her tight ass as he went faster and deeper into her spasming pussy. Slowing the fucking of her from behind he hovered over her upturned ass and opening his mouth he let a large dollop of spit drool out and land around her puckered hole. He followed it up with is finger. He slowly slid first one and then a second finger up her ass.
Janice bucked her hips and sucked harder on Jerry's cock and groaned loudly around it. She slammed her hips harder against Tom's invading cock and fingers and pulling her mouth off of Jerry's cock whipped her head around; "Oh fuck Tom, fuck it, fuck my cunt, shove those fingers deeper in my ass, yes, yes just like that, oh Fuckkkkkkk I'm cumming!"
She rested her head on Jerry's thigh and hugged him hard as she trembled and shook from her intense orgasm.
Tom slowly slipped his fingers and cock from her holes and sat back on the sofa. He wrapped his arm around Janice's waist; he pulled her to him and had her straddle his legs, facing away from him. He lifted her by her hips and lifting her up positioned her tight puckered hole over his cock. He slowly lowered her glistening body and his cock slid into her extremely tight and hot ass. Inch by inch his cock disappeared as her ass swallowed up his cock.
Janice whipped her head around and her mouth was open wide, gasping for air to fill her lungs. She began to ride his cock, up and down, up and down. Her tits bounced and swayed on her chest as she could not believe how turned on she was at this exact moment. Her heels were on the edge of the cushions, her legs were spread wide and her cunt was leaking her female fluids down onto Tom's balls.
Jerry slipped in-between her wide spread legs and gripping his saliva covered cock, stepped forward and when he did this it caused Janice to pause and hold her breath. He thrust his hips forwards and this caused Janice to throw her head back, he sent half of his long stiff cock into her tight, wet pussy.
Janice let out a loud groan and whipped her hips forwards and backwards. Her ass swallowed and expelled Tom's cock from her tight butt hole and at the same time in doing this, did the same to Jerry's cock, but in her pussy. Her head whipped around and little by little her chignon hairdo began to unravel and her long, super thick blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders. She bit her lower lip and shook as she started cumming all over Jerry's cock. She smiled to herself, her fantasy had now been fulfilled, all the rest was icing on the cock or in her cunt if she was lucky.
Jerry held her quaking body still as he pumped deeper and harder into her pussy, thinking he should have been doing this to his new bride sleeping soundly in their marital bed. Jerry suddenly stopped dead in his tracks as he heard someone behind him clear their throat. Very, very slowly he drew out of Janice's dripping cunt, his cock was covered in her hot, thick creamy cum. Spinning around his mother-in-law was staring intently at his bobbing cock, she was stunned and at the same time fuming as she knew he was supposed to be with her daughter and not balls deep in the wedding singer.
"What the fuck are you doing Jerry? Aren't you supposed to be with your new bride, my daughter?"
"Aw well Ms. Corpora, Betty Ann collapsed as soon as we got here and she was out of it. I put her to bed and when I came out here, well I was so hyped up to spend the night with my bride and being let down, sort of got caught up in the action across from me. Tom and Janice here were going at it hot and heavy and Janice invited me to join them. I resisted at first, but like I said I was so ready that I had no willpower and sort of joined in!"
Lisa Ann shook her head; "First of all that is no excuse and don't call me Ms. Corpora, that was my mother-in-law, call me Lisa Ann!" Turning to the large black man behind her; "Lex be a dear and go and check in on Betty Ann. Make sure she IS sleeping and let me know, okay?"
Lexington Steele, her escort to the wedding nodded and headed back towards the bedroom.
Lisa turned back to the threesome before her. Tom was still stiff as a board and was buried deep in Janice's ass. Her legs were spread wide and her gaping pussy, freshly fucked it was a bright pink, glistening with her juices and a trickle of her juices dribbled down between her tight cheeks. "Mmmmm I can see why you were tempted the way you were Jerry!" Looking up at the smiling face of Janice who was slowly rising and lowering her ass on his stiff shaft; "Well Janice, it seems you're working overtime, do you mind if I took a sample of what Jerry was so taking liberties with?"
Janice thought her fantasy was just getting better and better. A huge smile spread from ear to ear. Nodding her head and licking her swollen lips whispered; "Oh yessssss Lisa Ann, I have one question first, I was wondering if you are the same Lisa Ann I've been so obsessed with watching on all of my DVD's?"
Lisa laughed out loud; "Well Janice, I'm not sure if you're obsessed with me, but if you've been watching a lot of porn involving MILFs, then I believe it is me!" Without wasting a second she was on her knees and her head was buried between Janice's ample thighs. Clamping her mouth over Janice's gaping pussy, she began licking and sucking as if she was starved. Her sucking sounds were filling the room and Janice's fingers were fisted deep in Lisa Ann's chocolate brown locks.
Lisa Ann moaned her approval of Janice's hands and her moans turned to loud groans when she felt Jerry behind her, sliding his hands over her tight dress. Tugging it upward, he exposed her gorgeous ass and she let out a squeal when she felt her thong being lowered and replacing her thong with his mouth and fingers.
Jerry mimicked Lisa's activity and soon had his tongue buried deep in her pussy. Tearing his mouth from her gorgeous cunt, replaced his mouth with his stiff cum coated cock. It slid in easily and pushing steadily was soon balls deep in her cunt.
In the bedroom Lex slid onto the bed, Betty Ann stirred when be settled in beside her. He swept a stray black lock of hair from her face, leaning forward he planted a soft gentle kiss on her red, bee-stung lips.
Betty Ann stirred again and letting out a soft sigh parted her lips and sought out, what she thought to be her husband's lips, kissed him back. Still asleep, her hands sought out his head and tried to increase the kiss. She moaned a little bit louder when she felt his tongue slip between her lips and their tongues flicked back and forth. Her eyes fluttered open and as she focused on the figure before her she bolted upright; "Lex what are you doing here? Where is Jerry? I don't understand what's going on?"
He tried to calm her down, he explained what had happened and she realized he was telling the truth.
Betty Ann put her finger to her lips; "Sssssssh, wait here I want to go and see what's going out in the other room!" Still fully dressed in her wedding dress, she tip-toed into the other room and let out a nearly silent gasp when she saw Janice, her wedding singer, naked on the floor, Tom, her husband's best man was straddling her chest, he was tit-fucking her and had his arms wrapped around her mother, Lisa Ann who had her cunt crushed against Janice's face and mouth.
Tom was mauling her mother's tits while their mouths were locked together.
Looking downward she saw Janice's shapely legs wrapped around the groom's back and he was pounding his huge stiff cock in and out of her dripping cunt. Betty Ann was shocked, saddened and angry all at the same time and she was determined to get back at her husband, her mother and the slutty wedding singer.
Betty Ann turned and returned to the bedroom and stood before the bed and looked down at the now naked Lexington Steele. He smiled up at her; "So Betty Ann, want some of this?"
Instant lust showed across her face. Her hands went up to her hair and one by one pulled the pins securing her waist-length raven hair. It tumbled down and as she ran her fingers through it, licked her full lips and just nodded. Turning her back to him she looked over her shoulder and whispered; "Would you please give me a hand getting me out of this straight jacket?"
Lex's large black fingers popped open the twenty tiny pearl buttons on the back of her dress. He drew the mother-of-pearl lace material off her shoulders drawing the delicate lace sleeves off her arms. The dress hung about her hips and he tugged at it and it puddled about her ankles, along with the several layers of lacy slips beneath it.
Betty Ann turned and Lex drew in his breath, even though he was a big time porn star, her innocent look contradicted the sexy satin corset and white stockings being held up by the matching garters she wore. Her long silky raven hair was draped over her shoulders and covered her blossoming breasts. They were not nearly as large as her mother's but had potential and were sitting high on her chest and were the size of large oranges.
Lex drew her into his large black arms and wrapping his arms around her he began to unlace the corset. As it loosened it slipped from her incredibly tight, firm body. He paused to unhook her stockings; he tossed the corset aside and placing her tiny tanned hand in his meat-hook of a hand and guided her to the bed.
Betty Ann slid cat-like to the bed; the pillow formed around her gorgeous head and face and smiling up at him, outstretched her arms, beckoning him to her gorgeous slim body. Her legs slid up and down as her excitement built and her tiny satin thong was getting darker from her growing excitement.
Once again Lex paused to look at the gorgeous form below him. Her high standing tits rose and fell from her increased breathing, her flat belly looked irresistible and he imagined it full and rounded, pregnant with his baby. Her long slim thighs were waiting to wrap around his hulk-like body, still encased in sheer white stocking and pearl white heels.
Lex lowered his naked black body to her tanned body and he knew she got that dark hue from her mother. His lips came in contact with hers and both mouths opened and their tongues dueled with each other. They fenced back and forth as each tried to dominate the other. She took his breath away and her innocent trumped his experience and he moaned into her mouth as he felt her silk covered legs closed around his black waist and back.
Lex tore his mouth from her and sweeping her hair from her neck and shoulders, he dipped down and began ravishing her luscious body. Moving lower he captured her stiff nipple and drawing it deeper between his lips, his tongue began to flick away at the stiff bud. Moving to its mate he did the same to that one.
Betty Ann arched her back and pushed her firm tit flesh harder against his active mouth. Her legs slid up and down his back, coiling and uncoiling trying to put as much pressure against her stiff clit as possible. She was moaning constantly as her hands cradled his bald head, guiding his head from tit to tit and now downward towards her ultimate treasure. She let out a squeal when his teeth grabbed a hold of her satin thong and pulled it from her drenched pussy.
Lex tossed it aside and began planting wet kisses and tiny nips on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. He teased her skidding away from the exquisite scent emanating from her pussy. He finally closed in on her treasure when her fingers closed on his ears and forced him to her pussy.
Betty Ann let out a long delicate sigh and started cumming almost as soon as his tongue penetrated her tight lipped pussy and dipped in and drew out a large dollop of her female excretions.
Lex began going faster, deeper and harder; sliding his hands under her petite compact ass hand fed himself her moist treasure. He sucked harder, driving his tongue deeper and slid the rough texture of his tongue up and down the slick, sensitive flesh from asshole to clit. When he drew her pearl-like clit between his lips and sucked, she shot off like a cannon and fell to the mattress exhausted and out of breath.
Betty Ann drew him up and rained kisses all over his face licking her cum juices from his lips and chin. She reached down and wrapping her tiny fingers roughly around his thick, long black cock she fed it to her well lubricated pussy and whispered to him; "Shove it in, do it now and don't stop until you fill my well fucked cunt with you hot cum!"
Lex did just that and fucked her with long hard strokes for well over 15 minutes. Betty Ann came so many times she lost count and being totally satisfied and completely exhausted, her arms and legs fell from his body and she just lay there as he pounded her merciless. Letting out a loud grunt he started cumming filling her spasming pussy with his thick, heavy hot cum.
In the other room Jerry let loose his cum and filled Janice with his cum. In doing this Janice started cumming as well.
Lisa Ann was close to cumming from Janice's experienced tongue. She fell from Janice's head and Tom followed. He instantly spread the porn star's luscious thighs and drove his cock deep into her well lubricated cunt. She let out a long sigh and started cumming immediately. She dug her long nails into the skin on his back and he mauled her huge tits and began to cum in her pussy. His load was so large it began drooling out of her pussy as soon as he slipped out of her.
Janice rolled onto her belly and began sucking the cum that oozed out of Lisa Ann's pussy. She fell back onto her back and looked at the two men as they got up and headed to the bedroom to double team the bride who was now wide awake. Janice collapsed on the floor and had a smile on her face from ear to ear, her fantasy completely fulfilled and even more. Nearly too tired to speak she looked at the camera and whispered; "Stay tuned now for our next programming, I suppose to know what it is and introduce it, but I'm so fucking tired, I forgot what it is, so whatever it is, please stay tuned, I'm sure it will be very, very interesting!"
The screen when black and Martha MacCallum came on; "Well I see Janice Dean totally rocked her fantasy. I sure hope mine turns out as good as hers did. Please stay tuned for our first installment of classic TV with a porn twist followed by a current or recent TV show with a porn twist, till later, enjoy!"
\*
*As always please vote and remember your comments are welcomed!* |
Hotel Concierge Service Pt. 02 | 17,560 | 4.63 | 1,912,099 | [
"anal",
"domme",
"lesbian bdsm",
"public sex",
"submission"
] | I thoroughly enjoyed writing my first story on submissive lesbian love. Here is the next part with Bella and Michelle. This story stands on its own, but I highly recommend that you read Part 01 first.
As with all my stories, this will feature BDSM as Bella takes Michelle to new levels of submission introducing her to the club scene.
....
As Michelle awakens, her body sore from an extreme workout with her new lover Bella. Two weeks after meeting, she is now living at Bella's house. Her bed is a small mattress on the floor beside Bella's bed. As Bella's submissive pet she, at this point, is not permitted to sleep with her new Mistress.
Stretching across her bed, a soft moan slips past her lips when she is reminded that her ass is still plugged from last night's marathon session.
"Baby, is that you stirring down there?" asks Bella, her insatiable need stirring.
"Yes, Mistress Bella," responds Michelle awaiting for permission to join her.
"Did you sleep like a good girl my pet?"
"Yes, Mistress Bella. You exhausted me so good last night." Michelle's pussy warming, eagerly waiting for her morning love.
"Come to me sweet baby. My pussy needs to feel your lips on it."
Bella, slowly spreading her legs as she watches her young pet slowly crawl up onto the bed. "Mmm, you look so sexy in the morning," purrs Bella, her pussy lips parting as she spreads wider for her submissive pet.
Michelle licks her Mistress's foot soon wrapping her lips around Bella's large toe, gently kissing and sucking it just the way Bella likes. She is sure not to take her eyes off her Mistress as she's been trained, her tongue slipping between each toe, licking and sucking, savoring all of her Mistress's body.
"Such a good girl," moans Bella, her finger slipping between her pussy lips. "Worship your Mistress, like a good pet."
The plug stretching Michelle's ass, touching her in all the right places while she continues to kiss and suck each toe. Their eyes locked, she slowly kisses up the toned legs of her infatuation. Michelle smiles when Bella slides her foot between her legs, pressing softly against her moistening hole.
"Mmm, that feels good," moans Michelle as she rocks her pussy over Bella's probing foot.
She feels the familiar wetness growing as she kisses higher and higher. Bella's scent exciting Michelle, her warmth growing as she approaches her Mistress's shaved pussy.
"Ohhh," moans Michelle, Bella's foot now rubbing her swelling clit.
Finally reaching Bella's pussy, Michelle's tongue slides slowly along each pussy lip. Softly and sensually she slides along her Mistress's wet cunt. Long slow licks from just below her clit down to Bella's tight asshole, occasionally circling it around her most private hole.
"Yes my pet, lick my asshole. You are such a dirty slut," Bella whispers, her hands pushing Michelle's head harder against her darkness. "Slip your tongue into my asshole. You know what your Mistress likes."
Eager to please, Michelle presses her wet tongue deep into Bella's asshole feeling it tight around her tongue as it sinks deeper into her ass.
"Fuck, so good. So fucking good," moans Bella as her obedient pet concierge services her tight asshole. Michelle darts her tongue in and out, in and out of Bella's exquisite asshole. Each insertion opening it a little more, allowing her tongue to slide deeper and deeper into her ass.
Bella's foot constantly rubbing harder and faster against Michelle's now dripping cunt is bringing her closer to orgasm, but she knows she's not permitted to come before her Mistress, and she knows cumming without permission would result in a definite punishment.
Kissing along her pussy, Michelle's expert tongue sinks between Bella's wet lips, penetrating deeper each moment. Her soft fingers slide back her delicate clit hood, eliciting a soft moan when Michelle sees the shiny, throbbing clit beckoning to her. The moans of her Mistress also growing while she circles her tongue around the pulsing pink jewel.
"Ohhhh, fuck my slut, you have learned to eat my pussy like a good pet." Bella whispers, her breathing hard, her nipples even harder. "Suck my clit you fucking whore, I need to come," Bella commands grinding Michelle's face against her wet cunt.
Like an obedient pet, Michelle wraps her pink lips around Bella's swollen pearl, tightening them as she gently sucks. Bella is moaning loudly, her pussy is on fire with need. Michelle continues to suck harder, lashing her tongue across her sensitive clit. Moaning over her pussy, while Bella jams her foot deeper into Michelle's wet cunt.
"Mmm, Mistress fuck that feels so good," moans Michelle, her pussy stretching as Bella's foot pushes into her pussy.
"Shh, my slut. Suck my clit harder my pet."
Michelle continues sucking, licking, and circling Bella's clit. She sinks two fingers into her Mistress's pussy, and at the same time, presses two into her Mistress's tight, wet asshole.
"Ohh, you fucking dirty whore. Fuck me, fuck my ass you slut," urges Bella, her pussy tightening around Michelle's driving fingers. "Don't stop, fuck dooooon't...." Bella demands, feeling her orgasm fast approaching, her foot now almost fully inside Michelle's tight pussy.
Bella holds Michelle's head, grinding her obedient sub against her dripping cunt. "Fuck, I'm cumming my pet. Fuck my pussy, my ass," she moans as the first wave rips through her. Michelle needing to cum so bad, but ignoring her needs as she picks up her pace fucking her Mistress's holes and sucking her excited clit.
"Fuck, oh fuck," Bella yells, her cum spraying from her squeezing cunt, gushing over Michelle's pretty face. Michelle's fingers tapping Bella's engorged g-spot as the next wave sprays over her face. Wave after wave of cum drenching Michelle.
Not wanting her to stop, but Bella's clit now too sensitive, she pushes Michelle off her, ordering her to get onto all fours, sliding her foot from Michelle's needy cunt.
She sighs, so close to cumming, but obediently moves into position. She lays her head down and lifts her ass into the air feeling her heart pounding, knowing she is about to get fucked hard.
Bella slowly recovers, getting off the soaked bed, gliding her fingers along Michelle's back. She opens her dresser drawer picking up one of her many strap-ons. "Do you want to cum my pet?" Bella asks, moving behind her sub, rubbing the large black cock against Michelle's wet pussy.
"Yes, Mistress, if you wish for me to cum for you," responds Michelle, moaning feeling the cold plastic head sliding between her pussy lips.
"Mmm, so wet baby," she purrs, slowly pressing the thick head into Michelle's cunt.
"F...for you Mistress, for you," whispers Michelle. The horny sub moaning, her pussy stretching to accept it. Her lips wrap around the large black cock, folding as her Mistress pushes it deeper, sliding it further into Michelle's wet hole.
Michelle can feel each thick inch, as she grabs the sheets while being penetrated by her Mistress's strap-on.
Bella caresses Michelle as she slides her hands to her pet's hips and starts fucking her submissive slut harder. Sliding the large cock in and out of her pet's pussy, occasionally pulling on the plug still buried deep inside Michelle's ass.
"Ohh, Mistress, you fill me so good."
"Mmm, feel me my love, feel your pussy stretching," whispers Bella, picking up her pace beginning to fuck Michelle the way she wants it, she needs it. Wet noises now fill the room, the Mistress pounding her submissive pet's pussy.
"Mistress, fuck me harder. Please, you know what I need."
Michelle now working hard to meet each thrust with her own.
Bella now fucking Michelle's ass with the plug watching her ass expand and contract around the pink anal plug. The black cock ramming harder, deeper, "Tell me you want this my slut, tell me you need this," commands Bella.
"Yes Mistress, fuck I want this. I need this. Don't stop. Please fuck me harder."
Bella begins to ram her pet's ass and pussy, making her moan louder.
"Mistress, please Mistress, may I cum for you," pleads Michelle, her pussy tightening around the pounding cock.
"No my pet, not yet," warns Bella, "I want you needing to cum for me." The cock now a blur fucking Michelle's dripping pussy. The pink plug moving effortlessly from Michelle's gaping ass.
"Please Mistress, please let me cum for you," again begs Michelle, not sure she can hold back much longer.
"Rub for me, my slut. Do it now," demands Bella knowing she is pushing her pet to her limit.
Quickly Michelle obeys rubbing her swollen clit, each of her holes being relentlessly pounded.
"Fuckk, Please. PLEASE!" she begs, knowing she is about to come.
"Now my pet. Come for me now, my dirty slut," orders Bella, as she continues mercilessly pounding her sub's pussy and asshole.
"Thank you Mistress, fuck. Thank youuuuuu."
Michelle cums, her much needed orgasm washing through her entire body. "Fuck, Fuck, cummming. Cumming for you."
Michelle's hand now furiously rubbing her clit as she explodes over the cock pounding deep in her pussy. Bella doesn't let up, she continues fucking her sub harder as the next wave ripples through her. "Yes my slut, cum for me, like a good pet."
Her pussy on fire as her orgasm continues, Bella not stopping even while the third orgasm rips into her pet.
Several minutes later, Michelle collapses on the bed, exhausted from the thorough fucking she just received from Bella, her beautiful, strong Mistress. She removes the anal plug and slips out the large black cock, whispering, "Such a good girl," open your mouth my sweet baby."
Bella unstraps the cock placing it slowly into Michelle's greedy mouth. She licks and sucks her own juices from the plastic cock, moaning while tasting her sweet cum. Michelle, now trained to clean her toys after each use. Bella caresses her pet's long blonde hair, kissing Michelle softly and squeezing Michelle's tight ass. "Mmm, such a good pet." She leans in whispering. "You better get going or you will be late for work."
"Noo, please let me stay here with you."
"Soon my pet," responds Bella, "I will pick you up at work tonight. We are going out."
......
Michelle exits the bathroom, dressed and ready for work. She walks over to Bella, still laying in her bed basking in her orgasm, thinking about the night she has planned for her young pet. Leaning in she kisses her soft pink lips, moaning as she feels Bella's warm fingers rubbing her bare pussy.
"Mmm, such a good slut," purrs Bella, "Always following the rules."
Bella does not allow her pet to wear any panties to work, preferring to always have access to Michelle's pussy and letting her feel her pussy dripping all day, getting her more excited for their next love session.
"Remember, my pet, no touching or you will be punished," orders Bella, pressing her finger deeper into her sub's warm pussy.
"Mmm, I promise Mistress," purrs Michelle, "I do not want to be punished again."
"Now get going, before I fuck that pussy," commands Bella. "I will pick you up at 11 and we will be going out."
"Yes, Mistress, I will be waiting for you."
Bella slides her finger from Michelle's pussy, quickly sliding it into her mouth. "Mmm, so good."
.......
At 10:57 Michelle is eagerly waiting for Bella to pull up to the hotel entrance. Her pussy is dripping with anticipation, knowing that Bella will be taking her somewhere special tonight. At 11:02 Bella pulls into the hotel entrance, her black Mercedes suiting her perfectly.
Michelle opens the door, quickly getting into the car and leans over kissing Bella's soft lips.
"Fuck, I missed you," declares Bella. "Were you a good girl?"
"Yes Mistress Bella," smiles Michelle, proud of the fact that she did not touch her wet pussy all day.
Seeing the sincere statement, Bella smiles back, "Such a good pet."
Bella taps Michelle's leg, signalling for her to spread them. The obedient sub quickly obeys, as Bella slides her fingers along Michelle's wet pussy.
"Mmm, somebody is horny," she whispers, pushing two fingers into Michelle's tight hole.
Michelle just moans, allowing her Mistress to finger her needy cunt.
Several minutes later they arrive at their destination. It is an underground bar situated downtown in the manufacturing district. Bella pulls her fingers from her sub's pussy taking them to her mouth. She leans in, whispering, "Mmm, so sweet. My pet, I want you to exit the vehicle and remove your clothes." She kisses her lips, whispering again, "You will spread your legs, while you bend over the hood. Nod if you understand."
Michelle, looks at her, knowing not to question and simply nods. She opens the door, and slides off her white blouse. Her nipples are hardening as the cool night air breezes across her body. She slides down the straps of her camisole while walking around to the hood of the car. Bella outside now as well, watches as her obedient pet removes her clothes. She slides her hand under her short, tight leather skirt softly rubbing her pussy as she watches her pet strip naked.
Her finger starts circling her swelling clit as Michelle's nipples come into view. Michelle removes her camisole, looking at her sexy Mistress.
"Mmm, good girl," she whispers. "Now your skirt my love."
Nervously she removes her last piece of clothing, letting the skirt slowly slide down her tanned, toned legs. She bends down picking it up, feeling Bella's finger slide along her naked asshole.
"Ohh, fuck," she moans as Bella presses a finger into her pussy.
"Now bend over the hood my pet," Bella orders.
Michelle walks to the front of the car, bending over as commanded. The warm hood feels good against her large D cup breasts. Her nipples soften as they press against the warm hood. Bella reaches into her purse, pulling out an anal plug. She puts it into Michelle's wet pussy before pressing it into her awaiting ass.
"Fuck," purrs Michelle as the plug slips easily into her well trained asshole.
Bella again reaches into her purse, pulling out a leather collar. She slides Michelle's hair to the side exposing her neck and fastens it. Michelle waits, continuing to bend over the hood, feeling her pussy dripping down her leg as she awaits her next orders.
"My pet," whispers Bella. "We are about to go into my favorite club. You will obey my every command without question. Nod if you understand."
Michelle quickly nods, watching Bella reach into her purse again. She pulls out a leash and a small chain.
"Stand up my love," Bella orders, hooking the leash to the collar. "Turn to me my sweet pet."
Michelle gets up from the hood, turning her body to Bella. Her sexy Mistress grabs her right nipple, hardening again as the night air breezes across it. She rolls her nipple, extending it, making Michelle moan. Bella slips a hoop over the puffy nipple and slides up the ring to lock it in place.
"Mmm," moans Michelle.
Bella grabs the other nipple, squeezing it harder, rolling it and extending it even further. Again she slides the hoop on the other end of the chain tightening it around her swollen bud. She tugs the chain making sure it's secure.
"Such a good girl," whispers Bella as she grabs the leash, kissing Michelle softly, "You make me so happy."
Michelle feels her heart flutter as her raven haired Mistress leads her to the bar. Her long black hair blowing in the wind, her flawless ass perfectly covered by the short leather skirt. As they get closer, she can hear the music. She feels her body getting more excited as they approach the door. Looking to her right, she sees a woman being eaten out leaning on a hood as her naked submissive pet is kneeling between her legs. Another sub is being fucked with a strap-on. Bella leans in, "I bet you wish that was you."
Michelle nods not able to pull her eyes from the incredibly sexy scenes. She wants to rub her pussy, but knows she must wait for permission. The plug in her ass making her more excited by the second.
Bella knocks 3 times on the door. The door opens. A large bouncer nods. "Hello Bella."
"Hello Mike," she acknowledges, "Is it busy tonight?"
"As usual," he smiles looking at Michelle's naked body, the nipple chain shimmering in the light.
They walk down a dark staircase, the music getting louder and louder. At the base of the stairs, two couples are making out, and like her and Bella, one is naked and the other is dressed in leather. Bella pulls the leash, leaning in whispering, "Make me proud my pet, and you will be rewarded." She pulls Michelle even closer, "Don't make me punish you." She kisses Michelle, "More than I want to."
As they walk through the door, Michelle can't believe the spectacle. Wall to wall gorgeous women dancing, fucking, licking and sucking. Bella continues through the large room, the leash tight in her hand. Michelle feels hands caressing her, squeezing her ass as they walk to the back of the room eventually finding a free table. Bella sits, and points next to her. Michelle instinctively kneels at her side.
Bella smiles, confirming to Michelle that she is pleased. Slowly, she spreads her legs. Michelle is panting, needing to be feasting on her Mistress's pussy. She stays put waiting for Bella's command. "Now my pet," she says as her wet pussy lips part.
Michelle leans in, breathing in Bella's scent as she slides out her eager tongue. Slowly, she slides it along her Mistress's shaved pussy.
"Good girl," purrs Bella as she pushes Michelle's face against her.
Michelle licks each pussy lip, sliding her tongue along the outside, the inside, and finally slipping it deep into her Mistress's warm hole. Her hands are behind her back, wanting to impress Bella.
"Fuck, mmm, so good my slut," moans Bella, her young submissive very much an improved pussy licker after several weeks of Bella's training.
"My My My, she is an eager one," a sexy voice says behind Michelle. "Where do you find these lovely pets?"
"Good evening Jessie," says Bella, pushing Michelle harder against her pussy. "Are you alone tonight?"
Jessie moves closer, letting her leg press against Michelle's ass. "You would like that, wouldn't you," retorts Jessie as she slides her hand along Michelle's back.
"Jessie, take your hand off her, unless you want to lose it," threatens Bella. "I am not ready to share her yet."
Michelle's pussy gushes when hearing 'yet'.
"Still a greedy bitch I see," returns Jessie as a young petite brunette moves to her. "Ahh, you are back my pet, I trust you had a good time in the washroom."
She kneels beside Jessie, looking up to her, "Mhmm, I did Mistress, thank you." Her face wet with cum.
"Well, Bella I will let you go, you are obviously not in a sharing mood tonight. Give me a call when you want to share. My new pet Alexa will be more than happy to show you her new skills. Wouldn't you my baby?"
Alexa looks at Bella, nodding at Jessie, "Yes Mistress, I would." Her eyes now glued to Michelle's head between Bella's legs.
Michelle continues licking Bella's pussy, she slips a finger into her asshole causing Bella to moan.
"Fuck," she purrs as Michelle moves to Bella's clit.
"Have a good night Bella. See you soon I hope," says Jessie as she leads Alexa to the dance floor.
"That's it my pet. Right there. Fuck so good baby, so good," Bella's orgasm fast approaching.
Michelle starts sucking and licking Bella's swollen clit. Her clit scraping along her teeth with each slow suck. Now adding a second finger to her Mistress's asshole as Bella's orgasm erupts.
"Fuck, don't fucking stop you slut. Suck my clit, fuck my ass." Bella's orgasm cresting, Michelle not letting up until the orgasm fades. Bella pushes her away. "Fuck, such a good girl." She leans down kissing her wet face, licking her cum from Michelle's soft lips and cheeks.
"Thank you Mistress, for letting me please you."
Bella smiles, you will be pleasing me much more tonight. The waitress comes over. "Hello Mistress Bella, the usual?"
"Yes, Sammy that will be great, and my pet will have the same in a bowl."
Sammy smiles, winking at Michelle, "Of course Mistress Bella."
She returns several minutes later placing the glass of wine on the table and the bowl of wine on the floor.
"Thank you my pet, that will be all."
Sammy smiles, and walks away. Michelle watches her naked tight ass sway, then realizes she works out at the same gym as she and Bella do. Bella leans in, whispering, "Would you like to taste that sweet ass my pet?"
Michelle snaps out of her trance, nodding, "Yes, Mistress if you will allow it."
She takes a sip of her wine, signalling for Michelle to do the same. "I think I will have her come by tomorrow to play with us."
Michelle leans down into her bowl, and starts licking the wine the best she can. She feels Bella's soft touch as she whispers, "Good girl."
As the night goes on, Michelle licks and sucks Bella's pussy, bringing her to orgasm two more times. She orders Michelle onto the table, telling her to spread her legs and place them on the wall behind her. Quickly she obeys, not having her pussy touched once all night. Bella pulls the plug from her ass and slides it into Michelle's mouth.
Michelle accepts the plug licking it clean before Bella places it onto the table. "Good pet", smiles Bella.
She spreads Michelle's legs wider, grabbing each of her wet pussy lips, pushing her thumbs deep into her cunt.
"Ohhh," moans Michelle, feeling her Mistress's thumbs sliding deep into her.
"Mistress, fuck," purrs Michelle, as Bella slips a finger past her engorged lips.
Bella slowly fucks her pet, building her up like she always does. Her free hand pulls the chain attached to Michelle's nipples, extending them slowly as she continues to finger her pet.
Pulling and releasing the chain, making her sub moan as she extends her nipples further and further.
"Fuck, mmm. May I come for you," begs Michelle already close to orgasm.
Ignoring her request, Bella continues to assault her pet's wet pussy, adding a second and a third finger into her needy hole.
"Mmm.. shit," moans Michelle, her pussy tightening.
Bella continues, adding a forth finger into Michelle's dripping cunt as she squirms on the table doing everything she can to not cum. Her nipples exquisitely stretched as Bell' folds her thumb and jams her fist inside her pet's tight pussy. She looks up, seeing Michelle in distress, needing to cum, but she continues to fist her, fucking her harder, faster.
"P...Please Mistress, please," pleads Michelle, her pussy tightening around Bella's pounding fist.
Continuing just a little longer, bringing Michelle to the brink, as Michelle tries so hard not to disappoint her Mistress.
Bella spreads her legs and begins rubbing her pussy as she commands her sub to cum, "Cum my pet, cum like a good girl."
Michelle moans, instantly cumming for Bella. Tears forming as the most intense orgasm rips through her, so happy that she didn't disappoint her Mistress.
Bella relentless, not slowing her fisting, wanting to bring her sub to an intense pleasure, rewarding her for the amazing night.
Several minutes later, a puddle on the table, Bella pulls her fist from Michelle's pussy. She leans in close, kissing her softly whispering, "You made me so proud tonight, my pet." She slips her tongue between her pink lips kissing her passionately and looks into her pet's wet eyes, caressing her, "Let's go home sweet baby, you will sleep in our bed tonight." |
Matt and Michelle | 192,013 | 4.58 | 561,418 | [
"brother sister sex",
"brother sister incest",
"brother",
"sister",
"siblings"
] | The first week of October was not a pleasurable one for me. My stable of porn just wasn't doing it. I was 19 years old, and for the first time in my life, I was having a hard time achieving an orgasm. I was tense and in desperate need of relief. When that relief finally came, it was unsatisfying. I'd mindlessly click through images and videos which at one point would have pushed me over the edge within minutes, but they did nothing.
On Tuesday night, it took me twenty minutes of rubbing, yanking and pulling before my cock dribbled a pathetic few drops of cum into my fist. My dick softened, but the entire experience felt unsatisfying.
On Wednesday night, after sitting through an entire 45 minutes of random hardcore porn, I gave up and went to sleep. I know I needed the release because I woke up with my boxers stuck to my crotch. Nocturnal emission.
On Thursday night I decided to try a different strategy. I dimmed the lights in my room, put on headphones, and listened to jazz. I was laying on my back in the dark, completely naked, hoping the change in scenery would do the trick. By midnight, I threw off the headphones, rolled over, and went to sleep.
Friday morning I woke up with a very stiff cock. I went to the bathroom, pissed uncomfortably, then slithered into a warm shower, hoping I'd finally find relief. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. It was an angry purple. I lathered up and started stroking slowly, feeling an ache in my balls. I squeezed the head of my dick, then sped up my strokes. I desperately needed to cum. A few minutes letter, I could feel my balls tighten and the cum bubble up, but again, a few sad drops sputtered out and washed off my hand, down the drain within a second. I leaned my forearm on the wall of the shower and let out a sob. My cock was still half hard, and I was done. Dejected. Finished.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
"What's the deal, grump?" My mother tussled the hair on my head as I slumped into a chair in the breakfast nook. She had that patented Worried Mom look.
"Nothing. Why?"
"You look like someone took away your favorite toy," my father quipped, barely looking up over his paper.
My mother shot him a disapproving look. "Matthew, honey, if the stress of college is too much, let us know what we can do to help. You've got a lot on your plate, with a full load of classes and a job."
"It's only part time work, Mom, and it's not that bad. I'm fine. I guess I'm just tired or something."
"OK. Well you know to speak up if you need anything, right?" My mother is a therapist. She has a hard time leaving the work at work. Sometimes I think she's analyzing my every move.
"Where's Michelle?" Dad wondered aloud. Both my mother and I shrugged. My 18 year old sister Michelle was something of a prodigy, and was probably still in her room doing last minute studying for her AP classes. Don't get me wrong, I was a good student too and on full scholarship to state university, but Michelle was something else. We were a very close family, and my parents and I dreaded the day when she'd pick any one of a number of universities which would undoubtedly accept her for admission; she could probably go to an Ivy League across the country.
The thought of Michelle sent a little pang through me. We were only 11 months apart in age, so we were extremely close growing up. They say that girls are more emotionally mature than boys, so there was a period of a few years there where I think she was elder sibling, even if not chronologically. I had become so accustomed to having her around, even if she was huddled in the corner of the room with her nose buried in a book. I was accepted to a few schools, but I stayed local. I know she is one of the reasons. Even though she never expresses so, I know it isn't easy for her at school. She has a few friends, but they're high-strung honor students with whom she has little in common, other than academics. I am her best friend. Who am I kidding? She's mine. Even though I was something of a jock, I dated regularly, and I had my buds, she was still my closest friend in the world.
"Michelle!" Mom called up the stairs. "Michelle! Breakfast!" I heard a rumbling then a loud thump upstairs, followed by a few choice expletives. My sister came stumbling down the stairs, clutching her left foot, jacket half off, books in a precarious stack on one arm, bag slung across her body. She was such a klutz. It's a miracle she made it down in one piece.
"Sorry! I spent a little too much time in the bathroom this morning." Michelle dropped everything on the floor behind her chair. She threw her body into the chair next to me. Her dark brown hair was still damp from the shower, and hung loosely down the middle of her back. Her big almond shaped hazel colored eyes had a tinge of color; they must have been bloodshot from another night of studying. She yawned a huge yawn, stretching her arms high above her head, which pulled her flannel top open a little more than she probably intended. Her breasts, which were rather large for her frame, strained against the dark green tank top she was wearing. I caught myself staring and quickly looked away. My sister was beautiful. She wasn't aware of how beautiful she was, which made her all that much more beautiful. I reached across the table and handed her the carafe of orange juice. I knew it was part of her morning ritual. I knew all of her rituals, her habits, her needs.
"Thanks Mathy" She smiled warmly. Her childhood nickname for me stuck, but at some point a few years ago my parents stopped using it. She never did, and rarely called me anything else. She took the carafe and nudged my shoulder with hers in appreciation.
"Any Friday night or weekend plans, kids?" Dad finally put down his newspaper and started gulping his coffee. He wasn't grilling us. As far as rules and curfews, our parents were very easygoing on us. I think it's because we were both never in any real trouble. In fact, my mom half-hoped we'd rebel a little and do something out of character.
"Kelsey is coming over after school today and we're going over some AP Chem stuff," said Michelle between bites of her English Muffin. "Nothing planned this weekend." She licked the crumbs off her bee stung lips. I felt inappropriate heat between my legs.
The three of them glanced over at me. "I've got an Anthro paper. I'll probably hole myself up in my room this weekend and work on it." I wasn't in any mood to go anywhere. I hadn't been on a date in over two months. Most of my high school buddies were gone. My job was only Tuesdays and Thursdays. Maybe it was depression, I don't know, but the idea of spending an entire weekend in the house didn't seem all that bad.
Mom's brows knotted in concern. "Do you want to join me and your dad in Santa Barbara?"
"Yeah Ma," Michelle chimed in, "That's exactly what a 19 year old boy wants to do: join his parents on a romantic anniversary weekend." She rolled her eyes as my dad chuckled.
"It's cool." I tried to act nonchalant. I knew Mom was already a little bit worried about me, I didn't want to give her a reason to fret while on her annual anniversary weekender. "There are a couple of concerts actually, I might go to one. I'd rather stay in town just in case I score tickets." (In my head: "Oh, I'll be in my room, frantically whacking off.") I saw Michelle's eyes get a little wide. She could always tell when I lied. My phone chimed in my pocket and I lifted it out. "So full of shit big bro" was the text on the screen. My sister was stealth-texting under the table again. "There's a bunch of stuff in town that I'd like to do this weekend, Mom." I lobbed the second attempt over the net.
That seemed to do the trick with Mom. I could tell by her body language that she relaxed a bit, and would be off my case. Michelle glanced at me realizing I'd conned Mom, and then when the parents were wrapped up in conversation about where they'd have their anniversary dinner, she winked at me. I scrunched my face and gave her a huge, cheeseball smile. She snort-laughed and we shared a moment.
"Can you drop me off at school Mathy?"
"Only if you're ready to go now. I need to stop at Target before class and I need to get going."
Michelle grabbed her stuff from the floor and shoved her backpack into my chest. She pushed so close I could smell her shampoo, her lotion, even her deodorant. They blended together and barely masked the natural, sweet scent that always seemed to linger on her skin. "Take this for me, will ya?" We gathered our things and bid our parents goodbye for the weekend; they'd be gone until Sunday night.
When we reached the car, Michelle threw open the back seat, and reached in, headfirst. "I think I dropped my headphones in your backseat a few days ago." I stood a few feet away, watching her wiggle her ass up in the air as she maneuvered in the back of my car, hunting for the earphones. Was it my imagination, or was she wearing tighter jeans than she ever had? Her tank top barely covered her midriff, and her flannel was now riding up her back, giving me a nice view of her jeans-covered ass. I was lost in thought, staring dully, mouth agape. I must have looked like quite a sight. "Shit!" she stuttered, before losing her feet slipped out from under her. Within seconds, she was doing a faceplant into the passenger side back seat. That clumsiness caught up with her, again. I threw her backpack into the passenger front seat, and hurried back to where her body was now slumped awkwardly in the back of my car. I gripped her hips and yanked her up, pulling her body toward me. She steadied herself by placing one hand on top of my car, and leaned back into me.
"Thanks." My right arm slipped down below her arms and around her waist. I pressed gently, and she relaxed her body back into mine. Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned my face forward and buried it in the back of her hair. I inhaled deeply. She pushed her body back against me, a little more firmly this time, and I whimpered. I could smell her lavender shampoo in her near-damp hair.
"Shelly..." I stammered out, but couldn't manage any more words. I squeezed tighter, but suddenly realized that the growing bulge in my jeans was pressing back into her ass. "Sorry. Sorry." I apologized for nothing in particular. I loosened my grip on her, and she chuckled.
"Getting sentimental in your old age, big brother?" Either she didn't notice the bulge, or she decided to ignore it. She beamed that beautiful smile that she rarely shared with anyone outside the family.
"I guess so. Maybe a little bit."
She smiled and slid her body into the front seat. I closed her door, and walked around the car to the driver's side. It gave me an opportunity to shift my growing cock in my pants, which was now feeling more uncomfortable than ever. I was also feeling like a complete and utter creep. I was so aroused by my own sister's body, I was practically panting.
The drive to school was quiet. Often, she would plug her iPod into the car's stereo and share some of her favorite songs with me, but this morning she spent the five minutes of our commute to her school thumbing through some of her chemistry notes.
"Need me to pick you up after school?"
"No. Kelsey and I are going to study, so she'll bring me home." She squinted her eyes and studied my face.
"OK. Text me if something changes."
She leaned over and kissed me. It was a gentle peck, mostly on the cheek, but the corner of her mouth brushed mine. "Thanks Mathy. Beats walking." I smiled and drank her in. She hovered just a few inches from my face. I reached my hand up and tugged a lock of her hair.
"You really are sentimental today. You ok?" She had the same worried look that Mom had earlier.
"Yeah. Yeah. It's good. I'm good." This time, I'm not sure I was convincing.
"We'll talk tonight," she offered, and grabbed her stuff, leaving my car. Everything suddenly felt empty and lonely, just like that.
As I drove off, I my head was muddled with thoughts of pain, of love, of arousal. Most of all: of guilt. I was entertaining impure thoughts about my sister.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
I got home at 2 pm, and the house was empty. My parents had started their drive for their anniversary weekend, and Michelle wasn't home from school. I pulled the car more forward than usual in our drive, because Kelsey was as horrible at parking as she was at driving. In fact, there was a lot about Kelsey that was wrong. I decided that I'd make myself very scarce for her visit.
Once I got inside, I started a load of laundry and cleaned up my room a bit before deciding that I really needed to find something to clear my head. I felt like jerking off again, but didn't want to get started knowing that my sister and her friend would be home shortly. A jog seemed like a good idea.
For the first mile and a half, I could think of nothing but Michelle. For every fifth or sixth step, the thought of the curve of Michelle's hip or her ass or the scent of her neck would seep into my head, and I'd purge it out. The thought would come back, and I'd purge it again. I'd pick up my pace, run a little harder. This continued, step after step, until finally I stopped running and stood in place, gasping for air. I looked up and realized I had gotten further than I usually do before turning around, so I made the turn and hustled back in the direction of the house. When I got to the house, I was practically wheezing, and soak in sweat. Still no car in the driveway.
I stumbled up the stairs and stripped my clothes, dropping them in the hamper in my closet. I walked naked across the hall to the bathroom. It gave me a little thrill, because we weren't one of those "walk around naked" families. But no one was home, so what was the harm, right? I turned on the shower and got in, not even bothering to close the door. My head was still swimming, and despite the exertion, my erection was back with a vengeance. I thought about wanking it there in the shower, but after the last unsatisfying shower ejaculation, I thought I'd wait until I was in my room tonight.
In my post-run state, I forgot that my sister and Kelsey would be home. As soon as I turned off the water, I heard their voices. Kelsey's shrill, shrieking voice cut through the sound of Michelle's more muted, raspy voice. I reached for a towel and realized two things. First, the bathroom door was open, and at some point if they had walked past the bathroom (which they must have had to do in order to get to Michelle's room), they would have seen my naked body, right through the shower glass. It must have been of my backside, because I didn't see them walk. The second thing I realized was that I was in the bathroom without any clothes, and would have to walk out into the hallway, past Michelle's room, to get to my bedroom and some clothes. I looked on the back of the bathroom door for my dad's robe, but it was gone; he must have packed it on his trip. The meager little bath towel would have to do. I wrapped it firmly around my waist. I didn't even bother to dry my body. I just wanted to scramble into my room, get the door closed, and get dressed.
For a brief moment, I entertained the thought of asking Michelle to bring me some clothes, but then I thought that seemed silly. I was overreacting.
I ran quickly into the hallway and past Michelle's room. I must have been nothing but a blur, because they both snapped their heads up but didn't say anything. I got to my room and closed the door, and not two seconds later was someone there, knocking.
"Yo, kid. It's Kelsey."
Shit. I just wanted to ignore her. "Hey Kelsey. What's going on?"
"You going to open the door?"
"Sorry, getting dressed."
"I don't mind." She said it in the most obnoxious, exaggerated flirtatious voice. Nothing subtle about this girl.
"Right," I chuckled. "Well I'll be out in a few."
"I'll be in your sister's room," she said, then dropped her voice unnaturally a couple of octaves, "I'll be waiting for you." She was such a boner killer. I glanced down and noticed that everything going on earlier around my crotch had settled.
I threw myself onto my bed, letting my still-wet back dampen the sheets. I needed to change the sheets anyway, I reasoned. I quickly dried off and threw on some pull-on basketball shorts and a t-shirt.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
"Knock knock." I stood in the doorway of Michelle's room. The girls were huddled over her desk, and displayed on her monitor was one of a series of photos from a beach day trip they took a few months earlier. There were five girls, and of the five, Michelle stood out in every photo as the most stunning. She was in a black bikini, but it wasn't too skimpy. Her natural thick, wavy brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders to her breasts. Her narrow waist flared out to perfect hips. Her legs were lean, toned and unblemished. The skin on her entire body was so soft, and even though she was fairly pale, her skin had a beautiful glow.
They looked back at me for a moment, and turned back to the photos.
"We're just putting up the pics from this album onto Facebook. Kelsey thinks we'll score some hot guys in school if we do," Michelle said, rolling her eyes.
"Know any college guys who might want to hit this?" Kelsey sputtered, putting her hands behind her head and contorting into an awkward, mock pinup girl pose.
"I'm sure there must be some," I politely offered. I wasn't having any part of her flirting, but didn't want to seem callous.
"OK ladies, I'm ordering pizza for dinner. Speak now about what toppings you'd like, or you'll be stuck eating whatever I get."
"Kelsey isn't going to be here," Michelle said, not taking her eyes off what she was doing on the computer. "It'll just be you and me, you know what I like." I know she meant on her pizza, but my dick twitched at the way she said the words "you know what I like". She was still captioning photos, and I was still riveted by them. Even from a few feet away, I could make out quite a bit of detail.
"I can stay for dinner if you want the company," said Kelsey. I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or to Michelle. I didn't want to chance it, so I responded, "That's ok. You go ahead and do whatever it is you had planned, we're fine."
"Suit yourself," she said, "But I am a good time. You're missing out."
Michelle laughed, assuming that Kelsey was joking. Meanwhile, Kelsey was still looking back toward me, leering at me. She glanced down toward my crotch, where I know there were signs of life, because I was still enthralled by the beach photos. I excused myself to my room, and spend the next few hours working on a paper. By the time I ordered the pizza (with Michelle's favorite toppings, of course), Kelsey was gone, and mercifully she didn't pop by my room to say goodbye.
I arranged two plates, cloth napkins, silverware, and two wine goblets at the dining room table. I opened a bottle of wine. Our parents were fairly liberal about letting us drink beer or wine at home, and we rarely did. I also made a couple of small bowls of salad. I lit some very under-used candles. I almost chickened out and blew out the candles, when I heard Michelle behind me, "Very nice big bro! If only I could score a date with a guy who would do this!"
"It's just pizza," I must have been blushing.
"So? This is the way you get into a girl's pants!" she winked. "Are you practicing on me?"
I started to talk but just stammered. My cock was again springing to life, even though in my mind I knew everything she was saying was in jest. My body was not cooperating. I pulled her chair out, then hurried over to my side of the table and sat, dropping the napkin into my uncooperative lap. I scooted my chair in as close to the table as possible. My dick was rock hard and aching, and it didn't help that Michelle was now wearing a tank top with no bra, and pajama shorts.
We ate mostly in silence, just occasionally making small talk. The wine was making me feel warm. At least, I think it was the wine.
"What do you think Mom and Dad are doing right now?" I wondered out loud.
"Blow job, a little fingering, a little penetration...." I couldn't believe she just said that. My sister was never this bawdy. I turned ten different shades of red.
"Gross, Shelly. Those are our parents you're talking about. We were the result of immaculate conception."
"Oh come on, Mathy. You think they don't do it? They probably do it all of the time. Good for them. At least someone in this house is getting some."
"You're not getting some?"
"Me? No. Not some. Not any."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. Just no one interested in me."
"Bullshit."
"OK, let me qualify that: there is no one interested in fucking me that I'd also let fuck me."
"Fair enough." I really wanted to change the subject. Just hearing her say the last sentence made me want to blow a load in my pants, without even touching myself.
I looked up and she was studying me. I shifted a little uncomfortably, and she glanced back down at her plate, smiling just a little. I think she knew I was uncomfortable, and she liked it. My sister wasn't sadistic, what was that all about?
When we were finally done eating, she offered to clean up since I set up dinner. She took our plates and went to the kitchen, and I took the opportunity to run upstairs out of her site, my raging hard-on leading the way.
When I made it up to my room, I closed the door and ripped off my shirt and dropped my pants right away. This time, I knew I could blow a good load. I knew it was wrong, but my body was again overriding my brain; I dropped myself into my computer chair, browsed to my sister's Facebook page, and pulled up one of those shots of her on the beach. She was posed with four of her friends. She was standing on the end, and while the rest of the girls had big smiles, she was looking at the camera with a smoldering intensity.
"Uhnnnnn," I groaned, as soon as the page loaded. I was pumping pretty hard by now, and slowed down because for the first time in a while, it felt really good. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I pushed back from the desk a little and stretched my legs out. I was now stroking a little slower and would periodically open my eyes to glance at the photo. Each time I did, it brought me closer to the edge. Finally, I decided to let myself cum.
I was now staring so hard at the computer, I didn't notice my bedroom door open. My dick started to spew a thick, creamy rope of semen. I was so caught up I didn't even have something on hand to catch it, which is something I almost always did. "Guhhhh," I moaned and out of the corner of my eye I saw her. Michelle was standing just two feet away from me, a step in past the doorway, and her eyes were on my spouting cock. Her eyes on me made me feel like I was going to come even harder. I felt like I was going to black out from sheer pleasure. It took me a second before I realized, "This isn't right." I gasped and stumbled out of the chair, trying to cover my spewing cock. There was no covering it though, and no stopping it. Two more thick ribbons of cum shot out, over my and and onto the carpet in front of her feet. I turned my body and lurched for my bed, grabbing for my shorts.
"Shit! Shit Michelle, I'm sorry! Don't you knock! Why didn't you knock? Shit!"
She stood, frozen, and for the first time since walking in on me, her eyes moved up to my face.
"Sorry! I'm sorry!" She stood wide-eyed while she made her apology. Then she did what I hoped she wouldn't do: she looked over to my computer monitor. There it was, taking up practically the full screen. The beach photo. For a second, she looked like her knees wobbled, but she braced herself on the door frame. "Sorry," this time more quiet, "I'll let you clean up."
She ran out of my room and down the hall toward her own room. I was mortified. I was mortified that she saw me, and mortified that I was so completely aroused, and that I'd cum so hard.
I grabbed my towel from my shower earlier and wiped myself down quickly, then pulled on my shorts. I hurried down the hall to her room to apologize and think up some kind of excuse. When I got to her doorway, I stopped cold. She was on her bed, on her side, facing away from the door. Oh god, she's sobbing, I thought. I made her cry. I saw her back shudder, and I ran in to put my hand on her shoulder and comfort her. It wasn't until I got close enough to touch her that I saw that she wasn't crying. Both of her hands were between her legs, and one hand was in her panties. She was rubbing herself. Rubbing hard. She was in the throes of an orgasm. Before I could stop myself, I lowered myself to sitting right behind her, and placed my hand on her back. I could feel the bed rock from how her hand was moving. She let out a very load moan, and pressed both hands firmly against her mound. I was hard again. A little grunt escaped my throat.
Her eyes opened and she leaned back, looking up at me. "Is this because you're mad?" Her voice was very quiet. "Are you mad that I walked in on you?"
"No, it was an accident."
"Why are you here?"
"I wanted to tell you I was sorry."
She shifted her body to a sitting position, and now we were facing each other. She had her hands placed delicately in her lap, and I could see the glimmering from her juices on her fingers. I wanted so badly to touch her fingers, to feel the moisture, but I resisted.
"Do you want me to call Kelsey for you? She'll go out with you," she offered.
"Wait, what?" I was utterly confused. "You think because I masturbate that I need a date or something?"
"No," she said, equally confused. "It's just that you were looking at the beach photo, and I saw her flirting with you earlier, so I just figured-"
"No, Michelle, I'm not interested in her."
"Oh. One of the other girls in the picture? Jessica?"
"No, not Jessica."
"Was it just one of those 'girls in bikinis' things?" She was fishing.
I had a decision to make. I wasn't sure why, but I decided I wanted to be truthful with her. "It was you. You make my dick hard." That last part was barely audible.
She gasped. I couldn't believe I was so bold. I also couldn't believe how bold she was about to get.
"Is it hard right now? Guys have a refractory period, right? So it probably won't be hard for a while now that you've cum?"
I sighed. "It's hard again. It's almost always hard when you're around. I'm sorry."
She looked at my lap. She reached over and gently moved my arm away. I could feel her fingers, which were now a little sticky. "Can I see it?"
My eyes got wide. Was she asking me to take it out of my shorts? She had already gotten a pretty good look in my room. That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I hadn't put two and two together. The site of me cumming made her run to her room to touch herself. Again, my dick lurched in my shorts.
She reached with her other hand and held on to my waistband. As she pulled the waistband away, she reached in with her hand and grabbed onto my dick. Her hands were so soft, even if a little sticky. I groaned and bit my lip. She bit her lip too, and leaned herself closer. My dick was so hard it was up against my stomach. She pulled it away a bit, and lowered my waistband even more. She loosened and tightened her grip a couple of times, weighing my dick, pulling it, feeling its ridges and veins. She slid her thumbs up and down it. "It seems big," she offered.
"It's just...average," I was having a hard time forming complete sentences.
She began to stroke it more decisively, and I grabbed on to her wrists. "Please stop. Please."
"That doesn't feel good?" It came out in a whisper.
"No, it feels really good. Too good. You're going -- uhhhh -- to make me cum... if you keep doing that." I stuttered the entire time.
"Isn't that a good thing? She was gasping and breathy. She slowed her strokes, but leaned her head forward toward mine until our foreheads were touching. We both closed our eyes. I moved my hands to her waist.
"Mathy, does this make you feel guilty?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
"Uhhhhhhhh," it was her turn to moan. I couldn't believe this was turning her on.
"I'm so horny," she admitted. "I want you to touch me so badly."
"I'm your brother," this came out more as a question than a statement of fact. It was as though I was trying to explain why I wouldn't, but I knew my resolve wasn't going to be very strong.
"I won't tell," she promised. "Please, just touch me a little right now, and you won't ever have to do it again, and I won't tell anyone," her stroking was now a little more quick and firm.
"Shelly...." I was lost. If I hadn't cum just a few minutes before, her strokes would have had me bursting by now. It felt too good.
"Please?" she panted.
I couldn't refuse her. I could never refuse her. "If I do this and touch you, I'm not going to want to stop. I'll never stop."
She whimpered and took her hand off my cock, pressing her entire body forward onto me. Her lips met mine, and at first her kiss was soft and gentle, but still a little insistent. Her hands were up by my face. I pulled her tank top up over her breasts, and moved both hands up from her stomach, palms down. I pressed into the area just below her breasts, then gripped around her ribs. She moaned, and we kissed harder. I slid my tongue forward and brushed it across her lower lip. The taste of her mouth made me dizzy. Slowly, she slid her tongue forward, and the tips of our tongues met. Within a minute, I was kneading her firm, full breasts, and our tongues were pressing into eachother's mouths. Her nipples were like firm pebbles underneath my hands. I moved my palms over them, feeling them react.
I pulled her body off mine, and placed her carefully next to me on the bed. I wanted to see her, see all of her. As my eyes were drinking her in, she pulled my shorts off entirely, then undressed herself. We lay like that, side by side, glancing our hands softly over eachother's bodies. I couldn't remember any moment of my life that was more perfect than this one. Her skin was so soft, and certain parts of her would raise up into goosebumps as my fingers trailed over them. I leaned in and kissed her shoulder. She took my hand, and kissed it.
After what was probably only ten or fifteen minutes of this, but felt like hours, she arched her back and reached over with one hand, gripping my cock. She put her other hand between her legs. We moaned at the same time. She began to stroke me slowly, and press into her own pussy. I moved her hand away with one of mine, and slid two fingers up and down her slit. She was soaked. I wanted so badly to taste her, but it felt like everything we were doing was so slow, so careful, I didn't want to spoil it.
I very carefully slid in a finger. "Mmmmmm," her voice was barely there.
"Shelly. Shelly, if you keep doing that, it's going to make me cum." Her hand was not moving more quickly on my cock, and I in turn sped up moving my finger in and out of her now dripping pussy. "Shelly. Slow down."
I knew what was inevitable, and I didn't know what to do. Even though I already came not long before, I was close once again. Would I let her do it? Would I let her take me over the edge? The thought of her coming in contact with my cum sent a shock through my body, and that was enough to do it. As I felt the cum quickly bubbling up in my balls, I pressed my thumb over her clit, and began to flick furiously. Her body was so responsive, she immediately shuddered, and her pussy clenched around my two inserted fingers. I tried to focus on her body, her tight pussy gripping around my fingers, her hardened clit under my thumb, foolishly hoping it would delay my own orgasm. As my hand sent her spiraling into a powerful, body-convulsing orgasm for her, I uttered, "God, Michelle. You're so beautiful! You're so beautiful when you cum!"
Her breathing was uneven and she moved one hand up to her head to clear her hair out of her face. In the passion of her climax, he had stopped stroking my cock. She started up again.
"Watch out --- watch out Michelle --- I'm going to --- oh gg-g-od -- I'm cumming!" She ignored my warning, scooting her body down the bed so her entire upper body was hovering over my purple, pulsing cock. She squeezed the tip and I groaned. Then, she started pumping her hand up and down faster and faster, until I couldn't contain it anymore. I hollered, and despite the copious amount of cum that had expelled from my body in my room, I came again, and hard. Stream after stream of milky white cum shot out of me with more force than I have ever felt. The first spurt landed over her hand, just above where she gripped me. A second arced up and landed on the left side of Michelle's chin, slowly dripping onto her chest. Another hit on her face, just above her upper lip and under her nose. The last two landed squarely over her glorious tits. I closed my eyes for just a moment as I felt the room spin. I opened them, and saw her lift her cum-covered hand to her face. She reached her tongue out to first lick the stray drop that had landed below her nose, then she placed the top of her hand against her open mouth and sucked in what was left on her hand. She glanced down to her chest, where the other drops had landed. Using her hand, she smeared the drops into her skin, while she closed her eyes and hummed appreciatively. "Does it always taste like that?" I didn't know what to say.
I couldn't move an inch of my body. I was afraid she would come to her senses, and realize what we had done was wrong. She lowered her body next to mine, resting her head on my arm. I squeezed her in tighter. Her soft body molded perfectly to mine. "Wait," I said, "Can we get under the covers?" She glanced up at me with those big gorgeous eyes and nodded. There wasn't an ounce of regret on her face. We shifted our bodies momentarily so we could pull the covers down beneath our spent bodies.
"Mathy, will you stay the night? Or at least a little while?"
"If you want me."
"I want you."
"I mean if you want me to stay here."
"I do. And I want you."
"If I stay, I may not be able to stop. It might not stop, Shelly. I might do something to you that you don't want."
"I want you to do what you want. I want you to do everything."
I pulled the covers up over us and pulled her in close to me.
"I love you Shelly."
"I love you big brother."
I didn't know what the rest of the weekend had in store for us. Or the rest of our lives. But that moment in the afterglow of what we had done was perfect. |
Don't Do Anything You Will Regret Ch. 02 | 18,206 | 4.6 | 1,533,050 | [
"incest novella",
"incest drama",
"drama"
] | *If you read the first installment, you know it ended with this line:* "I have no regrets, Mark." Before I could register her meaning, her eyes widened and she gave a soft cry of pain. "Oh, Mark! No regrets." *This chapter picks up where the last concluded. (Fadedgiant)*
\*
"I have no regrets, Mark." Before I could register her meaning, her eyes widened and she gave a soft cry of pain. "Oh, Mark! No regrets."
In that swift maneuver, my lovely Brenda gave herself in complete surrender. She took me into her virgin love nest. The maiden barrier separating her from girl and woman broke as a rubber band breaks when stretched too far. Brenda wept as my cock filled her passage. The glee on her face told me she wept in joy. Her damp eyes shown like the glow of afternoon sun.
All I could do was look in awe as my love became my lover and I became hers. My own emotion spilled over as I pulled Brenda as tightly to me as my strength could. She rested her hips on mine not making a move, only feeling something she had never experienced.
She whispered through her tears, "I couldn't wait, Mark. I love you too much and now I love you more."
My cock twitched as she said those words. I reacted by kissing away her tears and kissing her lips. "Brenda." It was a sigh escaping my mouth with her name on it.
"I thought it was supposed to hurt, it feels too good to hurt."
Our eyes locked in soul searching stares; I could find no words to express the feeling. "I love you," is all I could manage.
Brenda began to move with caution. My cock slid out just a bit before Brenda pressed back on it. She repeated herself slowly until she was comfortable. Soft moans of pleasure began to build as she began to pace herself more rapidly.
"Don't let me cum in you Brenda." Our depth of knowledge about the other made me aware that she could become pregnant.
"It's okay, I want it."
I could tell by her expression the sudden jab of pain was past and she was going to cum with my cock in her. The cries she made were getting louder and she buried her head on the edge of my pillow.
I heard her suck in a deep breath and hold it. Her muscles squeezed against my cock. She let out a cry into the pillow loud or louder than her first orgasm. With every bit of strength I had, I withdrew and shot a jet high on her back with more depositing all over her squirming butt.
I knew she wanted me to cum in her and risk making a baby, yet I knew it would be difficult for us. I hoped she would understand.
I saw a flash of sadness and anger in her eyes when she finally looked at me. "You stole from me. You robbed me."
"I sorry, I don't want you to get pregnant. At least not for a couple years." I held her and she responded as I hoped she had.
"It felt good, Mark, even when I gave it to you. It hurt but it was a good hurt. Will you come in me soon?"
"As soon as it is safe. In a few more days."
I knew there must be some blood from her first time; I felt a slow trickle of her cum against my spent cock.
"I bet I made a mess on you." Brenda giggled slightly. "I hope I didn't bleed too much."
I shared her giggle, "I know I sprayed a big mess on your back."
Our lips locked in another deep meaningful and very hot kiss. "I am going to clean myself a bit, Mark. Can we do it again?"
"I want that, my sweet love." Brenda left with her bathrobe on. I would use the toilet after she was through.
I thought about what had just happened, that Brenda told me I wouldn't wait long, that we promised we wouldn't have sex, and the reality of having just experienced love beyond anything that made sense. Crusted around my cock was crimson evidence of Brenda's virginity lost. I ached for want of her again.
I heard Brenda go to her room after using the bathroom. She must have showered again; I knew I had to as well. I washed well, wishing Brenda's virgin blood could be an honored treasure. Better than blood, I had Brenda.
I returned to my room finding Brenda already there. 'My room,' I thought, 'is our room.' She was perched on the mattress legs crossed as she is always when she wants to talk. She wore her bathrobe, yet I was aware of her nakedness beneath.
I sat next to her with just a towel wrapped around my waist. "I know that look, Brenda, what do you need to talk about?"
Her smile was the same as always, yet different, her face radiated her smile. If she was a magnet, she would pull me in. "Are you happy we, you know, did it?"
"How could I not be? It was the best feeling I have ever experienced." I didn't try to hide that I was getting hard again; it didn't escape Brenda either.
"Can I lick you like you licked me?" She bounced on the mattress that could only be explained as sexual anticipation.
"We could do it together."
Somehow, I cannot try to understand, her robe fell off as she whipped the towel from me. We fell to the mattress kissing, touching, feeling, hearing, every sense employed as arousal and need heightened.
Brenda spun around to offer her warm nest to my lips. I felt her lips and tongue kiss and lick my cock. A mutual sigh of high expectation shared between us was all the encouragement we needed.
I gave Brenda a little lick on her sensitive little bud. My reward came with the feeling of her mouth sucking me in to the root. Where could she have learned that?
Brenda pressed her mound hard on my face when my tongue pressed into her newly opened pussy. She had already become wet and her tang drifted over my taste buds. Her head bobbed on my cock.
The grip of her mouth on my cock disappeared; her voice cracked raspy and excited. "I need you in me, Mark."
I turned my body to hers and took the time honored position my cock pointing directly at her waiting pussy. I eased into her; she registered no pain or discomfort. She raised her legs high to give me unobstructed access. When she jerked her hips against me, resolve was gone and I plunged in.
A short gasp was followed with, "Yes! Mark! Fuck me!"
I accepted her call, withdrew until barely my cock head remained in her, then jabbed her deep and hard. Her whole body jerked against me. I repeated it and got the same result. Some instinct in Brenda took over and she locked her legs over my shoulders. The force of my thrusts with her legs over my shoulders, her butt rose to meet me when I thrust in. Brenda was biting the sheet, stuffing it in her mouth to keep her cries as silent as she could. Soon she had another cum. She clutched my cock in her, she pulsed and jerked feeling a huge orgasmic wave engulf her.
Her legs fell limply to the mattress; I eased out the wad of sheet crammed in her mouth. Brenda's eyes were closed, she gulped air trying to recover. I edged slowly off her body, my cock from her pussy. No, I hadn't cum and was glad; I couldn't have withdrawn if I wanted to.
Brenda moved slowly to her side, she exposed her cute butt to me with opening of her no longer virgin pussy. I spooned into her letting my cock rub along length of her labia to touch her inflamed clit.
The caress seemed to shock her into a quiver she rode it out against me. She angled her legs more and pressed into me. The unspoken words were inciting animating me to change my position. My cock pressed into her soft folds but not hard and full.
I reached my arm around her in a sensual sexual embrace. Brenda pulled my arm tighter over her. "Slow, Mark. I can't take much more."
It was nice being gentle now. Brenda had demanded hard sex that was surprising for only her second time. Not many girls would have been that prepared or wanting. Now it was lovingly slow although Brenda was breathing deeply and sighing.
She had a small orgasm as we swayed and my time came. I pulled out ready to cum on her butt but she trapped my cock between her legs. I came over her mound and splattered some on the mattress. I felt her hand rubbing my cum over her mound and stomach.
"I can't wait until you can give it to me inside me."
"I want to. I want to fulfill my lover duty by giving everything to you."
We remained spooned and drifted into deeply satiated sleep.
We awoke in the morning feeling our bodies stuck together by dry cum. The instant hit us hard leaving us laughing madly as we peeled ourselves apart.
Our first night together ended in first sex, hard fucking, and sensual love making. Whatever the future held was ours to achieve. |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 17 | 47,781 | 4.6 | 552,868 | [
"lesbian sex",
"threesomes",
"first time"
] | They were alone now. They only had each other now. But, for Tess and Jo, it was enough, it was all they needed....
"Thank you, thank you for coming to say goodbye to them,....." the, almost, identical words flowing from the sibs' mouths as they bade the well-wishers farewell, thanking each and every one, a 'well attended service' the newspaper would say in the write-up.
Robert and Chris, their wishes followed to a 'T', were creamated and, true to their Irish roots, both had decreed a service of celebration of their lives, not a mourning of their passing. Their ashes, at a later date, would be interred in the Clancy masoleum in County Cork, the land of his birth, the land of his wife's parents' birth. Jo and Tess would see to it, making the trip themselves to get it done.
Jo and Tess, loving daughters that they were, followed the directives of their parents, their 'Celebration of Robert and Chris' a true, ol' sod gathering, the food and drink seemingly unending.
"Thank you Sissy, your people were absolutely fabulous; thank you for all of your help," Tess said, thanking the caterer and her crew, the mess cleaned up, the trash removed, the last guest gone.
"That's it?" Jo asked as she walked up to her step-sis, laying her head onto Tess' shoulder, their arms around each other's waist.
"That's it....have a glass with me?" Tess questioned her sib, walking to the wet-bar of the house, their house now, free and clear thanks to the mortgage insurance Robert and Chris had taken out when they married.
Pouring a glass of Sherry, the Clancys' favorite afternoon drink of choice, for she and Jo, they silently tipped the rim of their glasses to each other's.
"To dad," Robert's birth-daughter toasted.
"To mom," Chris' birth-daughter toasted.
"To great parents," Robert and Chris' daughters toasted, the 'step' part of the family dynamic only being a legality, never an impediment to their happiness as a family unit.
"I've been meaning to tell you," Jo said to Tess, "I've gotten the leave extension that I requested from the Army. I'll be able to stay and get the legal issues handled, meet with the lawyers and the Trust people at the bank, okay?"
"So, you want me to go back to school after New Year's? You'll be able to get it all done without me?" Tess asked as she, like Jo, kicked off her shoes and put her feet onto the coffee table in front of the couch they sat on.
"One more semester, sis, the 'rents would've wanted you to do it, you know that," Jo said tenderly.
"Yeah, I know but...but it just seems like I'm laying all of this stuff on you, not pulling my weight with getting all of this settled," Tess protested, truly feeling that it was so.
"Baby, come on, you KNOW its what you need to do; don't worry about the rest of it, mom and pop were smart about their stuff, set it up to minimize trouble for us; it ain't no big deal, okay?" Jo replied to comfort Tess' feelings.
"'Course...if you don't trust me......." Jo jokingly teased her sib.
"With my life, you know that," Tess replied solemnly, no joking for her about the issue of trust between she and Jo. Both felt the same. Both would lay down her life for the other knowing that the other would do the same.
No doubts. Ever.
"What about the house when I'm at school? When you're at your base?" Tess asked anxiously when the thought appeared out of nowhere.
"We'll hire a property management company that will take care of security monitoring, on-premise checking of the house, forward our mail as needed, all of it," Jo explained.
"Only thing is that we have to let them know when we're coming home so that they can adjust accordingly with the security people's monitoring. Be a bitch to be busted as you unlock your own house, wouldn't it?" Jo joked, attempting to get a smile on her sister's face.
"I'm tired, think I'm going to bed," was the only thing Tess said in reply.
"Me too, babe, I'm bushed," Jo agreed, joining her sib as they secured the house for the night.
The girls trudged up the stairs, each step harder for them to take as the fatigue from the day rushed to capture them both.
"Sleep with me, please?" Tess asked Jo when they reached the top of the stairs.
"Was already planning on it, babycakes," Jo said with a smile to her baby-sib, placing a soft, tender kiss to Tess' cheek.
They did. They cuddled in each other's arms for a while, just holding the other, both in their private thoughts. Flipping her body to the other side, Tess backed up her body to Jo's, the spooning of their bodies almost automatic when they slept together.
Feeling Jo's nakedness against her own, Tess thought the moment to be the only bright spot of the day. She fell asleep quickly, soon after she felt Jo's arm pulling their bodies closer together, the act making Tess feel safe, secure, as it always did.....
"Is that the last batch?" Tess asked Jo as she shook her writing hand to get rid of the cramps from writing soooo many thank-you notes.
"Yep, no more, thank God," Jo answered as she rubbed the wrist of her writing hand as well.
Robert and Chris would be proud. The Clancys valued the most basic of kindnesses, both feeling that common decency to fellow humans a thing quickly fading from modern society. Hand-written and personal thank-you notes from their daughters would have, indeed, made them proud.
They did a good job of raising their children.
And Jolene and Tess were paying attention as they did so.
It was almost two weeks since the accident, almost ten days since the service. Christmas had come and gone a few days ago, no holiday cheer to be found at the Clancy home this year. New Year's Eve was a couple of days away but not really weighing heavy on either girl's mind, as it would have, any other year but this one.
"I think you should go forward with your plans for graduate school," Jo said as she handed Tess a beer from the fridge.
"I think I will make that decision after we see how we shake out after taxes and stuff, after the estate is settled," Tess countered.
"I'm sure we'll be alright; mom and pop were 'money-smart', we both know that," Jo countered back.
"Yeah, they were," Tess conceded.
"What about you? Going to stay in the Army?" Tess asked after a long pull at her ice-cold long-necked Corona.
"Don't think so. Gotta' couple of things that I'm bouncing around in my head right now," Jo answered as they plopped onto separate overstuffed chairs in the den of the home.
"Between High School ROTC, College ROTC, and active duty, overseas, in a war zone, I can resign my commission, honorably, and receive my full vet benefits, so, I'm leaning heavily towards getting out," Jo said further.
"Then what?" Tess asked Jo, returning with two fresh cold beers for them from the wet-bar.
"That's what's bouncing around in my head," Jo replied, taking the offered beer from Tess, "Got a few things I'm thinking about."
"Like what?" Tess probed.
"Let you know when I've narrowed it down," Jo answered with a chuckle.
"One thing I can tell you though is that I want to be near you, living together, if at all possible," Jo said to her sister-lover.
Hearing those words from her Jo caused Tess' eyes to well up with tears, the sound of the doorbell being the only thing that stopped Tess from sobbing at her joy upon hearing her Jo say those words.
Wiping her eyes quickly with the back of her hand, Tess answered the door, opening it to find Megan standing there, Meg's eyes red, wet, and puffy.
"Oh Tess, I'm so, so sor........" Megan tried to say but falling apart before she could, bursting into body-wrenching sobs, almost falling had Tess not grabbed her and kept her almost standing.
"I should've....but, I couldn't, I didn't know how or what..............you know I should have been here but I couldn't," Meg babbled almost incoherently as Tess led her into the den.
"Oh, Jo.....Jo, I'm so, so, sorry," Megan blubbered when she saw Jo sitting there, rushing to hug Jo.
"Shhhhh, shhhhh, Megan.......here, baby, sit down before you fall down," Jo comforted Megan, Tess helping Jo to put Meg sitting on the couch.
Slowly, Megan regained her composure, somewhat, her tears finally stopping after a short while. Looking to both Jo and Tess sitting across the room, she said, "I'm so sorry. I should have been here for you Tess and, you too, Jo. But, I just, I just......" Megan's voice said, trailing off into silence.
"It's okay, Meg, it really is. You KNOW that I know you care....that's all that counts, Meg, both Jo and I know you care and we appreciate it, we appreciate you and your friendship," Tess replied to her friend/lover, her voice soft, full of caring for the eighteen year-old.
"Thank you," Megan said, after a short while, finally able to smile at the step-sibs.
"Here, I think one won't do you any harm," Jo said as she handed a beer to Meg, another one to Tess and kept one for herself, "help you relax, okay?"
"Okay...thank you, I think you're right," Megan conceded, the ice-cold beer feeling so very right in that moment when it touched her lips.
They talked, keeping the conversation light, catching Jo and Meg up with each other's lives, mostly, since Jo hadn't seen her for a few years. Tess tossed tidbits, here and there, into the conversation but mostly, she just sat back observing Meg and her sis jabbering with each other.
"So what are your big plans for New Year's Eve?" Tess asked Meg when the conversation paused for a moment between Meg and Jo.
"I wish," Meg said a bit dispairingly, "Nothing planned; you?"
"We haven't really talked about it, but I think, this year, I'm going to stay in. Too many drunks on the road on that night," the mention of drunk drivers driving a knife into the hearts of the sibs when Tess said it.
"Roger that!" was all that Jo said in comment.
"Yeah, I can see that," Meg agreed, "Well, look I've got to run to orchestra rehearsal; call me before you go back to school?"
"Yeah, for sure, I will, Meg," Tess said as she rose from her chair to hug her friend/lover goodbye.
"Say... Meg? You don't have anything going on for New Year's, right?" Jo asked suddenly, as if a thought had popped into her head.
"Riiigght....." Meg confirmed, drawing out the word, curious about the question.
"Want to hang out here, with us? Spend the night so nobody has to drive? Give us all a chance to get loose and seriously fucked-up without having to worry about it?" Jo asked further.
"Seriously???" Meg asked as she looked between Tess and Jo, her eyes wide with surprise, happiness, and God knows what else.
"Seriously," Tess said, confirming her agreement with Jo's sudden thought, pretty sure she knew where Jo's head was going with the idea.
"I'll have to ask my parents since, even though I'm eighteen, I live in THEIR house, live by THEIR rules," Meg's frustration with those realities obvious to a blind man, "but, yes! Yes, I'd love to."
"Then, consider it a done deal and I'll make sure the hottub is up and running. If we're lucky, we can have snow falling on us as we sit in the hottub, welcoming in the New Year," Tess added, providing further confirmation that she was on-board with the idea.
The trio hugged and the sibs stood at the door, watching, as Megan drove off to her rehearsal.
"What brought that on?" Tess asked Jo while still watching the tail-lights of Megan's car get smaller as it drove away.
"Just thinking it to be a good idea," Jo said in reply, not giving up anything further to Tess.
"Wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that neither of us has had sex in a couple of weeks, would it?" Tess probed further, closing the door behind her.
"Maybe," Jo replied, a smile on her face that Tess couldn't see as Jo walked towards the den ahead of Tess.
"So, you thinking that we can get little Megan into a threesome? Knowing that she's only just had a couple of romps with another girl for the first time in her life? Just a few weeks ago, at that? That what you thinking?" Tess said, pressing Jo for answers.
"Hey! It's us! The Dynamic Duo! How hard do you think it'll be for us to do that?" Jo answered, turning to face her sib.
"Not very, actually....." Tess said in answer, knowing the answer to be right somehow......
"Actually, I'm very proud of you; that you would give up your New Year's Eve to help those poor girls through this terrible time is admirable, Megan," Mrs. Franks was saying to her one and only child.
"Well, it's not that BIG a deal, mom, really....when they invited me, I could see that they were both hoping I'd say yes, that they wanted someone else in that big house to take their minds off of all of the sorrow of this Holiday," Megan answered.
And, hopefully, they'll ravish me with kisses and tongues and who knows what, is what Megan was thinking.
"Well, whatever...I'm proud of you," Mrs. Franks said, kissing her daughter sweetly on the cheek. Walking away, Mrs. Franks felt absolutely full of pride that it was she that had brought about this new found friendship that Megan seems to have developed, first with Tess, and now, with Jolene. She was glad that she had set up the campus tour for Megan with Tess through her step-mom (RIP, Chris), crossing herself afterwards.
Be careful what you wish for, could come back to bite you in the ass......jus' sayin'.
Megan was all a-flutter with excitement, finding it hard to think of anything else but the 'possibilities' from an overnight visit with the Clancy sisters. I mean, she already knew that Tess liked girls, liked her, but what if the stories about Jo weren't true? What if Jo wasn't the lezbo that the rumors said? Well, thought Meg, if that were the case, she was sure that she and Tess, at some point, would be able to fool around.
And Megan really wanted that, to fool around with Tess, if not both of the step-sisters. I mean, she had never had a threesome, of course not, but she knew what it was, I mean, she wasn't a dummy for God's sake.
Megan thought all these things as she showered, getting herself squeaky clean, you know, 'just in case'. Taking the razor in her hand, she carefully shaved what little pubic hair she had, shaving the hard-to-see blond pubes into a landing strip just like Tess had. She had liked Tess' landing strip the first moment she saw it on that night of her seduction by Tess.
Looking at her handiwork with a hand-held mirror, she admired the job she had done, hoping that Tess would notice and like it as well.
Throwing some things into a small overnight bag, Megan picked out the sexiest underwear that she had, feeling all sexy and stuff as she put her bra and panties on, admiring herself in her full length mirror, getting a bit turned on, actually. Slowly running her fingertip across her mons, through her panties, damn if she didn't feel a small shudder of orgasm, a teeny one for sure, catching her by surprise but making her smile.
Oh yeah, Megan decided, this will be the best New Year's Eve of her young life. She would damn well make it so, that's for sure, she thought as she closed her bedroom door behind her, skipping downstairs in her skirt/blouse combo, bag in hand, lust in heart.......
Jo had left the door up to the three car garage of the house for Megan to pull into, Tess' instructions to Meg to use the wall switch, by the entry door to the house, to put it down after she'd arrived.
"She's here," Jo called out to Tess.
"Yeah, I heard her car," Tess replied, her hands doing the 'messy' work of combining the ground meat with Lord knows what, whatever it was that Jo had added to the mixture. Jo had never shared the secrets of her gourmet hamburgers, much like her mom had never shared the secrets of her delicious meals.
Genes are funny things, aren't they?
"Wow," Jo commented, whistling afterwards, "Don't you look pretty," admiring Meg's outfit, nodding her head appreciatively at the High Schooler's outfit.
"Thanks," Meg replied, her inside doing a flip-flop at Jo's compliment of her choice of outfit. Meg's skirt was mid-thigh, showing off her swimmers' legs, still tanned, and toned. Her blouse was a simple one, low-cut enough to show the hint of cleavage from her B-cups that her lacy, push-up bra produced. Her hair was pulled back into a pony-tail, simple, yet producing the image of a gal much younger than her actual eighteen years.
Damn, Jo thought in the moment, finding the 'look' very arousing, very 'hot'. Getting 'freaky' in my old age, the twenty-four year-old soldier thought in the moment. Taking Meg into her arms for an embrace of welcome, Jo kissed Meg on the lips, just a little peck, afterwards.
"I want one of those," Tess cried in a mock voice of jealousy, her hands still a-mixing, her head extended towards the smiling Meg who obliged Tess by giving the younger sib a quick peck to her lips as Jo had done to her.
"Well, as you can see, you are overdressed, Megan," Tess said as she finally finished her chore, washing and rinsing her hands repeatedly as she smiled at the teenager. Both she and Jo were in oversized tee-shirts, shorts worn despite the chilly December weather.
"I can change; I can dress-down," Megan joked back to the sibs, all of them laughing when she said it.
"No, we'll dress up," Jo said, "it is New Year's Eve, afterall."
It was late afternoon, the Winter sun barely hanging onto the day as it slowly set in the southwestern sky.
"Gotta' treat for dinner," Tess said as she cracked open three beers, handing them out, "Jo's making some of her incredible 'burgers for us tonight, complete with fresh home-fries," those also a secret from Jo's book of many secrets.
"It'll be the best burger you've ever had, I promise you," Tess said further to Meg as the three girls walked into the den, Jo poking and tending to the warm fire in the large fireplace.
"Looking forward to it," Meg replied, standing at the huge window-wall of glass that was the outside wall of the den, wisps of steam vapors rising from the hottub on the deck.
"Don't know if we'll get snow though, looks like clear skies," Meg observed further.
"Just gotta' have faith, girl, that's all," Tess commented on the subject.
"Where should I put my bag?" Meg asked the sibs as she drained the last of her beer.
The sibs sorta' glanced at each other when Megan asked the question, both of them knowing that they'd probably all wind up sleeping in the same bed.
"Throw your stuff in my room," Tess said, "you remember where my room is don't you?"
"Come on, Meg, I'll walk you upstairs as a PROPER HOSTESS should," Jo said, her remark a joking 'dig' at Tess' social gaffe.
"Well, excuuuuse the fuck outta' me," Tess joked back as the other two women started up the stairway to the second floor.
Watching as her friend/lover and her sister/lover made the trip up the stairs, Tess felt content, truly feeling that perhaps it would be possible for normalcy to return to the Clancy house after the terrible events of the past few weeks.
Normal for she and Jo, that is, whatever that might be.
"I'm going to clean up and put on some decent clothes," Jo said to Megan after she had led the younger gal to Tess' bedroom chamber. Pulling her tee-shirt off of her body, exposing her lovely D-cups to the teenager as if she had done it a million times before, Jo padded down the hallway of the second floor, towards her own bedroom and bath, to do just that.
Meg stood, staring at Jo's muscled, toned upper-body as it disappeared into the older sib's room, Meg finding herself actually licking her lips as she replayed the mind-flash of seeing Jo's girls in her head, a small flush of heat flashing through her nether-region when doing so. Damn, Megan thought to herself, both of the sisters had gorgeous titties, amazingly perfect titties. Smiling, Meg dropped her bag onto the floor of Tess' bedroom, returning to join Tess in the den while Jo did her shower and dressing-up thing.
It was Meg's turn to whistle now when Jo joined she and Tess as they sat in the den, enjoying the fire and the soft sounds of Jazz from the sound system of the house.
"Man, gal can't catch a break around here," Tess joked to both Jo and Meg, Tess now being the only one dressed casually.
Jo's outfit was simple; a mid-thigh skirt, similar to Meg's and a buttoned blouse, unbuttoned about half-way clearly showcasing her D-cups' cleavage for all the world to see, the lacy bra looking good and, expensive.
"Okay, I get the hint; my turn to shower and play dress-up," Tess remarked to Meg and Jo. Leaving the other two in the den sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace, Tess left them to do that.
"Thought we'd wait until after we get some food into our bodies before hitting the hard stuff," Jo said to Meg, handing the teenager another beer from the wet-bar of the den.
"You've grown into a very pretty girl," Jo complimented Meg when she sat back down on the couch where Meg was sitting, both gals turning towards the other to converse, their knees 'almost' brushing each other's.
"I'm okay, I guess," Megan replied to the compliment, "but you and Tess, wow, that's all I can say," smiling at Jo while saying it.
"Aren't you sweet; thank you for the compliment but don't sell yourself short, babygirl, you're quite the looker, as well," Jo said to her, not falsely either; Jo did think Megan to be attractive, at least to her tastes she thought so.
"So, are you ready to welcome in the New Year?" Jo asked, taking a long pull at her long-necked bottle of ice-cold brew.
"Guess so. I'm with friends, good food on the menu, good liquor ahead of me so, yeah, I think I'm ready for a good time tonight," Megan replied, her baby-blues sparkling at Jo.
"I think we can promise you that, sweetie, a good time tonight," Jo's comment to her causing Megan to realized that Jo knew of Tess' seduction of her. She didn't 'suspect it, she knew it.
"You know, don't you?" Megan asked Jo, her eyes on Jo's face for reaction to her question.
"Know? Know what?" Jo replied truly a bit confused.
"About me and Tess, she told you didn't she?" Meg pressed Jo further.
"No secrets, ever, between Tess and I, Megan. If you're going to 'hang' with us, either of us, you need to know that Tess and I have no secrets from each other.....yes, baby, I know, does it make you angry?" Jo asked the teenager.
Megan chewed on her lower lip for several seconds, weighing Jo's question of whether or not she was angry that Tess had told someone of their tryst. Deciding that she wasn't, she said, "No, for whatever reason, I'm not."
"Good. Just know that though Tess and I might tell each other everything, that doesn't mean we tell others anything, okay?" Jo replied softly to Meg, taking Meg's hand in hers, giving it a squeeze of friendship, Meg, squeezing Jo's in return.
"Hope you gals like because this is as good as it gets for tonight," Tess called to the duo on the couch as she emerged from her shower/dressing thingy.
Like Meg and Jo, Tess chose a mid-thigh skirt, coupled with a sweater blouse with a vee neck that showcased her own girls in the push-up bra, the 'look' very classy, the clothes clearly 'high-end'.
Night had fallen. Well, not so much night, as darkness, since it was just barely past five o'clock in the afternoon. The automatic yard lights clicked on as programmed, the lushly landscaped backyard taking on a welcoming and soothing glow from the lighting.
"How 'bout you and Tess set the table for us; I'll get the food going," Jo suggested to Meg from the kitchen, putting on an apron to protect her clothes from splatter as she cooked their supper on the large, commercial-grade stove top that Chris had installed when they had built the house, years ago.
To the casual observer, had one been in the house that evening, the three women worked like a family unit, as if they had been doing this for years. They shared gossip about mutual acquaintences, shared news of others, laughing, joking, teasing each other. The three were very comfortable with each other, of that, there could be no doubt.
"OH....MY....GOD!" was all that Megan could say after taking that first bite of Jo's burger-concoction.
"Told ya'," Tess said, simply.
"What's your secret, Jo? This is the best 'burger I've ever had," Meg gushed as she tried hard not to wolf it all down in one big bite.
"If I told ya', I'd have to kill ya', and I don't want to do that," Jo teased back, "but, thank you, I'm glad you like."
"Like? I'll never be able to eat another 'burger again, not after this," Meg said further, her mouth savoring the goodness of it all. The home-fries were seasoned to perfection, cooked perfectly, not an overdone piece of potato in the batch.
"Simple, but yet, effective," Jo commented to the compliments from both Meg and Tess as the trio finished every last scrap of food on their plates. Cleanup took little time as the three of them got it done quickly, without any bumps of clumsiness, as they busied themselves in cleaning up after their meal.
"So, ladies, what'll it be? Jose? Rum? Whiskey?, name it, I'll fix it," Jo announced as she led Meg and Tess into the den, her arms around each's waist.
"How 'bout some of dad's Makers Mark on the rocks?" Tess suggested to her sib, "You okay with that, Meg-baby?"
"Never had Whiskey," Meg answered honestly, her heart flip-flopping from hearing Tess call her 'Meg-baby'.
"All other Whiskies pale in comparison, this is as smooth as silk," Jo commented as she fixed the three of them a drink of the superb spirit in short, heavy glasses, pouring it over ice-cubes.
"Wow....that's not at all like I thought it would taste like," Meg said in astonishment at the smoothness of the drink, so smooth as it went down her throat that she didn't even cough or gag.
The three women conversed, laughed a lot, the Maker's Mark making it easier and easier to do so. Fueled by the excellent Whisky, the three were soon sharing bawdy jokes, laughter once again returning to the Clancy manse.
"Think I'm getting slowly hammered," Meg observed as she took her third drink from Jo's hand, the trio laughing at the truthfulness of the observation.
"That's the plan," Jo opined, "we'll all get slowly hammered and enjoy each other's company this night of New Eve of the Year," her mixed-up words causing the other two gals to giggle at her.
"Bitches! Fuck ya'," Jo joked backed to them, her own tipsiness starting to show now, laughing with them after she said it.
"Come on, baby, let's dance," Tess said to Megan, reaching to take Meg's hand in hers, Tess' eyes bright with a 'whiskey smile'.
The music of choice in their parents' home had always been the classic tunes from the forties and fifties, classic crooning tunes of the 'Rat Pack' generation. Jo and Tess grew up hearing it, appreciating it and, liking it. Oh sure, they enjoyed 'some' of the new stuff as most young people would but they had to agree with their dad (RIP, Robert), the 'Classics' were when lyracists were true tunesmiths when they wrote their music.
The slow ballad played softly in the background, Tess putting both arms around Meg's body, Meg's arms going around Tess' neck, their bodies meshing into one unit as Tess moved them smoothly across the parquet floor of the den.
Watching, Jo slowly sipped her Whiskey, a slight buzzed feeling to her as she did. Jo smiled at the sight of her sister and Meg dancing together, moving as one, Jo feeling the 'heat' of the moment stirring inside of her.
When the ballad ended, Tess and Meg exchanged 'a look' between them, both of their faces serious, each holding the other's hand as they walked back to the couch.
"My turn," Jo said, rising from the couch to take Meg's hand in hers as another slow tune started. Taking Meg into her arms, as Tess had, Jo and Megan also meshed into one unit, moving slowly, and sexily, to the bluesy tune.
As they danced, Jo moved her fingertips up and down the teenager's back which caused ripples of excitement under her fingertips and a soft sigh in her ear from Megan's mouth which was against Jo's face. Moving her fingertips lower and lower, Jo, eventually, was rubbing Meg's ass with both hands, caressing Megan's ass-cheeks which brought about a bit more sighing from the High School Senior as Jo pulled the teenager's crotch to rub against her own.
"That feels good, Jo," Meg cooed softly into Jo's ear next to her mouth, the teenager's warm breath sending a bolt of electricity to her brain.
"Can't help it, girl, you turn me on, you make me hot," Jo replied, punctuating her reply with a soft, wet kiss to Megan's cheek, then neck.
When the song ended, Jo pulled back to look at Megan's face as Megan did the same, their eyes doing all the talking in that moment. Moving slowly towards each other, they kissed, softly at first, mouths tasting and gnawing on the other's, the kiss escalating to a full-blown frenchie, complete with exploring tongues.
"Ummmm, that was nice; you kiss as good as your sister," Meg said to Jo, licking her lips appreciatively afterwards.
"Who do you think taught her?" Jo replied, giving Meg another kiss, shorter, but just as hot.
So, the rumors about Jo were right, Meg thought to herself as her lips moved in response to Jo's excellent kissing.
Oh, goodie, the teenager thought further.
"Who else is ready for another drink?" Jo asked as she walked to the wet bar, leaving Meg standing by herself, kinda' wondering, 'what the fuck?'
"I'm cruising along with a nice buzz right now, sis," Tess said, her words not 'quite' slurring but, close.
"How 'bout you Missy?" Jo asked Meg, "You ready?"
"I am, if you are," Meg responded, the Maker's Mark making her a bit braver than she should be.
"My kinda' gal," Jo said with a wink to Meg which, of coure, brought a smile to Meg's face.
"C'mon Tess.....one more," Jo continued to urge her sibling.
"Jo, if I have a hangover in the morning, I will fucking kill you," Tess said in surrender to Jo's badgering.
"No, you won't....you fucking love me, you know you do," Jo answered, as sure of that statement as she was of anything in her life.
Yeah, I really do, Tess thought but didn't say, the need to say it to Jo not necessary.
Meg had drifted back to the couch while Jo mixed the drinks; well, not so much, mixed, as poured the Whiskey over the ice in their tumblers. Carrying all three tumblers back to the couch, Tess grabbed one from Jo's hand, Jo continuing to the end of the couch where the youngster was sitting, looking all teenagey, looking all hot to Jo's Whiskey-fueled eyes.
Handing Meg her tumbler, Jo drank from hers, her eyes hard on Meg while standing in front of Megan. Putting her tumbler on the end table, she took Meg's from her hand, adding it to the end table, as well. With her eyes sorta' glassy from the booze, Jo hiked her skirt up to her hips as she kneeled, then straddled Meg's legs and hips with her own, sitting onto the teenager's lap.
Meg simply watched all of this unfurl, a flash of heat to her crotch when Jo hiked up her skirt revealing an almost-not-there, thin pair of silk briefs, Jo's pussy-lips pressing against the thin fabric.
Taking Meg's head between her hands and holding it in place, Jo leaned down and laid a world-class, lip-chewing, tongue-probing kiss to the High Schooler. In response, Meg's hands rose to slowly grip and caress Jo's hips as she opened her mouth to Jo's tongue.
"Mmmmmph....they both cooed and moaned as Jo pressed Meg's head into the back of the couch, their kissing more intense, hotter, both gals going from idle to super-horny in a nano-second.
Watching from her end of the couch, Tess had a hand in her panties, stroking her wet pussy, her own skirt hiked around her waist so that she could do so. Only thing Tess liked better than making love with gals was watching other gals make love with gals.
She was a voyeur, no doubt about it.
"Unbutton my blouse the rest of the way, sugar," Jo moaned to Meg, her hips slowly rocking her crotch against Megan's stomach, "Yeah, that's good baby," Jo cooed further when Meg did as asked, Meg's lips and mouth kissing on the swell of Jo's breasts as her hands cupped Jo's tits through her flimsy bra.
"Now, undo my bra, babygirl, free my girls so that you can play with 'em.....Ooooh yeah, my nipples, sweetie, suck 'em into your mouth, Oh fuck, yeah, like that baby, just like that, baby," Jo urged, her pussy on fire with desire now, her need to get off, pounding inside, now.
Megan was crazy with arousal as she sucked on Jo's gorgeous breasts, moving her mouth between the two mounds of delicious flesh, Jo's bra pushed up around her neck so she could do so.
Oh God, they feel so goooood in my mouth, Megan thought, her mind crazy with a million thoughts, a million emotions. Removing one of her hands from Jo's tit as her other hand held the other tit for her to suck, Meg, on her own, slip her free hand into Jo's panties, her fingers crawling fast to reach Jo's pussy. Feeling what she was doing, Jo raised her body just a bit so that Megan's hand could reach, and fondle, the treasure that she was looking for, Jo needing Meg to do that in the worse way.
Sucking harder on Jo's nipple, Meg slipped a finger into Jo's very wet pussy, feeling Jo widen her legs to allow it to enter, Jo cooing as she felt Megan's finger enter, then move inside of her.
"Oooh....Ooooh....damn, damn, ooooh, here I cum," Jo screamed aloud when her much needed climax wrapped it's arms around her, squeezing and shaking her body as if in an earthquake.
"Sweet fucking Jesus," Tess' voice cried out almost at the same time, her breathing coming in bursts, her hand moving furiously fast on her clit, bringing her to climax as well.
Jo and Meg both turned their heads towards Tess, both having, momentarily, forgotten that there was anyone else in the room other than themselves, so wrapped up were they in the sex-play between them.
Smothering Meg with kisses of gratitude, Jo mumbled sweet-nothings to Meg, her mouth all over the teenager's sweet face.
"Oh, babygirl, you have no idea.....you don't know how much I needed that," Jo said, Meg's hands still fondling Jo as she did so, her finger still inside of Jo, her hand caressing the wetness of Jo's slickness in her palm.
Standing on shaky legs, it was Tess that moved the trio upstairs to her bedroom when she said to the other two girls, "I'm going upstairs, y'all need to come with me, please, let's go upstairs," moving on her shaky legs towards the stairs of her home.
Megan, no doubt, felt like the Queen of the world when the two sibs swarmed over her once upstairs in Tess' bedroom. The sibs' hands, lips, mouths, all over the teenager's body, removing clothes, sucking on the girl's breasts, lips, Jo quickly on her knees with her mouth buried in Meg's pussy as the poor youngster fought to keep her balance.
Standing behind Megan, Tess had her hands cupped over the teenager's breasts, squeezing in lust, Tess' lips nibbling on Megan's neck and shoulders as she helped Megan stay upright so that her sib, Jo, could pleasure the youngster's sweet pussy. Bringing Megan to a quick climax, Jo looked up as Tess and Megan locked each other's mouth in a lustful kiss.
"Mmmmm, Mmmmmmph," Jo's muffled voice cooed loudly from between Megan's legs after the sibs moved her to lay on Tess' bed. Jo, once again, indulged her need to taste this young thing's pussy, Tess' mouth on the girl's titties, sucking hard, producing wet, sucking sounds from her mouth and soft moans of joy from Megan as the two sibs made love to her.
"Damn, you taste so sweet, babygirl, sooooo fucking sweet," Jo said when she came up for air after a bit, returning her mouth quickly to taste the nectar of Meg's snatch again.
The sibs rotated between sitting on Meg's face to be pleasured by her quickly-learning mouth to pleasuring the teenager with their mouth and tongue between the girl's wide-spread legs. Not quite a daisy chain, but close enough for the three women on this New Year's Eve night.....
Laying together when the trio finally took a break from all of the pussy-eating and climaxes, it was Megan who broke their reverie when she announced that it looked like it was starting to snow, the white flakes slowly floating down upon the skylight in Tess' bedroom.
And so, with flutes of Champagne in their hands to welcome in the New Year, to welcome whatever life had in store for the sibs and Megan, that the three gals soaked in the hottub, their sexual needs, for the moment, sated.
"To us; to a year ahead for all of us that promises good things," Jo toasted to her tub-mates, the snow still falling gently upon their city.
Leaning their heads on the rim of the tub, letting their bodies float in the warm water, the three women took in the explosions of fireworks from around the city that night, each with their own thoughts, each with their own dreams and, each with a plan for their lives.............. |
Don't Do Anything You Will Regret | 38,030 | 4.6 | 1,529,119 | [] | *This is a story about non-related step siblings who come to the knowledge they are in love. It does involve parents who suspected the outcome and are resigned to accept it. This story concludes before it ends. Another installment will come before long. (Fadedgiant)*
Don't do anything you will regret
I am the older brother, stepbrother, in a blended family. My name is Mark and I am my father's son. My mother died of cancer a few years ago. I am 19 and graduated from high school now going to the small university in my home town. I've been something of an athlete most of my life and play basketball on the university team.
I have an 18-year old stepsister, Brenda, who is no blood relation. She came with the package when dad married her mom. Brenda is a beautiful girl in my mind and in the minds of most of the college boys. She graduated high school in the spring and started the same university. She is a cheerleader and lately been dating the captain of the baseball team.
Six years ago, when dad married again, Brenda was 12 and maybe a bit fat. She was short and I'm sure overly protected. What must have been hard for dad and Brenda's mom is that Brenda and I were going through those "years" at the same time. Our birthdays were reasonably close but they gave us separate parties for our own friends.
After Brenda turned 13, she changed. She began growing and the extra weight she carried began turning into cuteness. By the time she was 14, she was tall as me and very petite. Between my fifteenth and sixteenth birthday, I grew a couple more inches and started playing high school basketball.
Brenda's mom and my dad worried that she and I would probably just accept the other and never become like real brother and sister. We did struggle for a while until we both realized that we had a few things in common. Of course, we were steps and blended in a family that was neither hers completely nor mine completely.
We started talking about our early years one day and it seems that early conversation lasted several days. We both had memories to cry about. We discovered we could be the other's support. We didn't really become like brother and sister; however, we did become best friends, close confidants, and equally independent of our parents constantly worrying whether we could become family.
I dated some; however, college basketball demanded most of my time out of the classroom. Brenda, as I said, was dating the baseball team captain. One Saturday afternoon her signal knock on my door came as bit of a surprise as she is usually out with her boyfriend or a bunch of girls she hangs with.
She came in without hearing my invitation although I would never deny her, she knew that about me. We shared that in common too.
With a tentative voice that was surprising, she began, "I really need to talk to you, Mark. Take me out somewhere."
I knew where she wanted to go but asked the question anyway. "Where?"
When she or I wanted a private and personal talk, we learned a couple years ago of small park with secluded benches out of ear shot. We used the privacy to pour out all our emotions. Like I said, we were best friends more than being steps.
"The park, please." The begging in her voice was different almost a pleading demand.
"Let's go."
We grabbed a couple sodas from the refrigerator, hopped into my car, and were off. There was something about this trip that made me remain silent and Brenda said nothing also. The drive was only a couple minutes and we quickly swung into a parking stall. Brenda stopped me from dismounting the car with a sincere hug that wasn't unusual for her or me after having a particularly intense conversation. Unusual, it came before the talk.
We had a couple spots we liked to sit. One was more distant than the other and Brenda led me to the more distant one.
I don't know why I was feeling uncomfortable. Maybe her demeanor? Maybe her pleading? My discomfort became greater when Brenda took my hand and entwined her fingers in mine.
We reached the spot she wanted and when I tried to take my hand away from hers, she held tight. "Mark, I really need you to listen and say nothing until I'm done."
"You know I listen every time you need to talk. But, I'm really confused now."
"Not as confused as me. This is not going to be easy for me."
"Then it won't be easy for me either. Any secret is safe with me though; you know that."
A hint of a tear welled up in Brenda's eye. "It's a boyfriend problem, Mark. He wants me to, you know, let him have my body."
I began to respond but was quickly silenced. "Not until I am through."
"I've never been with a boy in that way. If I had, you would have been the first to know. I don't have anything from you. I don't feel for him in that kind of way. I'm sure if I turn him down he will break up with me. And, maybe I want to break up with him. I'm scared and confused about how I feel."
Brenda paused and gave me the signal that it was my turn. "Brenda, when we became a family, we were both mixed up about how our lives would change. Now, we've become what most people say is adult. I'm glad we are best friends. I love being your confidant and I love sharing with you what bothers me. If you don't want to give yourself to some guy or any guy, that is your decision. No one is worth taking what you don't want to willingly give. Let him break up with you or you call it off with him. Better than to do something you will regret or won't enjoy."
Brenda smiled a bit. "I'm told it hurts to give it the first time." She giggled a little at her reference to having sex the first time. Brenda rested her head on my shoulder.
"Mark," came a muted whisper, "why did you say you love being my confidant and love me being yours?"
I was suddenly struck by a fast rolling heavy freight truck. Hugging before the talk and hand holding, "Tell me what is really on your mind, Brenda."
"I think you just figured it out, Mark." Was I about to hear a something that was causing Brenda to ache? "I love you, Mark. Like being in love with you. That is one secret I've hid from myself and I can't hold it anymore." She began muffling a sob.
I wasn't dumbstruck like I thought I might be. I searched my soul trying to gage my feelings for Brenda. I did break her grasp on my hand to lift my arm, pull her to me, and held her tight. This was romantic not brotherly. I concluded, I love her, not love being her confidant or best friend.
Her sobbing ended after a couple minutes as she melted into chest. I lowered my head and rested my chin on the top of her head. Brenda slowly raised her head and when she did all thought of family and steps blasted into space. I found her lips, hers mine, and we kissed deeply.
When the kiss ended, there was only one thing left unsaid, and I said it. "I love you too."
Our next step was unclear. Of course, we could tumble into bed and make love though we both sensed it wasn't the right time for that. We could try going about our regular routine; however, that would be impossible after our declaration.
"Mark," I heard her begin.
"Yes, let's go home. We need to get this in the open."
"You know my mind too well."
Brenda squirmed for her cell phone. "I wonder how many girls break up with their boyfriends by text." Seconds later she hit send. "That's that."
A reply came quickly. Brenda read it to me. "Well, then, fuck you!"
She typed out her reply, "No, you won't fuck me."
"I've never used such language. Mark, it felt good to say how I really feel."
We laughed as we reached the car. "Now the hard part, Brenda. We have to tell our parents."
The ride home from the park was just as silent as the drive to. I was examining my feelings wondering how or when, and why I felt moved to admit I love Brenda. Having said it aloud to her was natural as drinking a glass of milk.
Brenda had her head bowed with a broad smile lighting up her face. The color in her cheeks was hot red; I wondered what was on her mind although I had a good idea. I had never thought of Brenda in a sexual way. We were best friends and steps albeit that we never played the role of being steps.
We arrived home seeing that our parents had gone out. Brenda broke the silence after getting into the house. "Another soda, Mark?"
We walked to the kitchen and got our drinks and took our usual places at the table.
"Brenda, what does loving each other mean?"
"It means that we take our time and work out what it means. I want to love you like a lover. I guess that's clear. But I'm not ready," she paused for a couple seconds before finishing, "yet."
I reached for her hand, "Good, I love you but not like I want to force you to do anything," now I paused before concluding, "like your old boyfriend."
We talked again like confidants spilling our hearts out trying to discover when we knew we were in love or going to be in love. Not at all strangely, we couldn't pin it down, it just happened.
"We're home," we heard my dad shout.
"We are in the kitchen," Brenda yelled back.
Brenda's mom noticed right away that we had had one of our private conversations. "You two been locked in one of your private moments, right? Sometimes I wish I knew what you talk about."
Brenda seized the initiative in the moment. "I asked Mark to take us to the park where we have our very special talks. Don't get angry, mom or dad. I broke up with my boyfriend because he wanted to pressure me into sex. I've never had sex and talked to Mark about it. He told me not to do anything I would regret."
My dad chimed, "You mean, your talks are that intimate and personal?"
Brenda's mom smiled, "Mark, you make me proud. I wish Brenda would confide in me that much."
I took over, "Remember how you worried that we would have a hard time becoming like steps. I don't think we ever will. However, more important than being steps, we became best friends and my advice not to give in was because I realize I love Brenda."
Before either parent register what I just said, Brenda continued the thought. "I love Mark, too. We are in love."
Dad looked at me then Brenda. Brenda's mom looked at her then me. Both comprehended the magnitude.
"Dad, I have not touched Brenda in any way sexual."
"We both don't want that now," Brenda followed. "We want to grow into it over time and decide for ourselves what is right."
"This is the other way we thought it could go," cited dad. "When you began spending time together talking like you do, we thought this could happen."
Brenda's mom looked at her, "That's why no steps were taken to change your name."
There was a pall covering the entire revelation of Brenda and I being in love. It wasn't a shroud of darkness, however. The atmosphere was light and accepting. Worry and trepidation was gone as if it never existed.
Things were astonishingly normal around the house. Brenda and I went to our rooms to study. I picked up where I'd left off before going out. My mind was completely on my homework; I had a new focus and study became clear and meaningful. I guess it was because I wanted, or needed, to study hard for us. I wondered what was going on in Brenda's room.
After an hour or so of study, I was getting close to finished. It was time to take a little break and get a snack. Brenda was in her room behind closed doors. "I'll get us both a snack," came the notion.
I gave my special tap on her door and quickly heard, "Come in."
"My hands are full, thought you might like a snack."
In a flash her door opened. "Snacks! How'd you know what I was thinking?"
"I've been studying and figured if I wanted a snack, you might, too. You been studying?"
Brenda nodded her head, "Finally done with it."
"I have a little left. It can wait." We sat on the edge of her bed like we always do in her room or mine. "How do you think school will be next week. I mean, wow! We've taken a huge step."
"At least our schedules are different and you are in a different building. Otherwise, our new relationship would be way too obvious." Brenda smothered my hand in hers.
"It's bound to come out sooner or later. Maybe we should make it sooner. Everyone we know is completely aware that we are not related by blood."
"But it would be a little weird," Brenda smiled a cute coy grin and leaned her head on my shoulder.
I was quick to kiss the top of her head. "Only a little weird," I'm sure she felt my grin.
We picked up our dialogue about school and study. We both agreed that we must take school seriously and get best grades we can. Brenda talked about getting a part time job and saving money. We were in like mind on that subject, too.
Our parents were well enough off that we didn't need to work, we came to this conclusion on our own.
"This is something else we need to talk to mom and dad about." Brenda made the statement very specific.
I had no concern about talking to them now. "I bet they will like the idea. I mean, we have to be able to take care of each other when we decide to live together."
"Live together? You mean, live together?" Brenda repeated the questions as though some grand disclosure was just made.
"Are you surprised?"
Brenda was silent, thinking, considering the implications. I kept silent with her only staring into her eyes. Her gaze in return was warm and loving not hot and sexual. When she was ready for hot and sexual, she would say it.
"I love you, Mark."
Our snack plates beside us, we locked together in an embrace that seemed to seal the truth. I repeated my love for her. "I'll wait for you to decide when we become lovers. Until then, I love only you. From now on."
We kissed again, a kiss that burned her mark on me and I hoped my stamp on her. "Mark, I won't make you wait long."
I felt her warmth penetrating my very being. Yes, I felt her body, the push of her breasts into my chest and her hips pressed into mine. A normal guy might have gone in for the grope but I guessed her now ex-boyfriend had done that. Suddenly, I was angry with him.
"I'll wait. Don't rush. I'll be here for as long as it takes."
Brenda surprised me with her subject change. "Mark, do you feel my body hugged to you? Does it feel good?"
"That's a strange question. What do you mean?" I sensed that she was about to tell me something about her ex.
"I want to know. Does my body feel good to you?"
"I feel the crush of your," I wanted to say something about her tits, yet believed I better keep things less sexual. "... breasts on my chest. You feel good. You were just a plump little girl when we became family. Now you are a beauty."
"How come you're not trying to feel and squeeze my tits or touch my butt or between my legs?"
"Is that what..." I paused before proceeding, "he did?" Brenda bobbed her head against me.
I swear something was wrong with me. Brenda had a beautiful body and perfect proportions in every way. I could explore her body for days and never tire. "Only if you want me to. It isn't mine to take, it is yours to give."
"Mark, are you hard for me?" Now she looked hard and deep into my eyes. The answer was only partly visible as I tried to keep myself under control.
"I'm trying to control it. It isn't easy when the cutest girl I know says she loves me."
I felt Brenda grip me tighter and shivered as a sob escaped her. I hoped I hadn't said something wrong.
"You are going to be my only man, I know it."
The intensity of the moment broke as we heard a call to come down to the family room. We grabbed our snack plates and headed out to answer the call.
Plates stacked in the sink, we looked into the adjoining family room where my dad and Brenda's mom sat. "Why has it been quiet in your rooms since you unloaded your news?" It was my dad asking.
I answered with the truth. "Would you believe we have been doing homework?" Brenda nodded her head in agreement.
"Well, until Mark took a break for a snack and brought me one. That's why we put plates in the sink." Brenda continued, "We did talk some and we both decided to get part time jobs for now and start saving money."
"Also, we decided to study hard and get good grades rather than be happy with just average," I added.
The parents looked at us strangely then Brenda's mom started. "Well, you just took the wind out of our sails. We wanted to tell you how important good grades are and that maybe it is time for you both to start working."
Dad took on the next part. "We will continue supporting your college until you graduate or decide to," his pause was not for effect. He looked at mom and both showed emotion. "... or until you decide to live together outside."
Neither Brenda nor I really locked on what he said about living together outside. We never talked about sleeping together or living together at home. It just wasn't on our radar.
"Did you hear what dad just said," quizzed mom.
"You mean live together outside," repeated Brenda.
I looked at mom and dad and at Brenda. The depth of what dad said slapped me hard. "You mean living together at home, sleeping together?" I guess the shock showed on my face.
Brenda suddenly glowed red in a mixture of shock and embarrassment. "But," she stammered. "But we, I mean I..."
"We have not thought about sleeping together, ever. Not in your house, your rules." Brenda took my hand.
Mom and dad looked at us and mom spoke words that vibrated through us. "I guess the rules are changing. You two decide the next move."
"Mom, I want to have a doctor appointment for, for, you know, birth control."
Brenda didn't know for sure how mom would react but after the events of this day, her answer was somewhat expected. "You can see Doctor James Monday after your last class. Appointment made. You both better go. He is a good doctor to talk to about blended family issues, too."
More weight lifted from us realizing that Brenda and I, not blood related, never making the transition to being like step brother and sister, but becoming and being best friends through the turmoil of our family situations, now have the blessing of our parents to be in love and be lovers.
I had some fear of asking the next question, yet felt it couldn't hurt. "Can I invite Brenda to my room tonight?" I felt a charge leap from Brenda to me as she looked at me then across the room. "I promise, no sex."
Dad looked at me in a way that was new and charged with emotion. Mom had the same look in her eye for Brenda. The look told us that an affirmative answer even before hearing it.
"If you both agree to spend the night together, it is okay with us."
The truth is that many times we spend a weekend night together watching old scifi flicks. Sometimes we'd huddle under a blanket. Sometimes Brenda would be frightened and bury her head under the covers. And, sometimes we'd fall asleep like that only to later wake and go to our own beds.
Tonight would be different if Brenda did come to my room.
"Mark, can we go out somewhere," Brenda asked as we left the family room.
I figured she meant the park and quickly agreed. We yell out that we were going out for a little while and heard an, "Okay, see you soon."
I headed in the direction of the park. Brenda stretched her arm over the console between the seats and rested her hand high up on thigh. "I want you to touch me tonight." Her hand slid upward more almost to the top of my leg; I sucked in a breath feeling nerves go on alert.
We reached the park and I had to confess, "I am not controlling it any longer."
Brenda remembered what I'd said earlier, she was emboldened with a new power. She fully cupped me, feeling my hard cock under her hand. "Are you real big?"
Shock from hearing the question caused my cock to jerk against her touch through my pants. I stuttered through trying to answer. "I don't know. What do you think is big?"
"Do you think you will hurt me when you put it in me?" Brenda was beginning to pant a bit and her hand began rubbing and squeezing me some.
"I guess it would have to hurt the first couple times. It's not like I know any more than you. I wouldn't hurt you on purpose."
"Am I making you feel good, Mark," her voice weak and raspy as she asked. "I've never done this before."
An involuntary moan escaped me as I tried to answer, "Yes."
"I feel good too, Mark. I feel a tingle in my nipples and... and... in my panties."
With the console in the way, her hand in my crotch, all reserve I had left blasted out the window. I leaned into Brenda as she sensed my movement and leaned into me. Our lips connected, mouths parted, and tongues dueled. I reached an arm to her, slid it gently up her ribs and placed my palm over a beautifully bra encased breast. It was a feeling beyond words.
The light lace of her bra did not prevent me from feeling her nipple beneath, it felt stiff. I wanted to touch the other mound of sensitive flesh but our positions on the car seats prevented it.
Brenda cried out when my palm touched her. "Oh, Mark. I like it."
This was a mutual first moment of real sexual interlude between us. Yes, we had hugged and kissed when first making our commitment of love but not in a way that our hands touched the other's body sensually.
"I know when you're ready, it will be the greatest thing we'll both experience."
"I've never felt so much power flowing through my body, Mark. I'm sure it won't be a long wait for either of us."
We backed away from the point of no return; our bodies relaxed from what had just happened. When we were fully calmed, I found my cell phone to call home. "Brenda and I are going to grab a little dinner together out tonight. We'll be home early."
It wasn't that late in the day now; however, we both felt like having something together. An inexpensive place close to the campus was perfect for our desires. It was a college hangout that had good burger baskets at prices college kids could afford.
Both of us had been there before either together or with friends so it wasn't unusual to see people we knew. Often, one or two people might join us in a booth, me on one side and Brenda on the other. Tonight, in making a move totally unexpected, we sat in a booth side by side almost snuggled together.
It wasn't long that a couple friends came over. It wasn't hard to notice that Brenda and I were together in a way that a date might be. "Whoa! What's with the new seating arrangement?"
"Yeah, Mark, aren't you and Brenda a little close?"
Most everyone knew we were a blended family and not related except by our parent's marriage, yet it was obvious that we were a couple.
Brenda surprised me and our friends. "It's out first night out," pausing for effect, "as a couple."
What she said was a true coming out and after a moment I shared, "We've been best friends since our parents married. We tell each other everything. I know more about Brenda than I think her mother knows. We finally figured out how important we are to each other."
One of Brenda's friends questioned about her boyfriend. "You mean ex. Basically, he said put out or get out. I got out. From what I hear, he isn't very successful off the field." Brenda knew the crowd would spread it around and his 'playing' days would be over.
Our burger baskets came, and though we wanted to eat in peace, a bunch of people hung around being domestic psychologists.
"Hey, really, guys. Let us eat our food." I had to use a plea to get them to break up.
It was clear that in a couple days the world as we know it would be changed.
The ride home was again silent. Different was Brenda's hand on my thigh and my very clear enjoyment of it. We got home to find mom and dad having a salad and cold sandwich. "How were your burgers," mom asked.
"They were good. Saw a bunch of people we know. Brenda was a beautiful doll sitting next to me telling everyone we are a couple."
Dad looked at Brenda, "Did he actually tell you to put out or get out?"
Clearly, news travels fast. "Did you honestly say that he isn't very successful off the field," mom asked.
She and dad burst into a roar of laughter.
"Well, he didn't win my lucky charms." There was more laughing.
"Don't get out of control. Obviously. we know what went on. You are not blood relatives, therefore, nothing really wrong, just keep it light." Dad agreed.
Brenda and I went to my room. Both our phones had been buzzing with text messages. We decided to group them into one single reply. "N.Y.F.B." It was short bit of texting slang answering every question, none ya' fuckin' business. Maybe the answer seemed rude; however, our friends know that when it is time to tell all, we will.
"Remember when we were sitting at the table when mom and dad came home? We told them our feelings. Remember, they thought this might be one of the results? Do you think they knew we could or would really fall in love?" Brenda looked painfully perplexed.
My heart was still racing from the events of the day. That little tidbit must have gone over my head. "They sure weren't surprised. They weren't angry about us coming out with friends. I didn't know I was in love with you until you told me your secret and my heart exposed itself to me."
It wasn't late evening although it was getting there. Brenda told me she wanted to have a bath or shower before "coming to bed." We shared a knowing look as she strode off. I would do the same. My mind raced over what was going to happen between us as we shared bed together.
I heard Brenda go to her room. She must have taken a long bath as I thought she must be trying to calm her nerves. I couldn't resist the thought of seeing her come to my room in pajamas then to slide in next to me. I felt my own heat rising as I went off to shower.
I showered, returned to my room and slipped on my usual briefs and T-shirt for bed. Brenda was still in her room so I decided to hop online for a while. Right away I saw Brenda sent a text. I wondered why she sent a text, she was in the next room and we were about to spend the night together.
The text heading read: Are you ready for this?
I opened the jpeg attachment that made me fall back on the bed my mouth agape. In the picture was Brenda in a hot little negligee. The picture was posed so I couldn't see her beauty beneath the material. It was just enough to make me want to see the real thing. She was teasing me and I loved it.
She didn't knock on my door this time; she knew I was expecting her. Coming in, she was covered in a bath robe that was not unusual for her. Different was the missing cotton weave pajama pants below the robes hem.
She turned slowly to close my door and ceremoniously locked it. "Did you get my text? Are you ready for this?" The robe fell from her shoulders; I saw Brenda and it was instant lust for her exposed magnificence.
Her hair was neatly groomed, evidence of a little make up was clear. Her breasts stood tall on her chest every bit a pert 34B. Her trim waist flared out at the hip, her pubic area carefully cropped.
I had to admit to her, "No, you are just too exquisite to be ready for."
Brenda smiled a sultry sexy smile, "Talk like that could get me in trouble. Invite me to your bed."
I held out my hand, "Brenda, it is our bed."
She didn't seem to walk across the room. She was at the door then in my arms. The sheerness of the material did nothing to cool the heat her body gave off. "Mark, I have something more to give you when I'm ready but tonight my body is yours to explore, touch, and yours mine to explore and touch."
We snuggled tightly on the mattress with a comfortable sheet covering. I reached for lamp to dim the lights, "Not yet, Mark. Hold me, feel me, see me."
Brenda's hands worked up and down my back matching my rhythm over her back. She cooed as I reached the small of her back and grazed my fingertips over the firm flesh mounds of her butt. She presses her hips tightly into mine and felt my hard cock in my shorts. I wanted to rub her mound with it but was sure the move might be misunderstood.
Brenda's hand slid over my side, down my stomach, to the elastic of my shorts. Again, she gripped as she had at the park, only now with more urgency. Seconds later, the elastic stretched and her hand felt the skin of the cock that would take her virginity when she was ready.
I eased away just enough that I could use my hand to feel her young firm breasts and pinch her nipples. She sighed and moaned with each touch. Through a straining voice I heard, "Oh, Mark! No regrets." Now she was pulling on my cock as though a natural at jerking a guy.
I eased my hand off her breasts and over stomach just as she had done mine. I snaked a finger under the panty of her negligee. Brenda eased her legs open slightly as my fingers found the apex of her virgin opening. She almost screamed when I touched her clit. She jerked several times and cried softly. "Oh gawd, you made me cum. My first orgasm. My only lover."
She flung the cover off and began pulling at my briefs; she wanted them off. I helped and tugged off my T-shirt also. I was lying flat now watching her hand stroking me, getting me closer to my own finish. "Does it shoot a lot? Shoot a lot for me Mark. I want to see it."
I was moaning now as every muscle in my body tightened. "Now, Brenda." Her face was a little too close. My first shot hit her about mouth level. When she opened her mouth to lick it, I blasted hard all over my chest and stomach.
I came down from what must have been the best thing I ever felt seeing Brenda still licking my cum from her face. With a smile on her lips, she began licking the rest from my body. "You don't have to do that."
"Yes, I do. It is yours and I like it."
"Then, Brenda, I have to do the same for you." I helped ease her out of the tiny film covering her body and helped her remove the little panty. More cries escaped her mouth as my lips and tongue began kissing and lapping at her breasts and nipples. The moan, as I bit lightly on her nipples, told me she prepared even if she didn't know what was to come next.
It was my first time as much as hers as I tongued and licked my way to the sweet juncture of her legs. My tongue lapped the length of her virgin slit and over her clit. When she thrust her hips in my face, I knew I was doing something right. I repeated step one and she smothered her face in a pillow. This time she did scream. I knew her clit was the focus of how much enjoyment she had and made sure it got plenty of attention.
It wasn't long before Brenda yelled into the pillow and juiced into my mouth. Every drop was sweetness of the gods and I took it all.
She had two orgasms now and was limp when I slid up beside her. "I'm happy for you Brenda."
She reached for my cock and didn't seem at all surprised that I was hard. She was gentle handling me as she regained her strength. "Mark, my love, my lover."
"Brenda, my love, my lover," I echoed her.
Brenda shifted her weight to straddle me. I felt her weight on my body, her breasts pressed into my chest, and her hips rubbing against my cock. There was more passion in her kisses than I could have imagined. My hands roamed over her back massaging her neck softly, kneading along her spine, squeezing the soft flesh of her inviting butt. My cock slid smoothly along her moist labia and we both moaned from the feelings.
"I have no regrets, Mark." Before I could register her meaning, her eyes widened and she gave a soft cry of pain. "Oh, Mark! No regrets." |
Fox and Guests Pt. 01D | 15,735 | 4.5 | 670,570 | [
"anger management"
] | *The series "Anger Management" debuted in 2012. The following is a parody of that series, We here at Fox and Guests are proud to produce this series of parodies both classic television and current television. Please let us know if you have any program in particular you would like to see. We here at Fox and Guests have a whole list of programs on the docket to produce, si sit back and enjoy "Anger Management!"
The cast: Charlie Goodson – Charlie Sheen
Emma Goodson – Daniela Bobadilla
Jennifer Goodson – Shawnee Smith
Kate – Selma Blair
Lacey – Noureen DeWulf
Patrick – Michael Arden
Nolan – Derek Richardson
Ed – Barry Corbin*
The title fades away and there is Kate in bed naked with a sheet covering her from waist down to her feet. Her knees are drawn up to her chest and the sheet looks like a tent. Kate has her head thrown back, her eyes are closed shut and her mouth is open wide as she's gasping for air. She lets out a loud groan; "Oh my fucking god Charlie, I don't care how many times anyone goes down on me, no one eats pussy like you, your fucking tongue is magical!"
Charlie comes popping out from under the sheet and throws it to the foot of the bed. He has a huge smile on his face and his lips and chin are covered in Kate's creamy cum juices. "Why thank you my dear, I always aim to please now it's your turn!" Flopping down on the bed beside the slim raven haired beauty, she threw her short silky locks beyond her shoulders and gripping his extremely thick cock in her tiny hand she stroked it several times. Lowering her lips to it, she opened wide and her tiny pink tongue darted out and flicked back and forth several times scooping up a drop of pre-cum and sucking it back into her mouth. "Mmmmm Charlie I just love how your cum tastes. I can't wait for you to blast your cum all over my face. Your cock is just the right size, not to long for my tiny pussy, but nice and thick so I can feel you scraping the walls of my pussy when you fuck me!"
Charlie fists as clutching at her black hair and he's urging her to suck him; "How about a little less talking and a little more sucking huh?"
She peeked up at him with those sultry dark eyes and they twinkled. Not breaking her gaze upon him, her mouth slowly opened and breathing a breath of hot air on his cock she slowly enveloped his thick cockhead and half of the shaft. Her hand pumped up and down as she picked up the pace. Her tongue flicked out and ran even lower, down to the root of his cock.
Charlie threw his head back and groaned loudly; "Oh yesssss Kate, just like that, faster, deeper, oh fuck you better stop if you want me to fuck you!"
Without warning she popped her mouth off his cock and scrambled up and straddled his body. Reaching back she gripped his cock and shoved it into her glistening pussy. She slammed her body downward and she bottomed out, her pussy totally enveloping his thick stiff cock. She arched her back and her short raven hair tickled her upper back. Her ass jerked forwards and backwards driving his cock in and out of her foaming pussy. "Oh fuck me, fuck me hard Charlie, I'm cumming again. Don't you dare cum in my pussy you fucking bastard, I want your cum all over my face!"
Charlie let out a growl; "Ah fuck Kate, you better get off me and get down there because after that great blowjob of yours and your tight cunt, I'm about to cum!"
Just then they both heard Charlie's ex-wife Jennifer yell-out; "Charlie are you decent, I'm coming in!"
Kate scrambled under the covers and Charlie ran into the bathroom to slip into some clothes. She entered the room and saw Kate, who Charlie always said she was a lesbian, Jennifer stopped dead in her tracks.
Kate was sweating and her breathing was labored. Jennifer looked at Kate and asked; "Are you alright Kate, you look a little feverous?"
Just then Charlie came out of the bathroom in cargo pants and tank-top, he was carrying a wet washcloth. "What are you doing here Jennifer, I thought we had an agreement you knock or call before coming in?"
"We did Charlie, but Emma needed to see you and I was going to be in the neighborhood, so I just thought I'd drop her off. What Kate doing in your bed Charlie?"
"Well we were having a snack and suddenly she wasn't feeling well. I brought her up her and she was awful dizzy. I had her get into bed and I was just bringing her a wet washcloth for her forehead. What does Emma want to see me about?"
"I don't know Charlie, she's downstairs waiting for you, go see, I'll take care of Kate here, now get!"
Charlie headed down the stairs and slowed up and went down as quiet as possible. He heard a quiet moaning coming from the livingroom and when so caught sight of Emma. She was staring at his laptop, her feet were up on the coffee table and her school plaid skirt was up around her hips. She had her hand buried in her white cotton panties and she was furiously rubbing her pussy while her other hand had slipped into her starched white cotton blouse and it was evident she was twisting her nipples.
Charlie was about to yell at Emma when he heard a series of two women moaning. It was coming from his bedroom on the second floor. He was trapped between watching his daughter masturbating to his laptop porn or sneak back upstairs to see what Kate and Jennifer were doing. His decision was made for him as the group came bursting into the house and Emma quickly pulled both hands out from where they were getting her off.
Old man Ed, Patrick, Nolan the naïve geek and the gorgeous slut Lacey stopped dead in their tracks. Ed and Lacey saw what Emma was doing, but the other two were not paying attention.
Charlie diverted them by shouting to the group; "Hey what the hell are all of you doing here? Our session isn't until tomorrow and I have Emma, Jennifer and Kate here."
Emma was red faced and looked up at her father and she realized he must have been there watching her and it turned her on even more. She wondered how long he was watching her.
Lacey broke in; "We have to have an emergency session Charlie; I went over to help Ed seeing I was on his emergency list to call when he lost his temper and when I got there Patrick and Nolan were already there!"
Ed jumped in; "I told her I was sorry, but seeing she didn't answer my page, I called Nolan and seeing he was out with Patrick, they both came over."
Charlie yelled out; "So the help list was working, Lacey you can't blame Ed here. When he didn't get a response immediately, he did was we all agreed on, go to the next on the contact list. You have to admit he apologized, that's a first for Ed."
Lacey went and sat down next to Emma and when she looked up at the computer she began to laugh; "Hey Charlie I think you need to have the talk with your daughter here!"
Emma jumped forward and closed the laptop; "Sorry I was keeping myself entertained while I waited for my dad to come down from upstairs. You don't have to worry. My mom and dad already gave me the talk; I am eighteen years old you know!"
Ed began his husky laugh; "Yeah young lady, that is some very interesting way to keep you entertained. Lacey and I saw how you were entertaining yourself when we came through the door. Hey Charlie what's going on upstairs, sounds like someone is making their own porn movie up there!"
Lacey turned and with Charlie directly behind her she was staring at his bulging cargo pants; she giggled; "Look Emma, I think Charlie here is either excited by what you were doing or what he came downstairs from, which is it Charlie?"
He stammered and said; "I'll be right back, I have to see what is going on up there!"
Patrick chuckled; "Need any help checking it out?"
"No, no just sit down and I'll be right down!"
Nolan took a seat on the other side of Lacey and opened up the laptop; "Oh my young lady is that what you were watching?"
Patrick came around behind the sofa and stood behind Emma; "Oh hell is that how eighteen year old women entertain yourselves?"
Lacey laughed out loud; "What the fuck are you talking about Patrick? That is the way women of all ages entertain themselves, right Emma?"
All she did was turn redder and nodded slowly. That is when all hell broke loose. Patrick unzipped his pants and kicked them and his shorts aside; his cock was larger than Charlie's but not as thick. By the time he removed his jacket, tie and shirt his cock was as stiff as a board. He leaned over the back of the sofa and cupping Lacey's face he planted a long hot kiss on her lips.
She struggled at first, but after a few seconds she relaxed and began to return his kiss. She opened her mouth and her tongue dove into his mouth. She let out a gasp when his hand slid from her shoulder down into the wide-spread V on her dress. He gently caressed her ample firm breast and tugging outward with the back of his hand, her golden colored wrap-around dress loosened even more.
When Ed who was sitting beside Lacy saw this he reached over and pulled the tie that held her dress together and he unfolded the dress. He slid to his knees planting himself between her slim, shapely thighs.
Lacey threw her head back and she let out a squeal when she saw the naked form of Patrick behind her. She opened her mouth to voice her objection, but was cut off when he shoved his large slim cock into her mouth. She instantly closed her lips around his cock and placed one slim hand around his exposed cock.
Emma was sitting beside Lacey and when she saw what was going on, she craned her neck and licked at Lacey's fingers. Lacey moved her hand and Emma's tongue began lapping away at the cock flesh that wasn't in Lacey's mouth. She let out a squeal when she felt hands on her bare knees. She moaned even louder and spread her legs when she felt the hands slid up her bare thighs to her moist cotton panties.
Nolan's mouth was next to her ear and he whispered to her; "Come on Emma, leave that cock to Lacey, I have one even larger and much thicker!
Emma turned her head and as she settled back down on the sofa she was presented with a naked Nolan. He was standing on the sofa and threw his leg over her body and leaning forward swiped his leaking cock across her slightly parted lips. Her tongue flicked out and rolled around and around the huge pink head. She looked up at him with those wide dark smoldering eyes; "Oh Nolan I'm going to love sucking on this monster. I'm going to suck on it until you shoot your hot creamy load all over my face. Oh fuck after watching those videos on my dad's laptop and then watching Lacey sucking on Patrick's cock, oh fuck I'm so fucking hot, only a thick load of cum all over my face and in my cunt will cool me off, now lean in and let me start on the first half of my satisfaction. Mmmmmmm I love how you taste!"
Nolan thrust his hips forward and half of his nine inch cock slipped into her hot oral cavity. He loved how her tongue flicked around the thick shaft and she closed her eyes and moaned even louder when Nolan's hands combed through Emma's long wavy chocolate brown locks.
Patrick laughed out loud; "Oh fuck Nolan; that looks great, I think I'll try that. Come on Lacey, get that dress off so I can play with those gorgeous tits of yours while you suck on my cock some more!" He walked around the front of Lacey and she was slipping out of her dress. Ed had removed her panties and was bringing Lacey to her second orgasm when Patrick swung his leg over her body and fed her his cock just like Nolan was doing to Emma.
The two men were face fucking the two gorgeous women. Patrick removed Lacey's bra and began playing with her large firm tits. As he tweaked her nipples she took his cock into her throat and her long dark blonde hair tumbled about her shoulders and tits. Her throat muscles tightened and as she felt his cock slide in and out of her throat. She began humping her hips upwards faster and faster as Ed inserted two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass and she raced towards yet another orgasm. She started cumming again soaking Ed's wrist and face with her cum. She pulled her mouth off Patrick's cock and yelled out; "Oh please Ed, I love what a cunt lapper you are, but I need a break, please, please let me rest a few minutes!"
Emma slipped off of Nolan's cock and giggled; "Hey Ed, I was wondering if you are as good with teenage pussy as you are with old lady pussy, want to give it a try?"
Lacey spat Patrick's cock from her mouth; "Hey, who the fuck are you calling old?"
Emma giggled; "I was just kidding!"
Before she even finished speaking, Ed was crawling out from between Lacey's sexy legs and throwing one of Emma's cable knit stocking clad legs over his shoulder he reached up and pulled her pussy juice soaked panties aside and taking a big whiff of her scent moaned out; "Mmmmm Emma, I can't wait to see if you taste as good as you smell!"
Ed's tongue parted her extremely tight pussy lips. Worming his way in, his tongue darted in and out several times and holding it there, he sucked at the dripping hole.
Emma groaned loudly around Nolan's cock and sucked him in deeper when Ed found her clit and flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. At the same time Nolan finally got Emma's blouse open and popped open her front clasp on her bra. Her tits were amazing, no more than a handful, but they pointed upward and her dime sized areolas were a dark pink and her pencil eraser sized nipples were a dark red and very, very stiff.
Up in the bedroom when Charlie slowly opened the door, his cock nearly tore through his cargo shorts. Jennifer was still fully clothed, she was lying flat on her belly, her head was buried between Kate's thighs and she was lapping away at her pussy. It was evident she was a novice at eating pussy, nowhere as good as Charlie, but Kate loved her enthusiasm, she was trying her best.
Kate had gathered Jennifer's unruly blonde locks and turned her head a little from side to side guiding Jennifer to her sweet spot, so to speak.
Charlie entered the bedroom and swiftly removed all of his clothes and crawling on the bed behind Jennifer, he reached down and popped open her skin tight jeans and before she could react he wiggled her pants from side to side until he slipped them off her slim hips and tight ass. Her panties came off with them and he pulled them off her legs and tossed them to the floor.
Charlie flopped down onto his back and scrambled upward between Jennifer's now wide-spread legs. He was surprised to see she rose up so he could gain access to her blonde hair covered pussy.
She let out a growl when he began eating her pussy. Pulling her head out from between Kate's thighs spat out; "Oh fuck Kate, I nearly forgot what a great pussy licker Charlie was, shit, shit, shit, oh fuck Charlie I'm cumming already!"
Kate pulled Jennifer up to her and before her mouth covered hers she kissed her nose; "Oh yeah Jennifer, I've told Charlie over and over again, his pussy eating talent she be entered into the sexual Olympics!:
Before Jennifer could reply, Kate's mouth covered hers and Kate reached down and grabbed a hold of the hem of Jennifer's t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She quickly removed her bra and her ample sized tits now rubbed against Kate's tiny tits.
Charlie crawled out from under Jennifer and getting on his knees gripped Jennifer's hips and with one swift thrust drove his cock deep into his ex-wife's cunt.
Jennifer tore her mouth off of Kate's and screamed out; "Oh fuck me Charlie, oh fuck, I almost forgot how great your cock feels in my pussy. Oh fuck me, harder, deeper, come on you motherfucker, slam it in me!"
Charlie looked up at Kate; "Now you can see why we got a divorce, she even orders me around in the bedroom!"
Jennifer rose up and pushed back harder against his invading cock; "Just shut the fuck up Charlie and fuck me, don't you dare stop fucking me until you make me cum, oh yessssssssss Charlie, I always loved the way you made me cum, faster, faster, oh fuck I'm there, now , now, harder, cum, cum with me!"
Charlie twisted her head around and locked his mouth on hers, he wanted to kiss her hard, but more than that he wanted to shut her up. He blasted shot after shot in her tight, hot cunt. They fell to the bed nearly trapping Kate beneath them.
Kate scrambled out from under Jennifer and pushing Charlie off of her. She rolled Jennifer over and slid between her legs and began licking and sucking the cum that oozed out of her well-fucked pussy.
Jennifer arched her back and even though she had just had one of the best orgasms in a very, very long time she could feel another orgasm quickly building. She dug her fingers into Kate's short, silky raven hair and humped her cunt against Kate's exquisite tongue and lips.
Charlie cock was rapidly growing again; Jennifer saw this and urged him to come closer. She was humping her hips upward against Kate's mouth. She opened her mouth her tongue snuck out and licked at his cum coated cock; "Mmmmm I remember doing this many, many times. I just love the mixture of your cum and mine!" Her head rose up and she took half of his cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth and slipped into her throat. She tore her mouth off his cock and let out a loud scream and she started cumming all over Kate's face.
Kate planted several soft kisses on Jennifer's glistening pussy and nipped at her slim, shapely thighs.
Jennifer swept some damp locks from Kate's forehead; "My god Kate, you eat pussy nearly as good as Charlie. I guess your secret is out, I guess you're not a lesbian like Charlie said you were, are you?"
Kate smiled down at Jennifer; "No, not really Jennifer, but after eating your pussy and you eating mine, I can seriously say I AM BI! Now if you would, please give me back Charlie's cock, he was fucking me when you barged in, he was about to cum and promised to cum all over my face. I already tasted his cum oozing out of your pussy, but there is nothing I love better than to feel him shoot his cum all over my face!"
"Jennifer slapped Charlie on the ass; "Go on Charlie, give it to her, but one thing Kate, is it okay if I lick it off your face after he cums?"
Kate smiled from ear to ear; "Oh you nasty bitch, Charlie how the hell did you ever give this crazy cunt up?"
Charlie was fucking Kate's pussy from behind in seconds. He slipped a finger up her tight asshole and loved how her tiny tight ass opened and closed as he fucked Kate faster and faster. After seeing all that he did and how great it was to have Jennifer suck him off again, he was quickly racing towards another orgasm. Just then Kate started cumming again and pulling out of Kate's creaming pussy, he scrambled around on the bed and began shooting his thick hot creamy cum all over her gorgeous face. Spurt after spurt came out completely covering her face,
He fell over laughing when Jennifer shoved him away from Kate and began sucking, licking and kissing the cum from Kate's face. She locked lips with Kate and they swapped Charlie's cum back and forth until it was all gone.
The three of them collapsed to the bed and as they tried to regain some strength in their drained bodies they heard loud moans and screams of orgasms from downstairs.
Charlie, Jennifer and Kate hurried naked downstairs and stopped dead in their tracks at the bottom of the stairs. Emma was on the sofa, on her knees. Her arms were resting on the arm rest, her head was tipped back and she was sucking wildly at Ed's tiny cock. She had him totally in her mouth even though he was small. Emma had her petite ass up in the air and Nolan was behind her pounding her viciously and she as pushed back with the same vigor.
On the floor Patrick was on his back and Lacey was riding his cock, reverse cowgirl. She was going wild on his cock; her entire body was glistening with a thick sheen of sweat. Her extremely long dark blonde hair was whipping around her face, chest and nearly down to her ass. Her mouth was open wide sucking in as much air into her lungs as she could. "Come on you motherfucker, fuck my cunt. You better not cum until I cum! Oh fuck your cock is so fucking thick, slam it up in me deeper!"
She whipped her head around and saw Charlie and the two women staring; "What the fuck are you doing just standing there? Charlie get your ass over here and shove that cock of yours up my ass!"
As Charlie approached, Lacey spun around on Patrick's cock and leaning over, gave Charlie a clear shot as her ass. She let out a loud grunt when he slipped his cock into her ass.
Kate followed Charlie and came around to where Patrick's head was laying. She straddled his face and lowered her cunt to his face. She wrapped her arms around Lacey and they swapped spit and their tongues fought with one another. Lacey's ample tits squashed against Kate's tiny, but very sensitive tits and as they hugged Patrick stabbed at Kate's bulging clit and Charlie slammed balls deep into Lacey's ass.
Jennifer sat down behind Nolan who was drilling her daughter and leaning down sucked on his cum coated balls that swung forward and backwards. They drew up and when Jennifer stuck her tongue in his asshole, he lost it. Pulling his cock out of Emma's well fucked pussy, he shot his load all over Jennifer's gorgeous face.
Emma slid Ed's cock out of her mouth and pushing Nolan aside began licking the cum that dripped down her mother's face. Before she had it all cleaned-up, Ed stood over mother and daughter and added his extremely thick cum. Emma and Jennifer shared his cum and swapped it back and forth until it was all consumed.
On the floor Lacey and Kate hugged like two long lost lovers and they shook as orgasms wracked their slim bodies.
Patrick shot his load in Lacey just as Charlie unloaded his load in her ass. Charlie stumbled back out of Lacey and flopped onto the couch behind him.
Emma and Jennifer crawled over to him and licked the remainder of his cum from his cock.
Lacey rolled to the floor, off of Patrick and Kate pushed her to the carpet and locked her lips onto Lacey's cum laden holes. Lacey groaned out and started cumming again, her face completely covered in her long sexy locks.
Jennifer and Emma left Charlie and swooped down on Patrick and cleaned up the remnants of his and Lacey's cum covering his nearly flaccid cock.
Totally exhausted Charlie looked around the room and taking in all of the naked bodies chuckled; "I believe we are all in need of some serious therapy!"
The End
*Coming up next is Fox and Guests Extreme, a nastier version of Fox and Guests Morning show.
Please vote, your comments are appreciated.* |
Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 02 | 500,249 | 4.69 | 499,817 | [
"cheerleader",
"pantyhose",
"stockings",
"submissive",
"young",
"obey",
"slave",
"lesbian",
"mistress",
"seduce"
] | ***Note 1:*** *Of course everyone in this story is at least 18.*
***Edit Update:*** *A massive edit of the story occurred in April of 2018 by Tex Beethoven (the original was never edited by anyone other than yours truly) and* *Wayne.*
*Note 2: If you want to know how eighteen-year-old babysitter Jenny became a submissive slave to her neighbor Megan, please read Chapter One. Without further ado, here's part two for you:*
**Bedding the Babysitter Ch 02:**
Last night I had completed the seduction and domination of my eighteen-year-old babysitter. Today, a Saturday, I hoped to begin to make her greatest fantasies come true. So after my ex-husband (the less said about him, the better) came and picked up our son for his customary every-second-weekend custody time, I msn'd Jenny. It was just after lunchtime.
**DrMeg:** How is Jenny this fine afternoon?
**Jenny78ph:** Very well, Mistress.
**DrMeg:** That is good to hear. No regrets about last night's events?
**Jenny78ph:** None! :)
**DrMeg:** Ready for your training to continue?
**Jenny78ph:** Yes, Mistress.
**DrMeg:** Are you dressed already?
**Jenny78ph:** Of course.
**DrMeg:** Come on over, we will research Karen before we head out to begin your transformation.
**Jenny78ph:** Transformation?
**DrMeg:** Of course. Your new look. We are going to make you irresistible to Karen.
**Jenny78ph:** But what if she doesn't like girls?
**DrMeg:** Let's find out.
**Jenny78ph:** OK.
**DrMeg:** So get over here right away.
**Jenny78ph:** Yes, Mistress.
Jenny arrived wearing the exact same outfit as yesterday. An adorably hot plaid but scandalously short school skirt, a white school blouse that showcased her nice perky little breasts, dark mocha thigh high stockings and, sadly, runners. I led her upstairs and slid out of my black leather skirt to reveal my black silk panties and matching black thigh highs. I requested, "Jenny, will you please come sit under my desk and pleasure me while I research your little dream cheerleader for you?"
"Yes, Mistress," Jenny replied. She quickly crawled into place and went right to work with her eager little tongue as I began typing and clicking.
I gave out a soft moan and asked, "Jenny, what's Karen's last name?"
Jenny looked up at me from between my legs, so cute, and answered, "Pepper." She then went back to pleasing my already damp pussy. I requested, "Jenny dear, please go nice and slow; I don't want to climax anytime soon, I just want to feel stimulated and pleasant while I do this research for you; so try and emulate Sade songs being sung into my pussy."
I believe she said, "Yes Mistress, I can do that," as a response but it was incoherent, her suddenly singing tongue busy pouring a mix of misty melodies into my cute cunt.
As I researched, I learned that Karen came from a well-to-do family, lived in a massive upscale house and was an only child. On Facebook (on which, by the way, you should protect yourself much better than most people do) I learned she was a redhead with green eyes, she was short at 5'2", but from her photos her breasts appeared to be quite large. I then created a new Facebook account under the fake name of Sarah Conners and requested her to be her friend, with a note explaining that I was a girl researching ['Cheerleaders' Impact on the Student Experience' ]()(again, you really should protect yourself from online predators such as myself). Not surprisingly, she accepted me five minutes later. I created a questionnaire for her and sent it to her, hoping she would respond. As I waited, I read her wall and learned some more about her. Her tone was often very sarcastic, she hated her mother, she loved getting compliments... revelled in them really... and could be quite spiteful. She frequently posted comments such as "Mrs. Wicks is a complete bitch" or "Did you see what Sara wore today, it made her look even fatter than she already is, if that is possible." After reading her wall I looked forward to attempting to seduce her. I also learned she had a part-time job working at Mill's Boutique (the best and most expensive women's clothing store in town) and based on her status, she was at work right now.
All this time Jenny was slowly licking my pussy, nibbling jazz ballads ever so gently on my pussy lips. I moaned and said, "Good girl, my little virtuoso pussy pleaser. Now please slide a finger in your mistress's pussy and finger fuck me as you lick me a bit more up tempo, perhaps like 'Smooth Operator'; I'd like to come soon." She obeyed, faster and with more syncopation, and I just leaned back and enjoyed her up-tempo stimulation. When I was close, I grabbed her head and pushed it into my pussy and just held her pretty face there as I semi-quavered through a small but intense orgasm. As I regained my equilibrium, Jenny still nestled between my legs, I noticed that Karen had already responded to my questions; she must be having a slow workday. I pulled Jenny up beside me to share my results inviting her, "Let's see how your little dream cheerleader responded to my questions."
**This survey is completely confidential and will be tabulated for inclusion in an article I am preparing about** ***'Cheerleaders' Impact on the Student Experience'*** **for a national magazine. (Please answer all questions frankly and honestly, as your responses are integral to the validity of this article and for my analysis of the vital role that cheerleaders play in our secondary schools):**
**Name:** Karen Pepper
**Grade:** 12
**Age:** 18
**Cheerleader Position:** Captain
**Years as Cheerleader:** 4
**Do you approve of hazing within cheerleader squads?** Of course. Like our sports teams, you must earn your place among us. We have a hazing week that includes a variety of tasks like making out with one of the ugliest boys in our school, attending gym class without any bra or panties, a competition for who can flirt with the most teachers of either sex (each acceptable flirtation to be witnessed by at least one senior cheerleader), stealing an item at the mall, and we always finish the week by requiring the new cheerleaders to imbibe alcohol while making out with each other and being filmed.
**What is your favourite perk from being a cheerleader?** I can't choose only one, since there so many. I already have a scholarship lined up for next year's college, I can have any hot boy I want, I get to wear my outfit anywhere I want and I am treated like royalty by most of my peers and teachers.
**Do you feel you receive special treatment from your teachers because you are a cheerleader?** Sure. All I ever have to do for the male teachers is give them my puppy-dog look or showcase my legs a little extra and I usually get what I want... actually, make that 'always'. The female teachers are a bit tougher, but very few want to mess with us cheerleaders as we have a reputation for being quite influential and powerful.
**How do you select your squad?** It is based on looks, fitness and social status. This may sound conceited, but if you are not attractive, sexy-looking and well-connected, you probably should not aspire to becoming a cheerleader. On occasion we take on a girl without great social standing if we think we can train her, but usually this is not worth the effort as they never really fit in with our social circle. I know this is elitist, but when you're the best, elitism is an asset.
**Some schools are cancelling cheerleading programs because of the rise of teenage pregnancies; is that a concern for your squad?** God no. I am not saying we don't have sex, but we are all on the pill. As captain I insist on it, and our past captains have too.
**Last question, is there any lesbian activity among your squad?** Um...yes. Between cheerleading camp, nights in hotels during competitions and post-game celebrations there is often a fair amount of lezbo action. Plus, as girls dating incompetent teenage boys, although my boyfriend is in college, sometimes the only way to really get off is from a woman's touch.
**Any other comments:** Please send me a copy of your published article. Kisses.
**Thanks for participating in this survey!!!**
"Well Jenny, I think it's time to go shopping," I said as I got dressed. She followed me out the door and we headed to the mall. I could see Jenny getting nervous as we arrived at our first stop...a beauty salon. We went inside and I had them give Jenny the full treatment. She received a leg wax, a smooth pussy shave (a waxing wouldn't have allowed her much intimate fun for a few days), a manicure, a pedicure, a tanning session, a facial and finally she got a new hairdo, followed by having her make-up done.
When Jenny looked in the mirror, now dressed again in her modified schoolgirl outfit, she looked like a confident college girl on the prowl. She smiled, but asked guiltily, "How can I ever repay you for all this?"
"Don't worry, believe it or not you deserve it, and this won't cost either of us any money," I responded slyly.
"Really?" Jenny asked, confused, her pure innocence still so charmingly adorable.
"Really," I confirmed. "But I think it *is* time to pay for your makeover." I grabbed her hand and led her to the private area behind the public salon. As we reached the head office, I walked in and greeted the owner, who was my best friend since college Krystal, giving her a hug and a tender kiss.
Krystal at almost six feet, towered over Jenny as she walked up to her and said, "So this is your new recruit. She's very pretty."
Jenny stuttered, "T-t-thanks." Her hands trembled slightly as she fidgeted with her newly manicured hands.
Krystal put two fingers under Jenny's chin and lifted her face up so they were looking eye to eye, although Jenny was gazing up and Krystal down. "Jenny," she began, "Every girl who works here is a submissive slave of mine; does that surprise you?"
Jenny was attempting to process this information while Krystal returned behind her desk and continued, "For example, your manicure and pedicure were done by Carley and Jen. Those two were high school best friends I met at a club one night who both ended up pleasing me and another friend of mine in the ladies room. Your waxing was done by Kiako, who is a fourth-year med student originally from Japan and easily one of the prettiest girls in the entire world, although she doesn't think so. She is also the most obedient little slave I have ever had. I picked her up in a movie theatre during an arts film I attended one day. Halfway through the film I changed seats to sit beside her (there were perhaps six people in the entire theatre) and without a word I placed my hand on her leg. When she didn't react negatively to my initial advance, I simply whispered in her ear, 'Open your legs, honey.' She did so without hesitation and I fingered her to orgasm right there in the theatre. She came quickly and loudly, so loud the few other people in attendance were turning around to gawk at this cover-girl-appearing Japanese woman cumming on my fingers. I then sucked her juices off and whispered to her, 'You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and I want to see you again. If you want that too, here is my card; be at my salon tomorrow at 6:00 in the evening.' I kissed her, handed her my card and left. Of course she showed up the next evening, and has now become a great little cunt pleaser.
The others have stories too, my sweet, and you will learn them over time if you wish. I happen to have a part-time job opening here as salon facilitator; you would answer the phone, book appointments, work the till, do final clean-up and so forth. Are you interested?"
Jenny's face lit up like a flare as she replied, "That would be great!"
Krystal walked around to sit on the front of her desk, raised her skirt and said, "Excellent! Are you ready for your first session of on-the-job training?"
I laughed, Jenny blushed, but since I obviously approved, she walked up to Krystal and knelt in front of her before requesting timidly, "Ma'am, may I please be of service?" Receiving an affirmative nod from Krystal, Jenny leaned into Krystal's completely shaved pussy and began pleasing her new employer as I looked on. Partway through, I knelt behind my little vixen, gently squeezed her ass and slowly slid a finger inside her cunt, providing her with some encouragement but not getting her off. Jenny eventually brought Krystal to an orgasm and I pulled my finger out of her wet pussy.
"Well, I definitely think you are hired," Krystal beamed as she stood up. Can you be here for training next Friday evening?"
"Yes, ma'am," Jenny responded, her lips shiny with love juice before she licked them clean.
"Great," said Krystal. "Be here at 5:00. We will train you till 9:00 and then you can attend our weekly Friday night social, which usually goes quite late," she paused for emphasis, "if you get my drift."
"Oh, I think I do," replied Jenny, willing but still slightly nervous.
Krystal gave a little chuckle as she said, "Alright, go see Kirsten again and get your make-up touched up. You look like you just ate somebody's pussy."
I laughed and chit-chatted with Krystal as Jenny got a quick touch-up. As I returned to the front, Kirsten was just finishing and I heard the fortyish make-up artist telling Jenny, "I can't wait to eat that young pussy of yours, Jenny."
I chuckled as I escorted a newly drop-dead-gorgeous but completely red-faced Jenny back to the car. As I pulled away from the curb I teased, "Well Jenny, two pussies in two days, you're turning into quite the little lesbian slut aren't you?"
Jenny probably would have blushed even more if that were physically possible, as she responded, "I can't believe I just licked a complete stranger."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes," Jenny responded dutifully. "I just wanted to make her happy; I always hate being a disappointment."
I sighed slightly. "Oh Jenny, we really need to work on your self-esteem. You are a beautiful girl, a smart girl and a very nice girl. Don't you know that? Krystal doesn't hire just anyone, she saw something special in you, just like I do."
"Thanks," Jenny responded, although her tone indicated she didn't completely believe me.
"We're here," I announced as we arrived at our next stop, Mill's Boutique. I assumed Jenny had no idea who worked here.
"Mill's Boutique?" Jenny queried as we arrived. "Isn't this that place where the rich and famous shop?"
"I suppose it is. Come on sweetie, I have a surprise for you."
We got out of the car and walked towards the front door. But I paused before we entered and cautioned Jenny, "Before we go in I should explain that once we go in there, there is probably no turning back."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you can continue coming over to my place no matter what happens here, and you have a job with Krystal so you will still have lots of opportunities to be submissive, but if you walk through these doors and I proceed with my plan, you will almost certainly end up with a reputation in your school as a lesbian. Are you ok with that?"
Jenny tried to register what I was saying, "Um, probably, but I don't understand."
"Do you know who works here?"
"No."
"Karen."
Jenny's face went white.
"If you go in there, I shall treat you as my lesbian slave in front of her and you must obey me absolutely and without hesitation."
"Oh," Jenny whispered.
"Jenny, I don't want to do anything to you that you aren't ready for. So if you feel this will be too much for you, just tell me no; I'm not ordering you to do this and you won't hurt my feelings or disappoint me. But if you walk through this door and do everything I tell you, I am almost positive you'll be eating Karen's pussy very, very soon."
Jenny considered my speech at length, really thought through it, and finally replied, surprisingly upbeat and thoroughly, "I trust you, Mistress. I will never refuse anything you ask of me and if you think this is a good idea, then I do too. As you say, I'm not obeying you in doing this, I'm right with you. So let's go!"
"Great, Jenny!" I enthused, "Let's go have some fun!"
I took her hand and we walked into Mill's Boutique. Now I should say that my divorce as well as my job keeps me financially well off; I'm not a millionaire, but I do live a very comfortable life, so I could afford the absurd prices this boutique charged. The shop today wasn't that busy, with only a couple of people browsing through clothing. One was a slightly overweight girl with someone I assumed was her mother, looking at wedding dresses; the other was obviously a trophy wife looking at cocktail dresses and treating her saleswoman with unjustified distain. I didn't see Karen at first, which worried me a bit as we walked over to the cocktail dress section. As I was looking around, we were fortunate enough to have Karen come over to assist us.
"Good afternoon ma'am, "Karen greeted me politely, dressed in a classy black skirt, nude pantyhose, three-inch black boots and a white blouse. "May I help you with anything?"
I smiled and said, "Yes, you probably can. We're attending a special gala tonight for charity and I need an outfit for myself and for my friend here. The outfits must look sexy, but not slutty."
Karen asked for our sizes and left to select some outfits. I looked at Jenny and asked, "Are you ready to begin Operation Karen?"
Jenny laughed, as my question seemed to break the tension, although she fretted, slightly hurt, "Karen didn't even notice me."
"Well you do look very different from your usual appearance. Even though you're still dressed in kind of a school uniform, you've gone from your normal conservative unflattering look to much more of a revealing, sexy look. Plus with your fresh make-up and hair, you could easily pass for twenty-one, which we will attempt tonight," I said teasingly.
"What's tonight?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out later," I responded coyly. "I enjoy surprising you." At this moment I saw Karen returning with a few dresses and announced in a hushed voice, "Operation Karen is underway."
Karen arrived to find both of us laughing merrily and said, "I chose a few dresses I think you might like."
I tried on three different dresses that were all stylish and of good quality, but not what I wanted. So I said to Karen, "Honey, these are all ok, but I need something that will have every girl there checking me out."
Karen showed just the slightest bit of shock but regained her composure quickly before she offered, "I think I may have just the thing."
Karen left us again and I said to Jenny, "This is going to be easier than I thought."
"How so?" she asked.
"Just watch. But now I need to know whether you want her to be your little slave or would prefer to be hers."
"I want to be her slave," she replied shyly but without hesitation.
"I thought you might," I acknowledged just as Karen returned. She handed me a gold gown that was long enough to hide the tops of my thigh high stockings, but with a generous enough slit to display them occasionally for anyone paying attention. I gave her an inappropriate kiss on the cheek giving her a start, and said, "This looks excellent." I took it from her and went into the change room. After donning the dress, I came out and studied myself in the mirror. I spent a bit of time analyzing the outfit before appraising, "It's nice, but these black stockings don't match the dress. Jenny, may I try your dark-colored stockings?"
Jenny responded "Sure," and we both removed our stockings. As Jenny handed me her stockings, I sat down on a padded bench and requested, "Actually Jenny dear, please put the stockings on me."
I returned Jenny's stockings to her and raised my leg so she could clothe it in her thigh high mocha stocking, noting she was taking the opportunity to caress my upper thigh rather familiarly. *Good girl!* I thought. I glanced over at Karen and saw her watching us very intently. Jenny switched legs and dressed me in the second stocking in the same attentive fashion.
When she was finished, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I said, "Yes, that is much better. " I then asked Karen, "Can you see the outline of my panties through this dress?"
Karen bent down to examine my hips closely and replied, "Well, if you look closely, I suppose the panties *are* slightly noticeable."
I then ordered Jenny, "Honey, come and remove my panties for me."
Jenny approached me so smoothly and casually as I lifted up my dress, that to an outsider her performing this intimate task might appear to be an everyday occurrence. She ever so slowly slid my panties down my legs, obviously doing so for our mutual pleasure. Karen's eyes were sparkling and she never glanced away from the operation.
"So Karen, what do you think? Do I look good enough to eat?"
Karen blushed as she responded, "Ummm... you look elegant and sexy?"
"Thanks, but you haven't really answered my question."
"Um," she paused.
"*Do I*..." I began in a sensuous, italicized voice as I slank vampily closer to her, "...*look good enough*..." I continued, now posing right in front of her, "...*to eat?"* I finished seductively. I stared intimidatingly into her green eyes, awaiting her answer.
"Um yes, ma'am, you look good enough to eat," she whimpered.
I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Thanks." I then blew hot, moist air into her ear before returning to the mirror. "This is perfect," I said. "What do you have for my little Jenny?"
Karen, having somewhat regained her senses, responded, "Of course. I think that if you're wearing gold, your companion should probably wear something in red."
"Good call," I responded. "You know your fashion, sweetie."
Karen left and I grinned at Jenny bragging, "I have her horny as hell right now."
Jenny replied, "I know, my pussy is wet just from watching you tease her."
"Wait till you see what I'm going to make her do next!" I teased as Karen was returning with a gorgeous little red number. I accepted it from her and said, "Jenny dear, why don't you go and try on this one?"
Jenny took it and went into the change room. As if this were only small talk, I asked Karen, "So I hate to be blunt, but I must ask, are you a lesbian?"
Karen shook her head and replied, "No, no. I have a boyfriend in college."
"Oh," I lamented (only slightly), "That's too bad, you're a very pretty woman and my little Jenny would love the opportunity to please you."
Before Karen could respond, Jenny came out looking sexy and gorgeous in a sleeveless red cocktail dress that barely reached her knees. I looked it over and said, "Well, this dress clearly needs black stockings." I picked up my stockings that were neatly folded on a stool and handed them to Karen. "Will you please put these on her?"
Karen accepted the stockings from my hand without question and somewhat awkwardly slid them onto my young slave's legs. When she was done, Jenny, displaying some newfound confidence, posed seductively in the mirror. She was awkward, but still adorable. It was at this moment that Karen achieved a stunning revelation and she asked Jenny "Wait a minute, I know you. Don't you go to my school?"
Jenny, slightly nervous responded, "Yes Karen, we have English together."
Karen confessed, "I'm barely passing that class, writing flowery gibberish and I don't really go well together." She paused before continuing, "You look really different all dressed up, I kind of thought of you as more of a..."
Karen was searching for the right word when I stepped in, not exactly coming to her rescue and supplied, "Geek?"
Karen shrugged embarrassedly, "Yeah, I guess."
Jenny, surprising even me, responded brightly, "Well, my Mistress decided I needed a makeover."
"Your mistress?" Karen asked baffled.
"That's right," Jenny responded perkily.
I broke the awkward moment by saying, "Yes, Karen. Jenny is my little slave. And do I have a deal for you!"
Karen, still baffled, responded, "You do?"
"My little slave here has a crush on you. She would love to go into the change room and eat your pussy, wouldn't you Jenny?"
"Very much so," she responded a bit too eagerly.
I added, "And Karen, she is new to eating pussy, but she's a fast learner." I moved again to stand right in front of her and take her breath away with my own sex appeal, "Would you like my sex slave to please you?"
Karen, finally taking it all in and regaining her usual self-confidence, agreed, "Yes, I would love to have your sweet little geek please me."
I smirked, "I thought you might. Why don't you take her somewhere and help her out of that dress? You'll find her very obedient, and please take your time."
Karen took Jenny's hand and led her out of the public area, past some storage shelves and into a less elegant but spacious change room, obviously for the staff. After less than a minute I heard her soft, low moans beginning. I had tailed them, but I waited another minute before following them into the room itself. Once I did, I looked down at Karen, who was seated with Jenny between her legs, and asked her, "Karen, have you ever eaten pussy?"
"Yes, ma'am," she responded.
"Good. Would you care to taste my pussy?"
"Very much so," she responded.
I laid her on the carpet and with a bit of awkwardness, I straddled her face so she could begin licking my pussy as Jenny resumed eating hers. Karen had clearly done this many times before, as she got me hot quite quickly. She also kept moaning into my pussy as she was pleasured by my little minx. I could tell Jenny had just made her cum when a muffled scream vibrated through my pussy. She kept licking me until I demanded, "Finger fuck me too, slut." She obeyed, sliding two fingers into my wet hole. This was all it took to bring me to orgasm and I came all over her fingers and face. I pulled her up and kissed her hard. Then I broke away and said, "Jenny, tell Karen your fantasy."
Jenny blushed bright red and it obviously required some effort for her to look Karen in the eyes and she had immediately reverted to shy, but her voice was steady as she told Karen, "I masturbate every night fantasizing about you and your cheerleading friends making me your squad's lesbian slave."
Karen looked at me and then back to Jenny, before stepping up to her and giving her a warm, sexy hug (all three of us naked save for our stockings by this time) telling her, "Oh Jenny, I'm going to make that fantasy come true for you! You'll be a *great* little toy to play with at next weekend's cheerleading retreat." She paused before continuing, "We happen to need a trainer for our squad. Do you want to be our trainer?"
"Oh yes!" Jenny squealed.
Karen leaned into Jenny and kissed her passionately, her finger reaching down and sliding into Jenny's tight cunt. She pumped it in and out as she announced confidently, "Bonding time: cum for me, slut. " Jenny moaned as Karen rapidly finger-fucked her new slave. Jenny let out a soft scream as she came hard on her dream girl's finger.
I concluded the hot moment by saying, "All right. I think we now have everything we came for. Karen, if you could ring these two dresses up for me please, that would be great."
"Of course, ma'am," she said as she wiped her face, threw on her clothing and left.
I looked at Jenny and asked, "So, how was that?"
"Oh thank you, Mistress! That was so amazing!"
"You're welcome. Get dressed honey, we need to go find some shoes for these dresses. And something suitable for you for everyday: those runners are terrible!"
"How can I ever repay you for all this?"
"Oh honey, the pleasure is all mine. You're a great girl, and don't you ever forget it. Besides, if I get to make all the decisions about how my sweet darling slave is going to look, it's only fair that I pick up the tab."
We both got dressed back into our original clothes, although we both kept each other's stockings. I paid for our outfits, gave Karen my card telling her to give me a call sometime, and we headed back to the car.
The next couple of hours were uneventful as we bought the shoes we needed (including a pair of open-toed two-inch heels for Jenny for school), enjoyed a nice dinner and shared some great conversation. I learned that Jenny loved to read and wanted to be an English teacher. She liked 80s movies and 80s music (so my choice of Sade-style pussy-pleasing had been a welcome decision (and Sade if you're reading this, the author doesn't mean anything personal except that I love your music)) and wished she could be just like Molly Ringwald.
After dinner we went to my house, freshened up (having too little time for much fun in the shower), changed into our cocktail dresses and headed to our final destination of the night. This was the exclusive Le Chateau Club, a sprawling lesbians-only night club that specialized in discretion and an upscale clientele. We entered the walled-off ballroom section of the enormous club and found ourselves a table near the dance floor.
A few women, all immaculately dressed, were dancing to some Britney Spears song I couldn't remember the title for and thought pretty much sucked. Jenny began watching the dancers and after a couple minutes her light bulb flashed on. Jenny looked around at me like a little girl, not quite prefacing her question with 'Mommy' and asked, "Is this a gay club?"
I smiled indulgently and answered, "Yes it is, my dear."
"Oh," said Jenny as her gaze returned to the dance floor where a pretty young redhead was making out with a much older brunette. I allowed Jenny just to watch and become immersed in the sexual vibe of the club. As the next half hour went by, the club filled up and the dance floor became a stage for more soft porn. Women in various degrees of dress, or often undress, were dancing, kissing and caressing each other.
I finally asked my wide-eyed pet, "See anyone you like?"
Jenny scanned the room and responded, "Everyone here is so beautiful."
"This is where the rich and beautiful come to let loose," I explained. "See that blonde over there in the lavender dress?"
Jenny spotted the woman in her late forties and said, "Yes, she's very attractive."
"Do you recognize her?"
Jenny looked more closely and said, "There's something familiar about her, but I can't place where I've seen her before."
"Ever watch the evening news on CTBV?"
"Oh my God, is that Candace Carter?" Jenny asked, stunned.
"Wow, I can't believe it!"
"Oh, there's more. See that slender, long-haired brunette at the bar with all those people around her? She's the one wearing the dark green skirt, white blouse and green pantyhose."
Jenny looked over and acknowledged, "Yes."
"Does *she* look familiar?"
"Not really," Jenny responded, "maybe," trying to place her.
"That's the governor of our state, Daphne Greene."
"Oh, and she *is* wearing green; that's funny!"
"She always wears green. She is the total opposite of submissive and she loves young girls. It's only a matter of time before she'll come over and try to hit on you."
Jenny, amazed, asked, "Really?"
"Yep, now this club is very unique. In addition to this ballroom it has a restaurant, a cocktail lounges, many backrooms, a large fully-padded room they discretely call the Rumpus Room where anything goes, and various generous-sized ladies rooms. You can dine, dance, just watch, or you can participate in just about anything you can imagine; what are you comfortable with this evening?"
Jenny considered all this before answering, "I don't know. The entire place is really overwhelming."
I pointed to a table near the back and asked, "See that action over there?"
Jenny peered over and answered, "I don't see anything, just a woman sitting at a table by herself with her eyes closed."
"Look more closely, under the table."
"Oh my god, is that a girl down there eating her out?"
"Yes it is."
"Wow, and they're doing it in public!" Jenny exclaimed, avidly watching the scene from afar.
"Oh you'd be amazed at what goes on here. So my dear, I just need to know what you're comfortable with. I can protect you from the predators who will attempt to devour you, or if you prefer I can step aside and allow them to tuck right in."
Jenny looked around and finally decided, "Well, why don't we just see what happens?"
I laughed heartily, "Oh Jenny darling, I may have created a monster!"
After Jenny had spent some time gazing around the club and remarking on further points of interest, all of them scandalous, she finally said, "I have to pee."
I pointed to where the nearest bathrooms were and informed her "Anything goes in there too, so don't be surprised by what you see or by what you might be asked to do."
"Um, ok," she said.
Jenny got up, looked at me one last time, and headed to the washroom. I got up immediately after she left and approached three ladies sitting at a nearby table and spoke right up, "Hello, you three ladies are all quite attractive. I'm not one for small talk; I'm horny, my slave is in the bathroom with who knows what happening to her and I need an orgasm. If one of you would be willing to eat my delicious pussy, please come over to my table, tell me your name and then crawl under the table to please me."
Without pausing for a response, I then turned and walked back to my table. I watched as the three girls engaged in animated discussion and after a couple minutes a short, plump, dirty-blonde, mid-twenties girl in an ugly flower sundress approached me.
She greeted, "Hi, my name is Zelda."
I said, "Hi Zelda, you're here to eat my pussy." It wasn't a question, of course.
She blushed and replied, "Yes."
"Why did you choose to come over?"
"I find you very pretty and I was turned on by your aggressiveness."
"I see. Have you eaten a lot of pussy before?"
"No, I've only been into girls for the last couple of months."
"Have you eaten out your friends?"
"Debbie, the chubby girl in blue, is my girlfriend so yes many times, but only recently; Ophelia is just here to watch; she's actually straight, and engaged to be married to a man in a couple of months."
"I see; well, I think I like you, so why don't you get to work?"
"Yes ma'am," she responded and crawled under the table.
I asked her to remove my panties, which she did, and then I opened my legs so she could begin her meal. Her two friends were watching as their friend disappeared under my table. A couple minutes later Jenny returned to the table but hesitated when she noticed I had a guest.
I reassured her, "It's ok Jenny, take a seat. How was your bathroom break?"
"Educational," she responded.
I chuckled, "I thought it would be. What did you see? You weren't gone long enough to join in on any action, were you?"
"No," she responded, "I walked in and a couple of ladies were just fixing their make-up, so I went and found an empty stall. As I sat down I heard some moaning from the stall to my right and realized the club had provided a peephole, an elegant-looking one about an inch-and-a-half in diameter with a stainless steel rim, then decorated top and bottom with painted eyelashes, of all things! I decided not to look, but as I went tinkle, I became fascinated by the moans and the dirty talk. "
"What was said?" I asked.
"'Eat my cunt you whore, and make me cum you fucking dyke.' She didn't sound angry, but she didn't sound very nice, either. Or maybe she was just treating the other lady... her whore, I guess... the way she wanted to be treated.
"I finished going pee and decided I had to know what they looked like. So I did peek and saw a very large naked black woman with a clothed, skinny white girl between her legs. The black woman's breasts were larger than anything I could ever imagine and I was mesmerized by them. Her nipples were large and hard.
I jumped when she announced in a booming voice, "Whore, it looks like some other whore is watching us. Look over there and let her admire your face with my pussy juice all over it." The girl looked up and grinned at me right through the peephole with her face dripping with juice. She couldn't have been older than twenty, but the sight of her happy face drenched in pussy juice got me really hot. I finally panicked a bit so I jumped up and left. The black woman called out, "Oh honey, you'll be back, no one can resist my nectar, so when you do come back, knock twice and when I answer, cry out loud enough to fill the room, 'I am a white whore who needs black pussy!' I couldn't help calling back, "Maybe!" then quickly washed my hands as I heard her scream, 'I'm cumming, slut!' A couple girls at the next sink beside me smirked at the stunned look on my face, but they didn't say anything as I rushed out of there.
I moaned (because Zelda was doing excellent work down there) as I said, "That was Big Rosie; she pretty much lives in that stall. She can be very nice if you prove yourself, but she has an extremely high opinion of herself that everyone, including me, agrees with. I really like her. You want to go back and pleasure her, don't you?"
"I don't know."
"Well, the fact that you didn't say no when she spoke to you means that you do. And it will definitely be worth your while: Rosie has one of the most delicious pussies you'll ever taste! Usually when the place is really hopping, there's a long line of pussy eaters waiting to go into her stall."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever...um..."
"Have I ever been between Rosie's black tree-trunk legs?"
"Yes?"
"Oh, a few times. Although like her, I enjoy being in charge. So I'm usually the one being eaten out. Never by Big Rosie, but there are always plenty of submissive sluts around, enough to satisfy not only us, but also many more dommes."
"Oh."
I looked over at Zelda's two friends and imperiously raised an arm over my head and snapped my fingers for both of them to come over. They talked to each other for a bit, debating whether they should. Zelda's girlfriend Debbie prevailed and they both walked over to my table.
Before they arrived, I said to Jenny, "The tall one isn't a lesbian; want to see if I can get her between my legs?"
"Sure, but why would she do that if she isn't a lesbian?"
"Oh, she's curious. I've kept my eye on her as she watched me and some other people."
The two arrived and I greeted, "Hi, I'm Megan and this is my slave Jenny."
Debbie replied, "Hi, I'm Debbie and this is my friend Ophelia."
Following my gestured invitation to sit down, they each took a seat at my table.
I smiled, "You're Ophelia the tragic Hamlet character?"
Ophelia sighed, having endured this constant question for many years, "The one and only."
I continued, "Of course Ophelia died because of a forbidden love that she couldn't fulfill."
Ophelia contemplated that summation and replied, "Well, the rejection of her love and her father's death did drive her crazy."
"Or," I toyed, "The fact that she couldn't have the forbidden joy she so desperately wanted and craved, led her to become so obsessed by its lack that she went insane."
"Well, *that* is a reach," Ophelia prevaricated.
"I don't think so," I said. "But just a minute please, your friend is getting me close." I pressed both my hands on the table and awaited my approaching orgasm. It took another minute, but a small but pleasant orgasm had me shaking the table slightly. I said, "Zelda thank you, you may come out now."
Zelda stood up, my juice all over her face. She was about to wipe it off but I said, "No, no don't waste that. I have a plan for it." Zelda paused and looked at me inquiringly so I raised, then lowered a palm to indicate she should wait, and also be seated.
I looked back to Ophelia and opened a new gambit by saying, "Zelda here tells me you're getting married in a couple months."
"Yes," Ophelia confirmed.
"Congratulations."
"Thanks," Ophelia said.
"You're welcome. Now do you want to know what I think?"
"OK," she said hesitantly.
"You're very like the famous, tragic Ophelia."
"How so?" she asked curiously.
"You too want some forbidden love."
"Excuse me?" she asked, startled.
"I've seen you watching the dance floor, I've seen you watching me, and I can tell that deep down you've been wishing you could replace Zelda. You desperately wanted to be under this table between my legs, but your conscience and your straight self-image are preventing you from behaving like the real you."
"I don't think so, I love my fiancé."
"I'm sure you do, but that doesn't mean you don't have strong lesbian tendencies," I retorted. "Look at your friend: my juices are covering her face. Are you not curious how that tastes and feels?"
"Well, I..."
I continued, "Don't you want to at least taste it?"
"Um, I..."
Knowing I had her in the palm of my hand, I slid a forefinger down into my wet pussy, then extended it just a few inches from her face. "Taste this," I demanded.
She looked at her friends and then back to me, shrugged, leaned forward and sucked in my finger. I immediately saw the look I was expecting so I demanded, "Now get under this table and eat my pussy."
She looked at her friends again, trying to figure out how she'd gotten into this predicament as I insisted, "Right now, straight girl; I don't have all night."
She paused again, looking around to see if anyone else was watching us, which nobody else really was, then she got down on her knees and crawled between my legs.
Zelda gasped, "No fucking way!"
Debbie cried out, "I can't believe it! We are so going to fuck the shit out of her after this!"
I smiled to them and said, "She is clearly submissive, ladies and..." as I paused for a preliminary moan, "...she is very gentle but effective."
I moaned again and said, "Debbie, I know you want to taste me too, but I think your straight friend here is going to be down there awhile, so why don't you clean up Zelda's face?"
Debbie smiled and agreed, "*That* is a great idea," as she embraced Zelda and kissed her passionately. Debbie broke the kiss and licked her girlfriend's chin, cheeks, all over her face, retrieving all the lingering pussy juice she could find before returning to kissing her friend.
They kissed like high school kids, furious, passionate, and intoxicated by each other.
After a while, Ophelia getting me close, I grabbed her head and started rubbing my pussy up and down all over her face. A second orgasm and a fair amount of juice exploded out of me and all over the so-called straight engaged girl. To my surprise, she kept licking me even after I came. I eventually pulled her up and said, "That was very good, Ophelia. I may have just saved your life."
She smiled but said, "I don't know what came over me; I was overwhelmed!"
"Oh honey," I smiled, "I totally understand, you've been repressing these desires for years, and when the dam breaks, it breaks big."
Zelda jumped in, "I can't believe you've been holding out on us! I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tonight."
Ophelia blushed and objected, "Deb, don't be silly, let's just pretend this didn't happen."
Zelda, with a seriously angry tone reprimanded her, "Don't you dare go there! I am going to fuck you; Deb is going to fuck you; you're going to love it and thank us from the top to the bottom of your heart! Understand?"
Ophelia tried to rationalize, "But we're best friends."
Zelda expanded the thought, "And soon we're going to be best lovers, too." She then marched over and kissed her. Ophelia was totally stiff at first, then slowly loosened up and began kissing her friend back. Zelda broke off the kiss and announced, "Debbie, we're going back to your place *right now*. We'll need all the toys."
"Sounds great!" agreed Debbie.
Ophelia, still trying to escape her fate, objected, "But I'm getting married!"
Zelda smiled, "No one said you weren't, but that doesn't mean we can't have a lot of fun. Plus, you don't want me telling your man that you ate out some random woman at a club, do you?"
"You wouldn't!" cried Ophelia, aghast.
"No, I wouldn't, unless..." she teased.
Ophelia, knowing she was defeated and realizing the idea of doing her friends was getting her impossibly horny said, "Fine, but this is a one-time thing."
"Oh Ophelia, we'll allow you to think that for now if you want. But after Deb and I have given you pleasure that you don't even know exists, you'll be begging us to fuck you over and over, just wait and see."
Debbie added, "After the first time you'll be hooked, honey."
Ophelia, finally compliant, said nothing as Zelda grabbed her hand and ordered, "Let's go, baby." She then turned to me and said with a little bow, "Thank you, Mistress."
I gave her a slight queenly nod before calling to Ophelia, "Ophelia, come here."
Ophelia returned to the table and I handed her my soiled panties, "Here's a souvenir to remember me by, dear."
Ophelia accepted them gratefully and followed her friends back to their table, where they grabbed their purses and hurriedly exited the club, assumedly for a night of newfound passion.
I paused for a beat or two to refocus, then I looked over to Jenny and prompted her, "You know what you want to do now, don't you?"
She stared down at the table unable to meet my eyes, but nodded her head.
"Go," I said.
She looked up at me, her eyes wide with trepidation.
"You want me to come with you?"
"Please, Mistress," she gasped, greatly relieved.
I stood up and gently took her hand. After all, she was still very new to all this. We went to the bathroom and as expected, there was a woman in Rosie's stall on her knees, the soles of her black boots clearly visible. Another girl, a pretty blonde probably twenty-one, was standing just outside the stall.
I told Jenny, "Go line up behind the blonde; Big Rosie likes to know girls are waiting for her, plus the line will definitely get longer."
"But people will know why I'm waiting in line."
"Yes, they will," I agreed matter-of-factly.
"Won't they know why I'm waiting in line and for whom?"
"Yes, anyone who's ever been here before will immediately know you're waiting in line to eat out Big Rosie." I wouldn't be doing her any favours if I tried to sugar-coat this next experience for her.
"But that's so embarrassing!"
"If you don't want to, then don't do it."
Jenny considered this for a long while, before she let go of my hand and quietly went to stand behind the blonde.
I walked up to the blonde and asked her, knowing of course that Jenny could hear every word we said, "Waiting in line for Rosie?"
"Yes, I am," she spoke right up, not remotely embarrassed.
"You've done Rosie before?"
"Yes, many times. Can't stay away!"
At that moment, Rosie screamed "That's it, Carter, I'm cumming!" We realized the television anchorwoman was in there so we awaited her 'exit of shame'. It was always adorable to see women exiting Big Rosie's stall, their faces dripping with pussy juice, and watch their wide range of reactions. The stall opened and out came Candace Carter, the TV celebrity who was recognized wherever she went, with her renowned face dripping wet from losing herself in a cunt explosion. She glanced around the room to see everyone staring, blushed furiously, hung her head down as far as it would go, and exited the bathroom in a hurry.
Unfazed, the blonde bounced eagerly into the stall and Jenny moved forward slightly.
A couple of older ladies, in their late forties, came in and saw my pretty young slave waiting in line. One of them came over and offered flirtatiously, "Hey little thing, you can come eat me out if you want."
Jenny blushed, continued staring straight ahead and didn't move a muscle.
The woman moved even closer and teased, "So you like eating pussy, do you?"
Jenny turned to look at her and answered respectfully but in a whisper, "Yes ma'am, I do."
The woman placed her hand on her shoulder and said, not in a whisper, but playing to the room, "Do you want to eat my pussy?"
Jenny answered, still almost inaudibly, "Maybe, but not just now."
That appeared to be that. The woman shrugged and snorted dismissively, "Your loss, slut."
Her friend laughed as they went over to check their make-up.
A small Asian girl entered the bathroom and stood right behind Jenny. She was tiny, not even five feet tall. Jenny looked back at her, and the Asian instantly looked down shyly at the tiled floor. A minute later Rosie screamed loudly enough to make everyone jump, "Yes! Finger fuck me, you blonde dyke!"
A pair of girls, drunk, probably in their thirties, swayed into the bathroom, holding each other up. With the other's assistance one climbed clumsily onto the sink counter and pulled up her skirt and surprisingly efficiently, considering how drunk she was, tugged off her panties and tossed them to her friend. The friend pulled a large toy from her purse and shoved it into her friend's cunt. As I was watching this, another youngish girl lined up behind Jenny and the Asian girl. I smiled. That Rosie had it made! The stall door opened and the blonde walked out, and in complete contrast to Ms. Carter, jubilantly! She bounced up to Jenny and gave her a hard, wet, fragrant kiss. Jenny was shocked but didn't back away. The blonde then broke the kiss, winked at me and skipped out of the bathroom, leaving everyone staring.
Taking a deep breath, Jenny looked at me tentatively and after I gave her a slight nod, she approached the stall. As she'd been instructed, she knocked twice on the stall door and when Rosie grunted a response, cried out in a loud but embarrassed voice, "I am a white whore who needs black pussy!"
Rosie replied, "Ahhh, I *knew* you'd be back! Come on in, my little peeping slut." Jenny hurried into the stall and slammed shut the door. Everyone in the room could hear
Rosie greet her, "I love fresh meat. What is your name, sweetheart?"
Jenny answered, gaining courage, or perhaps responding to Rosie's dominant lead, also raised her voice replying, "My name is Jenny, ma'am."
"Well, Jenny mam, why are you here?"
I entered the next stall and continued listening.
"I want to eat your pussy."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I saw that other girl eating you out earlier, and I found myself desperately wishing it could be me. I was really surprised to feel that so strongly."
I stood up on the toilet, looked over the wall and greeted, "Hi, Rosie."
Rosie looked up and greeted me back, "Well, hi there, Megan. Long time, no see!"
"Indeed."
"You wanna watch this little white slut eat me? She yours?"
"That I do. And yes, she's mine and she's just learning the ropes."
Rosie looked back to Jenny and said, "Well then, dive right in, new dyke. Your Mistress has brought you to the right place!"
Jenny leaned forward eagerly and disappeared between the large woman's legs. Rosie, who always knew how to put on a show, cried out to the room, "Oh yeah slut, lick my wet pussy!" She grabbed Jenny's head and pulled it into her soaked cunt. She pushed her back out and asked, "So tell me Jenny, how does my cunt taste?"
"Delicious, Mistress," Jenny responded sincerely.
"*I'm* your Mistress too?" Rosie chuckled, "I like that." Rosie shoved my young slave's pretty face back into her cunt, then moaned, "Oh yeah, lick me, please your black Mistress." Rosie moaned for a bit and then let out a surprised yelp before bellowing, "Oh, you *are* a dirty little white slut, aren't you? Yes, keep that finger in my ass and drill me! Faster, you little whore, faster!" I could tell Jenny was desperately trying to please Rosie as she licked her cunt and simultaneously fingered the black woman's large ass. Rosie screamed, "Aaaahhhhh, fuck, fuck, oh my God, I'm cumming so good!" Her orgasm was crazy intense as she squeezed her legs against my slave's wet little face.
I briefly worried that Jenny might suffocate between Rosie's legs, but Rosie opened her legs just at that moment. Jenny, her face drenched, I mean *drenched* with Rosie's cum, stood up and surprised Rosie by leaning over and taking Rosie's large left tit into her mouth. Rosie moaned, "You're *such* a good little lezzie, Jenny. Mmmm, yes, bite my nipples."
Rosie then pulled Jenny up and kissed her, which is something I know Rosie seldom does.
She then completely blew me away by saying, "Whore, you're about to get a special gift. Straddle my face." Jenny looked up at me, smiled shyly, and then awkwardly straddled the large woman, having no choice but to stand on the enormous woman's thighs, but that seemed fine with Rosie. She then grabbed Jenny's ass, drew it forward, and buried her face into Jenny's young slot.
Instantly Jenny began moaning and begging, "Yes Mistress, please eat me!" Rosie kept licking and after a couple minutes she slid a finger into Jenny's pussy and another into Jenny's ass and ravished both of her holes. Jenny screamed and begged loud enough for the whole world to hear, "Oh yes, fuck me faster, faster, oh my God, yes!!!" Jenny collapsed forward onto Rosie's face and then still standing on Rosie, hunkered down and kissed Rosie hard and gratefully.
Rosie, who seldomly smiled, did this time, saying warmly, "Little Jenny, I expect to see you here again."
Jenny nodded her head and pledged, "I promise that every time my Mistress brings me here, I will wait in line for you with great pride."
Rosie, still smiling, said, "Good. Now get out of here, my slutty sweetheart, I need to see what other little lesbos want a piece of Rosie." I left the stall just in time to see Jenny exit the 'Stall of Shame'. She walked right up to the Asian girl and chirped with a friendly smile, "Go in and please Big Rosie, you filthy whore."
The Asian girl was stunned, not sure whether she'd just been insulted or glad-handed, but she obediently stepped forward and sedately closed the door behind her. Rosie boomed out, "Leaping lizards! If it isn't Little Asian Annie, back for another taste of whore-made black pie!"
I immediately rushed over and gave my slave a big hug! "Sweetheart, do you know how *special* that was? Big Rosie just ate your cunt, and I've never heard of her doing that for *anyone* before! I'm so proud of you! I'm embarrassed to admit, but even I've never had Big Rosie eat me."
The moment past, I looked around and noticed there were over a dozen women in the bathroom staring at the star of the moment, my own little Jenny. One of them was even the governor, Daphne Greene. She whispered something to a petite purple-haired girl (yes, purple) and the girl nodded. I looked at the line that still contained the brunette who'd arrived just before Jenny had gone in, but now included three more people: a black woman in her thirties, another blonde in her fifties and a clearly pregnant girl in her late twenties. It amazed me, the power Rosie had. I also knew that the next time I was here, I would be getting in line too.
I looked back at Jenny, who was now speaking excitedly with the purple-haired girl. Jenny hurried over to me and burbled, "Mistress, Governor Greene wants to take me home. Is that ok?"
I smiled and asked, "Do you want to go?"
"Very much so!" she said eagerly.
"Well then, I'm fine with it. And that's yet another reason for me to be thrilled with my precocious little slave! I'll call your mom and say you're staying the night at my place to babysit, so you can spend the whole night with the governor if you wish."
Jenny hugged me and said, "Thank you so much for everything, Mistress Megan."
I smiled and hugged her back. I then met the governor's eyes before closing mine and kissing Jenny with tender passion. The kiss lasted several minutes and when I finally broke away, Jenny was looking up at me, deep in thought.
I smiled and offered, "Penny for your thoughts, honey."
She glowed as she said, "I just realized, I love you Megan."
I didn't mind a bit she had deliberately omitted the honorific: it felt appropriate to the occasion and to the welcome sentiment. I smiled and kissed her again, briefly this time, patted her butt affectionately and said, "I love you too, Jenny. Now go, have fun."
As Jenny approached the governor, Daphne's and my eyes met again. I winked saucily at the legendary woman and she mouthed, "Thank you, Megan," as she took my young slave's hand and led her away.
The purple-haired girl hadn't followed them out, but instead approached me and said, "Mistress, Governor Greene told me to remain behind and serve you."
I chuckled, "I should have known she would. Tell you what, go find another girl you'd like to bring home with us and we'll leave in a while. Meet me just outside this doorway in half an hour and bring your toothbrushes."
"Yes Mistress," she said and turned to leave.
"Wait," I called. She instantly halted and turned back around. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Brittany," she said with a saucy smile of her own, "Brittany Greene."
I coughed, shocked for the second time (I already said, Rosie was *huge)* during this long, eventful day. "Your last name is Greene?"
She shrugged and said, "Of course: Daphne is my mother," and then she turned again and left.
In stunned silence, I reflected on the day. Jenny would become a cheerleader slut very soon, she would have a great job and great opportunities to meet other lesbians, Big Rosie had just elevated her to a unique notoriety, and now she was going to serve the governor of our glorious state. And we loved each other. This had been quite a day!
Still very horny, my attention went to the line for Big Rosie. I shrugged and walked to the back of it and...yes, proudly... awaited my turn.
THE END...for now...
Jenny's story continues in the lengthy Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 03 where she gets to indeed become the cheerleader's pet for a weekend. |
Hotel du Pont | 55,149 | 4.5 | 254,199 | [
"older man",
"younger woman",
"jacuzzi",
"writer",
"may/december",
"chance meeting",
"strangers",
"hotel",
"curious"
] | I have just finished two long days of wheeling and dealing in Wilmington, Delaware.
Before driving home to Philly, I decide to unwind, enjoy a little repast as I wait for the rush hour traffic on 95 to ease. So at 5:45 I enter the Green Room of the Hotel du Pont and am seated in the plush dinning room at a table for two quickly transpose to a table for one.
As I glance around the dining room, enjoying the elegant setting, I see a stunning woman sitting across and to the left of me. How strange that such a lovely woman is dining alone. She is wearing a lovely black dress that shows off her figure to great advantage (wonderful legs). Ah, but apparently she is waiting for a friend to arrive (her table is still set for two). It is also apparent her friend is running very late.....she seems a little anxious.
I can't take my eyes off of her. The way that dress clings to her breast, crossing and hugging her to show just the right amount of cleavage constantly draws my attention. At just that moment, she pulls a BlackBerry 8700 out of a small black purse and looks at the screen. I recognize the devise because I had just purchased one on Monday and I'm still learning to use it.
I watch with curiosity as she slumps back into her chair, clearly disappointed. She sighs heavily and stands to leave....As she turns around to pick up her jacket from the back of her chair, she notices me for the first time. To my great embarrassment, I realize that I've been caught staring at her. Our eyes lock...and I feel trapped.
I stand and I stammer something that I hope says, "If you're plans have changed, would you care to join me? I'm eating alone this evening."
Her first reaction is shock that I would be so forward but then she smiles and answers, "If you are sure I wouldn't be imposing. I was to meet a friend but he has had a fender bender and won't be able to join me."
"No, not at all." I beam. One thing I learned long ago in business, nothing ventured nothing gained. "I hate to eat alone. It would be delightful to have some company. Please." I pull out the chair she had just risen from and seat myself across from her then signal for the waiter.
"Thank you. My name is Angel. Angel Heart." She smiles. "My parents have a strange sense of humor." Her voice is soft, deep and sexy voice and starts a tingling sensation in my fingertips.
As the waiter approaches, I introduce myself, "And mine is Alex Peterson. Would you care for some wine? I've already ordered a glass of Bonterra Chardannay. Have you had a chance to look at the menu." The waiter arrives with my glass of wine as the words leave my lips.
She smiles and crosses her lovely legs, "I'm not fond of Chardannay," She turns to the waiter, "Beringer White Zinfendel." And then she turns to me, "It's my favorite."
"What a treat it is for me to celebrate a successful business trip by sharing a glass of my favorite wine with such a beautiful woman."
As we order and eat, our conversation continues along the normal course, or so I thought. "What business are you in?" She smiles, eyes looking directly into mine.
"I don't want to ruin your dinner." I laugh, "It's a technical field. We manufacture power supplies for high tech devices. And you?" I ask quickly before I bore her to death. "What sort of work do you do?"
"I'm a writer and website designer," she answers as she sips her wine.
"How much more interesting that sounds! What do you write, Angel?"
She runs her fingertip around the rim of her glass. "Well Alex, I write about people's fantasies."
"You must be joking!" I gasp as I almost choke on my wine. "What sort of fantasies?"
She lightly puts her soft hand over mine. "Sexual fantasies, Alex. We all have them and the internet has become an outlet for many people to explore their sensual side."
"But you seem so normal." I blurt out shocking myself. "Ah...Isn't that rather....kinky?" I retort not recovering very well. I'm suddenly wondering if I've picked up some kind of "pro".
"Do you have fantasies Alex?" she asks holding me with her gaze.
"Well, certainly I do, but I don't discuss them on the internet, much less in person." I'm sure up until now she had seen me as a somewhat sophisticated older man. Now I'm sure I'm coming off as an old prude. "You mean people share fantasies with you on the net?" I just couldn't help myself. Of course I've heard of what's happening on the internet but I've never bothered with it or even know of anyone who does.
"Yes, and I help them explore them. They don't have to reveal their identity and as a result they feel very uninhibited."
"I suppose that's true. But I'd feel very awkward." I respond as I try not to squirm in my seat. "It also sounds like it could be very dangerous." She looks to be in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. She has to know there were all kinds of crazies out there, especially on the internet.
"I never meet the people I deal with and for the most part they are usually quite normal. They simply would like help expressing themselves. Or they may just be having a problem communicating with their partner." She continues as she once again flashes her warm reassuring smile.
"Aren't fantasies supposed to be channeled between husband and wife?" I venture. "And you, Angel, for instance. You're so attractive; I can't believe that you'd need to...improve on reality."
"Alex, I have found that most of the couples I chat with are not meeting each other's total sexual needs. In addition, most husbands and wives don't share their fantasies, at least not the ones that really excite them."
"I know I wouldn't dare share my deepest thoughts about sex with my wife." I snicker as I wonder how she has me talking about this subject so openly. "She would have thought I was a pervert."
"Why is that Alex?"
"I always thought women were indifferent to sexual fantasy. Men are always thinking about sex but not women. All a woman has to do," I try to explain, "is wink at a man and she can have all the sex she wants." I know I'm really blowing this but I've never talked to anyone like this before and probably never will again.
"Well Alex I don't think women are that simplistic. I have sexual fantasies and so does everyone else in this room." She glances around the room.
"Look at that couple over there."
"Yes?" I follow her gaze and smirk. "What about them?" They are about my age, early fifties, and upper middle class.
"They are about your age. What do you think he fantasies about?"
"Probably not his wife." I laugh.
"Hmmm...A threesome or something his wife won't do for him?" she asks.
"You mean sex with two women?" I query as I feel my body starting to respond to the image her words conjures up.
"Yes or...."
I raise my hand to stop her. All this talk is rather embarrassing for me.
"Here's a secret for you Al, a lot of men's fantasies include their wives."
We sit in silence as the waiter removes dinner plates and silverware and then brushes up the crumbs. As we sip wine and watch, I think of a million questions and feel my body longing for hers.
She breaks the silence. "I don't just work with men, but also with couples.
"I guess I don't understand. Exactly how does this work?" Smiling she leans back and crosses those lovely long legs.
"It started out as a story site. I posted my stories and those of other writers I like. We created a webring and developed quite a large following. After the first year it became a pay site. Readers often wrote in to comment, ask questions or make request."
"What kind of request?"
"Well, they ask for a certain kind of story, or a story with a particular scenario. Or they would tell me their stories and ask me to write it for them." She sips her wine and when she sets her glass down and I signal for another round.
After a few moments of silence I ask her, "What were some of the request?"
She thinks for a moment and smiles. "Straight romantic stories of course, threesomes, D/s, cheating wives (those shocked me). I'm known as a straight writer so I didn't get many requests for gay stories but I did write one bi."
I catch myself shaking my head. I'm really surprise. "Are men asking for the cheating wife stories?"
"Yes."
"And you can just crank out a story that is requested?"
"Most of the time. I found D/s very hard at first. I didn't know enough about it but I kept getting request from some very loyal and generous readers so I started to explore, I mean read and I was able to ask a fellow writer a lot of questions." She laughs, "I found father/daughter stories easy but mother/son stories very hard. Of course they were all adult situations."
"Whoa. What is d/s and are you're saying you write incest stories." I quickly hiss across the table to her as I see the waiter approaching with dessert menus."
"D/s is dominance and submission. Quite fascinating." The waiter is also fascinated as he freezes and blatantly eavesdrops. He and I both jump as Angel clicks her fingers. The young man apologizes and speedily tells us of the two desert specials and leaves.
I'm grinning and urge her to continue.
"Surely you have heard of D/s?"
I nod slightly. "Kinky."
She chuckles. "Some would say that, well perhaps most. Once I would have but I've come to appreciate the power play."
"So I take it you are dominant."
She smiles and takes her time answering. "I'm not a true dom. I've learned to be because that is the view point I often write from but I enjoy submission as well. I find it's more edifying. The dominant/submissive relationship is extremely intimate on every level. A true dom could never be submissive."
"So this is more than writing online" I am totally fascinated.
Again she smiles, "I'm an explorer."
I glance at her left hand, like me there is no wedding ring. "Do you ever meet people from online?"
"No, never." She leans closer. "There is one person I would like to meet...break my rule. He is my ultimate fantasy."
She sits back as the waiter returns. "Death by chocolate and coffee." She turns to me, "Share?"
I nod. "Make that two coffees and a brandy." The young man nods, clears the empty wine glasses and leaves.
"You're single?" I ask.
She doesn't answer but stares at me. She seems far off and I start to wonder if she heard me but I remain quiet and study her.
"Yes, I....was engaged once but knew it wouldn't work, we...really weren't..." she paused as though looking for the right word, "...connected." She suddenly looks almost sad. "I don't think I'll ever marry."
"Why do you say that?" She had seemed so optimistic until now.
She shakes her head and shrugs. "I think I would need two husbands. Don't think one would be able to meet all my needs," she laughs quietly.
Now that is just plan wacky but I also find myself wondering if she could pull if off; would the guys have separate rooms or would they be bi. My mind is venturing into foreign territory as the waiter presents the Death by Chocolate cake, which he serves on two plates and the coffee. He said he would return shortly with the brandy.
Embolden I ask the question, "Would they be bi?"
She smiles and murmurs, "Maybe."
The brandy comes and I watch her as she watches the waiter and I decide to ask as he places the snifter in front of me, "Would one be Dom and the other sub?"
The waiter looks at me and I continue to look at her as I lift the snifter and swirled the amber liquid.
Her eyes stay with me this time. "Yes, of course," she chuckles, "and one would be younger and the other older than me."
The waiter retreats and I offer her the snifter, which she accepts. I watch as she gently swirls this liquid and then takes a small sip.
"I do have a fantasy to confess to you."
"Yes?" She responds softly.
"I hope you won't be offended, but when I first saw you..... I tried to imagine what...you would look like naked." Here it comes....sexual harassment charges.
She smiles sweetly and once again touches my hand. "That's pretty normal Alex. I wondered the same about you."
There is another moment of awkward silence before I continue. I'm really pushing my luck now, but nothing ventured, nothing gained and I am having a very good day. "I don't want to seem to forward, but we are both alone...in a hotel...why don't we go find out?" I hold my breath.
She stares at me as my heart pounds in my chest. "Do you have a room here?" she asks very seriously, but there is softness in her eyes.
"No, but let me settle up the dinner bill and I'll get one." I continue as my excitement grows, "I understand they have Jacuzzi's in the rooms here...that's also a fantasy of mine."
"Really? Tell me more."
"I'd love to sink down into a warm tub with you, sip champagne and get to know you...more intimately. Care to join me?" I venture. She sensuously rubs her lower arm as she looks my six foot, three inch frame up and down.
"Let's check in Alex." She murmurs; her voice deep and soft.
As we leave the restaurant, I notice how nicely her dress caresses her hips...displaying her tight ass to great advantage. I feel a stirring in my groin in anticipation.
We check in and are given our room key. I drape my arm around her waist as we head for the elevator and 'am taken aback by how firm she feels.
An empty elevator arrives. We get in and I press myself against her...drawing her face to mine. As we rise, and we kiss...I am surprised by how deeply she desires me. Her tongue explores my mouth, her hands slightly touching my sides under my suit jacket, moving slowly down.
My hand drops down to trace the outline of her hips...as we arrive at our floor. In the room, I call room service as she heads for the bathroom. As I order champagne I can hear the zipper of her dress. As I hang up the phone she turns on the water for the tub and then closes the door. I hang up my suit jacket and remove my tie and shoes.
My heart is pounding as I pace the floor waiting for room service to arrive. When it comes, I uncork the bottle, grab the glasses and head for the bathroom. I rap lightly as I open the door. She is a vision....relaxing in the foaming water, her head back, eyes closed, breast enticingly bobbing in the bubbling water. I stand there gazing at her...feeling my cock responding. She opens her eyes and smiles.
"Don't just stand there Alex. Come join me."
I quickly set the bottle and glasses down by the tub and unbutton my shirt as fast as can. I undo my belt and zipper and nearly trip pulling off my pants, sock and underwear. Facing her I lower myself into the hot water, my breathing, rapid and irregular.
She turns to pour the champagne. God she is beautiful. She rises to her knees as she approaches me with a glass. She brings it to my lips as I watch her magnificent breasts that are completely above the water, glistening. I take a sip and then she drinks from the same glass. She sets the glass down and lowers her lips to mine. I moan as her tongue slides into my mouth and her full beautiful breast are touching and then pressing against my chest. Her legs straddles mine as my cock presses against her flat, firm belly.
My hands move to her breast, cupping them, squeezing them, and rolling her very prominent nipples between my fingers. Our tongues continue to explore each other's mouth. A low moan starts deep in her throat that excites me even more. My hips start to move has she presses into me and my cock throbs between our bellies. I run my tongue down her throat and chest and tease her nipples and then suckle. She arches her back and presses her pelvis into me. I can feel her thighs trembling as she grasps me tighter with them.
I gently lift her up and onto the tip of my cock...then lower her slowly for what seems like an eternity until I am fully in her. The warmth of the water, the pressure of her embrace, and the tightness of her cunt pulling on my cock is unbearably sensuous...
I cup my hands under her firm ass and lift her up and down on my cock to increase the friction between us. "OH, God, Angel. I can't believe this is happening. I never want to stop fucking you...Will you cum with me? I want to pump you full of my sperm...deep inside you." Her breasts are swaying up against me as I pound into her, grasping her hips so I can fuck her deep and hard.
We pause as she moves her hand down between us. She never says a word but moans as I feel her vulva urging me to spurt my juice within her womb. I can't hold on much longer and finally feel her body tense and tremble as her orgasm gripes her. She throws back her head and opens her mouth as a long satisfying groan escapes. I then feel her fingers massaging my balls; coaxing every last drop of cum out of me as intense wave after wave of cum surges up my cock and explodes into her. She collapses on me as my cock still throbs inside her. We hold each other close, completely spent.
I'm not sure how long we lay there in the water, in each other's embrace but the water is cool and fingers and toes well wrinkled when she lifts her head from my shoulder. "I love your fantasy Alex.." She kisses me fully on the mouth and then continues, "Let's go into the bedroom and I'll tell you about one of mine."
\*\*\*\*\*\*
*Thanks for reading this work. Please vote to indicate how much you enjoyed it, and send feedback to let me know if you would like to see a second chapter.
Thanks again,
Angel Rose* |
Don't Do The Crime If... Ch. 02 | 12,913 | 4.58 | 1,615,136 | [
"submission",
"bdsm"
] | *If you didn't read part one, you may want to check it out so you understand how I got into this mess but if you don't really care and just want to make your own mess, be my guest and read on.*
\*\*\*\*\*
My neighbor caught me cheating on my husband with their security camera while at their party and now she is blackmailing me, turning me into her personal slut.
Chapter 2
The next morning, I woke mid-orgasm. I had been dreaming that I was tied to a bed with a woman sitting on my face, smothering me with her pussy while a man was pounding my pussy with his huge cock. I couldn't see anything except the ass of the woman sitting on my face and I couldn't move, my arms pulled tight above my head and my legs spread wide and tied to the bedposts. The woman was roughly pinching my nipples and clit as the man was giving me the most intense fucking I had ever received. I wasn't fighting them. My tongue was buried in the woman's pussy, lapping up her juices and I was humping against the man trying to push him even further into my stretched cunt.
I have never had a dream like that before. I admit to some bi-curious fantasies but even in those, I was never eating another woman's pussy. I had only ever imagined a woman playing with or sucking on my sensitive nipples and maybe using her fingers on my pussy. Having my face buried in a woman's pussy was never before on my fantasy menu.
I was covered in sweat and my hair was sticking to my face. I needed a shower. I am not a morning person and I only had a little over an hour before I had to go next door and face my neighbor Gwen who is blackmailing me with a video of me with another man while at their party.
I turned the water on and then searched through my lingerie chest to find my white thigh-high stockings while the water got hot. I found an unopened package in the bottom drawer. They had to be at least 3 or 4 years old. I rarely wear stocking of any sort and definitely never wear pantyhose.
I got into the shower and washed my hair and then shaved my legs and under my arms. I keep my pussy waxed, not because my husband likes it but more because I like the way it feels. In the summer, I rarely wear panties with my shorts or even my skirts or dresses unless they are particularly short. I just like the way it feels, my smooth pussy being exposed to the air. As much as waxing keeps me really smooth and usually lasts a long time for me, I always seem to have a few stray hairs that were either missed or grew back quickly that need to be tamed. I made sure to make everything nice and smooth with no stray hairs although I'm not sure why I felt the need since I was being forced into this.
I went into the kitchen with the idea that I would have some coffee and maybe something to eat but I was too nervous to eat. I drank some coffee and then went back to the bedroom to get dressed, if you could call it that. I searched through my closet for high heels and found a pair of black pumps with 4" stacked heels and red pumps with almost 5" stiletto heels. I knew which pair Gwen would have me pick.
I sat on the edge of my bed and rolled the white thigh-high stockings up my legs. They were pretty expensive as I recall and the soft, silky texture against my skin really did feel sexy and the lace tops were really pretty. I slid my feet into the shoes and I knew that I needed practice walking in them. I couldn't recall the last time that I had worn them to actually walk in. I think the last time I wore them was at the request of my husband and I think my feet were in the air more than they were on the ground that night. He insisted I keep them on while we made love.
Well, that little memory started to get me wet between my legs again. I could feel the moisture in my pussy as I carefully walked across the bedroom and into the bathroom to see myself in the full length mirror.
"Holy shit!" I said under my breath as I looked in the mirror. My blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail as instructed. The 5" heels made my legs look impossibly long and the red shoes against the white of my stockings was incredibly sexy. The other thing I noticed was that my areolas were swollen and dark red, and my nipples were standing at full attention. My normally light pink pussy lips were now engorged and visible, a much darker shade of pink.
My mind and my body are at odds. This isn't right. I am being blackmailed by my neighbor and my marriage, my job and my family are all at risk but my body is betraying me. How can I be sexually excited about having to submit to this woman that I have only known for a few months and I thought was my friend. How can I be so eager to submit sexually to a woman when I am definitely not a lesbian? I know that I'm not one of those type A personalities but I am not some submissive slave, so why am I fantasizing about submitting to this couple next door?
I stood in front of the mirror still trying to figure it out when I glanced at the clock and notice that I only have three minutes to be at my neighbor's back door, naked and on my hands and knees. I grabbed a black silk robe from my closet and went as fast as I could in those heels out the back door and across the lawn and through the fence to my neighbor's yard.
I walked onto the covered patio and approached the back door. It was a tall door, maybe 8 or 9 feet tall and was mostly glass. As I got closer I could see into the kitchen area where I caught a glimpse of Gwen. She was behind a large kitchen island and appeared to be making breakfast. I got down on all fours and carefully crawled closer to the door. I almost forgot to take the robe off but was able to quickly get up on my knees and remove it just as Gwen looked up at the clock and then at the back door.
She smiled when she saw me there, on my hands and knees, my bare breasts hanging below me. She didn't look me in the eyes but I saw her lips curls into a smile when she saw me.
I watched as Scott walked into the kitchen and then sat down at the table that was only a few feet in front of me, his back turned toward me. A moment later Gwen came around from behind the island carrying a small frying pan. It looked like she made him eggs and she brought them to the table and slid them onto what I assumed was a plate in front of Scott. She never looked at me.
I could see Scott's head lift and look at Gwen. She smiled back at him as Scott reached over and ran his hands over her ass while he ate his eggs. She was wearing a short robe that just covered her bottom, not unlike the one I had worn, except hers was a cream color. He squeezed her ass cheek through the robe and then moved his hand down to her thigh. I watched then as he slowly moved his hand under her robe and once again fondled her ass. As he moved his hand higher on her ass cheek, I could see that he was caressing her bare skin.
Gwen reached over and stroked his cheek. Scott ran his fingers down along the crack of her ass and continued lower. I could tell when he touched her pussy because her head eased back and she closed her eyes. I could see his hand moving under the robe. Gwen stood up, slipped the robe off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
She was completely naked underneath. Now I could see Scott's hand rubbing her slit, sliding his fingers back and forth along the length of her glistening pussy. Gwen turned slightly giving him a better angle to stroke her and me a better angle to watch. She pulled one of the chairs out in front of her and held the back of it while she leaned slightly forward and spread her legs, giving him easy access to her wet cunt. I could see that she was completely open to him and he slid first one, and then two fingers into her. As he slowly pushed his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, she was lubricating so much so that I could see it beginning to run down her inner thighs.
I watched for at least 5 minutes and could tell that Gwen was getting close to cumming. All of the sudden Scott stood up and pulled her away from the chair and then pushed her down so that she was bent over the table, her boobs pressed into the table and her ass high in the air. He moved behind her and pushed down on her neck with one hand while he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants with the other. Gwen reached across the table and held on to the other side. Scott then pushed his pants and boxers down to his thighs allowing his hard cock to escape.
It was as big if not bigger than I had imagined. It had to be at least eight or nine inches long and really thick; at least two inches longer and twice as thick as my husband. Bending his knees slightly, he lined up that big cock with her opening and with one thrust he filled her cunt completely. I could hear Gwen moan loudly through the glass door, the first sounds I had heard from inside. She started to quiver and I think she was cumming.
Scott slowly began pumping his thick cock in and out of her, even while Gwen was now obviously mid-orgasm. Every time he drove back into her, I could hear a faint moan. I watched for 10 minutes as Scott pounded her pussy from behind. Gwen was arching her back, or trying to, even as Scott continued to hold her down against the table. Finally, Scott rammed into her exceptionally hard and I heard her scream again as she appeared to have another orgasm. I could tell that Scott was cumming too. He was holding firm, deep inside her, his eyes closed as I imagined him coating her ravaged cunt with his cum. There must have been a lot because a few seconds later, I could see it leaking out the sides of her stretched twat.
As Scott finally began pulling out, he pulled out globs of white cum with him. I watched as Gwen quickly stood, turned around, and dropped to her knees and took his semi-hard cock into her mouth, cleaning the mixture of his cum and hers from his softening shaft. Once she had cleaned up every trace of their cum, Scott pulled his pants back up and tucked his cock back into his boxers. Gwen stood and licked her lips clean before giving Scott a quick kiss on the mouth.
Scott looked at his watch, grabbed his jacket and briefcase and headed for the door that leads to the garage. He turned and said something to Gwen that I couldn't hear as he disappeared through the door and then closed it behind him.
A moment later, Gwen turned and looked directly at me. She held up her index finger and crooked it, beckoning me to come inside.
I stood up, not realizing how much my knees hurt until now as I tried to get up and stay balanced on my heels. The door was open and I stepped inside.
As I closed the door behind me, Gwen asked, "Did you enjoy that slut? I know I did and I'll bet you did too."
She walked up to me and shoved her hand between my legs and pressed her palm against my pussy. I could hear an embarrassing squishing sound as she squeezed my mons.
"You must have really liked watching my husband fuck me. Does your husband fuck you with his cute little cock before he goes to work?"
"How do you know what my husband's cock looks like?" I asked her defensively.
"I don't you stupid slut but I was looking right at you when Scott pulled his cock out and I could see it in your eyes that you haven't had a cock that big; at least not in a long time, if ever."
I started to argue but Gwen stopped cupping my pussy and slid her fingers up and brushed over my clit making me forget what I was going to say.
"Now, get down on your knees and lick my pussy. Make sure you clean it good and get all of that delicious cum."
"But I have never..."
"Shut up slut. The only response I want to hear from you is - Yes Mistress. Now let me hear you say it."
"Yes Mistress."
"Yes Mistress what?"
"Yes Mistress, I will lick all of your husband's delicious cum from your pussy."
"That's better."
Gwen moved to sit on the chair her husband had been sitting in and spread her legs wide. I dropped to my knees. I had never even seen another woman's pussy this close before let alone lick one but now, strangely, I wanted to.
Her pussy was still gaping from the fucking her husband gave her. Her inner lips were swollen and a dark shade of red and they were coated with the mixture of their cum. There was a stream of his white cum slowly sliding down the bottom of her slit onto her pink asshole.
I tentatively leaned in and was completely overwhelmed by the scent of her pussy. It was intoxicating. I didn't expect it to affect me the way it did. As soon as the smell of her sex reached my nose, I could feel my nipples harden, even more than they already were and I felt a fresh layer of lubrication coat the walls of my already wet pussy.
I don't dislike the taste of a man's cum. I actually like it and have always swallowed my husband's when I give him a blowjob. In college, I was a virgin until my senior year but I liked giving oral and only of few of the guys I dated ever had a problem with not fucking me. And, I never had anyone complain that I was a swallower. Now I was faced with tasting a mix of a man's cum mixed with a woman's.
I stuck my tongue out and carefully licked Gwen's outer lips. Her taste was sweet with a slight salty taste which I attributed to Scott's cum. The combination of the scent and the taste had my head spinning and my pussy dripping as I began to eagerly lap up their combined juices.
I was so caught up in what I was doing that I completely forgot about Gwen until I heard her moaning. She was obviously liking what I was doing as I made broad strokes along her slit from bottom to top, slurping up the cum. I made sure to run the flat of my tongue across Gwen's clit with each stroke which is what seemed to be causing her to moan. Her clit was swollen and sticking out and I was able to easily suck it in between my lips and swirl my tongue around it.
I was enjoying this much more than I thought I would. I even lapped up the juices that coated her tight little rosebud, gently testing the resolve of her tight little hole with my tongue. Once I had thoroughly cleaned her coated asshole, I moved back up and this time ran my tongue between her soft inner lips. They felt smooth and flexible under my tongue and I sucked on them, one at a time, tugging on them gently as I cleaned them.
Once everything on the outside had been lapped up, I started pushing my tongue inside her pussy, fucking her with my tongue, licking any juices clinging to her pussy walls. This had Gwen moaning even more and I began to wonder if my amateurish cunnilingus would cause her to have another orgasm. It quickly became my goal to make her cum. I thought about what would make me cum and I tried to do that to Gwen.
As I tried to push my tongue deeper inside my new mistress, my nose would occasionally brush against her engorged clit and it would cause her to moan. I stopped my probing with my tongue and decided to attack her clit instead. As I slid my tongue up to her clit and started licking, sucking and lightly chewing on her clit, I pushed two fingers easily into her pussy.
Gwen was moaning uncontrollably now as I attacked her clit and fingered her pussy. I could tell she was close. To push her over the edge, I curled my fingers until I felt the spongy tissue and then lightly tapped on her g-spot. She exploded on my tongue and fingers. She pushed back on my fingers and impaled herself up to the knuckle and squeezed hard, holding them inside her. Her cum was running down my fingers onto my wrist and my face was covered with her cum as I tried to lap up as much as I could.
She continued to squeeze my fingers as her orgasm rolled through her. I could feel her muscles pulsating inside her. I couldn't move away if I wanted to. Gwen had reached behind my head and was pulling me into her. My face was buried in her pussy until she finally let go as her orgasm slipped away. I let my fingers slowly slide out of her pussy and rolled my head back. My neck and jaw were a little sore and my own pussy was leaking like crazy.
"Are you sure you have never eaten a pussy before Slut because that was pretty fucking good for a first time?"
I didn't say anything, I just sat there on the floor hoping that I too could get some relief. After another minute, Gwen stood and grabbed my ponytail and pulled me to my feet. It hurt but for some reason, I didn't resist. I just let her do it.
"You like the taste of my pussy don't you slut?"
"Yes Mistress."
Part 3 coming soon |
Matt Becomes Mattie Ch. 10 | 50,694 | 4.56 | 513,146 | [
"crossdressing",
"lingerie",
"femdom",
"panties",
"queening",
"submission",
"bondage",
"lesbian",
"oral servitude"
] | Morning came and Louise and I again made love before showering, dressing, breakfasting, and then going our separate ways for the day. I did a number of jobs before sitting down and writing an e-mail of the summary of the evening for Jo's reading and pleasure.
Life returned to 'normal' with the return of the children and they were full of what they got up to at the weekend, having had a great time. Joanna returned the next afternoon to hugs all around.
We move on now by some four months, taking us close to Christmas, so it is a good time for a review. So what has happened?
The love Joanna and I have has deepened further as well as the resolve to live as we do, with Joanna as the husband of the relationship and me providing the family stability. Overall, we have had few issues to deal with as to any homophobia and certainly not in the wider family or friends. We have been lucky and especially with our local community who have been pretty accepting, possibly because we have made such a transition. Some of the acceptance is that I can now naturally pitch my voice much higher and sound like a woman when I talk, albeit a little like a Scottish girl. Also, pitch variation like singing, and breaking sentences up, are part of the learning techniques, as well as not using male expressions like "I need a slash" when out in a pub.
Part of the advice I would give to those considering change is to keep your dress and make-up conservative and apropos to the situation or function you face. Too often transvestites and crossdresser completely go over the top and stand out unnecessarily so.
Most importantly, the children have been really accepting of us. They have a degree of resilience that we parents often overlook. No comments have comeback from school about adverse comments in the schoolyard, and that makes us very happy.
Louise has become an integral part of the family and the kids adore her, though they have no real idea that we are in a three-way poly-amorous relationship. They see her as a very close family friend and someone who showers her love on them and will happily baby-sit them, play with them; effectively, she is a very close family 'aunt.' They have referred to her as Auntie Louise.
The biggest change on this front is that we have converted our outhouses completely. Shortly after Joanna's birthday weekend, Jo proposed to me that we should accelerate the conversion of the rest of the two connecting outhouses to the cottages and turn them into a two bedroom extension with a study, a nice living room and kitchen and let Louise use it. We already had the planning permission and the infrastructure was in so the work was largely building a kitchen, bathroom, chimney and cosmetic.
We could then, with minimal investment, convert three other buildings, without planning permission, into our garage and storage areas for Louise's businesses. Our extension, we had financed through our incomes and windfalls but this new work needed a small loan to complete the work to a high standard. We crunched the numbers and put it to Louise and, essentially, our agreement is that she pays us a rent for running her business from our address. This covers the loan, extra rates and utilities. She jumped at the opportunity to be closer to us.
She has now moved in and we live en commune, aided by the fact that we connected her upstairs area through to our playroom lounge on the grounds of providing an additional fire escape route but it truly allows us to indulge ourselves sexually and in privacy. However, it does mean that when Joanna is away travelling, I do have her to turn to and also for the extra security and all the other benefits of having her with us, such as in helping with the children. And, of course, we can sleep with each other when Jo is on the road, but always on the proviso that we have to send her messages of what we have been up to, and our thoughts. Jo, we know, enjoys this and gives her some play material for her own relief.
As to the changes with Louise, Joanna has had her remove her French landing strip so all three of us now have bald pussies to offer each other. In fact, I was with Louise the day she had it done and was able to oral her to climax in the salon treatment room. Joanna then really took her that evening over the horse, now housed and tucked away in the playroom. I had witnessed this session as Louise had me orally at the same time, while Jo had subjugated her bottom and love channels to all sorts of punishment and 'cock' play, finally fucking her with an 8 inch dildo we now had.
In addition, she now has a gold ankle chain, waist chain and necklace to match mine. The necklace, like mine, is inscribed, "I am Joanna's girl." She also has the chastity chain that runs through the love area and Jo has used those on us from time to time when she has been travelling, much to our amusement as it doesn't stop us kissing.
When at home, we enjoy all sorts of sexual permutations and there are no set patterns. If the kids are away, we usually indulge ourselves in a three-way. Louise and I play with each other largely when Jo is away, but when she is back, there are many nights when Jo sleeps with Louise and I use Louise's bed, usually being 'sealed' in by one of their panties. However, it has been just us three who have played with each other and Jo, to the best of our knowledge, had had no man.
With the two of them indulging in each other, I don't see it as unfair or anything like that. It means that Jo is getting her true girl-on-girl enjoyment and it is usually, but not exclusively, Jo who takes and dominates Louise.
My love affair of their scents from their panties or in oral servitude to them has not diminished and if they use me or leave me with their panties, I am content in being close to their intimacy. Louise has assumed some sort of dominance over me and, for example, likes to choose my lingerie. She has a thing for making me wear her used panties the day after her, as well as having me wash her lingerie and nighties. I don't object to this as the extra work is minimal and their lingerie provides an extra reminder of them to me when they are out working.
There is also the fact that my own libido has fallen back because of the female hormones in me, now really starting to make their presence known.
Now, where have I got to on that front? I have been back to the Clinic three times and they are very happy with my progress. My GP had had me visit her monthly for a check-over and blood work and all that, especially on liver, kidney and heart functions was all stable and nothing to worry about. These results were e-mailed up to London and my oestrogen levels were adjusted accordingly.
My nipples were beginning to get quite prominent now and three times the size of when they had started out. My breasts were beginning to emerge and I was getting on to be a full A cup and with good prospects of being a C which is what I ideally wanted. They reiterated the need for sleep and I did need my nine hours a night. There were days when my breasts were really tender, but that was all part of the transformation and growing process. Certainly Joanna and Louise were now enjoying them when I wasn't sore and I just loved the new sensations of being stimulated by kissing, sucking and breast play.
Care was taken about my weight. I could already detect a lot of weight shift from my arms, shoulders and waist onto my boobs and bottom, and also a loss of physical power. Physically I had lost an inch off my chest and upper arms and two inches off my waist. I have mentioned about my loss of libido and indeed there was some shrinkage in my penis-clit, now being only able to get about five and a half inches. I had explained that I had largely become a one-shot animal, but not always. This was all normal and further shrinkage of my cock and testicles would occur with passing months, accompanied by becoming sterile. I was fine with this.
They asked me if I wanted to proceed to an orchidectomy in time as they would support the procedure. They explained the benefits that I could stop the androgens. They had checked my potassium retention levels; I was ok but slightly elevated. However, castration is obviously permanent and it would mean further shrinkage of my cock and was a precursor to full transformation. I looked at Jo and she looked at me. My answer was that it was certainly an option to consider seriously, but one that Jo and I needed to discuss in depth and whether she wanted me as a cross-over or as a full woman.
Everybody had noticed that my hair was even thicker now and very coppery. I hadn't changed really changed style but was happier with the longer length down on to my shoulders. My skin was also getting a lot softer to the touch.
There were the usual questions about my psychology. The girls had noticed that I was becoming more emotional and mellow but that was to be expected and they had managed it without any major issues between us all. I was a lot more teary about sad moments or moments that moved me. Sexually, I was also finding that when I orgasmed it was more of a mental thing than before, and more far intense when it did happen. I was also asked about any craving for a man and replied that this hadn't really changed from my wants before. Jo had smiled at that one.
Overall, I was in good shape and we had left the clinic in a happy mood. Dinner that night was joyous and I ended up bound onto the Bench, gagged and blindfolded in Jo's briefs. It was my turn to be abused in celebration by both the girls and I ended up cumming as Louise strapped me with the Feeldoe and, at the same time, Jo strapped Louise.
Jo was very happy with life. She had had an excellent year with her work and enjoyed coming home to all of us, either to play with the children, tackle the financials and investments, or to spend time with Louise and me. She was our domme and reveled in the role, but was also very considerate and loving. Louise and I both cherished her and enjoyed satisfying her however we could sexually. She quite enjoyed Louise's latex world and now had her own domme wardrobe. This activity they mainly engaged together and, indeed, I had let them go off the month before for a latex weekend in Austria, visiting the Simon factory and attending a fetish weekend. They had come back with two lovely suits in red for Jo and a transparent cream total cat-suit for Louise. Louise also had bought a gas mask and breathing control hood as well as latex sheets and a vacuum bed. My present was a lovely German, hand-blown (sic) plain glass anal dildo, covered in little green, smooth, silky bumps.
Obviously, the weekend balanced up the nights I had Louise to myself and to really explore themselves sexually, as well as to have long conversations. I was to shortly learn that Louise had brought up the subject of Jo having a fully functioning man screw her. Jo had been very quick to say that she didn't want to disturb the equilibrium between the three of us as she was very happy indeed, and especially her relationship with me. Louise had replied that she was very aware of that but that I too was aware that Jo would need a man and also given my diminishing libido, I felt it was a natural progression.
Jo had then said that she would be interested in just a boyfriend to fuck but didn't want the emotional attachment. Short of hiring an escort or putting an ad out on the net, she had no idea how to approach it and that these two routes held obvious risks of weirdoes and health, and that she wasn't going to compromise because of all of us.
Louise then had indicated that she may have a solution with someone she knew in Oxford and that she could arrange an informal, no ties, meeting with him. He was a widower and had engaged in the cuckold scene as a bull and was seriously all alpha-male. Also, that he wouldn't be amiss to me being present and part of the play, if Louise wanted me there to attend them, effectively a quasi female attendant and cuckold. They had some fun imagining a scenario apparently.
Unknown to me, Louise and Jo had a pub lunch with him and things had gone well. He had even produced a recent doctor's report as to his health and cleanliness. A date was duly arranged.
The first thing I knew about it all was on the Wednesday before the Friday we were due to meet. Jo mentioned that she had booked us in dinner in Oxford with someone she had met and that I would be interested, given his academic background. I presumed that it was to do with work that the contact had been made. Louise would pick the kids up from their friends that evening and baby-sit them. And that we would be going to the Old Parsonage restaurant that serves Mediterranean based food to the sound of light jazz music on Fridays. And that Jo would want me afterwards when we got home
On the Friday, Louise and I went to the salon and, after I had my hair shaped, my mons and legs waxed and my nails tidied up. We got back and had a pot of tea and then went to the bathroom. Louise suggested I took an enema to start out totally clean and as I performed this, she ran me a bath. She jumped in with me for a nice long soak. Jo came in from work, into the bathroom, leant over and gave us both a kiss.
"I'm going to shower in the guest room and change there, as I just want to get some e-mails done before we head out. If I shower here, I'll never get out of here with you two naked."
"Ok, honey."
"Louise, I guess you are helping Mattie to dress?"
"Yes, Jo, love, I am"
"Make sure she has some sexy lingerie on for me for later, would you?"
"I've thought of something."
We eventually got out of the bath, dried off and I started to make up, using my familiar darker palette for a classier, sultry look. Louise darted back and forth and finally I went through to the bedroom.
"This is what I have chosen for you, if you are ok with it."
On the bed was some of my best lingerie, my black Aubade waspie and matching tanga panties with a lace motif over my pussy area that ran through to the tail of the tanga and thin semi- transparent material over the rest. The waspie was nicely firm and in a similar pattern. There was also my A cup matching soft bra, similarly designed but with a large black ribbon at the junction of my breast cleavage. I put on this fabulous lingerie, one of my favourite sets, and Louise opened a new packet of Wolford black 'Affaire' stockings and helped roll them onto my freshly waxed legs. I have always loved that feeling.
For clothing, she had chosen a black silk top, to be covered with a silk collarless very light jacket with two small black buttons. This 'jacket' was also black with a cream swirl design. My skirt was matching black and just under two-thirds length and with large pleats in it to give it texture. I put them on.
For jewellery, apart from my ankle chain showing on my left ankle through the stocking, I put on a gold watch with a thin cord like strap, my pearl ear-studs and my pearl necklace, double wrapped to hang lower and my engagement ring to go with my wedding ring. Louise said, "Here, put this one, it's mine." She produced a small black choker and put it on my neck.
"Something to remind you of me this evening."
"Mmmm, that's nice of you. Shame you are not coming."
"Don't worry, somebody has to baby-sit and I guess it may be work related, so four would be a crowd."
I put on some Private Collection as my perfume, always distinctive with its rich aroma. Finally my shoes, two inch black strappies. I was ready.
I came out of the bedroom suite with Louise, hand in hand, and we went to the living room. As I came through the door, my mouth probably dropped open as Joanna was standing there dressed as a female for the first time in almost a year. A cream silk top and matching skirt of a similar length to mine, a bolero jacket in a perylene violet colour. She was wearing black, I presume, stockings, black strappy heels and she had her finger and toe nails done in a very dark violet colour. And she was made up fairly similarly to me. She had jewellery on to with her diamond bangle, a long gold chain, and gold studs.
I was speechless, then muttered,
"My God, you look magnificent, what has brought this on?"
"Well Mattie, I understand he is very masculine in his taste as to women and if he is to be a special for us, for business or whatever, then I guess I need to adapt and it does make a little change."
"Well you look divine."
"Don't count on it lasting, and you may pay for it later?"
"Come on you two, you need to be heading out." Louise passed me a black lune-bag on a gold chain that was hers, "I've put perfume, cosmetics etc and a pair of panties in there, in case you are caught short."
I looked at her as if she was being strange.
"You never know what Jo could get up to."
We all kissed and grabbed our coats, both of us with long black ones, and Jo took quite a large bag with her. We left by the front door in somewhat a frenzied state, leaving some goodnights for the kids and Louise. "See you later."
We drove to Oxford and meandered through the streets to St. Giles and the junctions of the Woodstock and Banbury roads where the Old Parsonage is located. We gave the keys over to a porter and headed inside, Joanna taking my hand, and we walked through the hotel into this low ceiling, red walled bar which had a large roaring fire in an open Cotswold stone fire. Joanna looked around and then spotted her guest.
We walked across and she gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Duncan, meet Mattie; Mattie Duncan."
Duncan greeted me, "Nice to meet you, I have heard a lot about you. Do sit down"
"Nice to meet you."
Duncan was about 5ft 10 so taller than both of us. He was fairly lean and dressed in a nice pair of beige trousers, a cashmere sports jacket and wearing a simple pale blue shirt with a mid-blue Hermes tie, and a matching handkerchief discreetly placed in his breast pocket. Shoes were brown brogues, and possibly Ducker shoes being a hand-made Oxford brand. He gave off the aura of being an academic, a good one and obviously, by his dress, with a decent income.
His hair was salt and pepper and I put him in his late fifties, early sixties. He wasn't that handsome but he did have nice brown eyes that sparkled. His skin was quite rough but he was well groomed and had nice teeth.
We sat down and had a glass of wine; Jo had said she was driving back and I also presumed that she wanted to remain reasonably sober being a more formal dinner than we usually enjoyed.
Chat was very informal though and questions about family. Duncan explained that he was a widower to which we sympathised. He was working in Oxford University but also did a range of consultancy work on market research and given our backgrounds, that provided a strong platform for going through to the early part of the dinner.
We ordered. The restaurant was adjacent to the bar and decorated in the same 'library' feel, stone floors, dark furniture and the redness of the walls. Duncan had a breaded langoustine starter with caper mayonnaise and Joanna and I went for the Jersey crab soufflé. Mains were a grilled halibut béarnaise with braised fennel for Jo, a rare rib steak with roast onions, pommes frites and a green herb salad for Duncan, and roast salmon with spinach & sorrel sauce for me. We washed this down with a nice glass of Chablis with the starter and a Burgundy wine, a Fixin with the mains.
With our respective backgrounds, Duncan's insights on his market research were interesting to hear and we had a good debate, well more Jo and him. As the meal progressed and we got around to ordering deserts, questions became more personal and then Jo mentioned that Duncan knew about me and that he was perfectly at home with my form of womanhood. He could see that we were so evidently in love and Jo took my hand in hers. From this point the question became much more personal and Jo answered most of the questions revealing, quite surprisingly to me, some fairly intimate details about both of us. I could see that Duncan was quite enamoured, or possibly intrigued, by us both.
We had some cheese and mopped up the wine and chose deserts, tarte fine and crème brulées. At this point, Jo suggested that I should go to the Ladies with her.
"So what do you think, Mattie? Do you like him?"
"Yes, he seems a very nice person; he isn't over-bearing or anything and has a good sense of humour."
"Do you like him physically?"
"That's a funny question?"
"Well?"
"Well he sort of grows on you, I wouldn't call him Pierce Brosnan but he's trim, well mannered and I quite like the salt and pepper hair."
"He's growing on me though."
"What? You intend sleeping with him!?"
"Mmmm, perhaps, and you too."
I just about fainted.
"Louise and I have been a bit naughty with you. We got talking in Austria about men and the conversation turned to me and my quest, and she also got to hear about how I was very unsure to pursue someone largely because of the risk and that I didn't want to risk losing you or her."
I was open-mouthed. She continued.
"Louise talked about you and how you knew I would need to find a stud some day, not a lover, for the occasional hard cock. Well, she knew of someone and that someone is Duncan. He has been in this scene before of studding women with their husbands present but is unattached at the moment. He has also had experience with women with sissies, but obviously not a woman with someone like you alongside."
"Goodness, I don't know what to say......it is true about what Louise and I talked about and she did mention some months ago that she knew someone."
"Well the three of us met up for a pub lunch not long ago, so Louise could make the introduction and see if there was any bite between us. I haven't been with him, just so you know."
"Gosh, you are scheming you two. What are you suggesting?"
"That we go back to his place in our car, see how things go and if you or I are uncomfortable then we gracefully exit. He's too much a gentleman to object and anyway, Louise knows him. She hasn't slept with him and wasn't interested to be here."
"Well let me think over dessert and coffee and let's see. You fancy him do you?"
"He certainly meets my criteria as to being a potential stud and no strings attached. I also like his mind; he is bright, witty and, I suspect, imaginative. On the down side, he may be a little too crusty, if you know what I mean."
Joanna continued,
"We will have to see how he is as a lover and, seriously, I have no objection to him taking you, one of the reasons that I wanted you here tonight was to assess him and if we do proceed, it should be very much us together, not me."
"That's nice and yes, I wouldn't mind seeing you being taken by another man, properly."
"And the same for me as to you, Mattie."
We headed back to the table and I guess I was much more responsive to Duncan's questions and also our questioning of him was a bit more rigorous. The more personal material we kept for later given where we are.
Duncan's wife had died tragically some eight years ago and he had never felt that he needed to remarry. His academic work kept him more than occupied. He had a wide circle of friends and it was through one of these friends that he had met Louise, when she was going out with this girlfriend. He and his wife had been active sexually and had enjoyed swinging so, since her death, he had continued in that world and had found a satisfying seam in being a 'bull' in cuckold relationships. He had had a small number of couples that he had serviced but had been fallow for some time with a book being published. Louise's phone call to him had been very timely therefore.
He described his last 'affairs' as romances they were not. Two of the women that he had serviced were just because they wanted an affair with a better-endowed man than their husbands. One relationship involved voyeurism by the husband and the fourth was the one closest to us in that it took in a sissy who helped his wife and was serviced by Duncan. Duncan explained that he was mainly interested in women but if a good looking sissy, then he would bring her into play. When he had been active, he had a session once a week on average and that kept him happy.
Jo had already explained our set-up to Duncan and how she was looking for the occasional man-friend to satisfy her female side and that while most sessions may be just one on one with him, there would be the occasional play with me, and perhaps even Louise if she wished to be there. He was happy to consider.
Over coffee, we talked about some of our play and interests and Duncan asked several questions, not really revealing his hand.
Duncan proposed a drink at his place and that it was just a short distance from the restaurant, up the road and near the Dragon School. Joanna looked at me and I nodded my assent, as Joanna had said, we could always leave if we were uncomfortable. Jo said yes to him and he had soon settled the bill.
We retrieved the car and within two minutes, we were outside his house, one of those typical Edwardian houses in that area of Oxford near Summertown and the Cherwell Boat House.
We entered the house and went through to the spacious lounge. It was furnished comfortably and very much archetypal of an academic with books and papers everywhere. There was a grand piano in the front window. We sat down in this massive sofa and Duncan opened a bottle of wine and poured three glasses. He came and sat down to Joanna, who was in the middle of the three of us. He started by questioning us about my transformation and, by now, I felt comfortable in revealing some of the more intimate details and Jo was also supporting, filling in different perspectives from her viewpoint, and especially reinforcing how female I had become, especially in love making.
He poured a second glass and proposed that if we were interested he could put on a DVD that involved a sissy husband. We agreed and on it went and it was fascinating and rather amusing as the sissy was very much a male who was cross-dressed by his wife. However, the 'fluffing' of the stud before he took the wife, I found very erotic, and especially the shots of him entering her.
I looked over and Joanna and Duncan were now kissing and his hands were wandering over Jo's knees. I could sense that she was enjoying this and that we were staying. Their kissing and hand exploration increased; slowly Duncan's hand made its way up Jo's stockinged leg and under her skirt. She opened her legs to give him easier access.
Jo was slumped back in the sofa and Duncan continued his kissing of her, slowly arousing her as his hand went up and down the inside of her leg, ever getting closer to her grotto as her skirt rode higher. No doubt he could feel her suspenders if she was wearing stockings.
Jo motioned for me to get down on my knees and please her under her skirt. I duly moved into position and saw that she was wearing stockings and her panties were like mine, Aubdade. I could see the outline of her pussy through the now-wet material. Moreover, I could scent her sex odour coming off her meaning that she was well turned-on. I let her clit push against my nose, enjoying the aroma, as I played it along her wet slit. I then brought my tongue into play against her pussy.
Meanwhile, Duncan was feeling her breasts through her silk blouse, brushing his hand against her hardening nipples; this was while they continued to French kiss. Duncan also brought his hand down to Jo's panties, focusing on pinching her clit and lips why I played further down, enjoying her pre-cum seeping out of those lovely panties.
"I think we ought to head upstairs, girls." I lifted my head up and Duncan turned his attention on me to taste Joanna's pre-cum on my lips. One of his hands dropped down to feel my bottom.
We got up and Duncan led us upstairs, Joanna and me following hand in hand.
The bedroom was a spacious one with a large, modern four-poster and covered with black sheets and pillows and a massive faux fur cover. The room was nicely lit with dimmed down lights; there was a sofa, a couple of stools and the normal bedroom furniture. There was an en-suite bathroom all in white.
Jo suggested that Duncan and I help her out of her clothing, then they would help me, and finally we would unclothe Duncan. I started to unbutton her blouse and was knocked out that she was dressed in a bra and waspie that matched mine, hers being under-wired though. Duncan unzipped her skirt and there she was dressed in exquisite black lingerie. Duncan looked on approvingly.
Very quickly, I was out of my clothing and when he saw we were identically dressed, he "Wow-ed" us. Our attention turned to Duncan and we removed his tie and shirt, before dropping to our knees and helping him out of his shoes and socks. I undid the buckle of his belt and Joanna slowly unzipped him.
Duncan was in white boxers and there was definitely a package in there. He pressed both Joanna and me into his crotch on either side so we could feel him. I let Joanna pop him out and he was pretty huge. He was close to eight inches; however, more importantly, it was his girth that was impressive. He was very near six inches and certainly over five and a half; he was uncut, and quite pale in colour, which exaggerated the purple intensity of the top of his penis. Certainly, he offered Joanna the size that she had been seeking.
Our eyes just opened at this marvel; Jo ran her fingers up and down his shaft and took Duncan into her mouth. She invited me to join her and we were there, either side of Duncan's hard cock, teasing his shaft, taking in his manly taste. Our mouths played the length of his shaft and over his helmet. He was so wide that we could hardly touch each other lips as we both embraced him. We knew he was enjoying it by the sighs that he was making.
Duncan then suggested that I slowly remove Joanna's bra and panties; as he moved into kiss Jo's nipples, I helped release him from his shorts and I nestled into taking his heavy balls into my mouth. From attending to him, I darted across to Joanna and kissed her love channels in subservience to her; she was very, very wet in anticipation of the massive cock she was shortly to take and she tasted delicious with her fresh pre-cum.
Duncan lay down on the bed and Joanna climbed on top of him facing the bed-head so as to allow him to enjoy her orally and to access her breasts with his hands. I moved back to taking his hard cock into my mouth to prepare him for his eventual entry. Joanna was squirming over his tongue and nose with the oral pleasure he was giving her, his tongue professionally working her clitoris and vulva, upping the tempo of her masturbation and her readiness.
As the momentous occasion built up, Duncan suggested that she roll onto her tummy and he slipped a bolster under her to elevate her pussy. I was ordered to keep building her up for him with my tongue. Duncan pulled out two chains and cuffs that had been hanging out of view behind his headboard and cuffed Jo's wrists so her arms were spread out and immobilised. He then repeated this with her ankles off the footboard, forcing her cunt to be wide open. I had never seen her restrained before but she took it with out complaint. She was about to be made his moll.
Duncan ordered me to retrieve Joanna's black panties and to inhale their scent while I watched what was to come. I slipped my head into them, the damp gusset over my nose to pick her erotic odour, while I watched them through her leg holes.
He then focused on stimulating Joanna's pussy, gently running his fingers around her and into her, threatening her that by the end of the evening he would be fisting her. I could see her squirming with excitement. Some of her cream was directed to her anus but then Duncan added to it with a little lubricant. He took out this lovely glass butt plug which was seven inches long and over two and a quarter inches diameter on its fourth ring. It was known as a Wave and had four rings that tapered in increasing diameter from its head, and then half way down there was the shaft finishing in the plug. He gently pushed it home into Joanna, her anus gratefully receiving this in prospect of feeling Duncan hard in her. She mewed gently as it went in to its home.
He moved up to her head, which was on a pillow and presented his cock to her. She took him in, the cock filling her mouth. Slowly, Duncan worked her throat, opening it up so that she was nearly swallowing him. How she managed this, I do not know, as her mouth was really full with him.
Duncan moved to his drawer and pulled out a bit gag and locked it into place, gagging Jo with the wooden bit and two large metal rings attaching the bit onto the leather strap. He said that next time he would blindfold her, as she was now to be his sex slave. Joanna moved on this and squealed.
He took a riding crop and started to tease her with the end, playing across her pussy entrance and down onto her clit. He swiped her across the bottom and she yelped. This was something Louise and I had never done. The leather tip returned to its tease before a second lash; this continued for six lashes, leaving their mark on her. After the fourth lash, he was teasing the crop tip just under her clit and then down the inner lips; before the sixth lash, he was masturbating her with the leather tip embedded in her pussy. I could see that she was highly excited and fighting against cumming.
Then came the moment when she had her real virginity taken. Duncan climbed behind her and guided his substantial cock towards her vagina.
"Mattie, as the Slave's servant, I want you guide me into her."
I leant over between them, took his cock in my hand, and guided him into my love, his head prising open her vulva gate. He pushed with me still holding his cock and he entered her as my fingers slid back on him. Joanna squealed in pleasure of this cock filling her, the biggest she had ever taken and up against her rear glass dildo. He held himself in her for some ten or fifteen seconds before making his first stroke. She struggled against the bit again as, slowly he started up his first fucking of his new girl.
Joanna was pushing her bottom as much as she could back onto Duncan. He slowly built his stroke rate, letting Jo feel him in her each time he was buried in her, at the top of her womb and against the hard glass dildo doing its work next door. I could clearly see his cock sliding in and out, increasingly covered in Jo's cum as she worked herself up her hill. He was fairly vocal with her, referring to her as his slave, his whore, and that the only cum that would enter her orifices now was his or those permitted by him to leave their seed in her. She pushed harder against him.
Duncan's pace was now frenetic, bringing Jo closer to her orgasm. In fact, she did not last that much longer, her orgasmic volcano going off in her and a long guttural scram muffled by the bit. Duncan came right behind her as she hit her peak, holding his cock hard in her, as she contracted with pleasure, his copious load of semen, no doubt, streaming deep into her.
He remained in Joanna for some fifteen minutes as she wound herself down but in doing so having a couple of serious ripples of pleasure from the sheer size of him in her and her stretched pussy.
"Oh my god, that was mind-blowing, Duncan. I have never ever been taken like that."
Duncan released Joanna from her leg cuffs.
"Expect several more then, Joanna. You will be come my sex slave, not my lover, in the months to come. I will expect you, and Mattie when present, to be compliant to my every wish sexually."
Similarly, she was released from her wrist cuffs.
"Anything out of the ordinary, whatever that is, I will discuss with you to your comfort level but, in time, you will learn to trust me as I push you. Ok?"
"Mmmmm, yes."
He slowly withdrew her butt dildo with a pop. I could see that both her love entrances were still wide open and very wet.
"Time for Mattie to have her first cream pie, I think Joanna."
Joanna looked at me,
"Off with your bra and panties, now and into position on the bed, Mattie"
I complied and lay down on the bed. Joanna climbed back on and stood above me, like that first night we had entered this new relationship, facing down the bed. She provocatively lowered herself slowly onto my mouth and nose, her entrances smeared in both their cum. The aroma was very different to Jo's normal; yes, it was her but I could pick up the salty smell of Duncan's insemination.
She lowered herself onto me and I could taste the two of them, comingled together. There was cum everywhere in comparison to her normal emission, never mind Duncan's copious load in her. I used my tongue on her, gently playing and teasing her from her clitoris down to her anus. Her perineum was exquisite.
Meanwhile, I felt Duncan lubricate me and my anus was opened up with some cold dildo and gently it was worked in until it was lodged in me. I felt Duncan go down on my clit, running his tongue around my swollen bud. He then pulled away to kiss Joanna and play with her nipples. I could hear him say that he would enjoy 'exquisitely' torturing them.
The next thing was that Jo pulled off me and grabbed my wrists and cuffed them, as Duncan did the same to my ankles; however, I wasn't in as tight as Jo had been, probably as they were using different chains or because of our height difference. I was now similarly secured as Joanna had been. The bolster was pushed under my bottom pushing me up for access. Jo went to her bag and pulled out or chin-dildo and attached that into position on me. Duncan commented that he had not seen one of these in action.
Jo climbed back onto the bed and lowered herself onto the chin-dildo ordering me to please her as I normally do. Duncan moved onto the bed and I felt him playing with Jo's breasts. His actions in teasing her forced Joanna down onto me.
I felt Duncan move between my legs; he withdrew the dildo from me and I felt his fingers entering me, exploring me. Joanna was enjoying herself riding my chin toy. I felt Duncan shift himself again and then there was another dildo pushing against me, my outer muscles relaxed from the dildo before. It wasn't one at all, it was him and he was taking me. I grimaced as he gently push in, widening the prepared channel. He rested and let me adjust and then he pushed again. He stopped once more for me to adapt and take him and yet another thrust and rest. On the fourth drive, he was into me, this nigh-on eight by six cock.
Similar as what he did with Joanna, he let me feel him inside my back pussy and then he started his slow fuck, teasing Joanna with his fingers and kissing her as she moved backwards and forwards on my chin in time to his rhythm.
He started to fuck me, my excitement growing. I could really feel him inside me, his girth filling me up and teasing my gurl-g-spot. Jo continued to ride me, her cream now cumming down the dildo and into my mouth, serving to add to my sense of being taken by both of them. Duncan upped his tempo and I was in seventh heaven; just like Jo, I had never been taken like this by any man.
Duncan pushed himself all the way into me and I felt him cum hard into my love channel. Jo also unleashed her orgasm, her thicker cream oozing down for me to enjoy her. Again, similar to what he had done with Jo, Duncan let me slowly descend from my brain high. I was wonderful to feel him in me.
Slowly he withdrew and he took a smaller butt plug and secured his jism deep in me. He retrieved my panties and helped me back into them. Jo had climbed off me, her pussy still very damp.
Duncan went and got the wine glasses and we had a quick refreshment. He wanted to take Joanna again. I didn't have any ideas about Joanna's thoughts but how much stamina did this man have?
After the wine, he got me back onto the bed again, positioned across it with my head at the edge of the bed. He got Joanna to lie on top of me; her anus and pussy were directly above me ready for my tongue. He ordered me to start to fluff her up and he reattached the cuffs onto Joanna, locking her into position. He then re-gagged her, this time using one with a small but wide mouth dildo attached to it. He followed this with nipple clamps, those little ones like a g clamp, and he screwed them in to get her nipples standing on end and to the point that she was biting on her gag.
I could smell and taste the impact on Joanna that Duncan's pleasure was having on her. She began her excitement yet again and the anticipation of him being inside her again. I worked on getting her as wet as possible, concentrating on her inner labia and her sensitive areas to get as much cum flowing as possible. Duncan tightened the clamps yet another notch.
He came around to the side of the bed and between Jo's legs, right above me. He played with her pussy and put his fingers inside her to pick up some of the cum; this he gave me a finger to taste and the other he took into his mouth. He then applied a little lubricant around her cunt entrance and down her perineum.
Duncan moved forward and, again slowly, entered Joanna's pussy, completely stretching her vagina and filling her with pleasure. I was there below them watching him slide in and out and how her pussy entrance moved with Duncan's fucking of her, culminating in the creamy froth emerging at the edges. I could feel his motion through Joanna's body lying on me and as I was close as I could be to them without being in. My tongue naturally moved to take in Jo's froth and also to suck on Duncan's balls and tease the lower side of his cock.
Duncan withdrew his cock but immediately targeted Joanna's anus. He slowly worked himself inside and, in doing so, was that much closer to my mouth. I heard him berate Joanna, "Now your other virginity, Joanna; a real man inside you not that gurl-clit of Mattie's or plastic." He pushed home, Jo, writhing as best she could to this new invasion.
"You will always crave large cock from now on. I shall be your master and decide on whether it is mine or somebody else's. You will be my cock whore and make your love orifices available whenever to me."
I could sense Joanna clenching onto Duncan's cock, enjoying him and milking his cock with her anal muscles. Duncan was all the way in now and started to fuck her hard. She erupted, squirting her cum everywhere and Duncan came hard into her.
He remained in her so that Joanna could really enjoy him and her tremors of pleasure kept coming and coming. Eventually, he slowly withdrew and I could see deep inside her channel with its white male cum pervading the pleasure tube.
He pulled out a second butt plug, similar to the one I was wearing, and inserted it into Joanna, sealing her up.
"Now I have you both inseminated down there. You will both sleep with these in before I take you again in the morning."
Duncan released Joanna from her bonds and she climbed off me. We cleaned up and then climbed into bed, Jo in the middle cuddling up to Duncan. She had gone to her bag beforehand, pulled out a pair of Louise's panties, and bound me into them with a stocking. Her familiar, comforting scent pervaded my nostrils.
I fell asleep as Duncan chatted with Joanna about how she would service him and he continued with the teasing that she would become his sex toy and cum whore. I heard next morning that Joanna had mounted him one more time, being taken by sitting on his monster cock. This was, of course, the way that she preferred to take me to enjoy my girth and exert her dominance but, with Duncan, it was purely for her pleasure.
The next morning Duncan took us again, as promised, before dressing back into our clothing from the night before and then having a coffee. It was all relaxed and Duncan wanted to be assured that we were ok and had enjoyed the session. Joanna was very much like the proverbial cat with the cream. We indicated that we had been and that we had enjoyed his company.
Just as we were leaving to head back to the cottage to a shower and Louise and the children, Duncan took us aside.
"Joanna, if you are really serious about seeing me regularly and exploring your female side with me and of course, I welcome Mattie at any of these sessions, may I suggest you later read the agreement in this envelope."
He handed her a manila envelope.
"It is all about what you should expect and give physically to me and the boundaries of the relationship. I do not expect to intervene on your marriage. However, if you dive give yourself to me, it is about being submissive to me as your bull and that you need to give full trust to what I arrange for both of us, or all of us. It also allows for some flexibility as to your work."
Duncan moved over and kissed us both and we went on our away.
\*
*I do have a format and good ideas for Chapter 11 and perhaps 12 based on the experiences of life as a tv and with my ex and girlfriends. However, I am beginning to get more into the realm of fantasy and would welcome your input to direction this could all go, if you want the story to continue. Your contributions will allow me to build in the teases and continuity that I have strived to include in these chapters and so many of you have been kind to comment positively on in your feedback.* |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 18 | 52,709 | 4.57 | 554,559 | [
"lesbian sex",
"interracial sex",
"seduction"
] | It was done.
Jo was now, once again, a civilian, free to live her life without fear of reprisal from the Army for she being a lesbian, and free to pursue her dream of opening and running her own restaurant, believing there to be a 'niche' in her city for a small, gourmet burger-house.
Of course, she'd do the legwork and all that would be necessary to develop a business plan to do so. Not a problem, thought Jo, Tess wouldn't graduate from college until the end of May and since this was only the middle of March, she'd have plenty of free-time to do what she needed to do.
Despite repeated pleas to Tess from Drs. Willie and Bea not to do so, Tess withdrew her application to Graduate school at her school. Tess had applied to, and was accepted by, her father's University where he had taught for so many years. They, the University, thought it a coup to have Tess as part of their Graduate program, the school's respect for Robert Clancy having a great deal to do with Tess' acceptance.
Of course, Tess had the grades and on that alone, she'd have been accepted. But, thought Tess and Jo, it never hurts to have a little advantage, here and there, in life.....
"Jo?"
"Yeah, baby?" Jo answered between small after-sex kisses to Megan's sweet pussy.
"Are you sure that Tess is okay with you and I seeing each other?" Megan asked, her fingers gently rubbing through Jo's hair as Jo nibbled on her body.
"Of course. Why wouldn't she be?" Jo replied as she crawled up to lay next to Meg in Jo's bed, putting an arm around Megan to draw her close to her own body.
"It's just that I like being with both of you, or either of you, and I don't want to rock the boat between you two, that's all," Meg said in explanation of the question, taking Jo's nipple into her mouth, afterwards, to suck on and play with.
"No problems, sweetheart; she just wants us to remember to include her whenever she's home," Jo said to her teenaged lover, Jo's eyes closed in enjoyment of Megan's talented mouth on her breasts.
"Like we wouldn't," Meg observed, her love of threesomes with the two sibs one of her favorite things in her life, now.
"That's what I told her, baby, so don't worry your pretty little head about it, okay? There's not a problem, sweetie, none at all," Jo cooed softly to the teenager, running her fingers through those long, blonde tresses, taking Meg's head between her hands afterwards and kissing Megan with both love and lust.
"Awwww, damnit, the time's gotten away from me," Mega suddenly grumbled when she realized that it was almost five o'clock, the sun now a bit higher in the early Spring sky as it chased the winter away, "I need to go, Jo, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, babygirl, no need to apologize," Jo said to comfort her teenaged lover, releasing Meg from her embrace so that the High Schooler could dress.
"Remember what I told you about tonight," Jo cautioned the girl, "patience, gentle touches, and kisses, okay?"
"I remember, I will," Megan replied, kissing Jo goodbye, not really wanting to leave Jo, but, she had to shower and get ready for her 'date'......
Megan rushed home and jumped into her shower, her mind cluttered with thoughts of what, she hoped, would be a night of possibilities for her and Janice.
Janice had invited Megan to spend the night, to keep her company since her parents would be gone overnight on a visit to relatives.
"I'd really like the company," Janice had said to Megan after rehearsal the other afternoon as they packed away their instruments, storing them in the Band room of their high school.
"See you Saturday night?" Janice pressed further, her subtle scent causing Megan's stomach to flutter.
"Looking forward to it," Megan replied honestly, Janice's smile upon hearing that, causing Meg to smile back at her bandmate, her friend, and if Meg was sucessful, her first taste of a pussy that did not belong to a Clancy sister.
Janice and Meg had been friends since middle school, good friends, not 'besties', but, cordial, respectful of each other's talent in music, their relationship since meeting as pre-teens always having a good 'vibe' about it, not a bad thing at all.
In the few short months since Tess had popped her Sapphic 'cherry', Meg began to look at Janice a bit differently, sorta' like a lioness stalking a gazelle as prey. The two teenagers spent a lot of time together after the Yuletide holidays rehearsing for their Honor Orchestra's annual Spring concert since they, as a duo, would be featured for one of the pieces to be played at the concert, Meg with her cello, Janice with her violin.
Their respect for each other's musical talent only grew as they rehearsed, sometimes at Janice's home, sometimes at Megan's, much to the delight of both set of parents of the teenagers.
The incident that sealed the deal, for Megan at any rate, occurred after a party thrown by a classmate at which the two girls, having arrived together since Megan drove them, stayed together all evening, almost as if they were a couple on a date.
Neither seemed to think it strange that they did that, hang out at that party, both of the girls liking the company of the other. Driving Janice home after the party, they chatted non-stop, laughing with each other about some of the anctics of their classmates that night.
When Meg pulled up in front of Janice's home to drop her off, the girls turned towards each other to say goodnight and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Meg leaned forward and placed a closed-lips kiss to Janice's surprised lips. Not a long kiss, not a 'frenchie' but, safe to say, unexpected by either of them.
Janice's initial reaction was wide-eyed surprise but, afterwards, she smiled at Meg as if to say that it was alright that Meg had kissed her goodnight, that she was 'okay' that Meg had done that.
"See you tomorrow?" Janice asked, referring to their planned rehearsal for the Spring concert, Janice leaning forward for a quick kiss of goodbye to Meg, again, only this time, Janice being the initiator of that kiss.
"Goodnight, see you tomorrow," Meg said to her friend.
Waiting until Janice was safely in her house before leaving, Megan drove home as fast as she could, rushing upstairs to her bedroom so that she could masturbate away the excitement within her from having kissed Janice, from having tasted the Afro teenager's soft lips on hers.
And so, a few weeks after that night, when Janice asked Meg to spend the night, to keep her company since her parents would be away that night, Megan had made up her mind that she would get into Janice's pants, that she would seduce Janice on that Saturday night, wanting to do so more than you can imagine........
"Don't know why you're so surprised," Jo responded to Tess' reaction to Jo's telling her of Megan's plan to 'seduce' a classmate, "I remember how excited you were when you made your plans to get into Hope's pants."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Tess replied to Jo's comment about her reaction, "living in glass houses and all that....you're right."
Tess and Jo were near the end of their phone call when Jo told her about what was going on with Megan these days, both of the sibs truly caring about their teenage lover's well-being.
"So, what are your plans for the weekend, baby-sis," Jo asked.
"Madge's husband is out of town at a convention so she and I are going up to their mountain retreat to spend the night in front of the fireplace," Tess replied, Madge being one of the married lovers of Tess'.
That Madge was obsessed with Tess' lovemaking skills would not be a stretch in describing Madge's feelings towards Tess, not at all.
"How 'bout you? Anything going on for you this weekend?" Tess asked Jo.
"Having dinner at Sondra and Julie's tonight," Jo replied, referring to the two forty-somethings that she and Tess had balled a few months back.
Since that first time, both she and Tess had had a few nights with the two women before Tess returned to school, all four enjoying the unbridled sex that they always had when together. With Tess back at school, Jo and the two women had shared some delicious threesomes a few times, as well.
"Having dinner or being dinner?" Tess rejoined, chuckling as she did.
"Both, I'm sure," Jo laughingly replied, her answer, a truth.
"Well, have a good time, sis; don't do anything I wouldn't do," Tess said as she got ready to end their call.
"That leaves it wide open for me, cunt-face," Jo laughingly jabbed at Tess.
"Can't argue with you about that, lover-girl," both sibs laughing at the remark, a phone-kiss ending their call........
"Food? Drink? Weed?" Janice offered Meg, closing the front door, hugging each other in greeting.
"Weed??? Where'd ya' get weed?" Megan asked in surprise of the offer.
"I have my sources," Janice said with a grin of conspiracy to Megan, "Just because I'm an honors student doesn't mean I don't have a 'dark' side," laughing with Megan at the double entendre comment.
"I'm not all that hungry, Jan, but, if you are, don't let me stop you from eating, okay?" Meg replied, asking, "Where do you want my bag?", referring to her small overnighter.
"Want to sleep in my room, with me, watch scary movies and get stoned?" Janice asked over her shoulder as she led Meg down the long hallway to her bedroom.
"Best offer I've had today," Meg cheerfully answered, tossing her bag onto the floor of Janice's bedroom.
Sweeeeet! thought Meg when she heard Jan's suggestion/offer of sharing a bed, her mind thinking ahead to those possibilities she'd been masturbating to over the past few weeks since she and Jan had kissed goodnight.
Janice convinced Meg to have a bite of salad with her, "We don't want to smoke on an empty stomach, don't want to get too messed up," she said in support of her reason that they should eat something.
"Or, maybe we do," Megan joked back, "It'd give us an excuse if we act like fools," both girls laughing at the remark.
The girls ate quickly, cleaned up their mess quickly, joking with each other, both finding an excuse to brush against the other, to fleetingly touch the other with a hand to an arm, or hands to shoulders, that sort of thing. For Meg, she was sure that it was Jan's way of flirting, she was sure that since their kiss that Janice had been just a tad more touchy-feely with Meg when they were together.
Truthfully, Megan wasn't sure if that was the case in actuality or just wishful thinking on her part. Didn't really matter, Megan thought, she was still going to try to get into Janice's pants, THAT she was sure about.
"If you need to shower or anything, go ahead, I've already showered," Janice said as the two girls locked up the house, walking to Jan's bedroom to 'hang', to watch TV, to get stoned, but not neccessarily in that order, you understand.
"I'm good, sweetie; showered before I left my house, I'm all squeaky clean," Meg replied bringing a smile to Jan's beautiful, flawless face.
"Don't know about you but I'm going to get out of these clothes, throw on a tee shirt and get comfortable," Janice declared as she reached high onto one of her shelves in the walk-in closet of her bedroom.
Feeling the small package hidden between the folds of some large, bulky sweaters, Jan retrieved the small dime bag of ganja and pipe that she and her friend, Megan, would share that night.
"Aren't you concerned that your parents will smell the weed if we smoke in here?" Meg asked as she tried hard not to stare when Jan began unbuttoning her blouse in preparation of 'getting comfortable'.
"No, I've got the window-fan to exhaust the smoke out of the room, it'll be okay," Jan naively replied, turning and facing Meg as she removed her blouse, seemingly not caring that Megan would see her breasts since she was braless.
Megan pretended not to be bothered that Jan had done so as she took off her jeans first while they chit-chatted and disrobed. The truth, of course, was that Meg had to restrain herself from taking one of those mocha-colored boobs deep into her mouth, wanting so badly to be able to do that.
Both girls stayed in their briefs, a light tee shirt covering their bodies and tits, Janice's about a cup size larger than Meg. Janice took the weed with her as she jumped onto the center of her bed, turning on her TV with the remote and patting the bed, indicating that Megan should feel free to join her.
"If you don't care, we'll smoke out of a small pipe, I can't roll a doobie worth a damn," Janice explained as she quickly de-stemmed the pot, cleaning the bud for the small pipe.
"Neither can I," laughed Megan as she sat crossed legged on Jan's bed as Jan was doing, facing Jan, facing Jan's white briefs just peeking out from the edge of Jan's sleep-tee.
"Here ya' go," Janice said through closed lips after lighting the ganja and taking her hit, handing the pipe to Meg.
"Oooh, this tastes good," Megan observed after releasing her breath and some smoke, "this tastes really smooth."
"Yeaah," Jan replied, the good weed already working its magic on her, a silly-assed smile on her face.
They finished the bowl quickly, both realizing that they were fuck-faced stoned already. Leaning and reaching for her nightstand's drawer to put away her stash and pipe, Janice damn near fell off the bed, Meg's quick reaction and grabbing her by the hand being the only thing that prevented it from happening.
"Wow, I am fucked-up, girlfriend," Jan admitted as Meg pulled her from the 'brink' to sit upright.
"S'okay, I am too, sweetie, I'm really feeling buzzed," giggling as she said it.
"C'mon, sit up here with me; we'll find something to watch, okay?" Jan said as she sat with her back against the headboard, patting a spot on her bed, next to her.
"'K'," Megan responded to the offer, moving to sit next to her prey, uh, friend.
Finding nothing worth watching on the regular channels, Jan switched to the cable stations to search, both girls deciding on old reruns of The 'L' Word on the LoGo network.
"I use to watch this before they stopped production of the show," Jan admitted, the admission setting off a ping on the gay-dar that Megan didn't know, yet, that she possessed.
"Yeah, me too," Megan lied, both girls' eyes fixed intently as the lesbian sub-plots unfurled before them.
"Oooooh, that's hot," Jan observed, the kiss between two of the characters, the reason for her opinion.
"Yeah, it is," Meg agreed, sorta' slouching her body a bit towards Jan's, leaning on her elbow, her hand cradling her head after she repositioned herself.
They watched quietly, intently, as the sex-scene got hotter, the two women on the screen hurriedly removing the clothes of the other, jumping into bed afterwards.
And, in the scene that followed, the camera never showed body parts, but, you would have had to be blind not to realize that the bobbing head of one of the women, between the legs of the other, was clearly meant to show the act of cunnilingus.
"Sure looks like they're enjoying themselves," Jan opined, her eyes staying glued to the soft-porn scene on her TV's screen, "wonder if it's as enjoyable as they make it seem?"
"More," Megan replied without thinking, the realization of what she said taking a full minute to register on her ganja-zoned brain.
Turning to look at Jan, to see if Jan had heard it, she was met by Jan's wide-eyes and arched eyebrows, her mouth opened as if to speak but no words flowing forth.
"You....you've done that?" Jan finally found her voice to say/ask.
Fuck!! Megan quickly thought to herself, what the fuck do I say now? Truly not knowing how to get out of the trap she had placed herself in with her non-thinking response, Meg quickly chose the path of least resistance, she chose the truth, strange as it might seem.
"A few times," she answered casually, not wanting to make a big deal of it, trying to be casual about it, like it was no big thing.
"With who?" Jan asked excitedly, turning her body to face Meg's, supporting her head with a hand and her elbow on the bed as Megan was.
Oh, Janice wanted to know, she wanted to hear which of their classmates, or schoolmates, that Megan had done 'that' with, oh yes, indeedy, she wanted Megan to dish the dirt. She was ready for that, spoon in hand, so to speak.
"Nobody you know," Megan replied, choosing to lie, choosing to keep her relationship with the Clancy sisters to herself.
"How? When? Were you drunk or fucked-up?" Janice demanded to know, wanted to know, feeling excitement of a type that she had never felt before churning inside of her.
"Drunk," Megan honestly admitted, "but, the next day, when it happened again, I was sober," Megan went on to say, feeling a bit of arousal within herself as she said it.
"Oh, wow....I would've never guessed that about you," Janice observed, her observation not one of judgement, more of a commentary of admiration, if she were being truthful.
"It was fun, it is fun," Megan replied, her arousal more intense, it seemed, with each passing second.
"I mean, I've never seen you flirt with a girl or anything like that, I mean, I KNOW you haven't with me, at least," Janice said to her bed-mate, her eyes looking at Meg with what could only be called admiration and envy.
"Doesn't mean I've never wanted to," Meg replied, "I mean, you know, with you," Megan feeling a familiar rush of heat in her crotch, smiling at Janice when she said it.
The girls just stared at each other for several moments, each seemingly processing the moment that they were sharing.
It was Janice who broke the silent stalemate.
"Remember the night of the party? When we kissed each other goodnight?" Janice asked.
"Yeah?" replied Megan, the small stab of heat in her pussy beginning to grow, now.
"That was the first time I'd ever kissed another girl, you know, like that, on the lips," confessed Jan to Meg, "I liked it......" her voice trailing off to silence.
"Did you like it enough to let me kiss you again?" Meg asked with a chuckle, hoping for the answer she so dearly wanted to hear.
"I think so, I mean, yes, I did," Janice managed to nervously say, part of her wanting her friend to do so, part of her wondering if she really did.
"I'd like to, you know," Megan said in a low voice, "I'd like to kiss you again, I'd like to do a lot of things with you, to you, just so you know," Megan said further, "I mean, I won't do anything that you don't want, okay? But, I really would like to kiss you again."
"Okay," Janice replied after but a few seconds, laying her head on her pillow, her eyes hard on Meg's face for reaction.
Leaning towards Jan's head on the pillow, Meg continued to stare into Jan's mesmerizing green eyes, feeling a flutter in her stomach when Jan closed her eyes juuuusst before their lips touched each other's.
They were silent as they shared a closed-mouth kiss with each other but when she felt Meg's mouth begin to move just a bit on her lips, feeling Meg's lips start to part, Janice opened her mouth a bit in response, inadvertently sighing as their kiss became more intense. And when Meg heard a soft moan of arousal, she purposefully broke off their kiss, knowing, or rather, hoping, that doing so would make Jan want more.
It did.
"Why'd you stop?" Janice asked as Meg's lips hovered so temptingly close to Jan's face, "did I do something wrong? Was I not kissing you right?."
"Just wanted to check if you liked it," Meg replied as she leaned on both elbows, now, placing a quick peck on the tip of Janice's nose.
"I did," Janice honestly replied, "I liked it a lot."
"Good."
And with that singular comment, Megan kissed Jan again, both of the girls with opened mouths, Jan not resisting when she felt Meg's hand on her lower back, pulling the two girls closer together as their kissing of each became hotter and hornier.
OH!MY!GOD! thought Janice when she felt Megan's tongue slip into her mouth, the flash of heat in her crotch lighting up immediately as Megan's tongue freely explored her mouth.
Both girls were moaning their pleasure from their kissing, both of them beginning to squirm a bit as their bodies responded to the increasing horniness that the kisses brought to their party.
"Still liking it?" Meg asked softly of Janice when they broke their latest kiss.
"Yeah, don't stop, okay?" Janice pleaded honestly with Meg, Jan's breathing coming a bit hard to her, now. Oh no, she thought, don't you dare stop now.
Megan didn't.
Kissing Janice again, a bit more lustfully, Janice returned the intensity of the kiss back to Megan, neither girls choosing to be silent as they kissed each other passionately. Meg felt a brief moment of hesitation in Jan's kiss of her when she slipped her hand under Jan's tee and started stroking her flat stomach, her fingertips causing Jan's stomach muscles to ripple in response.
The hesitation was, indeed fleeting, because when she resumed her kissing with Meg, Jan was even more intense, sliding her tongue into Meg's mouth as Megan had done to her. And when Jan felt Meg's fingertips slowly crawling up her belly, towards her breasts, her only thought was that she wished Meg would hurry up and get there, for God's sake!
Not to worry, Meg's hands found Jan's C-cup breasts, softly fondling and feeling the perfect mounds of flesh, Jan's hardening nipples sending a shiver of satisfaction to Meg.
Feeling ever more confident with herself because of Janice's positive responses, Meg moved her lips to Janice's chin, then neck, her hand slowly lifting her bed-mate's tee shirt higher and higher until, at last, Jan's breasts were exposed.
Kissing the mounds of flesh as her hand softly caressed the mocha-colored tits of her classmate, her mouth soon slipped over a nipple, her mouth making small sucking motions which caused Jan's already hard nipples to hardened even more.
Holding Meg's head between her hands as Meg sucked and kissed her breasts, Jan moved her head side to side on her pillow, her horniness for more of this making itself known to her. She had never felt this level of horniness before, not even when she masturbated her need for sexual release.
"Oooooh," was all that Janice could manage to moan when she felt Meg's hand cup her pussy through her briefs, Jan's crotch humping to meet Meg's soft caresses of her snatch. Feeling Meg's hand slip into the top of her briefs, Jan pulled Meg's mouth from sucking her tits so that she could kiss her, kissing her hard, loudly moaning her arousal as she explored as much of Meg's mouth as she could with her tongue .
When Meg's fingertip brushed across her clit, Janice orgasmed, a small shiver of one, but damn near causing her to bite off Meg's tongue which was deep in her mouth as they kissed.
(patience, soft touches, gentle kisses)
Jo's voice cried inside of Megan's head, Megan trying oh-so-hard to be patient and to take her time as she kissed and touched Janice.
(slip it inside, not all the way, make me want it)
Tess' voice now commanded Megan inside of her head. With her mouth sucking lustfully on Jan's breasts, Megan slipped her finger into her classmate's unbelievably wet snatch, just to the first knuckle-joint of her finger, a gasp of surprise/pleasure coming from Jan's mouth.
Janice was crazy with desire now, out of control some would say as she writhed and twisted her body in excitement under Megan's mouth and hands on her body, Janice's hands rubbing furiously on Megan's back as her need for climax started pounding loudly in her head.
Sitting upright suddenly, Janice yanked her sleep-tee from her body, throwing it to the floor. Pulling Meg's tee from her as well, she tossed it to the floor to join hers, falling back onto the bed, pulling Meg to lay on top of her as she sucked Megan's tongue into her mouth, both girls grinding their pussies against the other's.
Keeping her hand beneath her body as she lay on top of Janice, Megan continued her fingering of Janice while they rubbed their breasts against each other's, their kissing noises very loud in the teenager's bedroom.
"Oooooooooh, ooooooooh, oh God, oh God....." Jan moaned lustfully when she felt Megan's finger slip just a tad bit deeper into her pussy.
Smiling to herself, Meg pulled her mouth from Jan's, her tongue tracing a trail to those gorgeous brown breasts, Jan's hands now finding Megan's tits to play with, to caress, to squeeze wantonly, the pleasure, for her, from another girl's tits in her hands, unbelievably crazy-hot.
As Megan slowly sucked on Jan's tits, she deftly slipped her finger under the waist band of her classmate's briefs, pulling them from Jan's hips, Jan lifting her ass from the bed so that Megan could do so.
Lifting her head from the sucking of those tasty brown orbs of flesh, Megan locked Janice's eyes with hers, staying locked as Megan slowly traced her tongue down Jan's flat, eighteen year-old stomach.
Oh, for sure, Jan knew where Meg was taking her mouth and tongue, knew for sure what Megan was about to do to her. Janice had never, ever, been eaten by anyone, much less another girl, but she knew what it was, she knew that she wanted it to happen, she knew, beyond any doubts, that she NEEDED it to happen, she needed to feel Meg's mouth on her pussy.
Spreading her legs for Megan's body as she licked lower and lower, Jan now leaned on both of her elbows, on the bed, looking downward, watching, waiting, wanting it sooooooo badly, her excitement growing when Meg was finally 'in place', Meg's hot breath on her pussy almost making her cry tears of joy, it felt so good.
For Megan, she had to restrain her desires, her need to feel Jan's pussy in her mouth so strong. Slowly, gently, Megan pried Jan's brown pussy-lips apart, Megan's eyes glazing over with lust at the sight of her quest.
Tess was right, it IS all pink on the inside.
Lowering her mouth to Janice's sopping wet snatch, the two girls kept their eyes on each other as she did so. And when Megan's tongue flicked across and around those delicious lips between Jan's legs, Janice moaned loudly, throwing her head back, closing her eyes as the most intense, delicious feeling of arousal wrapped itself around her body.
Keeping her body-weight on her elbows, Janice lifted her hands to fondle her own breasts, to play, to squeeze, her fingers pinching her own nipples hard as her classmate, lover, friend, did magical things to her sex with her mouth and tongue.
"Aaaaaah, no, yes, oh God!," Janice cried loudly, the first hint that she would not be, never be, a 'silent' sex-partner for anybody, her hips moving furiously fast against the chewing lips and tongue of Megan.
"Ooooooh, God, ooooooooh yesssssssss......." Janice shouted so loudly that it caused Megan to wonder if Janice's neighbors would hear her.
And, quicker than she wanted, much quicker, for she wanted these delicious feelings to last forever, Janice erupted with an orgasm that, literally, brought tears to her eyes of relief and satisfaction.
That's not all that her orgasm brought to their party.
When she climaxed, Janice's virgin pussy absolutely flooded Megan's mouth with juices, causing Megan to slurp and gulp as much of the juices as she could, she, herself, feeling a shudder of orgasm from all that was going on in the teenager's bed.
Oh, Sweet Jesus! thought Megan as she greedily sucked and swallowed her classmate's love juices, DAMN!, she tastes soooooooo wonderful, sooooooo deliciously good.
One right after the other, the hits kept on coming for Janice, each one causing her body to quake with joy, with lust, with desires that bounced around in her head, confusing her, delighting her, making her crazy, but, in a good way.
They lost track of time, both girls lost in the lustful sex between them until, realizing that her mouth and jaw was sore, really, really sore, Megan lifted her mouth from Janice's sopping wet, dripping crotch and snatch.
"Need to take a break, sweetie...need to give my mouth a rest," Megan said to her lover, lifting her head to say it, working her jaw to get the 'kinks' out, her lips, mouth and face slick with Janice's pussy juices.
Janice's response was quick, pulling Megan from between her legs and throwing Meg onto her back to lay next to her. Dropping her mouth to kiss Megan, she felt another shudder of a small climax when she tasted her own juices on Meg's mouth, on her tongue, the smell of her sex on Megan's face making her even more crazy with lust.
With no prompting from Meg, Jan placed her mouth over Megan's tits, sucking and licking and biting and going insane from the feel of the tits inside of her mouth, to her tongue. Jan had her hand between Meg's legs, rubbing her hand over Megan's pussy through her panties, squeezing the dampness and absolutely loving the feel of Megan's snatch to her palm and fingers.
"Me, I want to, tell me how......" Janice begged as her fingers and hands squeezed Megan's tits hard, her mouth making small bites to Meg's breasts, to Meg's belly, her need to 'taste' Megan the only thing on her mind.
"Take off my panties," Meg commanded/instructed her lover, Meg's breathing hard with excitement, Janice almost ripping Meg's briefs as she roughly pulled them from her body.
"Between my legs, move between my legs," Meg commanded further, spreading her legs wide so that Janice could do as told, then crossing her legs at the ankles around Jan's back afterwards, embracing Jan's body with her legs.
There was no further commands or instructions needed after that because, when Janice caught a whiff of the smell of arousal and sex from Meg's snatch, she lowered her head and literally sucked Megan's pussy-lips into her mouth, chewing, gnawing, fighting an insane desire within her to literally 'eat' the deliciousness that was Megan.
"Oh....girl.....just, just like that, oh MY GOD!!," Megan cried aloud, both of her hands holding onto the top of Jan's head as it bobbed up and down between her thighs, Megan's hips humping and grinding against her lover's mouth and tongue.
One, two, twenty, she just didn't know anymore and didn't care about how many orgasms she had; she just enjoyed them all, every last fucking one of them, her body shaking and quaking repeatedly.
Finally, they were exhausted, absolutely and positively whipped from their sex-play with each other. Laying together, both playing kissy-face with the other, they drifted into well-earned sleep and rest for their sex-ravaged bodies.
The next morning after waking, the girls showered together, neither able to keep their hands, fingers and mouths off of the other one. They dried each other, touching each other, getting each other aroused and desirious of fucking the other.
They ended their sleep-over that Sunday morning with a long and delicious act of sixty-nine, Megan's favorite position for girl on girl sex, the act of sixty-nine, now, something that Janice would dearly love, as well.
"When can I see you again?" Janice asked, her arms around Meg's neck, Megan's hands stroking Jan's hips, slowly, softly, their brows leaning against the other.
"We'll figure something out, baby, we will," Meg replied, punctuating her answer with a kiss to her Afro-American lover-girl.
"You do know that I liked what we did, don't you? You do know that, for me, it's not a one-time thing, you know that, right?" answered Jan, kissing Megan lustfully afterwards.
"Yes, I do....for me too," replied Ms. Megan.
"Promise me? Promise me that we'll see each other again, soon, you know, for some 'special time', promise?" Jan pleaded. She didn't want to sound needy but.....she was.
"Count on it, baby, you can definitely count on it," Megan said to her lover/friend, "this isn't close to being over for us," kissing Janice lustfully afterwards.
And, that, folks, was exactly what Ms. Janice wanted to hear from Ms. Megan, exactly what she needed to hear from Ms. Megan..... |
Hotel Encounter Fantasy | 14,452 | 4.5 | 507,790 | [
"hotel sex"
] | We meet in the lobby of a very expensive hotel. Our eyes meet and we smile shyly to each other. I gesture to the elevator and you follow. I make sure we are the only two in the elevator and push the button for the penthouse. Standing close to you I can smell your perfume, but I want a closer smell so I lean down and nuzzle your neck, drawing a giggle from you.
You're ticklish and try to squirm away from me, but I don't want you going anywhere so I put my hands on your hips and hold you firmly between me and the wall, and lean in to kiss your neck. The feeling of my lips against your skin elicits a sigh from you, and you relax and melt against my body. Your acceptance turns me on and it's then that you notice the bulge in my pants pushing against you. I nuzzle your neck and gently bite it, sucking on it, determined to leave a mark, a sign of this encounter. I work my way up your neck to under your ear, and flick my tongue on it, breathing heavily into your ear. You are also breathing harder now, knowing how worked up I've gotten just from touching you, and from the excitement of this feeling of lust that is building up inside of you.
You can feel a warmth growing inside and a wetness as I grind against you. You respond by spread your leg so that you can grind back against my thigh, rubbing that spot that is demanding ever increasing attention. I don't have to hold you in place anymore and my hand leaves your hips to wrap around your waist, my other hand coming up and holding your neck and I pull your head back. I look into your eyes for a moment and you can see the lust there. You know that once you're inside my room you're going to be used, and experience a kind of passion that you've missed for so long. You want it and you welcome it. I can see it in your eyes and that's when I kiss you hard, working my tongue against yours as your moan, grinding hard, pressing your body against mine. You're so hot and worked up, you could almost cum with only a little more grinding. \*DING\* The elevator doors opens....
\*DING\* The elevator door opens and I reluctantly release you from the wall, but I keep one hand on your ass. You take a moment to recover from the dizzying ride up, your head spinning from the heat of the kiss and warmth in your pants. My room is at the far end of the hall, and I gently guide you out of the elevator with my hand still firmly attached to your ass, squeezing it with my strong hands.
By the time we get to the door I already have my key out and unlock it. In one grand motion I open the door and motion you inside. The room is very big, with a huge central room and balcony, overlooking the city. You can't help but wander over to it and take in the breathtaking view. I allow you a moment to take it in. I was impressed when I first saw it too. After a moment however, my lust overwhelms my patience and I want you in my bed, moaning beneath me.
I walk over to you and put my hand directly on your crotch, rubbing where your most sensitive spot is. Your attention automatically snaps back to me and I look at you and whisper for you to follow me. I guide you to the bedroom with my hand never leaving from between your legs. The bedroom is a work of art, with a huge wooden bed with huge bedposts on each corner, with detailed designs carved into each one. Of course you don't notice much of that because as soon as we're in the room I pick you up and drop you onto the bed, pinning you down with my body as I repeat what we did in the elevator, grinding on you while I smother my mouth to yours, running my tongue all over yours. You haven't cooled down much and in no time you're feeling flutters in your stomach from the heat of the moment. I roll us over so you're on top and you quickly move down my body, a naughty smile on your face, running your hands over my chest and stomach as you make your way down to what you've been dying to see, and get your hands and mouth on.
With a smile I lay back and let you have what you want. Your hands work quickly on my belt and pants, unzipping them with practiced ease. You can't stand the anticipation as you pull down the last barrier between you and your target. Your eyes glaze as you see it, and you unconsciously lick your lips. It's already fully erect from all the playing we've done, and it's slightly bigger than average, more than enough to drive you wild. You place one hand on it and lick the tip, tasting it. It tastes so good, and it's going to feel even better in your mouth. Satisfied, you put your entire mouth on my cock, eager to run your tongue over it and feel it throb in your mouth. I let out a loud moan of pleasure. Damn your good. Pleased with my response, you suck my cock with enthusiasm, closing your eyes as you get lost in the absolute lust of being so wanton. I run my fingers through your hair and gently tug to the rhythm you've set. The wet sounds of your expert blow job echo loudly in the bedroom, and it turns us both on even more. Your other hand is working my balls, massaging them, trying to coax out a big load of cum. I can feel them tighten even as you work them. God you are amazing. After a few minutes of this I know I'm fighting a losing battle trying to restrain my first orgasm. In between moans I let you know that I'm about to cum, and in response you suck even harder and faster, determined to make me lose my control. Showing me your best move, you completely swallow my cock, and that's all it takes. I hold the back of your head still as I cum, pumping wave after wave into your mouth. You swallow like a pro, not letting anything escape. You're impressed by how much there is. Oh my god! I am finally spent and you move up beside me. You tell me that you knew you could do it. I smile at you, impressed and determined not to be outdone. Now it's your turn I tell you as I move down on you. Mmmmm.....you smile at my eagerness to return the favor....
I slowly ease my way down your body, kissing your skin. As I pass your breasts, I lightly flick my tongue across your nipples, bringing a shiver to you. I continue down to your stomach and hips, sucking on your hip and leaving a mark. Slowly I come to your sex, heat radiating from it. You moan in anticipation of what's next, knowing it's going to be so good. I kiss your lips, then with the tip of my tongue run along the edge of your pussy lips, teasing but not touching your clit. The teasing is fun for me but you want me to get right to it. I lift your thighs over my shoulders and grasp you by your hips so I pull you to me as I get ready to eat you out furiously.
I put the length of my tongue against your slit, rubbing your clit with the flat of my tongue. You are soaking wet, and I can smell your arousal, it fills my senses and drives me into full lust. I have to taste you now. I use my hands to spread you wide as I run my entire tongue from your asshole to your clit. You let out a deep moan, and I know you are enjoying this. I insert my tongue into your pussy and work my tongue in and out, fucking you with my tongue. Your clit is so big, waiting for it's turn. I flick it with my tongue, then wrap my lips around it and suck on it. You gasp with the sensations. I work my tongue back and forth, left and right, bringing you so close to cumming, but back off just enough to keep you on the edge. The more I build you up, the harder you're going to cum. I press a finger inside your pussy as I'm working your clit, and you moan your approval. I plunge my finger in and out like a miniature cock, licking your clit and pussy, making loud sloppy noises, and you love it. I decide it's time for you to cum, and I add a second finger, turning them so that I can rub directly on your g-spot and I lick your clit relentlessly. Your moans have turned into cries of ecstasy, the dual stimulation pushing you further and further toward your release. I start to moan into your pussy, the excitement, the lust, the pure sexual energy making my hardness throb painfully. I listen to your cries, to your breathing, and when your breath catches in your throat I know it's time to push you over the edge. I hook my fingers into your g-spot and rub it hard as I suck and flick your clit hard. Your entire body arches as you explode all over my face, drenching me in your cum. I continue to assault your clit and g-spot, prolonging your orgasm over and over. I can feel your pussy muscles clench around my fingers as wave after wave of sexual bliss pound you.
After a minute of intense cumming, you stop making noise and just jerk, so I withdraw my fingers and remove my tongue from your clit. You entire body is so sensitive the slightest touch is overwhelming. I'm very pleased. I come up and lay beside you, watching your face as you try to come back to consciousness. You finally open your eyes, but little tremors of afterglow still tense your body. How was that, I ask you. You smile weakly, unable to express the experience I put you through. Your hand wanders over to my cock, and you realize that I'm hard as rock and throbbing hard, pre-cum on the tip. I enjoyed that almost as much as you did, I tell you. I move between your legs and lift them over my shoulders, positioning the head of my throbbing cock against your soaking wet slit. Now cums the really fun part I say, as I gently push forward...
I push forward, nudging my head against your swollen lips. Your eyes lock onto mine, having barely recovered from your huge orgasm, you aren't sure you're ready for this. But I am. I put my hands on your hips and brace myself as I ever so slowly ease myself into you, my head easily slipping past your lips with a pop. Mmmm...so good. Your eyes widen as you feel me start to slip in, a feeling of fullness beginning to work it's way in. Your pussy is so wet from cumming that there's really no need to go slow besides the delicious torture it creates for us both. Your breathing is speeding back up as I push another inch into you, trying to maintain control over my speed and not give into pure animal instinct to drive into you with full force and speed, brutally taking your pussy. I breath slowly, and slip further into you. You feel so incredible, your pussy is not only soaking wet, but on fire with heat. I continue to slide deep inside you now, lifting up your ass at just the right angle to get the most penetration possible on the first thrust. Your eyes are wide open now and your breathing is fast and shallow as your feel me bottom out inside you, my cock buried completely inside you, so deep. You feel so full, so open and vulnerable with your legs spread wide over my shoulders, taking all my length.
You weren't sure you were ready, but you are ready now and you are loving it. You feel complete. My cock is throbbing deep inside you so hard that you can feel my heartbeat. I don't move. I don't want to move. You feel like heaven. I only want to stay still and bask in the feelings of perfect pleasure that I feel from being deep inside you. I could stay here in this place forever and be happy. I can feel your pussy flutter around my cock, the intense warmth making me sigh. I lean down and we kiss passionately, pressing lips together as our tongues entwine, moaning from the pure lust we are feeding each other. As we kiss I grind on your clit, and you moan loudly. You put your hands against my chest and push me out of our kiss and grind back on me, wanting more. I understand. I move my hands up from your hips, supporting myself as I begin to slowly work myself in and out of you, grinding on your clit with each stroke. Every inward thrust is slightly harder than the last, and your gasps of pleasure rise to match the wet sounds of our fucking.
Your head is back and your eyes are squeezed tightly shut as you focus completely on the incredible sensations of my cock plowing your hungry pussy. I maintain a steady rhythm, lost in the sweet sight of your body sprawled under me, taking everything I have to give you and wanting more. Your nipples are erect and so hard, and I have to taste them. I lower my head while continuing to fuck you, and wrap my lips around your left nipple. I suck it and flick my tongue on it, swirling circles on it and lightly grazing my teeth on it. Your moans give your approval. More, more, harder you whisper to me between moans. I lower my hips to fully grind against your clit as I hammer you into the bed, and you wrap your legs around me, digging your heels into my ass, trying to pull me even deeper inside you. You tell me that you're so close to cumming. I speed up my rhythm, fucking you as hard as I can with wild abandon. You let out a loud cry as the intensity drive you to a massive orgasm. Your hands grip the sheets and your mouth is open in a silent scream, your entire body wracked with spasms as you cum hard. I grasp your hips and continue to drive deep into you, fucking you through your orgasm. The sight of your cumming has me so hot within a few strokes I cum as well. I lose track of sights and sounds as my heartbeat drowns everything else out.
Stars float in front of my eyes and my breath catches in my throat. My orgasm is so intense that I feel every muscle in my body tense. You are still cumming as well, and the feelings of your pussy squeezing my cock intensify and prolong my orgasm. While you are cumming you feel me throb and cum and knowing that only fuels you. Finally after several long moments we drift back down, caught up in a haze of afterglow. I remain inside you for as long as I can, melting into you. We wrap arms around each other and sigh peacefully. Oh my god is all I can whisper to you, and you smile lazily and nod agreement. As we drift off to sleep I can only wonder how good the next time will be. |
Don't Do The Crime If... Ch. 03 | 18,163 | 4.5 | 1,621,787 | [
"lesbian bdsm",
"big tits",
"strap-on",
"lesbian",
"lesbian sex"
] | *It would be best to read chapters 1 and 2 to understand how I got into this mess. This chapter starts just after my neighbor that is blackmailing me forces me to lick her pussy (my first time).*
"You like the taste of my pussy don't you slut?"
"Yes Mistress."
"That's a good thing because you are going to get to taste it a lot. Now, follow me."
I followed Gwen to her bedroom. She walked me to the side of the bed and then told me to climb onto bed and get on my hands and knees, facing the bottom of the bed. She walked around to the side of the bed, to the night stand and pulled out two lengths of rope. She tied a small loop in one end of the rope and slid the other end through it and slid the larger loop she created over my left wrist. She tied the other end of the rope about half way up the bed post. Then she did the same to my other hand leaving me on my knees, bent over with my arms stretched between the two posts. As I said before, my tits are huge and with each little movement, they were swinging heavily beneath me.
Gwen stood at the end of the bed and reached down and at first, gently massaged each one. The longer she rubbed them the harder she squeezed them.
"Is this how you let Justin play with your big titties?"
"Yes Mistress."
"I'll bet he liked them."
"Yes Mist..."
Gwen squeezed my left tit roughly and slapped the right one hard.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" I screamed.
"Oh, my little Slut, you can't fool me, I know you like it rough. I saw how you liked it when Justin was squeezing your big tits. I'll bet you like it when I slap them don't you?"
Before I could say anything, Gwen began slapping my tits, one, then the other, several times. They were swinging wildly beneath me. She stopped for a moment and then slapped them again, this time making sure to hit my nipples. Each time it sent incredibly powerful and painful shocks through my system. It hurt, but it also felt good, a feeling I can't explain. My nipples were growing harder and my pussy was responding by leaking my girl cum down my thighs. I couldn't think straight. I could have tried to get my hands out of the loops and fight her but I didn't want her to stop. It was a confusingly powerful feeling but it was a clear message that I wanted what she was doing to me. I wanted her to use me.
Then she started asking me questions that she gave me no time to answer.
"I bet all the boys you dated in college loved playing with these big slutty tits, didn't they?" and "I bet your boyfriends all wanted to fuck these big tits and cum all over them didn't they?" All the while she was pinching and pulling on my nipples and squeezing and slapping my tits.
I was crying but not because it hurt. I was crying like there was some giant emotional and sexual release. I wasn't happy, I wasn't sad, I just let go and it came in the form of tears.
That's when I knew just how submissive I was. At that moment, I wanted her to use me in any way she wanted. I wanted to be her fuck toy, her cum slut. I wanted her, no, needed her, to make me her slut and I knew that I would willingly do whatever she wanted no matter how humiliating or how degrading. I knew at that moment that there was nothing I wouldn't do to please her. It all happened in an instant. It was like she flipped a switch in me. This was a side of me that I never knew existed.
I think she could tell what I was thinking. I couldn't look her in the eye but I could tell that she was looking at me, seeing right through me to that submissive part of me that I had kept hidden, deep down, out of sight. She knew then that I would be her slut for however long she wanted.
When my mind finally started to focus again, Gwen was still pulling on my nipples, pinching and stretching them and then releasing them. She pulled and twisted them until they were burning and then she would release them and slap them and then repeat.
I was close to cumming just from her torment of my sensitive tits when she suddenly stopped. She walked around to the side of the bed and I felt her hand slide down my back and onto my ass and then to my pussy.
"You are such a slut. Your cunt is dripping isn't it."
"Yes Mistress."
"Do you want to cum Slut?"
"Yes Mistress pleeeeaaasssee, I need to cum." I pleaded as she slid one of her fingers inside my slippery hole.
"I don't care what you want Slut. You belong to me now and you will cum when I tell you to cum. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
Mistress Gwen walked over to the closet and pulled a box from one of the shelves. She brought it over to the end of the bed and held it in front of me and flipped open the top. Inside there were three strap-on dildos.
There was a pink one. It was about six inches long and was relatively thin. It reminded me of my husband although I think he has a little more girth. The second was purple and was about eight inches long and was pretty thick with ridges along the shaft. The last one was black and looked to be at least ten inches long and was almost as big around as my wrist.
"Pick one slut. I'm going to fuck you and I am allowing you to pick which one I fuck you with. I will tell you that before we are done, I will use all of them on you and I will fuck you in all three of your slutty holes with each of them."
I looked at the big black one and couldn't image that thing in any part of me. I thought that I should choose the smallest but I also knew that wasn't the one I really wanted. I nodded toward the purple one that was eight inches and pretty thick.
Gwen smiled as I timidly asked for the medium sized dildo. She pulled it out of the box and stepped into the harness.
"I hope you like sucking cock as much as you liked eating my pussy because the first thing I'm going to do is fuck that pretty mouth of yours." She stepped up to the end of the bed, grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head toward her. She slapped the 8" purple cock against one cheek and then the other.
"Open your mouth Slut. I'm going to fuck your mouth with my pretty purple cock and you're going to take it like the slut you are."
"Yes Mistress."
"Now open up!"
I opened my mouth and Gwen push over half of the thick dildo into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, causing me to gag. She held it there allowing my throat to adjust to the size of her cock. After a moment she pulled out slightly and then once against pushed in, shoving another half inch into my throat. I started to gag but quickly adjusted. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to take that cock into my throat.
Gwen was becoming less patient and she started pulling out and pushing back into my stretched mouth at a faster pace.
"That's it Slut, let me fuck your mouth with my big cock."
I tried as hard as I could to take it further into my mouth but I kept gagging. Gwen seemed to be able to tell just when I had taken as much as I could before pulling out. Each time she pushed that thick cock into my mouth my saliva would leak out of the sides of my mouth. I could feel it running down my chin, long strings dripping down onto the bed, the floor and onto my tits, covering them with my own spit.
Now, her fist was wrapped around my ponytail as she fucked my mouth and held the long, thick cock deep in my throat, to a point where I couldn't breathe. Just when I thought I would pass out, she would pull all the way out and I would gasp for breath, sucking in the fresh oxygen before she filled my throat once again. I was scared but the lack of oxygen was causing me to slip into a weird state of euphoria.
Gwen pulled out of my mouth and slapped my face hard with her hand. I cried, my eyes now streaming with tears from the painful slap and the equally painful longing between my legs. I needed to cum but I knew that it was no longer my choice. My Mistress would decide when and if I get to cum.
"Do you want to cum Slut?"
"Yes, pleeeeeaaaase Mistress, please make me cum. You own my pussy and you will decide when and if I cum but I'm begging you." I pleaded.
"You're fucking right I own your sloppy cunt. Now spread your legs so I can fuck you like the bitch you are."
"Yes Mistress."
I spread my legs as far as I could. I felt my labia part and my juices leak out and drip from my slit. A stinging slap on my ass cheeks caused me to gasp just as Gwen shoved all 8 inches of her cock into my pussy.
"Aaanngggghhhhhhh!" I cried.
It wasn't that it hurt, I just wasn't ready for it. It felt so much bigger than my husband. It stretched the walls of my pussy and slammed against my cervix causing me to involuntarily pull away from her.
"Smack!" Another swat on my ass, much harder than the last one, made me jump again.
"Stay still Slut or I will get my paddle and truly beat your slutty ass until you are black and blue."
"I'm sorry Mistress."
"Shut up and take the fucking you deserve. I am going to pound your slutty cunt with this cock until you can't walk and you better not cum without my permission."
With that said, Mistress Gwen began to fuck me with her big fake cock. Her powerful thrusts hurt for only a few seconds before they started to really get to me. I went from painful pounding to begging her to fuck me even harder in just a few seconds. I was so wet that each time she slammed that big cock into me, I could hear my cunt squishing and could feel the juices running down the insides of my legs. I had never felt anything like that before. I had never had a cock that big before and I couldn't get enough of it. After only a few minutes I could feel my orgasm building quickly and powerfully.
"Please Mistress, may your Slut cum?"
"No."
I dropped my head and felt defeated. My orgasm was building and I didn't think that I would be able to stop it. When Gwen reached around and started rubbing my clit, I knew there was no turning back. I was going to cum. Just as I was about to explode, Gwen pulled out of me and spanked my right ass cheek hard. I looked up at her pleading.
"I need to cum Mistress. Pleeeeeaaaaasssseee."
"You were about to cum even without my permission weren't you?"
"Mistress, I'm sorry. I can't control it."
"I won't stand for disobedience from my slut. Now get up." She untied the ropes from the bed post and let them hang from my wrists.
"Yes Mistress."
I crawled to the side of the bed and lowered myself onto the floor where I stood with my head hanging, staring at my stockinged feet. I was still a little unstable from being that close to orgasm.
"I'm going to give you a choice Slut. You can go downstairs and just keep walking out the back door and I will send your sexy pictures out to everyone you know before you get to your own back door, or, you can go to the kitchen and find the three cucumbers I bought and bring me back the biggest, fattest one. Now go and either bring me back that big fucking cucumber or keep walking and hope the internet goes down for the next few years." |
Don't Do The Crime If You Can't Pay The Fine | 16,509 | 4.57 | 587,990 | [
"attacked",
"alley",
"clothes ripped off",
"fights back",
"self-defense",
"stranger"
] | *Thanks go to my editor for this story, VampGirl1991.*
\*
On Tuesday's, the local movie cinema has discounts on movies and popcorn. It's only $5 for the movies, except 3D, and $2 for small popcorns and small sodas. Not a bad deal. The cinema is only 7 blocks from my house, so if it's nice out I usually walk there and back home again. Tonight I met 2 friends there for a sci-fi movie around 7:30PM. I wasn't impressed with the movie, it was kind of lame.
We hang around after the movie and chit-chat for a while (we're girls, it tends to happen). We all have to work in the morning, so we say our goodbyes and head home. I walk along the main road toward home, mostly looking at the clear sky. I like this kind of night. It's a clear sky, crisp air, and all the shops are closed up for the night.
BAM!
I'm not sure what happened. It was a burst of pain on the back of my skull, a bright light shot through my eyes, and a deafening THUD that scaled down to horrendous ringing in my ears.
When I start to regain my senses, I realize I'm lying on my back, and the ground is very cold. My eyesight is hazy, but it seems darker here than it should be. This must be an alley off the street. There's someone on top of me! A wave of dread washes through me as I begin to understand that I'm in really big trouble.
I'm still disorientated, but I know that the man is pulling my sweatshirt off; I can feel it as it gets ripped off my arms and over my head. I take a breath and start to scream, hoping someone will hear me.
BAM! The man punches me in the face. He's saying something, but I can't focus enough to understand it. I feel him grab the neck of my blouse and rip it open all the way down. I take a breath to try and calm down, think, and focus. You can't do anything without thinking! My world stops again as I feel a cold, sharp point sliding down my chest. He has a knife against my skin. He slips it under my bra and pulls up, slicing my bra open.
His hands are on my breasts, squeezing hard. I remember some lessons from a self-defense course. I am not going to just lie here and let this happen. I push my hand against his chest, trying to push him off me. I notice another problem as I do this; I think the blow to my head is making me nauseous. I don't need this now. I clearly remember thinking to myself [Focus, you idiot. Take this fucker out. Stick to the training.]
As expected, the man grabs my hands and pulls them down to my side. He snarls something nasty at me. That's what I wanted him to do. Self-defense 101: pull one hand down to put him off balance, lurch up with your hips and twist until you dislodge the attacker. And it works like a charm.
I push my upper body away from him, put one leg forward and brace it against the ground, and kick him with the other. I feel my foot connect, I hear the sound of the impact, but the moment of joy I should have felt was interrupted by another wave of nausea from moving so quickly. I have to try to get up. [Get up, bitch! We aren't done yet.]
I stagger to my feet; the man is just starting to get up. I step forward and kick him again. I only get one kick in, the man rolls away and I bend over to keep from losing my popcorn. I have to take a few deep breaths. The man starts charging me; I sidestep, but not enough. He slams into my left side, as my right hand grabs at his neck. His weight is pulling me down. I land hard on my knees, more pain I didn't need right now.
The man grabs my hand and tries to get it to release his neck. So I start punching him in the face with my left hand. He does some kind of spin and I can't keep hold of him, but his nose is bleeding now. [Good girl.]
I see him grab the knife off the ground. [Oh shit! Think. Think.] My foot is resting on something; it's my sweatshirt. I grab it and stand up, wrapping it around my left hand and forearm. Not much of a shield, but it's better than nothing.
He looks really angry now, as he wipes the blood off his face. He looks me up and down. He tells me how nice my tits are and how much I would have enjoyed it, but now he's just going to have to kill me instead. [He's a dumb fucker, too. Girls don't like to be raped.]
He makes a couple slashes with the knife. I back away, trying to avoid them, one hand trying to keep the front of my blouse closed. There's not much room in the alley, and my balance isn't the greatest. [Don't let him run this. Take charge.]
I lunge forward with my wrapped left hand, pushing it toward his stomach. He takes the bait and commits to striking at the hand. [Like I said: Stupid fucker.] My hand moves to the outside, and I start my kick. My legs are my strongest asset right now. I'm going to use them every chance he gives me. He doesn't have time to stop his lunge as my foot comes up and connects with his chest. I'm slightly off center, but I hear a definitive CRACK, like a large tree branch snapping in two. [Good girl. That's gonna hurt and slow him down.]
He drops the knife. I smile a little as I hear him groan, but then he quickly charges me again. I wasn't ready this time and he hits me squarely. I feel myself falling. The pain shoots down my left arm to my elbow as my shoulder slams into the cement. I'm on my side and the man is straddling me. He starts punching me in the stomach. In a burst of speed I swing around with my right elbow, and it connects with something near his head. He falls off me, and I know I did some damage to my elbow.
The man is on his stomach, on the ground. His hands are covering his neck. I'm having real trouble breathing, but I know I can't stop. I roll over, and crawl over to him. My left arm is numb and not working very well. So I punch him in the head with my right arm. He doesn't get up or fight back. I see a lot of blood pooling in the alley under him. He's making gasping noises as he tries to breathe. I think I might have damaged or even crushed his windpipe.
I climb on his back and wrap my right arm around his neck and pull back. He grabs my forearm and starts squeezing it. I keep pulling back on his head. His finger nails start digging into my skin. [Do it. Do it. Do it.]
The man is still making gurgling sounds, and his hands are still trying to get my arm off his neck. I force my left arm to grab my other wrist. I brace my legs against the ground. I brace my stomach, and my back. I force my shoulders back. I take a deep breath, and pull. I pull with every ounce of power I have left.
His head draws back and stops. I pull for what seems like an eternity, but probably only a second or two. I dig deep and bring up one last burst of strength. There is a SNAP. The man's head goes back farther than I could even imagine. I release his head and fall off him. I smell the sharp odor of urine. I stare at him a while to make sure he isn't moving. Finally, I crawl to my sweatshirt, and search for my phone. When I find it, I call 9-1-1.
\*
*(This is NOT a real story. I keep reading the same non-consent stories where the victim eventually enjoys getting raped. Women don't enjoy getting raped.
Reading non-consent erotica is legal, I even enjoy them. But if you want to try to replicate some of these stories in real life, just remember women are getting stronger and more independent every day. We don't like to be raped. You might be the one to end up face down in an alley.)* |
Fox and Guests Pt. 02B | 16,492 | 4.64 | 720,827 | [] | **4 On-Air Personalities who want to be Cheerleaders**
Three smiling blondes and a vivacious redhead stood before the camera in Baltimore Raven cheerleader outfits. They were Erin Andrews, Clarissa Thompson from ESPN, Win McMurry, the innocent looking girl next door from The Golf Channel and Molly Line, the redhead with the most gorgeous blue eyes from Fox News.
Erin Andrews spoke up; "Welcome everyone to the second day of Fox & Guests FFFF show. For those of you who haven't seen the program yet, FFFF stands for Foxy Female Fantasy Forum. This was a direct fantasy of both mine and Clarissa. Win and Molly had the fantasy to try out to be a professional football cheerleader, Clarissa and I wanted the same, but with a real wild sexual component intertwined with the cheerleader fantasy. After the fantasy began, we persuaded Molly and Win to combine our fantasies and they were, after a little urging, on-board with Clarissa and my fantasy. We hope you enjoy watching out taped fantasy as much as we enjoyed trying out and completing our wild fantasy."
Erin and Clarissa entered the field-house in Foxboro where the New England Patriots were entertaining open auditions for the upcoming season for cheerleaders. They immediately noticed two other cable TV on-air personalities, Win McMurry and Molly Line, both were wearing cropped-top t-shirts and form fitting tights, same as Clarissa and Erin were wearing. They approached Win and Molly and Clarissa spoke up; "Well hello there Win I didn't expect to see you here. Are the two of you actually going to try out to be Patriot cheerleaders?"
Molly with a huge smile looked at the two blondes from ESPN; "Sure are Clarissa, looks like the competition will be really stiff with the two of you here. Are you here covering the tryouts or REALLY trying to make the team?"
Erin threw her arm around the equally tall redhead; "Well Molly we definitely are here to tryout, but at the same time have a very big ulterior motive to be here!"
Molly had a befuddled look on her face; "Now you peeked my interest, what are you here for other than making the cheerleading team?"
Both Erin and Clarissa smiled slyly at her and Win; "You'll just have to go along with us to see what we're up to. I guarantee if the two of you are adventurous, you'll have one hellava time!"
Molly looked at Win; "What do you think Win?"
Win giggled; "I'm game if you are Molly, we went this far putting ourselves out here to be humiliated on the field, might was well go all out!" Turning to Clarissa and Erin, she flashed them her largest smile; "I'm in, what do we do?"
Molly threw her arms up; "What the hell, I'm in too, so what's the deal?"
Clarissa stepped closer to them; "Nothing yet, we all need to make it through the first cut today to make sure our REAL fantasy begins, are you all prepared for the grueling workout?"
They all nodded and got in line for the auditions to begin. Over the next three hours they were all put to the test, but seeing all four of them were in rather good shape and Erin's dance experience on TV helped. Clarissa and Win both were on cheerleading teams in college as was Molly in high school. When the day's cuts came the four of them all made the cut.
Erin pull Win and Molly aside and they spent extra time with the director of cheerleading. Molly soon realized that this was Erin's plan to stay back and allow the other participants to shower, dress and leave the area where they were allowed to clean-up before the four of them headed back to shower.
On the other end of the field house the team was just finishing up pre-season drills and they began to break-up and head to their showers and head home.
This is where it dawned on Molly what Erin and Clarissa's fantasy was, to slip into the shower and have some of the players join them. It still hadn't dawned on Win, but being a reporter and past-time anchor on Fox she figured it out.
The four of them got to the locker room and they stripped down and with towels around them headed into the showers. All four of them had their hair clipped up to keep dry and when they entered the shower Erin and Clarissa pulled off their towels and stepped under the steaming hot spray.
Their tall taut bodies were quickly soaking wet and they stepped closer together and with their palms filled with liquid soak they both reached out and began soaping up the other's shoulders and upper arms. Stepping even closer, their fat nippled breasts brushed erotically back and forth.
Erin turned her head towards Molly and Win; "Come on and join us, the water's fabulous, we won't bite!"
Clarissa and Erin giggled as Clarissa replied; "Well we will if you'd like, but not hard!"
Molly looked at Win and nodded slowly. She tossed her towel to the bench and slid over to the shower beside Erin, Win followed and with her being several inches shorter than the other three she had to raise her head to meet them eye to eye.
Win took the shower next to Molly and turning it on she jumped when Molly took her hand in hers; "No use wasting all that water, we can share just like Erin and Clarissa are, what do you say?"
Win's fair lily white skin turned a bright shade of red when she blushed and turned a deeper shade when she joined Molly under the hot spray.
Molly's fair skin turned red too from the hot spray and when she began soaping up her tall lithe body, Win couldn't take her eyes off the tiny red patch of hair atop her bright pink lipped pussy.
Erin and Clarissa were now washing each other's breasts and when Win saw this she leaned in towards Molly and whispered in her ear; "Molly look at those two, they're touching each other's breasts, and it looks very, very erotic!"
When she made this move her own tight nippled breast brush against Molly's arm. They both noticed it and Molly looked down at the contact and slowly looked up into Win's gorgeous blue eyes and it made Win shutter in anticipation. She swayed back and forth a couple of times, her arm brushed back and forth across Win's now even stiffer nipples. Molly bit her lower lip and in a husky voice asked Win; "If you would like I can wash your back for you, just turn around?"
It was Win's turn to lick her lips and take a real deep breath. This caused her large breasts to perk up even more. Without saying a word she turned around and swept the few stray strands of light blonde hair from her neck and waited patiently to feel Molly's soap covered hands on her tense sleek back.
Erin and Clarissa were now locked in a heated embrace, their mouths were locked together and their tongues were darting from one oral cavity into the other. Their hands were sliding up and down each other's tapered backs and as they ground their tits and pubic mounds together their hands gripped and squeezed their equally tight firm asses.
Win let out a tiny gasp when she felt Molly's slim fingers come in contact with her heated slick flesh. Goose bumps popped up when they traveled down her shoulders to her shoulder blades and her spine. A moan escaped her lips when she felt the fingers apply greater pressure to her lower back and came to rest on her trim, slim hips.
With her hands on Win's hips she pulled her tighter against her taller slim body. Placing her mouth close to Win's ear she caught her earlobe between her lips and tugged slightly. Win jerked and rubbed her gorgeous ass a little harder against Molly's tiny red bush. Molly let go of her earlobe and whispered; "Win look how Erin and Clarissa are going at it!"
Win turned her head and let out a gasp when she saw the two women locked in a heated embrace, their tits squashed against one another and their hands working feverously between each other's thighs.
Win felt Molly's hot breath on her cheek and turning a little more their lips were inches apart. Molly's soap covered hands slid up Win's ribcage and as they grazed the lower slopes of her huge tits, Molly felt Win's lips part and slowly cover her own. Her tongue slowly poked out and came in contact with Win's tongue.
Win's tongue became more active when she felt Molly's hands come up and completely encompass Win's huge tits. Even though Molly had large fingers, she still could not cover Win's large mounds of flesh. At that time Win lost all inhibitions and her hands reached back and gripped the back of Molly's head and pulled her face harder against her invading tongue.
Win let out a squeal when all of a sudden she felt a tongue flicking out along her naked pussy. She tried to break the kiss to see who was licking her pussy, but Molly held her in place.
Molly increased the kiss holding her head in place with one hand while her other hand continued to maul her large firm tit.
By now with the tongue parting her swollen, wet pussy lips and coming in contact with her clit, she lost all sense of rational thinking. The lust building in her loins and the tongue bringing her closer and closer to orgasm, her only thought was how bad she needed to cum right now.
Molly slowly released Win and Win let out a gasp when she looked down and saw Tim Tebow's smiling eyes looking up into her lust filled eyes. She was too far gone now to even try and stop him, which she didn't want to do anyways! She started to lose her balance and Molly holding onto her, the two of them slowly slipped to their knees and Tim adjusted himself between Win's thighs and continued to eat her lush dripping pussy.
Molly turned her head to the side and came face to face with a naked tight end with an extremely tight end, Rob Gronkowski. Pointing directly in her face was his stiff and very thick cock. It had to be at least eight inches long and at least four inches around. He had to be at least six foot six and very solid, especially his cock.
Molly instantly let go of Win and she fell back to the shower floor. Molly reached out and poured a dollop of liquid soap into her palm. She wrapped her hand around his cock and started sliding it up and down his cock and cupping his balls, she worked the soap into them. Turning towards the shower spray, she rinsed the soap from his cock. She replaced the soap with her mouth and sucked several times up and down. She re-soaped his cock and rinsed again. Sucking it after it was all clean again. Over and over and over again she did this.
Rob fisted his fingers in her long red hair. It tumbled down out of its clip and it was instantly drenched from the water pounding down on her. Her mouth was filled with his cock; her large translucent blue eyes stared up at him while her tongue flicked across the mushroom head. He let out a load groan and couldn't hold off any longer. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and started painting her face, hair, neck and chest with his huge load. She licked up as much as possible before the water washed it down the drain.
Win was on her back; Molly was laid out beside her recuperating from that huge load Ron covered her with. Win was nearing her fourth orgasm from Tim's extraordinary oral skills. She turned towards Molly, both of their silky long hair entwined on the shower floor as their lips locked together.
Rob looked down at Win's lush body and back to Tim; "I thought you were a virgin Tim?"
Tim pulled out from between Win's cum coated thighs and pussy, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand that was covered in Win's thick creamy cum; "I was until I started playing in New York. Taylor Swift rode me nearly every night for nearly six months. She had a tough time taking my cock in that tiny pussy of hers, but once she did, we both lost our virginity and never looked back. I'm going to love filling Win's tiny pussy too.
Molly watched as Rob straddled Win and laid his thick cock between her huge tits and pushing them together began tit fucking her. With the water beating down on them, soap covering her tits and Rob's huge cock sliding back and forth between those luscious orbs, Win was groaning constantly, her head rolled from side to side.
Tim scooted up and positioned his even thicker cock at the entrance to her oozing pussy. Slowly entering her, he heard her groan out even louder. She was moaning constantly as Tim fed more and more of his cock into her tiny pussy.
She tried desperately to wrap her shapely legs around his back, bit with all of the water and soap covering her she finally gave up and just thrust her pussy harder and harder up against his invading body.
They both came at the same time and shortly after that Rob came again covering Win's tits and face with his hot cum.
Across from them Erin and Clarissa were busy with two of the other players from the team. Erin's hair had fallen and Tom Brady was behind her. He had her plastered against the shower wall; water was pounding down on both of them. Tom had her hair gathered in his hands he was pulling on it as he slammed his nine and a half inch cock in and out of her from behind. He had one leg up to nearly her waist. He was pulling on it as he drove deep into her cunt.
Erin was squashed against the wall, her large ballooning tits were flattened out. She was moaning loudly as she spat out encouragements' "Oh fuck me Tom, I can see why you're the leader of the offense. Oh fuck, your cock is going in so god damn deep. Faster, faster go nice and hard; oh fuck harder, harder oh shit I'm going to cum!"
Tom pulled harder on her hair and turning her head to the side he covered her mouth with his own and shoved a tongue deep into her hot cavern. They swapped spit as he went faster and faster until he felt her cunt tighten around his cock and felt a hot gush of her cum cover his cock. He couldn't hold off after that and biting down on her lower lip filled her cunt with his potent cum. They slumped to the floor and lay they as the water cascaded all over they exhausted bodies.
While they were busy not far from them Vince Wolfork was laying flat on his back Clarissa was straddling his huge three hundred plus black body. Her extremely long blonde hair was flying around her gorgeous tanned lush body. Her huge tits was bouncing and swaying from side to side, up and down as she rode his large black cock.
He drove upward meeting her every downward thrust. His large black hands reached up and began mauling her huge tits. He twisted her fat nipples and thumbed her large quarter sized areolas. He dropped one hand down to her pussy and began to diddle her clit. This brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. Cupping her tight ass in his large hands he guided her up and down on his incredibly large black cock. He closed his eyes as he felt a rumbling in his balls and knew he was going to cum soon. He opened his eyes and watched Win taking on both Rob and Tim and he lost it. Driving his cock upward hard and holding it there he ground his hips from side to side and started shooting his cum into her pussy.
Clarissa let out a loud scream when she felt him cumming and exploded around his black shaft. She fell against him, feeding him her tits to lick and suck on. She went directly into another orgasm as he sucked and continued to pump upward into her slippery tight cunt.
As the eight of them disengaged Tom Brady stood before the hot, steamy shower spray as he cleared the remainder of his fucking of the gorgeous Erin Andrews. Turning to her and the other women who all looked extremely sexy and dripping wet he began to laugh; "Well ladies you all look soaking wet and slightly worn out. If you get it all together, how about the eight of us taking this party to my place? I'm a bachelor for the week-end and would love to make-up for lost time.
Surprisingly Win was the first to speak up; "I'm in, how about you Molly?"
All Molly did was nod furiously and turned to Erin and Clarissa. They both responded that they were in and Erin added; "We'll meet you guts there. The four of us will be going to my place to change and get ready for the evening. How about we meet you there at six?"
Tom Replied; "Sounds good, come on guys we have to hit the liquor store first, we'll see you all at my place at six, got my address?"
Erin smiled; "Oh yes, I know exactly where you live, come on ladies, I believe I have clothes to fit all of us, see you guys at six!"
They dried off, dressed and headed to Erin's place to get ready for the wild night ahead for the eight of them. As the women got in Erin's car, Clarissa and Win slipped into the back. Molly took shotgun while Erin drove. As Erin pulled away, Clarissa pushed Win onto her back and easily pulled Win's top off along with her tights.
Clarissa whipped off her top and shimmied out of her tights and climbed up on top of Win. The two of them quickly buried their head in the other's crotch.
Molly looked back and was instantly wet. As Erin hurried to her apartment, Molly scooted over and laid her head in Erin's lap. Tugging down on Erin's tights, Erin arched her back allowing Molly to pull them down to her knees.
Erin spread her legs as wide as possible and Molly wormed her way down and began licking at Erin's juicy pussy. Molly's hand slid upward and under her crop top and tweaked her stiff nipples as she ate away at Erin's pussy.
Erin jerked several times and bathed Molly's mouth with her cum. Pushing her away she slipped her tights back on and with one swift move pulled her SUV to the curb and with Win and Clarissa still locked in a torrid sixty-nine; Erin hopped out and hurried into the sporting goods store.
She exited ten minutes later and tossing Molly the large bag she took off to her place. She was soon parking in her underground parking space and she had to pull Clarissa off of Win and told them to dress and meet Molly and her up in her apartment.
By the time Win and Clarissa got into the apartment, Erin and Molly were in the master bathroom preparing for tonight's party. Both of them were naked and Molly was working on Erin's hair. She got it up into a tight bun atop her head and Erin worked on her make-up.
Erin worked on Molly's hair and decided to keep it down, but put a slight curl on the ends of her long silky red tresses.
Win and Clarissa put their hair up and took a quick shower together cleaning up after their steamy get-together in the back of the SUV. Once out they dried off and worked on each other's hair.
Clarissa brushed out Win's long platinum blonde hair and pulled it back from her face and put it in a tight, high ponytail.
Win loved the wavy light blonde hair on Clarissa and using a curling iron touched up the already sexy curl laden tresses that hung down past the large swaying breasts before her.
Erin picked up the large bag and smiled at the other three women; "I knew there would be a fight over which one of us got which guy so I stopped off and picked up the jersey corresponding to each of our studs. Seeing Clarissa and I planned this fantasy, we pick first. Seeing Molly and I got busy in the car, she picks third. Sorry Win, you get the one that's left!"
Win smiled back at Erin; "That's okay with me, as long as I get one of those gorgeous specimens, I'm fine with that!"
Erin picked up the bag, opened it and held it out to Clarissa; "Alright Clarissa, you go first!" She reached in and pulled out the first jersey, it was "Number 5"- Tim Tebow. She jumped up and down her huge tits bounced and swayed as she slipped into the jersey.
Erin was next and she drew out "Number 87" -- Rob Gronkowski! "Mmmm just what I wanted, I saw you with him earlier Molly and he looked huge, all over! Okay Molly you pick next and Win gets what's left!"
Molly reached in and pulled out the blue jersey of "Number 75 -- Vince Wolfork! "Oh my fucking god, I can't wait to get there and ride that big black cock. I sure hope Tom has a hot tub. I want to eat your pussy in there Erin while Vince fucks me from behind!"
Erin giggled wildly; "I'm sure he has one and that sounds like a plan. That means you get "Number 12" -- Tom Brady, Win. Let's put on the jerseys, slip into some fuck-me heels and get going!"
Erin pulled into Tom Brady's circle drive and all four of them piled out. Erin rang the doorbell and when Tom opened the door, the other three guys were standing behind him. All of their eyes were glued to the four pair of gorgeous legs standing before them. Erin laughed; "Are you guys going to just stand there and stare at us or you going to invite us in. I believe it's going to look a little odd to the neighbors if we strip out here on your front lawn!"
Tom closed his mouth and stuttered; "Aw yeah, yeah, come on in please. Follow the guys out to the patio. I kicked up the hot tub just in case anyone wanted to use it."
Molly had a huge smile on her face and giving Erin a high five she yelled out; "Yessssssssss!"
The all settled down in the lounge chairs on the patio. When they sat down, with only the huge jerseys on, their incredible legs were on display. A hint of panties were shown by Clarissa and Win, while Erin and Molly flashed their bare pussies to the four highly excited football players.
Tom passed out drinks and looked over at Win and smiled; "I see the four of you are wearing our jerseys, is there some kind of relevance to this?"
Win stood and moved over to him. She straddled his legs and placing her drink on the table beside him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Breaking the kiss she looked into his eyes; "Well Tom, Erin purchased these jerseys after leaving the field house. We had a drawing and we're matched up with the corresponding jerseys, surprise I was lucky enough to get yours.
He gripped the bottom of his jersey and pulled it up and off her lush body; "Well if that's the case Win, I want my jersey!" He tossed it aside and covered her mouth with his own. Tom's kiss was a lot more insistent than Win's and reaching up he pulled roughly on her tight ponytail. When he did this it made her head pull back and he attacked her long graceful neck.
Goosebumps broke out all over her body and she leaned into his kisses. She let out a low groan when his other hand cradled one of her huge tits in the palm of his hand. She reached down and freed his huge cock from his sweats and twisting her body around she began to pump his cock up and down in her tiny hand.
On the other side of the patio Vince stood up and walked over to Molly; "I see you're wearing my jersey, does that mean we're matched up?"
She stood up and pressed her lithe body against his hulking black form. Planting her bee-stung red lips to his, her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and then withdrew; "Sure does my black lover, how about you, me and Erin slip into the hot tub? I'd love to have you fuck me doggy while I eat her out!"
He flashed her his pearly while teeth and all he could do was nod. He led her by the hand to the tub and reaching up her yanked his jersey from her slender toned body.
Molly kicked off her heels and stepped up into the tub. Just as she was about to settle in the water Vince gripped her by the hips and holding her firmly in his large back hands, he leaned forward and buried his face in her lily white, tight compact ass. His tongue flicked out and stabbed at her tiny puckered hole.
Molly let out a loud growl and pushed her ass harder against his invading tongue. She moaned even louder when his hand slipped around and cupping her pussy, dipped one finger into her moist slit while his thumb flicked back and forth across her stiff blood red clit. She nearly came and they barely began. Tossing her long silky red hair over her shoulder, she mustered up as much strength as possible and broke free and settled down in the water.
Erin tore off her number 87 jersey, kicked off her heels and pushing her way past Vince followed the naked Molly into the hot bubbling water. She planted a hot wet kiss on Molly's lush lips and slid up one side of the tub. She smiled from ear to ear and crooking her finger at Molly; "Okay you sexy redhead, you teased me in the car, threw out intentions in my apartment, now I'm cashing in on your promises!"
Molly let out a tiny squeal and leaning in, threw Erin's shapely legs over her shoulders. The bottom ends of her hair floated in the hot water and she ignored it and began to plant tiny nips and wet kisses on the sensitive flesh on Erin's inner thighs.
Erin jerked with each nip and when she did that, more of Molly's gorgeous red hair got wet. Erin combed her fingers through Molly's hair and pulling at the back of her head gathered her partially wet locks and rested them on her damp back.
Molly zeroed in on Erin's pussy and using her thumbs, she parted Erin's large fat lips and inhaled the exotic scent and sticking her tongue out she lazily licked up and down the exposed flesh of Erin's juice coated inner walls. She stabbed deeper and clamping her mouth over the tasty cunt she was rewarded with another gush of cream that Erin deposited in Molly's sucking mouth and delving tongue.
Just then Erin jerked violently several times and now Molly's hair was nearly covered in the hot water.
Molly looked up at Erin with those gorgeous blue eyes and shook her head from side to side; "What the fuck, so much for getting my hair all nicely done for tonight's party. Might as well get it done once and for all!" With that she took a deep breath and dunked her head under the water and came up looking like a sexy water nymph. Her red hair clung to her head and she swept it back and once again dove in to resume eating Erin's pussy.
She let out a loud grunt when she felt Vince settle in behind her and wrapping his arm around her waist, thrust his hips forward and buried his huge black cock into her tight pussy. His other hand slid higher and began to play with her firm tits; he had to share as Erin was also playing with them.
Vince couldn't believe how hot and tight her pussy was as he picked up the pace. He fucked her faster and deeper and with each inward thrust he could feel her cunt muscles tighten and clutch at his cock. He normally could fuck like this forever, but with her tight pussy, her lily white body and her gorgeous wet red hair fanned over her back he had to slow or he would have blown his load already.
Above Erin, Rob was standing outside the tub, he was thrusting his hips back and forth, he was driving his cock in and out of Erin's mouth.
Her tongue flicked along the shaft as in slid in and out and she gripped his tight-end, which he was. She had already came once from Molly's expert licking and was quickly racing towards yet another orgasm.
Molly sucked harder as she herself was on the verge of cumming from Vince's hot cock sliding in and out of her spasming pussy. She felt Erin stiffen and bathe her tongue once again, she started cumming, her cunt tightened around Vince's cock and felt him explode. The first rope of cum filled her womb. She pulled away from Erin, dropped to her knees in the hot water of the tub and gripping Vince's cock stroked it repeatedly as his continuing orgasm covered her perfect face and neck with his cum.
When Erin saw this she slid off the edge of the tub and joined Molly in the tub. Molly shared Vince's cum with Erin and when Vince finished cumming he fell back into the water and just lay there basking in the glory of one best orgasm he had ever experienced.
When Erin and Molly finished kissing and sucking Vince's cum from each other's face, they turned their attention to Rob. They dragged him into the tub and Erin pushed him onto his ass. Straddling his cock that was as stiff as a board, she settled down on it. She bounced up and down, the waves she was causing made half of the water to splash out of the tub.
Molly encircled Erin's lush body and played with one of her firm tits while Rob feasted on the other one. Molly pulled pin after pin out of Erin's tight bun and it slowly came undone.
Erin let out a groan as her hair cascaded over her shoulders, tits and back. As she continued to ride Rob's cock, she leaned back and with Molly holding her back she slowly lowered Erin back until her long blonde hair was completely drenched in the hot bubbly water. With one swift thrust upward, Erin whipped her head out of water and completely flung her wet hair all over the patio.
Rob unable to control himself started to fill Erin with his hot cum. Erin came too and she slid off of Rob and pulling him to his feet, Erin came as Rob covered their faces with his hot cum, just like Vince did. Just like Vince did, once spent, fell to the molded seat and along with Vince watched the two water nymphs lick and suck each other clean
Across the patio Clarissa was bent over the glass tabletop, her jersey was up around her neck. Tim was behind her and was fucking her deep and hard. His hands seemed to be all over her at once. He was slapping her tight ass, then he was sliding upward cupping her tight firm tits, he twisted her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Letting go he gathered her long curly light blonde hair in his fist and pulling back he drove even harder and faster.
Clarissa was moaning so loudly, it echoed across the entire backyard and grounds; "Oh fuck me harder Tim, I'm so fucking happy you decided to lose your virginity and fuck Taylor. I have to say you caught on almost as fast as quarterbacking!"
Tim chuckled; "You should know Clarissa, you're one of the best college sideline reporters and now I have to say you're one of the best pussies I've ever been in, but enough talking, how about a little more fucking!"
"Mmmmmmm sounds perfect, how about going over to the pool. Nothing I love better than sucking and fucking in water!"
She let out a screak when he pulled out of her and picked her up like a feather and carried her over to the huge pool.
Tom had taken Win back into the sunken family room just off the patio. He was spread out wide on the plush sofa and Win was plastered to his firm, solid body. Her mouth was filled with his stiff cock, while Tom had his head buried between her slim thighs. His tongue was stiff and was stabbing in and out of her weeping pussy. When he felt her wrap her legs around his neck he smiled to himself as he had a rush of excitement coursed through his body. Tom held her legs in place and with his extraordinary strength he stood up and wrapping his arms around her hips, held Win and place and started eating her pussy with an increased vigor.
Win let out a squeal and grasping his ass in her tiny hands, she began sucking his cock like it was going to be the last cock she even got her lips around. Her tongue whipped out and ran up and down, up and down and popping it back into her mouth she sucked it even harder and deeper. She pumped wildly as she made more and louder obscene noises. Her long silky light blonde hair hung down, nearly to his ankles and it swayed back and forth as she continued to fuck his fat stiff cock in and out of her oral cavity. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when he sucked harder on her clit and stuffed one large index finger up her puckered asshole.
Win suddenly stiffened and nearly swallowed his cock whole and began to squirt. She had never cum so had and never squirted before. She was in sensory overload and her entire body broke out in a sweat and she couldn't stop shaking as wave after wave coursed through her body as her orgasm took over her tiny compact lush body.
Tom had never felt anyone take him completely down their throat before and when he felt her throat muscles tighten around the head, he lost it and began to pump his thick, heavy load into her belly.
Win moaned and nearly passed out as she felt his cock swell up in her throat and dump his load down her throat. She went into yet another orgasm when she felt him cumming from her vigorous sucking.
Even though he was in perfect physical shape, his knees turned to Jell-O and had to sit down. When his orgasm subsided he dislodged his cock from Win's throat and spinning her around, flopped down onto the sofa with Win settling down on his lap and she snuggled her glistening body against his, her head resting on his sweat covered, heaving chest.
After they rested, Tom cradled Win in his arms and standing, walked naked outside and standing at the deep end of the pool, he jumped in with Win in his arms. Win barely had time to scream and when she hit the water she held her breath. The two of them pushed off the bottom and came up splashing and laughing.
Win wrapped her arms around Tom and crushed her lush dripping wet body against his and covered his mouth with hers. Her tongue darted into his mouth and wrapping her legs around his waist she located his cock and slipped it into her tight slick cunt.
On the other side of the pool Clarissa was standing in the shallow water near the pool's edge, she had Tim's long strong muscled legs around her body. Her head was buried in his crotch; her mouth was leisurely sliding up and down his thick stiff cock. Her one hand cupped his hairy nut sack, while her other hand stroked his cock spreading her saliva all over his cock.
Tim was leaning back on his elbows, but when she started sucking harder he rose up and stroked her long blonde locks. The ends were wet from the pool and his eyes caught hers; "Oh fuck yeah Clarissa, I'm going to cum if you keep on sucking like that!"
She stopped suddenly and shook her head from side to side; "Oh no you don't; I want this gorgeous cock in my cunt. Now climb in here and fuck me doggy, I just love being fucked in the water and it's even better from behind!"
Tim pulled his legs from her body, stood up and dove into the water splashing her when he did so. Breaking the water's surface he was behind her in a flash. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he slid upward and cupped her fat nippled tits and squeezed and pulled her back against him.
Clarissa let out a groan and reaching back grasped his cock in her tiny hand and positioning it in the cleft of her pussy, she wiggled her hips and pushing back she let his cock part her swollen lips and sink into the depths of her steamy slick cunt. Throwing her head back she began to push back even as Tim shoved forward.
Tim began to pump in and out faster and faster, his movements caused serious waves in the pool and the water splashed against the edge of the pool covering her once gorgeous hair. It was drenched and Tim gathered it in one hand and used it to pull her harder against his invading cock. His other hand dipped down and began diddling her clit, that did it; it sent her off like a rocket
Clarissa dipped her head in the water and throwing it back sent of wave of water over her back and across Tim's shoulder. When this happened, Tim sucked in his breath and letting out a loud moan exploded deep in her pussy.
The two of them continued to fuck without missing a beat and soon Clarissa went into yet another orgasm. She felt Tim soften slightly, but soon was again stiff and he picked up the pace. He stopped suddenly when Win and Tom came swimming over to them. Pulling out of Clarissa she let out a scream of frustration, but was soon satisfied when Tom grabbed her by the hips and placed her on the edge of the pool and throwing her luscious legs over his shoulders shoved his cock balls deep into her cum filled cunt.
Tom pumped harder and faster than Tim did and she was soon cumming again, Tom wasn't far behind.
Tim carried Win out of the pool and led her over to a lounge hair. He fell onto his back and drew her down to straddle his body.
Win immediately knew what to do and settling down on his cock and with her feet planted firmly on the cement slab; she quickly raised and lowered her body onto his cock. She slammed so hard and fast the sound of wet skin against wet skin echoed around the pool. Her long ponytail flew around her shoulders and bare tits and when Tim closed his lips over one stiff nipple, her cunt tightened around his cock and exploded, bathing his cock on her hot cum.
Tim sucked hard on the other nipple and lost it too, he filled her creamy cunt with his hot cum and they fell to the lounge chair basking in the afterglow of a steamy orgasm.
Vince, Molly, Erin and Rob came out to the pool and jumped in. The four of them switched partners and ended up with the other four, up in a couple of Tom's bedrooms, where the eight of them fucked well into the night.
Erin came onto the screen and looked into the studio camera; "Time was limited or we would have shown the orgy that resumed in the bedrooms. Believe me the four of us were sore after that night and hope to reprise that day and night again soon, maybe we'll try out for the Celtic cheerleader team next! Stay tuned for the second episode of FFFF staring Patty Ann Browne and Rachel Nichols, I got a sneak peak of this episode and I was so turned on, Patti Ann and I had a quickie in the green room. Till later this is Erin Andrews and all I can say is I love being on ESPN and FOX Sports where I am surrounded by hundreds of cocks that I can sample!" |
Matt Becomes Mattie Ch. 02 | 92,807 | 4.6 | 508,988 | [
"crossdressing",
"lingerie",
"femdom",
"panties",
"queening",
"submission",
"toys",
"oral servitude"
] | Joanna did something that she never had done before. Whenever, we had sex, she would immediately head to the bathroom and clean herself up. She also tried to avoid wet spots on the sheets and, if there were any, I was to sleep on them. That night, she rolled off me, took out her femdoe and gave me the bulbous end to suck so I took in her very sticky, heavy vaginal cum. She jumped out of bed, put her boy-thong back on and then pulled out new heavy cotton-striped pyjamas that had a fly and a string cord. She had me cuddled into her, still in my lingerie and nightie.
"I like doing this, the other way around. I wish we had done this sooner. Let's talk about it in the morning though."
We were soon asleep and the first thing I knew was Joanna nudging me.
I woke up as she climbed back on top of me, having taken off her pyjama bottoms and her thong. The first thing I really knew were her delicious globes coming back onto me and, once more, presenting her anus and cunt for my service.
"Mmmmmm, just clean me up, I need some more pleasure"
Back to my tongue, nose and mouth work on her encrusted love areas I went, taking her in and obviously pleasing her. Her hands worked their forward and played with me through my panties and she referred to my cock as my boy-clit, bringing it up to its maximum. She lent forward, opening her pussy further to me and teased me through the fabric of my black panties. I felt her orgasm starting to rise, and once more her pre-cum was pretty copious in its quantity that went into my mouth. She moved forward on me, turned around and slid her hands under my panties to release my clit into her cunt.
"Fuck me, my girl Mattie."
She rode up and down on me as I matched her movements from under her. She allowed me to feel her breasts under pyjama tops and soon she was climbing her sexual mountain to orgasm in the high clouds.
She stayed on me for probably fifteen minutes as she wound down.
"Mmmmm, that is a really nice way to wake up. Let's go and get some coffee"
She jumped off the bed,
"And then we can shower and I so want to feel your breasts."
Joanna slipped her thong back on and her jammie bottoms. She handed me a negligee and we went through to make some coffee and sat at the table. She held my hand."
"I really prefer you as a woman, you know. It really is the sort of 'in-between sex' that appeals to me. That was the best sex of our marriage so far; well for me it was"
"For me too, and I really thank you for your tolerance over this"
"Don't worry and don't be stupid; you probably haven't seen anything yet."
And she smiled and winked at me.
"In fact, I am of the mind that if we had been without children, I would fully transform you and have you living 24-7 as my wife. And I mean that."
She continued,
"For example, I would love you to have real breasts and a better girly shape. However, do not get me wrong, you are pretty convincing already, given your legs, your smallish hands, the 'curvature' that you have and, luckily, no real Adams Apple showing."
"Thanks, Joanna"
"However, with the kids, we are going to have to find a balance in all of this and that will mean some 'novelty' in our approach. "
She smiled again, and drunk some more coffee.
"And on that score, we need to get showered and dressed as I want to take you shopping today. I thought we would head to the discount area at Banbury and then we can take on Oxford or Reading. Yes, I want you to go as a female and you will be ok as both places do get a lot of tranny clientele apparently. And you are with me."
We went back to the bedroom and stripped off. Normally, bathing together rarely took place, though we also had a large tub and had had some family baths. But showering together, I really had to strain the memory as to last when.
Joanna slowly stripped down, taking her pyjama bottoms and her thong off. I had a close look at it and it was indeed more like a male jockstrap.
"I really like wearing it, Mattie, and wouldn't mind getting a couple more today as well as plain back or white briefs, or boy briefs. What do you think?"
She then took off her pyjama tops. "And I thought I would really try and find some 'restraining' bras to flatten me out a bit. Obviously I am a C cup so complete flattening is out, short of surgery and I have given that some thought by the way.
I took my bra off last to tease Joanna a bit. She came across and closely inspected my breasts.
"These are nice on you."
She inspected them closely and felt them on me, coming from behind and cupping my breasts against me.
"Come on into the shower, I want to wash you and you me. Here are shower caps by the way."
Putting them on, we entered the shower and soon the hot water was streaming over us.
"I love you naked with no hair like this", as her hands roamed over me, focusing inevitably on my boy-clit and also my anus.....
I washed her down carefully and then she pushed me downwards so as to orally take her then and there, Very quickly, she was cumming into my mouth.
"Leave your tongue in me while I calm down, Mattie"
I obliged, taking all of Joanna's orgasmic emission in.
We stepped out of the shower and toweled each other down, Joanna a little weak from the pleasure this morning. She perked up quickly though.
"Come on, we need to get dressed and I have some things for you to wear -- you will hint at feminity but your dress will be somewhat 'asexual.' Nothing to worry at"
And then her laughter.
Back into the bedroom, and Joanna went to one of her drawers.
"You have a choice of wearing your lingerie from last night; however I also have these which are from me before I lost weight. They should fit you though, before we get you stocked up"
I responded with a "Thanks, Joanna"
"You know, Mattie,I want you in nothing but panties from now on, no male underwear."
Joanna held up a white part lacy soft bra and matching panties.
"Remember these perhaps; from the age of Joanna Zog I think. Try them on"
So I slipped into the bra, hooking it around my breast and putting my falsies into their respective cups before slipping the straps over my shoulders. The panties fitted well, holding my clit nicely in.
"Nice, now these I have bought for you ahead of time and she held up a pair of carbon grey women's pants, with an evidently high waist.
"Firstly, put these tights on as it will be chilly out there and then follow the pants."
I rolled the hosiery on, Joanna suitably impressed by my talent, and then put the pants on which came high up my waist. She had sized me well.
"Ok, Mattie, for your top, I want you to try on this old blouse of mine"
She held up a grey silky one with a Peter Pan collar.
"And I have this large jumper for you to wear."
Joanna had always liked her jumpers and sweaters baggy, so I wasn't that surprised that it fit easily on me. The blouse went on to and was a little tight but I could get the buttons on it done up. There was a little pressure on my breasts that I could feel.
"Ok that's you before we fix you make-up."
Joanna put on a pair of plain black female briefs, a tight bra, and then for her top, a rugby shirt and a pair of jeans. Socks on and she produced these boy-like brown brogues.
"Oh I got these for you to go on with, but we need to do some shoe shopping."
She handed over a pair of flat heeled shoes, size 7.5, and my size.
"They should be reasonably comfortable for you. No socks by the way. Back into the bathroom for you."
Joanna then quickly made me up, lightly and nicely using a mix of grey and brown for my eyes and some burnt red lipstick to highlight my lips. She then brushed my hair, sweeping it into a more femme look, before applying hair lacquer to lock the style in. As to her make up it was very minimal and she pulled her hair back with a band. And there was a spray of a Bulgari perfume for me.
"I may need to have it cut shortly, and think I will go for a boy look this next time. What do you think?"
"Let's grow your out some more, it is a lovely feminine colour with that dark ginger-brunette tone, and it's already so thick. You are lucky"
"Ok let's get going. You look great"
Joanna produced a small tan clutch bag for me, one of hers. And she made sure I had my necklace on and some of her bangles.
"My jewellery is essentially yours now by the way. We may have to some resized and we need to work on your ears, but here are some clip ear-rings for today."
She helped snap them into place and then went to the hall cupboard and pulled out her old red coat.
"This should fit you really well and, maybe, it will help you 'hide' behind it"
Meanwhile, she put on a grey jacket over her rugby shirt.
"I'll drive."
We locked up, went to the car, got it and Joanna pulled away.
That evening we came back with the back of the car full of parcels and bags. What a day; I had had only a few looks at me and then Joanna had stepped in, saying that we had a party coming up and this was preparation for it. We had even managed lunch smoothly.
Without going into minute details of each item, I came away with four skirts of varying lengths, six pairs of pants, five pairs of shoes, eight blouses, eight tops and boots, six bras, probably around twenty pair s of panties, two suspender belts, a waspie, a corset, plenty of stockings and pantyhose and three pairs of female pyjamas, as well as a couple of plain but feminine dressing gowns, and a pair of simple, female (well almost asexual) slippers.
Joanna, on the way over to Banbury, had said that we needed to avoid buying sweaters and nighties as she needed to go through her older larger clothing. There would be plenty in closet that could be worn by me as well as, maybe, some bras and certainly a number of panties. I said that I would be quite turned on by wearing lingerie that had been up against her boobs or cunt. She had chuckled at that.
She also joked that I had more and better lingerie than she had ever had. We had bought good brands on discount like Wacoal, Triumph, Barbara, Fantasie and Chantelle.
Not that Joanna had been inactive; she found two pairs of male like shoes, two pairs of nice heavy, small, classic striped men's pyjamas, and a nice silk male robe for wearing around the house. On top of all of this, she bought some moreof her flattening bras as well as plain, elastomer content, female briefs. Lastly, she had managed to buy men's briefs for herself and two thongs and jockstraps.
Shecommented,
"The only time I wear women's panties now is to scent them for your pleasure -- now if I find a girlfriend, we can use hers for that too."
In a riding shop, Joanna also bought a couple of crops and then, lastly, we stopped at this good sex shop on the outskirts of Oxford and bought three different sized vibrators, two heavy, chrome butt plugs, and some wrist and ankle cuffs as well as a spreader. Joanna admitted that she had spent time online and that her sexual repertoire and inventory was rapidly increasing and I would soon see what she had been up to.
We made our way, exhausted, home.
"Let's briefly freshen up and grab a quick Italian"
Despite my nervousness in going into one of our more familiar haunts, that is what we did. Joanna fronted the conversation to the staff to cover for me.
We got back to the house at about 9pm and took off our coats.
Joanna said,
"Look Mattie, you go and run a nice hot bath and soak, and please ensure that there is no stubble on you."
"I really don't mind if you start using my salon for waxing treatments and special make-up sessions; that is something that I can tee up for you."
She continued,
"And you do need to keep your love channel as clean as possible for my access, particularly when you are at home"
I went to move towards the bedroom.
"I will get the bags unpacked and then leave out your nightwear; I also want to ferret around my dressing room so take your time. Once you are out of the bath and in your night attire ready for me,give me a call."
So off to the bathroom I went and drew a long bath with some bubble bath. I stripped down and put my lingerie in the laundry basket. Into the bath I got and had an inspection with my razor, using it to shave my face and then my 'mons' and my chest, ensuring I was as smooth as a baby. I nearly fell asleep.
Joanna came in to the bathroom. "Ok honey, you look good there, and I just love your breasts emerging from the suds; a bit like mine."
She went around the bathroom to her counter and pulled out some eye shadow and lipstick and her Chanel No 5 perfume.
"Mattie love, just a touch of eye make up, lipstick and perfume yourself and that will be fine tonight. Your lingerie is laid out for you now."
She sat on the edge of the bath and closely looked at me.
"Look Mattie, we will manage this with the kids somehow but I really do want you as my wife from now on. To you I will be Jo, and really that isn't much difference to our names, is it. But Jo as in Joe."
"I have been thinking long and hard, so there will be several changes in the days and weeks to come but you will, I am sure, approve of them and support me with them."
"I'm going to go and shower and change in the guest room and then, as I said before, I want to read in the study for a while before coming to bed as I want to relax and also think some more. Do stay awake for me!"
She exited the bathroom; I could hear her move around the bedroom and the TV went on. I was getting out of the bath and dried down when she said,
"I am off to shower now in the guest room. I have left you my brief panties that I have been wearing all day on your pillow. I am looking at them now and I can tell you that they are nicely crusted, so enjoy them and contemplate me and my pussy for the next hour or so. See you soon."
I dried down, made up as suggested, and went back into the bedroom. There on the bed was the pink Chantelle bra, waspie and panties that we had gotten, along with new charcoal stockings. Next to them was something I recognized, her long cream/white silk nightie she had shortly after we had married, and there was a matching gown.
This ensemble had more of a strap across the shoulder and an open back but, in Joanna's time, her breasts and her nipples had been neatly shaped and outlined in the nightie's bodice; this was covered in a lace interwoven with a hint of gold thread. I checked and it was a size 16, far too big for her today and far too feminine in style.
I took my time putting the lingerie on and it felt good. On the TV, she had left another lesbian DVD running with two young girls, one a brunette and the other like me, a dark redhead and very much the filly of the two. Both girls were shaved and very much enjoying their oral and toy play.
I slipped on Joanna's nightie and it fitted well. I tried on the peignoir and that felt wonderful so I left it on. There on the pillow were her panties from the day and I had a close look. She had been right about their state and I could already take her essence without even wearing them. She had obviously been quite excited during the day. There was also an old stocking next to the panties and I used that to bind her gusset onto my nose from behind me by running the stocking through the leg holes. I tightened it up and tied it off. Joanna's scent was indeed strong. I lay down on the bed watching the movie.
Jo appeared about 40 minutes later as the DVD was finishing. She was dressed in her new male pyjamas with their string cord hanging down where her cock should be. Her hair was firmly swept backwards; there was no make up on and she was carrying a bag. She stood in front of me and we looked at each other, no touching, or saying a thing. I continued to inhale her essence and looked at her.
She leant forward and went under her old silky nightie and her hand sought out my panties and pulled them down slightly.
"Push your bottom up"
I complied. She took out some lubricant, massaged it onto her finger and then into my anus, her finger lingering in there. From the bag, she pulled out one of the heavy butt plugs we had bought that day and pushed it home, pulling my panties back into position.
She took the bag around her side of the bed and came back to me. Her hands wandered over my breasts and down to my clit. She was looking at me intently and then came forward and kissed me on the lips through her brief's fabric. I could pick up the fragrance of a man's cologne.
"Maybe I should gag my girl, but I want you to render your oral submission to me, Mattie."
With this, she stepped back and stood in front of me and peeled off her pyjama bottoms to reveal her new jockstrap covering her mons pubis and her haven.
"I do enjoy wearing these you know, but then you need unadulterated access to me to please me with your womanly tongue and mouth."
She slipped her fingers into the jockstrap band and quickly lowered the strap and covered herself with her hand. She stepped forward to me again, close to my face so her cunt would be right in front of my line of vision through her scented briefs.
"Look what I have done for you."
She quickly removed her hand and there in front of me I saw that she had removed all her pubes too.
"Say nothing for now, but it does feel good and I want to feel you closer in me with your tongue and your clit. And a good lover should be naked for her girlfriends or boyfriends. It's more hygienic too."
Her finger came back to play along her labial valley and down to her cunt and back up to massage and tease her clit. She was full onto me as she slowly masturbated herself, something I had never seen her do before.
"I love doing this to my little cock"
Her fingers circled her clit, gently pressing on it, squeezing it out of its hood. They then ran full length down her now wet slit and one finger slipped into her, and then two.
She pulled them out and presented them to my lips under her brief and I took her pre-cum in. Back to her clit technique, then down the labial love channel and again insertion and some fingering before she re-presented her sticky digits for my tongue.
This went on for some 10 minutes and then she spun around, leant over, presenting her bottom to me and I could clearly see that she too had the other butt plug in her rear channel.
Her fingers darted under her and she started heavily masturbating her cunt, giving me a clear view of her pre-cum emerging and her fingers going in and out. All her former pubes had gone and she was naked as a baby down here. I nearly came as she did, with three fingers in her she tipped herself into her first orgasm.
"Mmmmm but now I want your tongue and mouth on me and here's the medium sized vibe to begin with. Use it on me Mattie."
She climbed on the bed, released her briefs from me, and rolled over onto her haunches, presenting her bottom towards me. I stepped out of my peignoir came to her from her rear and my nose and tongue lingered on her naked pussy and around her plugged anus. She nuzzled back into me so that I could go deeper and run my tongue up her labial channel towards her clit. She was very wet from her first orgasm and this I duly took in, so as to encourage her to flow more with her second. As she built her intensity up, I was ready with the vibrator and just before she orgasmed I pushed it into her with the vibration on; this was enough for her and over the top she went, with a fairly strong ejaculation. She had hardly ever shot her cum before. I cleaned her up.
"Just like those two girls on the DVD?"
"That was good, now I need to queen you again to remind me you are my sex girl."
She climbed on top of me and moved her bottom right onto my nose. I could feel the plug in her. She moved forward slightly giving me better access to her very heavily moist cunt, grabbed the TV control and hit replay so she could see the two girls play.
She set up a slow rocking action with her bottom over my nose and mouth to ensure true homage was paid to her. This went on and on with her controlling the pace and where I focused. I was loving it as, with her being naked, it was more erotic to serve her down there.
She built up to another smaller orgasm, her third of the evening. It washed over her. As she came off her peak,
"Now I want to take you"
She got off the bed and turned her back to me and erotically removed her plug. I saw her step into a harness and push home a dildo into her rear and it looked like a bigger one into her cunt. She then took off her pyjama tops in one go and turned around to me, completely naked except for this harness and from it a lubricated 8 inch cock.
"One of my recent acquisitions. Turn over."
Jo positioned me onto a pillow to push my bottom higher and removed my panties and plug. She then pushed her briefs back over my face to take her scent in.
I felt her climb onto the back of me and then I felt her push home and gently started to fuck me, and in doing so herself. God, it felt good, being violated by my female husband and she soon built my excitement up and hers.
As she approached climax she pulled back and said wait a second...I want this to build right up and she removed the harness completely and commanded me to turn over. Next thing she was on top of me letting me take her in the rear and it wasn't long before my cum was finding its destiny in her.
"Mmmm, so good, Mattie, now clean me out again and bring me one more smaller orgasm, a nice clitoral one, before we turn in."
And that's what happened before Jo put her jockstrap and pyjamas back on and I tidied myself up. Just before we turned in, she made sure her briefs were back in tight position so that I was not going to escape her aromatic scent overnight. We quickly fell asleep. |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 19 | 56,552 | 4.54 | 554,527 | [
"lesbian incest",
"incest novella",
"lesbian",
"drama",
"incest drama",
"irish"
] | "Ladies? I believe there's enough time before we prepare the cabin for landing for a couple of more Mimosas, if you're interested," the uber-hot flight attendant said with a smile as bright as the rising sun.
"You bet," Tess replied with a smile and a head-nod, "always have time for Mimosas."
"Coming right up," Ms. Uber-hot replied with a smile to the step-sibs, turning to fetch their drinks.
"Yeah, you would," Jo opined, joining her sis in ogling the attractive flight attendant, "I know I would."
"Yep, in a New York minute," Tess agreed, turning to face Jo again.
"Got a text from Megan when you were in the bathroom at JFK just before we boarded," Tess said, suddenly remembering the text, "she's at the house already and all is well."
They'd made arrangements with Megan to house-sit for them while they'd be in Ireland, preferring to having her do so than a security firm. Megan accepted the offer, of course, and Tess received Mrs. Franks' blessing after asking that her daughter be allowed to house-sit, the request to Megan's parents, a courtesy.
"Good," Jo replied, "that was a brilliant idea to ask her; gives us somebody we trust to watch the place and it'll give her and Janice someplace safe to play."
"Kinda' what I thought," Tess remarked.
Megan and Janice, for all practical purposes, were a 'couple', hardly ever seeing one without the other. Since that first time, the night of Janice's seduction by Megan in the Spring, their only chances for being with each other, sexually, was in the back seat of Meg's car or, on a couple of occasions, at Jo and Tess' home, the sibs understanding the difficulties the two teenaged lovers had in finding privacy.
And, no, there was no attempt to indulge in a threesome with Megan and her Afro-girlfriend, not yet, at least, thought Jo. No, that would come about, in time, she thought to herself, somehow knowing that it would.
Both sibs turned to look at Ms. Uber-Hot as she approached with their early-morning cocktails. With her short red hair, bright blue eyes and small smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, not to mention her well-shaped ass and boobs, well, the sibs simply thought her to be totally fuckable, had you asked.
"Prepare the cabin for landing," the faceless voice announced over the Aer Lingus plane's communication system.
"Don't rush your drinks girls, we're still at least a half-hour away from approach," Ms. Uber-Hot said as she handed the sibs their Mimosas, smiling brightly before turning to return to the galley of the wide-bodied airliner.
"I got a 'ping', did you get a ping?" Jo asked Tess as she sipped her Champagne and orange juice mixture.
"Totally got a 'ping'," confirmed Tess, referring to their gay-dar which was rarely wrong.
"Probably wishful thinking," Jo opined further.
"Still......" Tess remarked in reply, her mind imagining the flight attendant naked in bed.
"Nervous?" asked Jo of her step-sis.
"A little...you?" replied Tess
"A lot...." Jo answered.
"Well, Maggie sounded excited about finally getting to meet her American cousins," Tess observed to Jo, "she sounded genuine about her sadness at having to meet under these circumstances but, after the inter/ment, Maggie promised to show us the land of our heritage," Tess said further.
"I guess I'm feeling guilty that I'm excited about this, more than sorrowful," Jo confessed.
"Don't be, babe, the 'rents would understand our excitement and they'd be happy that we're respecting their wish to be interred in Ireland," Tess smilingly replied, hoping her words would soothe Jo's nerves and conscious.
Buckling themselves into their first-class seats of the wide-bodied plane, the sibs both closed their eyes and held each other's hand, their love for each other seemingly flowing through their hands which brought smiles to their hearts......
Tess had graduated from college just a few short weeks before the trip. Jo had resigned her commission in the Army a few months earlier and was now a civilian, free, now, to be who she was, not what she had to be. The legalities of settling the estate of their parents was behind them now, and the sibs were still reeling from shock as to exactly how well the 'rents had provided for them.
Simply put, the girls were financially secure for the rest of their lives as long as they didn't go 'spree-crazy' with their fortune. And while their shares of the estate would not be entirely in their control until they turned twenty-six, the amount of money, for each, until that twenty-sixth birthday was reached, was more than sufficient to meet the sibs' needs.
Jo had only a year before her twenty-sixth birthday, having turned twenty-five on the day of Tess' graduation from college. Tess would have to wait another five years to receive her full share but, she thought many times, by then I'll have finished Graduate school, so, for Tess, she didn't mind the wait at all.
The step-sisters/lovers would remain in the family home, Tess would matriculate a scant half-hour's drive from her home, and Jo would finally realize her dream of opening, and running, her own restaurant.
For the sibs, life was good.........
"Mary Margaret, you'll not be telling me what I HAVE to do," Agnes said to her daughter.
Bloody hell, thought Maggie, why can't she call me Maggie as the rest of the world does, but ignoring the slight to reply.
"Mum, it's the right thing to do; the girls NEED to know the truth of their circumstances," Maggie pressed her mother, "You're Uncle Robert's only surviving sibling. When you're gone, there's no one left who knows the truth."
"You do," Agnes replied defiantly but knowing, in her heart, that her daughter was right.
"It's not my place, mum....they need to hear it from you, not from me," Maggie said tenderly to her aged mother.
"Well, we'll see, we'll see....." Agnes answered, the conversation clearly over as far as she was concerned.......
As Jo and Tess prepared to depart their plane, Ms. Uber-Hot slipped a piece of paper into Jo's hand when she shook it while thanking the girls for choosing Aer Lingus for their flight. Waiting until they were through customs and heading towards baggage claim, Jo unfurled the note to read:
"I'm staying at the Hyatt near the airport for my rest period before my next flight. I'd love to buy you girls a pint or two if you're able to join me. Colleen O'Hara."
"Isn't that the same hotel we're staying at?" Jo asked Tess after Jo read the note to her.
"Yep, Maggie'll pick us up the morning for the drive to Cork," Tess replied.
"Must be Karma," Jo opined with a smile to Tess.
Having retrieved their bags, the girls found their way to the hotel shuttle queue. As they approached the Hyatt's spot, they saw that some of the flight crew of their plane were already waiting as well.
Spotting the sibs when they turned the corner of the shelter, Colleen excused herself from her conversation with her fellow attendant and, smilingly, stepped forward to greet the sibs.
"How fortunate that my two favorite passengers are staying at the crew's hotel. Hi, ladies, good to see you again," Colleen gushed to Jo and Tess.
"Our cousin won't be picking us up 'til tomorrow for the drive to Cork, so we plan to nap off the jet lag this afternoon for a few hours, and then.....is the offer for a drink still on?" Tess explained/asked.
"Absolutely...meet you in the lobby around seven'ish?" Colleen asked, "should give us all a good nap; you're right to do that, you know, we do it as well after every flight across the pond."
"Sounds like a date, then," Jo contributed to their conversation.
"Yes, it certainly does," agreed Colleen, "and there's a lovely pub not too far from the hotel that I'm sure you girls will enjoy," Ms. Uber-Hot remarked.
"We're on your turf now," Tess said, "you lead, we'll follow," smiling broadly to the flight attendant as the hotel's shuttle arrived.
"Oh, I hope so," her smile spreading across her too-cute Irish face, "sounds wickedly delightful, looking forward to it," the too-cute flight attendant replied as the three women boarded their shuttle bus to the hotel.
Since flight crews are pre-checked into their hotels by their airlines, all Colleen had to do was produce her Aer Lingus I.D. to get her key.
As the sibs moved to the desk to begin their check-in process, Colleen leaned in close and said to them both, "Now, be good girls and get plenty of rest you two, we've a long night ahead of us," winking, then walking to the lift to go to her room for a nap.
Turning to stare at Colleen as she walked away, the sibs turned to each other, both having a 'look' on their faces.
"Did that mean what I think it did?" Tess asked her sis.
"Oh damn, I sure hope so," Jo replied, both of the girls bursting into laughter at the comment...
Both of the girls had been able to get a few hours of sleep on their overnight flight into Dublin, both glad they had chosen to fly first class with those wonderful, stretched-out seats available for the pricey tickets. Even so, after getting into their room, at the Hyatt, they 'crashed' within a nano-second of their heads hitting the pillows of the king-sized bed.
Having put in a request for a wake-up call from the front desk for five that afternoon, they awoke, took their showers and were ready for whatever lay ahead for them that night with Ms. Uber-Hot on that first night in Ireland, by six-thirty.
"Buy you a drink?" Jo asked of Tess as they took the lift down to the lobby.
"Get out of my head, Jolene," joked Tess in response, "it's really spooky how you can read my thoughts."
"Tough titty, I'm in your head for the duration," Jo joked back.
Smiling, Tess replied, "And I'm very thankful that you are," giving her step-sis a sweet kiss to her cheek.
They sat in the lobby of the hotel, sipping the excellent Irish Whiskey, neat, of course, chit-chatting about everything and about nothing of importance, just whiling away their wait for Ms. Uber-Hot to join them.
"And did my girls listen to my advice for rest?" the voice, behind them, asked, Ms. Uber-Hot ordering a round for the three of them from the roaming wait-person before sitting down with the sibs.
"We did, Mistress," Tess answered, 'playing along' with Colleen's comment, "all rested and awaiting your commands, m'lady," beaming a smile to the lovely Irish lass.
"To us," Colleen toasted to the sibs, all three sipping afterwards, "to a night of marvelous fun for the three of us."
Colleen, unlike most of her flight crew was not a 'Dub', or Dubliner, her family's roots being in Galway, some distance to the west of the Irish capital. "I don't usually go home between flights, simply not enough time," She explained to Tess and Jo. "When I have several days' leave, I will, of course, but between flights it's much easier for me to stay here, in Dublin," she explained further.
The trio exchanged short bios of each other, revealing that, though she didn't come close to looking her age, she was thirty-three, single and planned to remain that way.
"Too much drama in marriage for my tastes," the red-headed cutie declared, bringing about a nodding of heads all around their conversation nook, "much prefer to play the field as you Yanks say."
"Boyfriends?" Jo asked out of curiosity and, as a 'test' of what Ms. Uber-Hot was 'all about'.
"Hardly," Colleen declared with a smile of amusement at the question but, with no other explanation.
"Well, my darlings, shall we take a lorry to our den of iniquity?" Colleen asked her two companions as they finished off their drinks.
"Lead the way, m'lady," Jo replied with a smile.
When Colleen told the driver the name of their destination, Tess thought she saw an expression of 'Ah-Ha!" slide across his face, followed by a smirk.
'The Bean' was an odd name for a pub thought Tess and Jo when they arrived after a short, ten minute ride, but what did they know? It was their first time out of the country for the sibs.
Jo's time in the middle east? That was different. Nothing pleasurable about that stint out of the country so, in her mind, it didn't count as being anything other than what it was, a horrible year in a horrible place.
Judging by the greeting that Colleen received from the crowded pub's patrons, it was clearly not her first time here.
"Over there, there's a small table against the wall we can squeeze into," Colleen said, over her shoulder, to the step-sibs after she had spied it, sending them to the table and she to the bar to order them a round of Black and Tans from the server gal.
"Oh, wow, its warm and strong," Jo commented after taking her first sip of the Guiness concoction.
"Our ales are a bit stronger than your American brews and we don't chill ours as you Yanks seem to prefer," Colleen affirmed, "but, drink away girls, I won't let anything untowards happen to you," laughing at her 'joke'.
Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that they were in a pub that catered to women, most, but not all, seemingly manly in their demeanor, a 'butch-bar' it would be called back home in the States.
From the moment they had stepped inside, both of the sibs' gay-dars were pinging away like crazy which brought a smile of 'Ah-Ha!' to their lips.
"I'm curious," Jo said to Colleen, leaning closer to her to be heard over the din in the small pub, "what made you assume that we'd like a place like this?"
"I have a 'sense' of other women's proclivities," Colleen explained, "always seemed to have from the time I was a young lass; you Yanks have a term for it....." her explanation cut short by Tess' interjection.
"Gay-dar? Is that the term you're referring to?" Tess interrupted.
"That's it! Gay-dar!...what an amusing term," Colleen confirmed.
"So, you assume that we're......." Jo started to say, but was interrupted when an attractive woman spied Colleen and leaned over their small table to give her a hug and kiss to her cheek, running off to join her party afterwards.
"You're not?" Colleen asked, finishing Jo's comment for her.
"Yeah, we are," Tess answered for she and her sis, all three chuckling at the openess of their 'secrets'.
"And your thought for our evening is....." Jo pressed Ms. Uber-Hot further.
"I thought that to be quite obvious," Colleen replied, "share a few pints and then, back to the hotel for some delicious 'bean flicking', of course."
Seeing the look of confusion on the faces of the two sibs at the term, Colleen laughed and went on to explain the Irish slang for cunnilingus, the 'bean' being a woman's clitoris.
"Bean flicking," Tess laughed, "love that term; I'm stealing it from you, Colleen," all three women laughing together.
"I'm assuming that you girls do find me 'flick-worthy'," Colleen commented/asked of the sibs, knowing, of course, that they did. Couldn't mistake their leers of her on the flight over the pond, no, she had made no mistake about that, Colleen was sure.
"Very much so," Jo replied, confirming what Colleen already knew to be a truth.
"Totally," was Tess' one-word opinion of the question.
"Good," was Colleen's simple comment, a smile at the two Yanks her punctuation of the comment.
With a clear ending of their night at the pub in mind now, the trio relaxed and drank Black and Tans, the 'Yanks' warming quickly to the kick of the Guiness mix. Quickly finding that the three of them shared a sarcastic, sardonic sense of humor, the laughing trio found no lack of 'targets' for their witticisms, themselves being fair game of the jestful comments and barbs, not mean spirited, in the least.
Colleen shared the fact that she didn't find the 'dyke-studs' to her liking, though, she freely and unashamedly admitted, she did enjoy playing them, leading them on, being a bit of a tease with 'them'. But, at the end of the day, she said further, she found 'lipstick lezzes' more to her taste, you know, like the good-looking, well-built, sibs, she had said to the girls.
"Must say that I'm finding it a bit hard to restrain myself from reaching to both of you and simply grabbing a handful of those gorgeous breasts to play with," Colleen admitted very matter-of-factly, her eyes searching both girls faces for reaction.
"Then we should do something about that," Tess suggested, the strong, stout ale doing her talking for her, in truth.
"Not before I go pee," Jo exclaimed, her need to do so evident in her face.
"The loo is down that hallway, behind you; fair warning, the hallway is narrow and cramped, as is the facility," Colleen advised as Jo stood to follow the lass' directions.
'Narrow and cramped' was a 'generous' description thought Jo as she twisted and turned around the pub's patrons, making her way to the hallway, it barely large enough for one person to pass. Just as she approached the door of the bathroom or, loo, as it's called on this side of the Atlantic, the door opened, forcing Jo to cling to the hallway wall to make room for the exiting woman.
It was an impasse as neither women could move past the other in the narrow hallway, the size of their respective racks causing a bit of a body-jam, so to speak. Both women smiled at the awkardness of the situation, neither able to move past without rubbing tits, no matter how tightly they hugged their bodies to the wall.
"I've got it," said the cute blonde/reddish-haired woman, a femme, not a butch, and placing her hands on Jo's shoulders, she twisted her and Jo's bodies until each had a tit between the tits of the other. Each of the women turned, much like a cogged-toothed gear as they sidled pass each other, finally clearing their bodies from the other.
"See how simple it can be," said the woman, both women laughing at the absurdity of it all. The blonde turned to exit the hallway while Jo opened the door to finally pee like a racehorse. But, as they left each other, both turned for a final glance at each other, both smiling a bit from their encounter of each other in that small, narrow hallway of the pub.
Joining Tess and Colleen, her relief giving her joy, Jo quickly scanned the crowd but didn't see the woman of the hallway.
But, tucked away in a corner of the pub with her date, well, her date for the night anyway, the hallway gal saw Jo and decided that she liked what she saw.
Liked it a lot, if truth be told.
"Shall we, my dears?" Colleen asked after they had finished their fourth, and final, pints, "my knickers are getting wet with desire for you two lovelies," said the Irish flight attendant, now feeling her four pints as it loosened her tongue to speak her mind.
"We shall," Tess declared with Guiness-fueled assuredness, her eyes positively raping the Irish woman, looking all sexy in her tight skirt and blouse.
Thankfully, thought Colleen, the cab ride was short, allowing the two sibs to massage the inside of the attendant's thighs, each with a hand under her skirt, their activities not able to be seen by their driver, rubbing, caressing, their soft grasps of her thighs almost making her orgasm in the back seat of the lorry. Five minutes more and I'd climaxed, Colleen thought to herself, also knowing that she'd not be able to do so quietly.
She was never quiet when in the throes of orgasm, not Colleen.
"Our room? We have a king bed," suggested Jo as they approached the lift to the upper floors.
"Oh, good, mine is but a double," the redhead said to the sisters.
"Oh, yeah, we'll need more room than that," Tess commented, bringing a chuckle to the horny trio...
Entering first, Colleen turned to face the sibs as Jo locked their hotel room's door. Taking Tess into her arms first, the Irish beauty kissed the younger sib with much lust, both mouths opened, both with tongues exploring, Colleen's hand quickly fondling Tess' breasts. Holding an arm towards Jo, Colleen pulled Jo to her and Tess' bodies, sighing when Jo's hand fell upon first, her breast, then to her blouse's buttons.
Slipping her mouth from Tess', Colleen kissed Jo next while Jo slowly unbuttoned the Irish woman's blouse, Colleen's hand on Tess' ass, squeezing and pulling Tess' pussy against her hip.
The sibs now took control of both the situation and their guest, mouths, tongues, fingers exploring freely, removing clothing, until the trio was as naked as new-borns. Moving to the bed, it would not be incorrect to describe the sibs' swarming over the Galway gal as just that, swarming.
It would be Jo who got her first taste of Irish pussy that night, positioning herself between the freckled thighs of Colleen as Tess kissed, tongued and fondled the flight attendant's breasts, sucking on those freckled orbs of delight as if it were her first time sucking titties.
"Ummmm, oh girls.....my, my, but this is positively heavenly," Colleen cooed and mewed to her two lovers, loving everything these two Yanks were doing to her.
Slipping her hands under the ass of their playmate, Jo lifted Colleen's ass to bring that red-pubed pussy to her mouth to devour and, lordy, did she ever.
As Jo explored Colleen's sweet-tasting snatch, Tess had positioned herself so that Colleen could now suck and bite on her breasts and nipples, the small teeth clenching around her nipples causing her to moan with excitement and arousal while she roughly felt up Ms. Uber-Hot's uber-hot tits.
"Up here, my sweet, up here so that I can taste you, sweetheart," Colleen's pleas to Tess almost sounding like begging, but, not quite.
And riding Colleen's mouth to the gates of heaven, Tess climaxed repeatedly, one after the other, Colleen joining her with her own cries of release from Jo's excellent oral maipulations of her sex.
Flopping onto her back on their bed, Tess pulled Colleen to sit on her face so that she, Tess, could finally get a taste of the flight attendant's sweet-smelling sex. Without moving from her position near the end of the bed, Jo crawled between her step-sis's legs to pleasure Tess as Tess pleasured Colleen.
As much as Jo loved the taste of pussy in general, she loved the taste of Tess best, no other ever being quite as 'sweet' to her senses as her sis' snatch. And she especially loved going down on Tess when they shared themselves with others, somehow, that fact providing Jo with a bit of extra excitement. She didn't know why, or care why, she just went with it, much to the sibs' mutual pleasure.
After a brief bit of rest for the trio, Colleen slid her body down in the bed to take turns at pleasuring the two Yank gals, each in turn, as they kissed and fondled with each other.
Their kissing of each other as she ate them provided Colleen with a level of excitement that she had not felt in quite sometime. It wasn't all that often that Colleen could seduce a pair of playmates but to do so with siblings? Well, that was, indeed, very special, and hot, very, very hot.
"Girls, believe me, it is so tempting to stay and play but I do have an early flight in the morning," Colleen regretably said to the sibs, slipping back into her skirt and blouse, undergarments stuffed into her purse.
"Its been fun, you two, enjoy your stay in Ireland," and kissing each goodnight, Colleen locked the sibs' hotel room's door on her way out.
"Wow, that was intense," Tess commented after a few minutes, turning to face Jo when she did.
"You've got pussy juice all over your mouth and lips," Jo laughingly pointed out to Tess.
"Like you don't?" Tess correctly retorted to Jo.
"That was definitely a fun fling," Jo sighed as Tess snuggled up to her older step-sib.
"Fun and tasty," Tess contributed as she felt the exhaustion of their sex-play and jet-lag overtaking her being, now.
"Ooooh, yeah, very tasty," Jo replied dreamingly, both sibs falling asleep in each other's arms.....
"Tess? It's Maggie," said the thickly Irish-accented voice over the phone, "I'm downstairs, parked under the canopy, if you girls are ready."
"We're just getting ready to leave the room, Maggie; should be down in a few minutes," Tess replied to her never-before-met cousin.
"I'm in the silver Volvo, cousin," Maggie replied with a lilt to her voice, excited to no end to meet her American relatives.
Settling up with the clerk, the sibs pulled their luggage behind them as they spied their cousin's car, the hatch-back lifted and a pair of legs all that could be seen of Maggie.
Hearing the wheels of the girls luggage as it rolled over the cobblestoned driveway of the hotel, Maggie called over her shoulder, "Give me just a minute more and there'll be plenty of room for your bags, girls." Shutting the in-floor storage compartment's hatch, Maggie backed out of the rear of the station wagon after stowing some loose stuff that was taking up the needed room for the luggage.
"Finally, I swear I don't know how I manage to gath...." her voice stopping, mid-sentence, when she turned to greet Tess and Jo....
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, but if you're not the bloody spitting image of my dear departed grandmother," Maggie said to Tess, not knowing it was Tess, not yet anyway.
"Me?" Tess replied a bit taken aback at the declaration from their cousin.
"I'm sorry, that was rude," Maggie said to the sibs, recovering from the shock, "Obviously, I'm Maggie and, you're Tess? I'm guessing?"
"Yes, and my step-sister, Jolene," Tess replied, Jo initiating the greeting of hugs all around.
A bit more than that, Tess, thought Maggie in that moment, a bit more than that.
"Well, let's get you girls loaded up into the hatch, shall we," Maggie said, hositing one of the two bags into the stowage compartment of the Volvo wagon, Jo tossing hers in, afterwards.
Opening the passneger door, Tess' mouth dropped as she stared at the steering wheel? in front of the passenger seat. Looking towards the rear of the Volvo, Tess saw smirks on the faces of Jo and Maggie.
"Left hand drive in the Isles, Sherlock," Jo said to her bewildered sis, "Now, you know why I didn't want to rent a car."
The rain pelted Maggie's wagon as she found her way to the highway for Cork, the three of them trying to get a life's worth of talking into the two-hour drive.
"The urns arrived yesterday, girls, and I've spoken with the caretakers at the funeral park; all is set for the internment tomorrow, if that's still good with you."
"Yes, it is, Maggie. We can't thank you enough for making all of the arrangements for us," Tess said from her front passenger's seat, the absence of a steering wheel in front of her, still a bit confusing for her, a bit difficult to wrap her mind around.
"Afterwards, we'll take mum back to her apartment and have a bite. Tonight and while you're here, you'll stay at my place in the spare bedroom, if you don't mind sharing," Maggie explained, "we'll do a bit of exploring during the day, letting you get the feel of your roots," she cheerfully added.
"Sounds like a plan," Jo answered and with that, the cousins used the remainder of the drive to play catch-up with their lives......
"Sweet Mother of God," Agnes exclaimed when the girls entered her apartment in the Seniors Complex, "But, if you aren't the....."
"She knows, mum, I've already said as much when I laid eyes upon her," Maggie said, cutting off her mother's words when doing so, "Show her the pictures, mum, let her see for herself."
Hugs and greetings overwith, the four women settled into the small parlor of the apartment with three huge albums of generations of pictures of the family.
"Wow," was all the sibs could muster as they slowly peeled back the layers of their heritage. Clearly, as Agnes and Maggie had said, Tess was, indeed, the spitting image of Agnes' mother.
"Y'all may think me crazy but there were a couple of pictures that sorta' resembled me," Jo mentioned as she sipped the strong brewed tea that Maggie had fixed for the quartet.
Maggie and Agnes quickly glanced at each other when Jo said that, the 'look' between the mother and daughter not lost on either of the sibs.
"What?" Jo asked, "did I say something I shouldn't have?"
"Mum?" Maggie said in response, her eyes hard on her dear mother's face when saying it, "You know you have to, mum, it's only fair."
Tess and Jo switched their eyes between Agnes and Maggie, trying hard to follow the cripted remarks, both of their minds in a state of confusion as they did so.
"Girls, there's something you need to know about Robert and Christine, and Mary Margaret you had better bring down the 'good stuff', for I'm fearing that we'll need it before its overwith," Agnes said, steeling herself for what was to follow.
"When Shamus and Elizabeth emigrated to America, Elizabeth was already pregnant with Christine, giving birth soon after settling in the States. Robert was eight years old at the time that they left Ireland and I was engaged to my dear Ian."
Pausing to take a breath, Agnes continued.
"Elizabeth was our first cousin, her mother being my mum's sister, so Robert and Christine were second cousins, girls." Agnes said further.
"So, that means, that Jo and I are....." Tess started to ask.
"There's more, Theresa, hear me out," Agnes pleaded.
"Christine was engaged to the man you would call dad, Jolene and....oh dear God, give me strength; when Robert emigrated to America to pursue his position at the University, he stayed with Shamus and the family."
"Your mum, Christine, was almost through with her medical degree when she and Robert met....and, you have to understand, they didn't want this to happen, but it did. They've both told me that it was an instant attraction and though they knew they should have resisted the temptations, they didn't and, well, they didn't, they couldn't and Christine became pregnant, pregnant with you, Jolene," Agnes said in what seemed like one breath, tears forming as she talked to the girls.
"So, Tess and I are cousins?" Jo asked, not really grasping all of what had just been force-fed into her brain to process.
"No, my darling, my baby brother, Robert, is your birth-father, Jolene; you and Tess are sisters, half-sisters........
*(continued in Chapter 20)* |
Hotel Encounters Ch. 02 | 30,662 | 4.66 | 122,214 | [
"hotel",
"general manager",
"assistant",
"sex in men's room",
"marriage",
"desks",
"long days"
] | As the General Manager at an older, slightly run-down hotel, I can tell you that my job is rough. It is a truly thankless job. There's too much work and too little help. But, occasionally there are those moments that make all the crap worthwhile.
About a year ago the owner and his son decided to make some drastic changes to the hotel. They wanted to cut the staff back to help pay for those changes -–at least until they began to show a profit again. So, being their manager I got the depressing task of laying off several people. A couple of them I considered friends.
It also meant that I had to cover a couple of shifts a week. With my current workload I could only cover the audit (midnight) shift. Since I was good with numbers and didn't mind the hours, working audit on the weekends was ok.
Plus with the hotel having a fairly profitable bar inside, I got to see all kinds of fascinating examples of the human psyche.
The second weekend that I worked the audit shift, some pretty crazy stuff happened. First, there was this fight in the bar that spilled out into the lobby and some poser got knocked out. That wasn't really that big a deal. The second thing that happened is that I found two very good-looking women making out in the men's restroom after everyone had gone home. Why they chose the men's room I'll never know, but I will be forever grateful.
One of them was a tall blonde with legs that were made for sex. Long and lean with just enough muscle in them to let you know she could take it however you chose to give it. The other was a petite redhead with a slight tan and lots of freckles everywhere.
When I walked in the door they were right there, up against the stall wall, both with their breasts bared. The blonde seemed to think the redhead's tits were food and she was starved. Her tongue flicked at the redhead's pouty pink nipples repeatedly and rapidly. Neither of them seemed to notice that I'd come into the room. Or maybe they just didn't care. I lost the need to piss immediately but decided to stay for the show.
The blonde started making these sexy noises while her tongue lashed out at those nipples, her hips waving around in the air like they were searching for something. I was hard and more than ready to give her something, but worried that my intrusion wouldn't be welcomed. But, they were in the men's room, so maybe they had just been waiting on one to come in and take care of things.
Still, I hesitated, enjoying the show more and more. The redhead reached around and unzipped the pants on the blonde, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles. All she had on was a very brief black cotton thong that had worked its way fairly deep into her crack.
The redhead let her body slide down the stall wall until her face was right even with the blonde's crotch. Her slim fingers slid up and under the edges of the thong and then down to pull it off her. The blonde stepped out of the thong and pants, kicking them off to one side. The redhead, who's name I later learned was Cara, rubbed her cheek against the other woman's mound, a look of pure rapture on her face. You could tell that she was really into the woman on woman thing. And so was I.
It wasn't easy keeping my hands to myself but I somehow managed to do nothing more than discreetly sweep my hand down the front of my pants every now and then. What I really wanted to do was bend one of them over the water soaked counter and give them something more than some fingers and tongues. The show they were putting on was getting interesting though, so I knocked down my baser instincts.
Suddenly, the blonde seemed to notice that someone else had come in and turned to see. I expected her to order me out of the restroom but instead she screamed, loudly. Without even bothering to put her clothes back on, she picked them up and rushed out the door, her sobs loud enough that we could hear them from inside.
Cara, still crouched in the floor, gave me one of those exasperated looks that women sometimes get at men. I just shrugged, it wasn't my fault her playmate couldn't handle the audience. After all, they were in a public restroom where anyone could walk in and watch them! Hell, they weren't even in a stall!
"You scared off my toy." Cara stated, her voice full of sarcasm.
"Maybe you picked a defective one." I replied, just as sarcastically.
"Could be." From her crouched position in the floor she had to crank her neck up pretty far to look at me. "What about you? Are you defective too?" She pointedly looked at the tent in the front of my slacks, a slow smile creeping across her face.
"Not a bit." I somehow managed to squeak out, afraid I was having some flashback to a Hustler letter I 'd read as a teenager.
Cara crawled across the floor, almost feral looking as she stalked me. If I hadn't been so desperate to have her touch me, I'm afraid my legs would have given out at the look in her eyes. I was prey, pure and simple.
"Do you have a thing about public places?" I asked, curious as to why this beauty was in the men's room trying to have sex.
"No, just the first place I came to. You afraid?" she asked, her voice taunting in a very sexual way.
"Afraid of losing my job – yes. Afraid of you – no." I smiled, showing her a bit of my teeth, the male baring his fangs to impress his intended mate.
"Can you think of a better place?" she asked, moving close enough that I could feel the heat of her breath on my crotch.
"Actually I can. Come with me." I put out my hand and pulled her to her feet, waiting to see if she stumbled. If she'd had too much to drink there was no way I was taking her or doing anything with her. It would just be wrong and went completely against my personal moral code. Thankfully, she didn't stumble and her blue eyes looked very clear and alert. It was a go.
I led her down the hall to my office door. She raised an eyebrow at the name and title on the door. "Your boss' office? And you think taking me here won't get you fired?"
"I'm pretty sure he's going to understand. He's a pretty nice guy." I smiled at her, confusing her with my cocky attitude. I didn't want her to know that the name on the door was my own. No reason to let her get too comfortable.
"And what if he decides to come in and do some late night work?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as I unlocked the door.
"He won't, and if he does, like I said he's a very understanding guy." I pulled her inside and locked the door behind her, turning on only the small lamp on the table beside the door. It cast a very odd glow on the room with its amber lampshade reducing the light so much. It was relaxing in a way, exotic in another.
I looked back and Cara was sitting in my big leather chair, her feet up on my desk, a very satisfied boss type look to her lovely face. I almost laughed at her classic fat-cat demeanor, and would have if I hadn't been getting such an amazing view of her dark blue silk panties.
"What's your name?" she asked me, her eyes twinkling mysteriously.
I couldn't think, so I used my middle name in a pinch. "Bryan."
"Come in Bryan. I need to have a serious talk with you about your job performance lately. Why don't you come have a seat right here on my desk?" Cara pointed to the area right next to where her feet were propped up.
The woman liked a game, who was I to argue? I walked over and perched on the edge, the erection in my pants making the thought of sitting down fully seem very uncomfortable. "And just what area of my job performance have I been so unsatisfactory at, Boss?"
"Well, all your paperwork has been excellent. And you are a competent and patient desk clerk. It's all your extra 'work' that's been lacking lately." Cara smiled one of those boss smiles and tented her fingers under her chin.
"What extra work? I'm sure that if you reminded me of what it is I could take care of it right away." The insinuation was thick in the air. We both knew what extra duties she wanted done, and God knows I was willing, able and more than ready.
Cara spread her shapely light tan legs and ran her index finger down to her still damp panties, stroking the cleft were the moisture had collected. Her eyes drifted down at the pleasure of her own touch, making it obvious that she was still quite turned on. "I think that we both know what I need your help with tonight. Honestly, I can't think of anyone else to handle this particular problem. At least, I hope you can take care of this for me?"
I stood up and grabbed the ankle closest to me and set her entire leg over the arm of the chair. "I'm pretty sure I can do it to your utmost satisfaction." Corny as it all sounds, she was so hot I would have done just about anything at that point to get inside her.
Dropping to my knees, I took her other ankle and placed that leg over the other chair arm. Her thighs were spread wide open, those blue silk panties turning almost black with her wetness. She cooperated quickly when I took hold of her hips and pulled her to the edge of the seat, her pelvis tipped up invitingly.
Suddenly it struck me that I'd left the desk and the money unattended. "Don't move one inch. I'll be right back." I rushed to the door and out into the lobby, looking around for one of the security guards. It only took me a minute to get him up there and calling one of the other clerks who lived in the hotel to come cover me for awhile. I don't have a doubt in my mind that he knew what I was up to considering the giant tent I had in the front of my slacks, but he was too discreet to ever mention it. Plus, I could fire him if I wanted so that is usually a pretty good deterrent.
I literally jogged back to my office and once again locked the door behind me. Cara was still in the same position, only she'd lost her silk panties sometime after I'd gone. Her pussy was completely bare except for a small triangle of light red curly hair right in the middle of her mound. The lips of her sex were shiny with her own wetness, and the smell of aroused female filled the air. It pulled me to her like a magnet, my dick harder than ever before.
She didn't bother with any more play, just waited for me to come closer and drop to my knees. Her slim pink tipped fingers buried themselves in my hair as my mouth neared her swollen pussy. I couldn't wait to taste her, but I wanted this to be good too. After all, how many men get their very own Hustler fantasy letter come true? No way was I about to waste this opportunity!
A small whimper came from her when I bypassed her nether lips for the ones above her chin. The sneaky woman had tricked me however, and the first taste of her mouth also afforded me the first taste of her pussy. The shininess that I'd assumed was some kind of gloss was her fluid spread on like lipstick. I took my time licking and sucking on those pouting lips, relishing the taste of her mouth mingled with her pussy juice.
"Naughty girl. It isn't nice to trick people that way. " I admonished teasingly, still licking the taste of her from my lips. She tasted of honey and a woman's natural tartness. It was an intoxicating combination of flavors.
"And here I thought you were enjoying my taste." She pouted, looking up from under her lashes coyly.
"You'll see just how much I enjoyed it in a moment. Right now we have another matter to attend to." I turned her quickly, keeping her off balance, tugging down the zipper to her dress. She hadn't put her bra back on in the bathroom so I knew she was completely nude under her dress and I wanted the offending item out of my way. I pulled it none too gently down over her curved hips, lifting her ankles to get her to step out of it, tossing it over by my copier machine.
As quickly as I could, I pulled off my tie and shirt, tossing them close to her dress, leaning the bare skin of her back against my chest. Her skin was hot, almost feverish against mine. I kneeled down and licked her from the base of her spine all the way up to the base of her neck. She gave a deep shiver, assuring me that her flesh would be extremely responsive. I already knew that she was intelligent and witty, I could only hope that she was as confident during sex as she seemed to be before it. There's nothing more attractive than a confident woman who knows what she wants from a man, and knows how to get it.
Once again I spun her around to face me, dropping to my knees to taste her rosy colored nipples. They were already erect, pointing at me like some naughty invitation to sin. Pointing my tongue, I flicked at the tip hard, her body jerking in reaction. I let my teeth scrape down from the top of her full breast, capturing the nipple in my mouth to suck on it. Alternating from hard and fast to slow and easy seemed to drive her crazy, her hips pushing out towards me, trying to find some relief from my relentless teasing. Every inch of her skin tasted and smelled of honey, making ME crazy.
My mouth trailed down her flat stomach, my tongue momentarily drilling into and around her belly button before reaching the top of her mound. I paused there, lightly biting her skin before plunging my tongue between her swollen, moist lips.
She tasted even more strongly of honey between her folds, but I wanted a deeper taste. Lifting her easily, I turned to set her on my desktop, putting her feet up and wide apart, pulling her ass close to the edge. She was laid back and gave her body over to me, her most secret parts wide open to me. I unzipped my slacks to give myself some room, and sat in the leather chair, pulling it up to the desk preparing to feast on her pussy.
I didn't want to do the typical male thing and start right in on her clit. I'd taken too many risks already to have this be just a routine one-night stand thing. Deciding on my plan of action, I pointed my tongue like before and plunged it straight into her, darting it in and out quickly, like a small cock fucking her. Her body bucked up off the desk, a surprised gasp bursting from her chest. She didn't lie back down either, instead propped herself up on her hands and leaned up to watch as I assaulted her pussy this way. Her eager moans assured me she liked what I'd done.
Using my thumb, I lightly strummed her clit, now out of its hood and throbbing visibly. The rose shade of her pussy grew darker as she became more and more aroused. I kept up the tongue fucking for a little while longer, bringing her close to that edge but not quite on it. I had other plans and couldn't wait to see how she would react.
As quietly as possible, I reached in my desk drawer and pulled out a long, flat plastic letter opener that I'd gotten from some printing company. I was pretty sure that if she saw it, and where I was about to insert it, she would be upset, so I made sure to keep it below her line of sight.
After having my tongue inside her, I knew that she was very well lubricated for what I had in mind. Standing over her slightly, I began to insert the hard, flat strip into her wet opening. Her eyes widened a bit at the feel of something not flesh entering her, but it didn't hurt so she waited to see what I would do. About halfway in, I pushed down on the pointed end causing the flat piece inside to push up against her flesh. The puzzled look on her face let me know that she'd never had anyone look for her g-spot before. It encouraged me to keep going, to show her something noone else ever had.
I remembered an article I'd read that said some women's g-spot was closer to the front so I pulled the piece back out some and pushed up again. Her sharp intake of breath led me to think I might be close. I pulled back a little more and she lunged up, trying to reach my wrist to stop me. "Don't! That feels – strange."
Surer now I pulled the plastic back just a fraction more and pushed up again, this time her body went limp and a long, throaty moan rose out of her. I'd found it, and more easily than I'd thought I would. I keep up a light pressure on that inner button, watching as her body flushed and twitched. It was amazing to watch her reaction.
Increasing the pressure caused a small squeal from her, her breathing becoming very harsh and labored. Her nipples seemed to harder even more right before my eyes. Her little clit swelled as well, taking on an angry rose shade.
I pressed harder and leaned down, flicking her clit just a couple of times and sent her over that edge. She came so hard that the plastic opener jerked in my hand with each convulsion of her inner muscles. She was very vocal, uttering words that were very graphic, so erotic coming from such a beautiful, classy looking woman.
I waited patiently for her convulsions to stop before sliding the opener out of her passage. I didn't want to hurt her or scrape her in any way. I couldn't help myself from licking the plastic a bit however, the taste of her fluids after cumming more pungent, but still containing a hint of sweetness.
Once I'd moved away, she surged up from the desktop and dropped to the floor onto her knees in front of me. There was barely enough time to register what she was about to do before she had my cock buried between her lips, licking and sucking like a pro. The inside of her mouth was like a velvety soft furnace. She used the tip of her tongue to trace every vein and line on my cock, doing it while keeping me firmly planted in her mouth. I'd never felt anything like it before in my life.
Her nails scraped lightly up my thighs, reaching my balls and scraping over them as well. I'd never had a woman play too much with my balls, I guess most of them aren't really sure what to do with them. This one did. She held them easily in her palm, rolling them around, squeezing gently. Releasing my cock for a moment, she used her tongue to gather one of them up and suck on it with just the right amount of pressure. I couldn't stop the deep moans that came from inside my chest. It just felt too good.
She sucked my cock back into her mouth and released her hold on my balls. I was almost sad that she was done playing with them until she cupped them again in her palm and used the tips of her fingers to push up on that area between my balls and anus. Some people call it the taint. Whatever it is, the pressure applied to that area almost caused me to cum right then. I think I might have cried out it felt so good, something I've never done.
She brought me too close, and it took all my will power to pull her back and up to her feet. Because of her expert mouth it was going to take me a few minutes to recover and not shoot off like a teenager when I got inside her finally. To give myself that time, I bent her over the desk and slid a finger inside her, using my thumb again to stroke her clit, her juices flowing freely down my hand and onto my wrist. It was then that I realized sucking my cock must've turned her on some too, she was much to wet for it not to have. It's hard enough to find a woman who will do blowjobs, much less enjoy them!
"Bryan, fuck, I can't wait any longer. Don't you want to be inside me?" her voice broke through my mental wanderings, the tone of it strained with the tension building between us.
Of course I wanted to be inside her! I just didn't want to embarrass myself by cumming in one stroke either! But, this beauty was getting impatient and I'd either find the control somewhere or not. Sitting back down in the leather chair, I pulled her down to my lap, her back still to my chest. She took the initiative and took hold of my cock in one hand, guiding it into her slick, hot passage. I had to run bar numbers in my head to keep from shooting off, just managing to get myself under control to give her a good ride.
She took her time seating herself. Inch by inch she eased herself onto me, sighing deeply when she hit bottom. Damn, she felt so good. Tight without being painful, hot and so wet that some of her liquid leaked down onto my balls. Placing her hands on the arms of the chair she pulled herself up until just the very head of my cock was inside her before letting her body fall back down onto me. She grunted as my cock bottomed out, and immediately rose back up. She did this several times, each time falling faster than the last.
I dug my fingers into her lush hips, amazed at how strong and limber she was while still feeling so soft. When she leaned forward I held on, wondering what she would do next. Her hands hit the desktop and her feet came up to balance on the edge of the seat. She let her thighs do all the work, raising her body up and down to ride me, the feeling more amazing than anything ever before. It shortened her passage and made me feel like I had a huge cock with each stroke tapping against her cervix. She loved it, moaning and arching her back, practically growling on the down stroke.
It wasn't enough though. I loved how it felt to have her in control but I wanted a turn. Grabbing her under the knees, I lifted and turned her, placing her on her knees in the chair, her hands holding onto the back for support. Somehow I managed to keep my cock inside her the entire time. Something about this woman made me feel like a super hero – or a god.
My hips pistoned my cock into her, hard, fast, and deep. I had to take several steps to keep up with the chair as it scooted across the floor, finally stopping up against the bookcases behind my desk. I could feel my balls tighten, a deep electric feeling churning inside them, signaling that I was near to cumming. I could tell she wasn't far behind me but I wasn't about to let myself cum first. I wanted to feel her spasming around my cock, milking me. Reaching around, I used two of my fingers to circle her entire clit, making sure I didn't rub too hard. My other hand cupped her left breast, tweaking the nipple hard enough to draw a gasp from her.
When her body began to shake I knew she was close. I rubbed her clit faster, removing my hand from her breast to hang onto her shoulder, pounding into her with everything I had in me. Sweat pooled in the small of her back, a bit of hers, a bit of mine. She was moaning and begging me to fuck her harder, faster, each word bringing me closer and closer to the fall.
I pressed hard on each side of her clit and vibrated my fingers back and forth, setting her off. Her body clenched up tight, a small scream ripping out of her, telling me she was cumming hard. Her inner passage squeezed me tight and began those amazing tremors that I'd wanted so badly. It took all my willpower not to cum right there inside her. I pulled out quickly, stroked my cock two quick times and shot stream after stream of hot cum all over her back and into her hair. I don't think I've ever cum that much in my life. After the first couple of blasts her hand came back to stroke the rest out of me, a very erotic thing to see.
After a minute, my breathing slowed enough to allow me to pull back and brace myself against my desk. I reached to get some tissues, gently wiping as much of my fluid as I could off her skin. She remained still for this and I began to worry that she was regretting her decision to come into my office. Then she turned and sat down in the seat, the half-lidded, satisfied look in her eyes making my cock twitch for a second. She licked her lips and sat up a bit, stretching her muscles in the most seductive way, letting her breasts jut forward as her back arched.
I wasn't sure I could let this one go. Usually I'm happy to see them walk out, but this one was different. "So Boss, did I do a good job?" I asked, still a bit breathless from my exertions.
A smile of pure unadulterated lust spread her lips. "Bryan, I think you deserve a raise. And a promotion. How would you like to be my personal assistant?"
"I'm sure I could handle any new position you threw my direction Boss. And by the way, my name is Jackson. And yours is?" I asked, letting her know that the office was mine. And that I wasn't going to be fired anytime soon.
"So, this is your office. I was worried for nothing." She pouted, but it was a sexy, teasing pout. "The name's Cara. And just for your information – I like your toy much more than the other one I found."
Well, in the end Cara ended up going home and I finished out my shift, dodging questions about where I'd been and what I'd been doing. I thought I'd never see her again and a week later I got a job offer I couldn't refuse. Better pay and hours, my own office and I could hire my own personal assistant. Imagine my surprise when Cara answered my ad. I hired her on the spot, and would have even if she hadn't had excellent references and experience.
That office got broken in properly as well. About a year after that night I asked Cara to marry me and we've been married six years now and have two beautiful daughters. Sometimes life finds you that way. Even in the men's restroom! |
Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 03 | 476,555 | 4.8 | 520,205 | [
"submissive",
"cheerleader",
"stockings",
"18-year-old",
"schoolgirl",
"teacher",
"group sex",
"seduction",
"mistress",
"anal"
] | *Note 1: All characters are at least 18 years old.*
*Note 2: Although I recommend you read parts 1 and 2 first, here is a summary of this series so far...*
*Note 3: A massive edit and rewrite occurred in April 2018 with Tex Beethoven and Wayne.*
*Part 1-Megan, a dominant but caring lesbian, seduces her cute and innocent babysitter Jenny.*
*Part 2-Megan takes her new submissive lesbian for a makeover and then shopping where she arranges for a fantasy to come true with a cheerleader that Jenny has dreamed about forever before escorting her pet to an upscale lesbians-only club for an adventurous evening.*
**Bedding the Babysitter: A Cheerleader's Recruit**
*What a weekend! Jenny had become a perfect little submissive! Seeing her glow brighter and brighter as she came to grips with who she really is was very rewarding. Many people have been asking, dying to know what happened after that first glorious weekend. Well, the best way to tell you about the next stage of her journey is to let my young babysitter slave tell you about it herself. So if you want to know about Jenny's journey to popularity, her submission at the hands of the head cheerleader Karen, her seduction of a teacher and how she fell in love, please read on.*
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
My name is Jenny. Mistress Megan has asked, well demanded actually, but that's ok, I like her telling me what to do, so she's demanded (in a nice way) that I tell you about my past week's occurrences, and of course I will obey. If you have read the first two parts of my Mistress' *Bedding the Babysitter* series (which I highly recommend reading if you have not) you already know how I came to be a (happy) submissive slave. If not, and you're silly enough not to go do that right now, let's just say before that eventful and life-altering weekend I was a closet lesbian who had no real experience to know for sure whether I was an actual lesbian or not.
But after just one weekend with my beautiful Mistress, I had a new job, I had my fantasy of being with Karen the head cheerleader come true, and I'd been to a lesbian club. There, with my Mistress' help and guidance, I had begun to really experiment with my sexuality and my obedience. (And to learn what *really good* orgasms feel like.)
The following story is the first week of the rest of my life, during which I had another adventure with my mistress, I attempted to seduce a teacher, I became an obedient cheerleaders' servant and, oddly enough, became a cheerleader myself...oh yes, and I fell passionately in love.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
**SUNDAY FEBRUARY 2****<sup>ND</sup>****: A Reflection and Babysitting Again**
As any calendar will tell you, next week actually began on Sunday. It was in the afternoon, the day after my brief submission to Karen at her workplace. I was exhausted from my long evening at the Le Chateau Club, a special club that caters to lesbian women, followed by a long night spent pleasing the governor of our state. I won't get into the details of that long night, as Mistress Megan has instructed me to focus on my cheerleader submission. Let's just say that our governor is one very demanding and kinky lady. And she's really hot, but even if most people don't know about the kinky part, *everyone* knows she's hot, don't you?
I got a call around 2:30 from Karen Pepper and here, as best as I can recall, is the conversation:
"Hello, is Jenny there?" a girl's voice asked.
"Speaking," I responded, unaware it was Karen.
"This is Karen," she informed me.
"Oh!" I said, slightly surprised and instantly out of my comfort zone. It was one thing to submit to her in front of Mistress Megan, as I was only obeying my Mistress and I always feel safe when I'm with her, but it's completely another thing to have to speak for myself. Instantly I reverted to the shy closet lesbian I had always been, the wallflower no one knew or noticed, insecure and unsure of myself. Now don't get me wrong; I had friends, but they were both (all right, I didn't say I had *lots* of friends) just shy geeks like I was. We lived in our little pond and cheerleaders lived in their much larger one. In reality they were royalty, we were the peasants.
"Just oh? Is that any way to greet someone who is going to make you popular?" Karen asked, slightly annoyed with me.
"Popular?" I repeated, in a haze.
"Yes, popular. You." she said, "I put a lot of thought into this last night as I reflected on how great it was to have you between my legs yesterday. So I came up with a great plan."
"You did?" I asked, unable to put a full, complete and intelligent sentence together. After all, this was Karen, the Head Cheerleader! *You* try and act intelligent around such a hot and popular girl!
"Yes, I've decided to make you a PomPom."
This shocked me. The PomPoms were always freshman or second year cheerleader wannabes who were pretty much servants for the actual cheerleaders. They carried the royalty's trays for them at lunch, did their homework for them, and so forth. No senior had ever been a PomPom. It would be too humiliating. A long pause followed as I reflected on this revelation.
Karen broke the silence by asking, "You don't want to be a PomPom?"
I collected myself so I wouldn't embarrass both of us by blurting out, "Hell no," before managing to actually respond with a stutter, "I-I-I thought only f-f-freshmen were PomPoms?"
Karen responded, "Well, that's *usually* the case, plus the odd second-year. But as Head Cheerleader, I really can do whatever I want and..." she paused, her tone changing ever so slightly to sound a bit more self-important, "...*I* want you to be a PomPom."
"But what will other people think?" I asked, worried for the first time in my life about my reputation.
"Well, the other PomPoms will be furious and will do whatever they can to crush you. My fellow cheerleaders will be slightly confused but they won't question me because they wouldn't dare, and the rest of the school will finally know you exist," she analyzed logically, before adding, "Although I imagine the gossip about you will range from mean to curious to sarcastic to who knows what else."
Again, I had nothing to say. I was unsure what Karen had in store for me. "I don't want the whole school to know I'm a..." I started.
"Lesbian?" she asked and then added, "Dyke?"
"Yes," I whispered, ashamed.
"Well, that secret can remain a secret for the most part. I won't announce it to the school if that's what you mean. But I *will* expect you to be a 'good little girl' whenever you're asked."
"What do you mean?" I asked, just beginning to understand the full reality of yesterday's submission. I had after all asked Mistress Megan to make me Karen's slave. "Be careful what you wish for."
"Well, I plan to use you over and over and over and over again, and my two co-captains will also be allowed to use your good little girl services sometimes too, understood?"
My face went white with fear as I realized what her plans were; although my pussy also went wet with excitement at the same time. Now, while Karen was a redhead with green eyes, large breasts and rather compact at 5'2", Ashley Swanson and Sabrina McCafferty were her perfect counterparts.
Sabrina was strangely chunky for a cheerleader, I thought, with breasts way too big for any human girl at all; she was about 5'4' and had a surprising amount of confidence in herself for a girl who wasn't particularly attractive. On the other hand, Ashley Swanson was almost 6 feet tall, a brunette, with long, long legs reaching all the way to the ground, brown eyes and very small breasts. She was pretty, but in a conservative way if that makes any sense.
I attempted to answer 'yes I understand,' but nothing came out of my mouth. Karen, clearly getting tired of waiting, said, "Jenny, I know you want this, so don't pretend you don't. I have one question to ask you; if you say yes, then I will expect you to do as you're told from henceforward. If you say no, then I'll understand and will not bother you ever again, not even tell anyone about yesterday's fun romp. Ready for the question?"
Feeling I was on a quiz show with everyone watching and hoping I got the answer wrong, anxiety filled me as I realized I didn't want to displease her. I responded nervously, "Yes, I am."
"Good girl," she said like a mother would say to her little daughter if she did as she was told. She paused, leaving me hanging (I think on purpose) over what seemed like an eternity, "Do you ever want to taste my pussy again?"
My spine had a chill go down it and my pussy got a little wetter just from the question. My answer was obvious: of *course* I wanted to taste her again! She was my fantasy girl! Yet, at what cost? If I said yes, everything in my life would change: the whole school would know who I was and keeping my secret a secret would get a lot harder. That said, if I said no, I would never be allowed to please Karen again and I would remain the unpopular nobody I currently was. As my hand decided all on its own to influence my decision by rubbing my clit, I answered, "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Karen asked leadingly.
Knowing that what she wanted was my formal submission, I said, "Yes, I want to eat your pussy again."
"You will obey?"
"Yes, Mistress Karen, I will obey," I responded like a good little slave. I then pleaded, "But please don't humiliate me in public."
"Mistress Karen, I like that. If you're a good lesbian pussy slave, I will make sure you're protected, my precious," Karen reassured.
"Thank you, Mistress Karen," I said sincerely.
"I will pick you up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. I will have your PomPom outfit ready for you," she informed me.
"Understood, Mistress Karen," I answered obediently.
"You're getting my pussy wet," she said surprisingly. She then continued, "Be sure to wear those sexy stockings you were wearing on Saturday."
"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said, but asked, "Won't they be totally visible below the PomPom skirt?"
"Yes, of course they will," Karen responded casually.
"Oh," I said, slightly worried.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Karen asked.
"No, Mistress Karen," I responded, "It's just... I don't want the whole school to think I'm a tramp."
Karen let out a soft laugh, getting more excited by her developing plans as she went, "I'll have all the other PomPom girls and even the cheerleaders wearing the same thing. *I'll* wear the same thing too! That way you won't stand out. Plus, when you and your other Mistress wore them yesterday I found them to be a turn on. So the entire cheerleader squad will be wearing them and we'll start a new fashion revolution. Out with the old boring knee-high socks and in with the sexy thigh highs. You should feel special my pet, you're about to start a fashion craze."
"I am?" I asked, confused.
"Yes," she answered, "When others see the cheerleaders and me, the queen of the school, wearing thigh highs, they'll copy us. You just watch!"
"OK," I said demurely, believing her, "I will be ready and dressed as you requested, Mistress Karen."
"Fuck, I *love* being called that," Karen said, giving a soft moan.
I asked daringly, "Mistress Karen, are you masturbating because of me?"
"Yes," she moaned, "Tell me a story, my hot little lez, get me off."
"I can do that!" I said, really liking the idea of getting my dream girl off. I considered briefly before beginning, "So you are at school, Mistress Karen, and your pussy is all fired up. You text me while I am in class, demanding I go to the bathroom. I ask to be excused from my class and quickly head towards the bathroom. I knock on the door and you say 'get in here, slut'. I walk in and close the door, being sure to lock it. You then demand, 'Eat my pussy, my lez whore' and I get on my knees and dive into your pussy. You call me all sorts of dirty names as I get you off like a good slave should."
"Aaaaaaaaaah," Karen screamed into the phone as she had an orgasm from my dirty little story. Inside I felt a great joy and a spreading of warmth in my pussy as I knew I had pleased my mistress.
"Did I make you cum, Mistress Karen?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes, my pet," she panted into the phone, still breathing heavily.
"Thank you, Mistress Karen, for allowing me to help you cum. It is an honour to be responsible for your pleasure," I said sincerely, my hand still rubbing my own clit softly, but now I was more aware of it. "Mistress Karen?" I asked.
"Yes, my slave," she asked, almost recovered from her orgasm.
"May I have your permission to cum?" I requested. "My other Mistress says I can't cum without permission anymore."
"Yes, my little tramp, cum for your Mistress, and do it now," she demanded.
I quickly rubbed my clit, faster and faster as I fantasized about all the things Karen might make me do. It took less than a minute and I moaned, "I'm cumming!" and let out an orgasmic moan.
Karen asked, "Did you cum, my dyke?"
"Yes Mistress Karen, thank you for letting your lezzie slut have an orgasm," I responded blissfully.
"That wasn't much of a scream, a good lesbian should scream so the whole world knows she's having an orgasm."
"Sorry, Mistress Karen, but my mother is downstairs and I would hate for her to hear me in such a compromising position. She thinks I am her innocent, sweet, pure daughter and not a lesbian cunt slave," I explained.
"Fair enough," Karen said, "But when you cum for me when we're alone, I expect the walls to shake."
"Of course, Mistress Karen," I agreed, "I will do whatever you ask of me."
"You're such a good little lez. What about Megan?" she asked.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Is she still your Mistress as well?" she asked,
"Yes Mistress Karen, Mistress Megan wants me to consider her my Head Mistress and if I understand her completely, she is your Mistress as well," I explained.
"Oh," she said thoughtfully, "Do you think Megan would take me as a slave?"
"Oh yes," I said, sure I was right.
"Well, when do you plan to see Mistress Megan next?"
"She texted me this morning, asking me to come over at five to babysit. I don't know if she really means babysit or something else," I said, unsure of Mistress Megan's purpose and how to answer Mistress Karen's questioning correctly.
"I see," Karen said, "Please tell Mistress Megan I would love to see her again."
"Yes Mistress Karen," I said, "I am sure she will be glad to hear it."
"What is your cell number?" she asked. I gave to her and she gave me her own digits back. I put them in my cell phone under my favourite five.
"I will see you at eight tomorrow morning, my slut," Karen confirmed once again. I was surprised and flattered she didn't have to ask where I lived.
"Yes Mistress Karen, I will be ready," I responded.
"Goodbye Jenny," she said, using my name for the first time ever.
"Goodbye Mistress Karen," I responded, and she hung up the phone. I did the same and reflected about our conversation. Karen was submissive to Megan but dominant to me, which I thought was strange. I went to my desk and did some Calculus homework for a while and then began to write my Pride and Prejudice essay that was due in a couple of weeks.
At ten to five I put on white thigh high stockings, a red sweatshirt, and a long skirt, as mother was home and would think it odd for me to leave on a Sunday in my school outfit. I arrived at Megan's and saw her dressed casually in jeans, a blouse and open toe heels that showed she had tan stockings on underneath. She gave me a hug and said, "You didn't know whether this was actual babysitting, did you?"
"No," I said slightly disappointed.
"Sorry to disappoint. I'm going out for supper with a couple of friends and then to a movie. I should be home around 9:30 or so."
"OK," I said, trying to be my usual bubbly self, although inside I was devastated. Trying to get her interest back, I said, "Karen called me, she asked me if I wanted her to be my Mistress and I said yes. I hope that was ok."
"Yes, that's what we established on Saturday, so it's fine. She probably just wanted to formalize it by getting you to say so."
"Yes, it did sound like that, Mistress. She also said she was hoping to be able to see you again."
"Oh," Megan said, "Well that can be arranged. Do you have her number?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, grabbing my cell phone. I handed it to her and she hit dial.
"Hi Karen," Megan said, "It's Megan." There was a pause before she continued, "Yes, it's good to hear your voice again too. So Jenny here says you're interested in seeing me again." After a brief pause she said, "Good, well, I'm free on Tuesday evening, are you? Good. Now you must understand if you come over, you are mine for the night." After a brief pause, Megan gave me a wink as she said, "And I expect you to treat my little Jenny well. Learn to be a good Mistress to her. In return she will be a perfect slave." Megan laughed at something Karen said and she then added, "Yes, she is *very* obedient. I will see you on Tuesday at seven PM, do not be late."
Megan handed me back the phone and asked, "Are you free on Tuesday?"
"Oh yes, Mistress Megan!" I said a little too eagerly.
"Great! I am going to train Karen how to be a good Mistress to you," Megan explained.
"Thank you, Mistress Megan," I responded gratefully.
Megan came up to me and kissed my lips gently. She then broke the kiss and said, "I will always look after you, my sweet." She began to leave and then said, "Max is in the basement watching Toy Story 3 for the hundredth time in a row. Be sure to put him to bed at eight o'clock. After he goes to sleep, there is a reward for you in the envelope on the kitchen table."
I looked over to see a vanilla-coloured envelope on the table. She smiled and said sternly, "Do *not* open it until Max is asleep."
Max ran up the steps at that moment and so I responded with, "Yes, Ms. Cameron."
Max gave his mother a big hug goodbye and then ran to me and said, "Jen, play hide and seek with me."
I bent down and said, "Of course, Max."
Max announced, "I get to hide first!"
I smiled and started counting, "1-2..." Max immediately ran away to hide.
Megan smiled and said, "Jenny, you really are the perfect all-around babysitter."
"I aim to please," I said, awkwardly seductive.
"That you do, my precious," Megan said as she headed out her front door.
I spent the next couple of hours playing with Max, who is a funny, funny boy. We watched Toy Story again, played games, had a snack, cleaned up his snack mess and I read him three books. He eventually fell asleep, way later than he was supposed to, while I eagerly anticipated whatever was in the envelope. As soon as I was sure he was asleep, I hurried to the envelope and opened it.
It was a letter. It said, "Dear Jenny. Go to my computer and log in as DrMeg, password JennyBoss1. When you do, go to my files, find the bin called 'my stories' and click on Bedding the Babysitter. Read it."
I followed Mistress Megan's instructions and, after a few minutes, I was face to face with my own story! I went ruby red I imagine, as I realized she had documented my entire submission. I read the story, learning exactly how I was seduced, and all the thought my Mistress had put into planning it. I was in awe! I then relived my first time with her from the printed screen and began to rub myself. I took my time, just teasing myself. As I read about Saturday, a flood of memories washed over me. Each detail made me smile, made me cringe, made me want to relive it again and again. I finished the story and was surprised to learn that Mistress Megan had lined up to please Big Rosie.
I was still rubbing myself when Megan walked into her room. I was so immersed in her story that I hadn't heard her come home. She said, "I see you're enjoying your story."
"Very much so," I said.
"Guess what?" she asked as she pulled me up from the chair and into a hug looking into my eyes.
I looked back into her eyes and asked, "What, Mistress?"
"That story you read?" she began teasingly.
"Yes, Mistress Megan?" I queried.
She kissed me and then began, "I plan..."
Another kiss as she teased, "...to... "Her mouth moved to my right ear as she whispered, "...submit this story..." she continued as she moved to my other ear and finished the sentence, her hot breath on my ear, "...to Literotica!"
Her lips went to my neck as I gasped, "Oh my!"
"I think very soon..." she whispered, her hand sliding to my pussy, "...that the whole world will know your story." I moaned as she rubbed my clit. "Pervs, dykes, and young eighteen-year-old girls like yourself."
"Whatever you wish, Mistress Megan," I breathed heavily.
"Good," she said, "I plan to send it to my online friend Jasmine who will take the story and change our last names and make it all erotic and so forth. Have you read any of her stories on Literotica? She goes under the name silkstockingslover."
I recognized the name as I continued to moan, "The name does sound familiar. Yes, I know! She's the one with the nice legs."
Megan then abruptly quit touching my pussy and moved to the bed. "Yes, she is. You can read some of her stories tonight when you get home. She's one crazy bitch. She's not very politically correct, but she really knows how to write a hot story!"
I stood there, unsure what to do. I finally asked, "Can I please cum, Mistress Megan?"
"No," was all she said.
I waited for her to say more, but she just stared at me with an unreadable expression on her face. It then turned into a slight smirk. This frustrated me greatly until I finally asked, "Why not, Mistress Megan?"
"All good things come to those who wait," she said philosophically. Seeing my confused, frustrated and annoyed expression she added, "I'm assigning you an exercise in self-control: you aren't allowed to cum until Tuesday. If Karen tries to get you to have an orgasm, you must tell her it's forbidden." She paused for thought and then said, "Matter of fact, give me your phone again."
I handed it to her.
She hit the speed-dial and after a few seconds said, "Hi Karen, it's Mistress Megan again." After a couple of seconds she continued, "I have plans for you so I've decided to rush this ahead. From this moment forward I am your Mistress and you are my slave. Is that something you want and do you agree to it?"
Mistress Karen was going to be Mistress Megan's slave too? My mouth dropped open. It had been doing that a lot recently.
After another pause Mistress Megan continued. "Excellent, that's settled, then. Welcome aboard, Slut Karen." Another pause, then, "You're most welcome. Now here is my first requirement of you and the main reason I called: Neither you nor Jenny are permitted to have an orgasm until I see the two of you together Tuesday evening, is that understood?" A second later she said, "that would be okay if you think you can handle it, but if you yourself cum even a little, you will be punished. Goodbye slut," and handed me back the phone. She then finished, "Don't worry, my sweet, I won't touch myself until then either. We can all be horny together on Tuesday." She walked over to kiss me sweetly one last time and said, "You'd better get going home. You have school tomorrow."
"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, and feeling disappointed and depressed because I was horny already, I left and returned home.
I didn't look up the stories Mistress had mentioned for fear of them getting me even hornier. Instead I did my homework, struggling to start that stupid Pride and Prejudice essay for English class. Unlike the movie, the book didn't have any zombies in it and I wondered why Ms. Austen had left them out. I didn't get too far on the essay before deciding just to go to bed. It took forever to nod off as I often masturbate myself to sleep and I kept wondering what Karen had in store for me tomorrow. I considered so many possibilities and I fantasized about so many more. Yet what did happen the next few days was so much sexier, so much dirtier and so much crazier than I could've even begun to imagine.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
**MONDAY FEBRUARY 3****<sup>RD</sup>****: Getting Noticed**
The day began early as I spent way more time than I usually do getting ready. I wanted to look presentable for Karen. I put on beige thigh highs, and with my short skirt anyone could see exactly what style of nylons I was wearing. I was surprised that my legs looked pretty sexy all sticking out like that, the first of many surprises that week, when Karen appeared in my doorway a few minutes before eight. She was wearing her usual cheerleading outfit, cheerleaders being the only girls who were allowed not to wear the school uniform, along with dark beige thigh highs with the lace tops in clear view. The red and white school colours were brought more to life contrasting like that with the dark beige stockings. She came in and without any sort of greeting said, "Take off the skirt and top, I have your new outfit." She handed me a bag.
I opened the bag and saw the cheerleading red skirt and the usual tight white t-shirt with short red sleeves, and the word 'Trainee' on the back. I started for the bathroom to change when Karen demanded, "No put it on right here."
"OK," I said and quickly switched skirts. I then took off my blouse and put on the new t-shirt, which was very tight and showcased every curve of my breasts, just like the skirt was doing to my hips and butt. I looked in the mirror and my mouth dropped open. "I can't wear *this* to school!" I gasped.
Karen said dismissively, "You look good, hot actually. Especially those legs." She then said, "But let's make this even hotter by putting your hair in pigtails. Enhance the innocent look even while everyone's admiring your hot little body."
"Pigtails?" I asked.
"Yep," she said, and in a flash my hair was in pigtails held by little red-and-white scrunchies. As she finished my make-over she breathed into my ear, "You're going to be one hot little lez trainee for me, aren't you?"
A light moan escaped my lips as I responded quietly, "Yes Mistress Karen."
Karen then grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen where my mom saw my new look. She gave a long, puzzled look before she asked, "Sweetie, what are you wearing?"
Mistress Karen turned on the charm and explained, "Hi Mrs. Wyatt, I'm Karen; Jenny has decided to try out for the cheerleading squad and this is her trainee uniform."
"She has?" my mother questioned with a completely mystified look on her face. "My daughter wants to be a cheerleader?"
"Yes I do, Mom," I confirmed, "Isn't that ok?"
My Mom quickly recovered from this extreme fashion and social change in her daughter and she reassured me, "Oh no, no honey, it's fine. It's just a bit of a surprise."
Karen slyly added, "Oh, Jenny is full of surprises recently, aren't you, Jenny?"
My face went red as I feared that Karen might reveal my new submissive lifestyle to my prudish mother. Luckily Karen said only, "Nice meeting you Mrs. Wyatt, but if we don't leave now we'll be late for school."
Karen grabbed my hand and led me out the door as my Mom called out, "Have a great day, honey!"
As we reached the car, Karen confided, "Your Mom is pretty hot."
I blushed, never really thinking of her in any way other than just my mother. "You think so?"
"Yes,' Karen confirmed, "and you look just like her."
A chill went up my spine as I realized she had just given me a compliment on the sly. I got in Karen's car and sat there silently as she put the car in Drive. I waited patiently for her to speak, but she stayed silent as she drove. Oddly, I felt a tingle between my legs and the beginnings of dampness forming. I silently cursed to myself.
Karen finally broke the silence as she asked a bit pretentiously, "So my slave, are you ready for your ascent to popularity?"
I looked at her, stared actually, at her pure beauty, and answered her question with an immense amount of trepidation, "Yes, Mistress Karen."
"You don't sound too convincing, my little pussy pleaser," Karen observed with concern.
"Well, I really don't know what to expect," I began, "Last week, my life made sense. I went to school, sat with my couple of friends and lived a simple wallflower life."
"Did you like that life?"
"I don't know. It was ok, I guess. It was the life I knew. It was who I was. I accepted long ago I wouldn't ever be popular and would just live my high school life as a ghost. Seeing everything going on around me, but never being allowed to participate." I was surprised how much I'd just opened up to her, allowing my deepest insecurities to spill out like water when a dam bursts.
Karen gave me a sympathetic smile and said, "You know, being popular isn't all people think it is. It turns you into someone you aren't. For example, everyone looks up to me to lead, and somehow my persona has turned into one that's strong on bitchy and arrogant. But..."
I looked at her; she had a tear in her eye, "It's ok," I said, my hand setting down on her leg as we stopped at a red light.
She grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze, and shared, "People only see what they want to see, and I think that's true for both of us, just in different ways."
I laughed and felt a really warm feeling for her as I agreed, "Isn't that the truth."
As the light went green, she let go of my hand and said with a smirk, "Okay, we're both human, even me. Don't think that means I won't use you as my little submissive."
"Not for a minute, Mistress Karen," I replied, but with a warm, supportive smile that was far from submissive.
Karen smiled, "I just want you between my legs, but we can't do that right now," she said, frustrated, knowing we weren't allowed to cum.
"I would love nothing more," I flirted back, with a slight tone of frustration of my own. I didn't even know I *knew* how to flirt.
Karen smiled as we pulled up to the school and into the grade twelve parking lot, "Well," she began, "Are you ready for who knows what?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," I said unsure where this would lead, but excited to begin my new life and obey my new mistress.
"OK," Karen said, "Let's go, my little dyke." She then opened the door and strode out, and I, after letting out one last sigh of trepidation, did the same.
Karen came around to my side of the car and offhandedly handed me her books, and I took them before meekly following her away, walking three feet behind her as all PomPoms did. I felt humiliation burning inside me as I got a plethora of odd looks from the other grade twelves also leaving the parking lot. I looked down, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, as I heard the odd rumbling of speculation and probably rumours beginning.
Mike, a basketball player, asked Karen, "Who's the new 'cruit?"
Karen smiled up at the tall athlete, "Don't you recognize her? This is Jenny Wyatt. She's in our English class."
As Mike looked me up and down like a piece of meat, I looked way up at his face, trying to show confidence in my new look, and gave him a smile. "A grade twelve recruit, nice," he said.
Karen said with an innuendo hopefully only I understood, "Yes, Jenny is a real eager beaver." I'm sure my cheeks went a fire-engine red! Finally after chatting with Mike for another minute Karen said, "Let's go, PomPom." As we resumed walking, she looked back and must have seen my embarrassment, so she turned back to me and whispered, "Jenny, keep your head up and look proud; you're a PomPom now! *Everybody* wants to be a cheerleader! Today you've become the envy of most girls here, and what's more you'll be the focus of many boys' late night all-alone stroke sessions."
I looked blankly at her, confused, "Stroke sessions?"
"You really *are* that innocent, aren't you," she teased with a chuckle, "Stroke sessions, you know: whacking off, beating the stick, cranking the love pump, fist fucking."
Finally the light bulb went *click* and I said, shocked, "Boys will be masturbating about me?"
"Girls too, I imagine," she informed me and began walking again as if she hadn't just dumped a landslide on my head!
I followed behind her, working on getting the hang of walking proud. It was then I saw Sally, my best friend at school, although not someone I did much with outside of school. She had a perplexed look on her face as she saw me. I gave her an 'I know this is weird' look and then said, "Hi Sally," without daring to stop.
We entered the school building and I followed Karen to her locker. I continued to carry her books as she met Sabrina, who was wearing thigh highs as Karen had told me she would, and gave her a hug. Sabrina gave me a look, not overly impressed, and then asked, "So this is your new recruit?"
Karen smiled, but used a 'don't mess with me' tone when she answered, "Yes, this is Jenny; she's our newest PomPom."
I'd known Sabrina since the fifth grade and always thought she was intimidating and sometimes even a bit of a bully. So it didn't help when she shrugged indifferently like she did for almost everything and asked, "So why the thigh highs?"
Karen said, "It was time for a change. Plus, they're sexier than knee-high socks, don't you think?" Karen then did a diva pose which almost showed her panties and made my cunt seep a little, and a few boys stopped to stare. She then asked Sabrina, "So what do you think?"
"Well they *are* hotter and sluttier," Sabrina admitted. "Don't you think Principal Dictator will make us change?"
"No, he loves checking us out," Karen answered breezily.
"Ho!"
"Slut!"
Their 'riveting' banter was boring me but I pretended to care. The warning bell about class starting in five minutes then rang, and I walked Karen to her Biology class before rushing to my Chemistry class. I got a lot of odd looks, but I just sat down in my regular seat as if nothing was different.
The rest of the morning was a blur of the surreal. Teachers were giving me curious looks, girls giving me jealous glares and boys giving me horny stares. All this attention felt really strange after a lifetime of being some nobody that lurked on the fringes of the school hierarchy.
I liked it---it was exhilarating.
I hated it---it was awkward.
I loved it---it was addictive.
All these conflicting feelings overwhelmed me. It was great to be noticed, yet I soon began resenting being seen just as an object. In History class I noticed Wilson, who was a poster boy for nerds, gawking at my legs. I don't know why I did it, but I looked at him and winked seductively. He blushed and quickly looked away. I felt a perverse joy both from embarrassing him and from being stared at. Okay, I felt *two* ways about getting objectified.
Lunchtime finally arrived, so quickly and eagerly like a puppy looking for her mistress, I went to find Karen. She was chatting at her locker with Ashley, who towered over me. Unlike Sabrina who'd looked down on me, not quite sneering, Ashley looked down on me only because she was tall, but she couldn't help that and was very nice to me. She greeted, "Hi Jenny, welcome to cheerleading; you're in my History class, right?"
I smiled, happy she knew who I was, and responded, "Yes, Ashley."
"What's your essay topic?" she asked.
"The rights of women in third-world countries," I replied.
"Are you a feminist?" she asked.
Karen laughed and said, 'Trust me: Jenny is not a feminist, although she does have an appetite for women." I went red I'm sure, as Ashley gave her a confused look. Karen handed me her lunch to carry and we went into the cafeteria. I looked over at my usual outsider table and waved to Sally and my other friend Eleanor. They gave me awkward waves back as they tried to figure out why on earth I'd become a PomPom.
During lunch at the table reserved for the cheerleaders and their lackies, I was asked to fetch dessert for the three captains, then got lambasted by Sabrina when there was no strawberry jello so I got her cherry instead. She said, "PomPom, how useless are you? I asked for strawberry; does this look like strawberry?"
"I know," I responded explaining, "They were out of strawberry so I got you cherry."
She looked at Karen, greatly perturbed, and asked, "Really? Why her?"
Karen didn't defend me exactly, she just responded vaguely, "Oh, Jenny has some very special talents, trust me." I blushed; worried that she might describe or even make me show them my special talents. I knew it would have to happen sometime, these three were the head cheerleaders! But she didn't.
The table of cheerleaders was all talking about the upcoming Valentine's Dance: what they were wearing and who was taking them. The conversations were hard to follow as it seemed all ten girls were talking at once, while myself and the other four PomPoms, all freshman by the way, just listened intently. When the warning bell rang, I walked Karen to her class and then I headed to Advanced Calculus class, which I suppose really did showcase why I was a geek. I love numbers and following logic to those *way out there* places.
I arrived in class and took my usual seat at a table between Sally and Eleanor. I'd been dreading this encounter all through lunch hour, trying to think of what I could say to the two of them. I couldn't bring myself to tell them I was a lesbian and that Karen was my mistress, and I'd never once in my life given anyone the slightest hint I wanted to be a cheerleader, and of course no grade twelve just suddenly, partway through the school year, decides to become a cheerleader, and especially a lower class (what year you're in) PomPom. So I had to come up with a lie and I thought of one. I sat down and greeted, "Hi girls."
They both said hi back, and both seemed too nervous to ask the question about the elephant in the classroom. So I began by asking, "I guess you're probably wondering how I got to be a PomPom?"
Sally, the sarcastic one, offered, "You must've lost a bet."
I gave her an insincere chuckle and said, "Funny! No, on Saturday I went shopping at the store where Karen Pepper works, and before I knew it she asked if I wanted to be a PomPom. I was so flattered I said yes and then on Sunday I panicked. What if she was setting me up to embarrass me? I decided not to do it, but then she showed up at my house this morning with the outfit and *ta-da* here I am. It doesn't seem to be a trick, either: as you saw, I sat at the cheerleader table today and some of them were even nice to me, especially Karen and Ashley."
They both looked at me as if I was an alien speaking in some intergalactical language. Finally Eleanor asked shyly, "So you want to be a cheerleader?"
Thinking of Karen's advice I responded, "Yes, I do."
"Oh," Eleanor said, almost speechless.
Sally added, not even sarcastically, "Well it does make you look s...," she paused for a long moment before rewording and finishing with "prettier."
I think she'd wanted to say 'sexier', which made me wonder if she was a lesbian. But that thought quickly faded as Mr. Hermanson began class.
Once the class ended I surprised both Sally and myself by giving her a squeeze on the leg and saying, "Later, ladies." I then rushed out to find Karen and went with her to the one class I had with her, English.
On the walk there, Karen asked, "So, how has your day been, what with living in the spotlight and all?"
"Great," I responded, which was partly true and partly a lie. It was great as I was enjoying all the looks, mostly, but it wasn't *all* great as I balanced my newfound popularity against the fact that I was only popular because I was dressed differently, not because of who I was as a person.
"Good to hear," Karen said and then informed me, "By the way, the first rumour about you has already hit Gossip Alley."
"W-w-what? W-what are they saying?" I stuttered, fearing what she would tell me next.
"I hear that you slept with a couple of basketball players in return for the privilege of becoming a PomPom."
"No, that's terrible!" I bewailed, tears forming in my eyes.
Karen rubbed my back gently as she chided me sympathetically, "Oh Jenny, get used to it! How many rumours have you heard about me?"
I thought about that and realized I'd heard lots. From the one where she gave blow jobs to our quarterback Aiden Smith before every game, to her sleeping with the hot gym teacher Mr. Parker and his wife, to her spending all last summer in rehab for drug and alcohol abuse. "Lots," I admitted honestly.
"And trust me, almost none of them are true; we're the celebrities at the high school. And rumours are like the tabloids, they feed the masses stories, the juicier the better, regardless of whether they're true or not. People want to live vicariously through us."
I considered her explanation as I said, "But people will think I'm a slut."
"Well, you just so happen to be one and so am I; but if stories go around about it they won't have any evidence, so everyone will think it's just another stupid rumour. And at least people will know who you are," she said.
Right at that moment Troy Sparks, a 6'3" black basketball player, walked over to us and greeted, "Hi Karen, Hi Jenny."
I blushed; stunned that *the* Troy Sparks had any clue who I was. I didn't even hear the next part of the conversation, but suddenly they were both looking at me waiting for a response. "Sorry, what?" I asked like a confused idiot.
Troy asked me again, "Are you going to the Valentine's Dance?"
"Oh, no, I don't go to dances," I began, until I saw Karen nodding her head yes at me, so I quickly regrouped and said with a sly smile on my face, "but there's always a first time for everything."
Troy, all confident, informed me, "Great, so you'll be my date?"
A slight gasp escaped my lips as I realized that *he* was asking *me* to be his date at a major dance. I wanted to say no, but again Karen was nodding her head yes. So reluctantly, very reluctantly, I somehow conquered my shyness and told him, "Sounds great."
The warning bell rang and Troy said, "Great, I'll be in touch," and headed off to whatever class he had.
I stood there stunned as Karen grabbed my hand and teased, "Geez, you really *are* turning into a whore."
This brought me back to reality and we got to class just as the bell rang. Up till now all my teachers had noticed my new look, and they'd all given me a questioning glance or two, but none had said anything. But that changed as soon as I walked into Miss Morgan's English class. Miss Morgan gave me her usual bright smile, but this time she said, "Wow, Jenny you're a PomPom girl?"
"Yes ma'am," I responded politely.
"That's a real surprise," she said, then added, "But in a good way! And you look adorable in your new outfit!" I blushed and my pussy leaked just a smidge at getting such a compliment from a teacher I'd spent many late nights fantasizing about while I... you know. Miss Morgan is a brand new first-year teacher and easily one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She has these hypnotic ocean-blue eyes, long straight blonde hair, large breasts that she doesn't hide but even pretty much shows off with those tight sweaters she usually wears, and she has long, luscious legs that she always shows off in pantyhose (although deep down I hoped they were secret stockings or thigh highs). Her smile always made me melt and her voice, so sweet and innocent, was the icing on an already perfect cupcake. I guess I've just made it pretty clear I have a crush on her, just like the one I've always had on Karen.
I managed to force out a mutter, "Thank you, Miss," and sat down in my front-row seat. I didn't know at first if it was a coincidence or not, but it seemed to me that Miss Morgan would often take glimpses at my legs. By the end of the class I was convinced I was right, as the looks came often enough that they could no longer be just coincidence. As she talked about Langston Hughes and how he was the voice of a minority, I zoned out and wondered if Miss Morgan was a lesbian. I had to close my legs tight so as to not get too excited and desperately attempted to pay attention to her lecture.
Just before the bell was to ring Miss Morgan gave us all a brief assignment; She explained, "We all belong to minorities in some way. Some of you come from a minority racial background, some of you have unique family situations, and some of you may feel insecure about something else unusual about you." She paused before finishing, "So your assignment, due tomorrow, is to write a poem, in the style of Langston Hughes, in other words simplistic in word usage but deep in message, about being in a minority. Get personal, get passionate, dig deep to see how you are a minority in this class, this school, this city, this country or this world."
Someone asked how long and she said, "This is poetry so the length is irrelevant, so whether it's long or short, just write until the message shines through. You are dismissed." She sat on top of a desk near the door and watched as we got ready to leave. She then requested, "Jenny, can you please stay for a minute?"
"Sure, Miss Morgan," I responded, both eager to hear what she had to say and scared of what she might discover.
As the class dispersed, she told me, "I'd like you to write about this whole PomPom situation."
"Excuse me?" I asked confused.
"Well, as of today you're a minority of one. I don't think any grade twelve has ever been a PomPom before, have they?"
"I don't think so," I responded.
"Well then, that's your assignment. I look forward to seeing what you come up with," she concluded before standing up and striding away to her desk.
"Thanks, Miss Morgan," I said politely and began to leave. As I reached the door I looked back and saw her watching me. So unlike the old me, I gave her a wink and a smile and a wave; she instantly put her head down, but I was now pretty convinced Miss Morgan was a lesbian or at least girl-curious. *Maybe she likes me!* I thought.
After I left, I was instantly face to face with Karen so I screeched to a stop as she said, "Miss Morgan was *so* into you."
I blushed and agreed, "She did seem to be checking me out."
"Checking you out? She wanted to have you for *supper*," Karen amplified.
"Well that may be overboard," I said.
"We may just have to get you to seduce her," Karen speculated as we headed for the gym. Other cheerleaders quickly joined us, so this conversation would have to wait. The next two hours were insane. I'd never put a second of thought into what cheerleaders do. I had never considered them athletes or skilled, but after doing a single practice with them, my whole respect for them skyrocketed.
My whole body ached fifteen minutes in, and that was just from the stretching. Miss Hopkins the cheerleading coach, was a slave-driver and a complete bitch. She was a perfectly fit, black woman, in her early thirties I would guess, who was pretty much Sue from Glee if you've ever watched it. She yelled, she criticized, and she humiliated all of us. Sweat was pouring off my whole body by the time the workout was done. The last hour was cheer after cheer and dance move after dance move with hardly a chance to catch your breath between each one. I learned I had no memory for the cheers, but I caught on to the dances pretty quickly. When practice ended, I was pleasantly surprised to receive what I guess passes as a compliment in Miss Hopkins' world as she told me, "Hey Jenny, you don't suck as much as I'd assumed you would."
"Um thanks," I responded, but she'd already begun walking away, so I found myself talking to her back, which didn't look very approving, so oh well. I showered and changed and was then asked by Sabrina to give her a neck massage, which she criticized the whole time. I wasn't massaging hard enough, but then I was massaging too hard. I couldn't ever get it just right for her and I wondered if she was just making stuff up so I'd feel bad. She finally got up and said to me in a condescending tone, "Thanks, I guess, but you'll never be a real cheerleader." She then walked away.
On the drive home Karen reassured me, "Sabrina will come around. She isn't one to accept change or any threat to her power. And she sees you as a threat."
"Threat? Me? Why?" I asked, stunned.
"Can't you see? You're a diamond in the rough, honey."
"What?"
"You're smart, cute, sexy, sweet, and the head cheerleader captain (me) has taken an obvious liking to you," she said, her right hand dropping to my leg. "In other words, she feels like you could replace her." She then paused as she moved her hand up my leg and under my skirt. "And she *should* be worried, because she's right: I hate that bitch."
I gave a soft moan as her finger touched my pussy over my underwear as she drove. As she reached my house she said, "So I think we'll test a theory tomorrow."
"What theory?" I asked.
"That Miss Morgan is a dyke," she blurted out, her finger tracing my pussy lips through my underwear.
"How so?" I moaned.
"Wear a pair of heels tomorrow and throughout her class, dangle your shoe. Even let it fall to the floor once in a while. Don't look at her to see what she does, but I will. Then afterwards I'll tell you about her reactions," she said as she formulated the plan, her finger still teasing my now extremely damp pussy.
I finally said, "Mistress, please stop before I cum."
"So?" she teased.
"Mistress Megan said we can't."
"She'll never know," she whispered, her finger putting pressure on my clit.
"But I can't ever lie to her," I whimpered, "and I never will."
"Suit yourself," Karen said and withdrew her hand from under my skirt. I was both disappointed and relieved as I got ready to leave the car, and then she asked, "What are you going to write your poem about?"
"Miss Morgan asked me to write it about how I became a PomPom girl," I said.
"Fuck off!" Karen said, shocked, it appeared in a good way.
"Seriously, but I have no idea what to write."
"But this is perfect!" Karen exulted.
"How so?" I asked.
"Write a poem where you come out to her," Karen said confidently.
"What?" I said horrified.
" If she's a dyke, this will be a perfect ploy."
"For what?" I asked freaking out inside.
"Oh, just for you to fuck her," Karen said casually.
"You want me to fuck Miss Morgan?" I asked.
"Don't *you* want to?" she asked back.
I paused for a long time, knowing deep down I would love to pleasure Miss Morgan, so I answered shyly, "Well... yes."
Karen responded, "Jenny, you need to stop being so insecure and shy. You're a PomPom girl now! You're in! Be aggressive, be confident."
"OK," I said rather unconvincingly.
Karen's tone dripped with frustration as she wouldn't let go of this, "Now tell me what you want to do to Miss Morgan?"
I responded after a few seconds, "I want to eat her pussy."
"Well, that's a bit better, but be more aggressive," she said.
I contemplated this for a bit before finally releasing my real feelings as I said, "Mistress, I want to eat that hot bitch's pussy until she cums all over my slut face, and then I want her to fuck my pussy till I cum like the little dyke that I am. Then I want to hide under her desk licking her cunt while she has a parent interview with my Mom. I want her to share me with the entire female teaching staff in the school. I want to be her lez whore. So there!" I didn't stomp my foot, which would be awkward in the car.
Karen's mouth dropped a little as she said, "Well, that's way better! I knew you had it in you!"
A bit breathless after my outburst (which even *I* thought was sexy), I looked at my watch and said I should get inside.
"OK," Karen said.
I said, "Goodbye, Mistress Karen."
Karen leaned over and kissed me. The kiss sent electric shocks throughout my whole body as it was so unexpected and tender. She parted my lips with her tongue and we French kissed for a couple of minutes. She then broke the kiss and told me, "I'll pick you up tomorrow at the same time."
"Ok," I said.
The night was uneventful as I tried not to think of tomorrow; that said, writing my poem was difficult and frightening, yet when it was done I felt relieved; it seemed to wash away any insecurities or doubts I had. I was a lesbian and that wasn't going to change...although I was still not ready to give such news to my mother. In case you're curious, here's the poem...
**ACCEPTANCE: FINDING MY WAY**
Have you ever wondered
Who you are?
I have
Every single day
Felt
Shame
For
...
My sexuality
Hid it
Deep down inside for
I was a wallflower
Always on the outside
Looking in
...
But
...
That all changed when
She
Found me that day and
When
She
Kissed me gently and
When
I
Fell to my knees
Desperate
To please her
Between
Her
Stocking-covered legs and
I
Accepted who I was as
I
Extended my tongue and
I had a
Loving
Mistress and
I knew that
I
Would become the
Perfect
Submissive and
Obedient
Lesbian
Slave
...
And
...
...
...
Now I have something I can
...
Cheer!
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
**TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4****<sup>th</sup>****: A Power Shift**
I woke up excited, knowing that tonight was a special night with Mistress Megan and that I probably would be allowed to cum... and if I didn't real soon, I might just explode. I wore my PomPom Outfit with red thigh thighs which I thought were really hot since red is a school colour, and hip as I would definitely stand out. As instructed by Mistress Karen I also wore heels, although the only pair I owned (except for those really dress-up ones Mistress Megan bought me on Saturday, and I couldn't wear *those* to school) were a lame pair with a stubby little one-inch heel. I was waiting by the door and as soon as Karen pulled up I rushed out of the house before Mom could object to today's outfit.
The look on Karen's face was indescribable as she saw me in the red stockings. She said these flattering words to me, "Wow, that is fucking hot! I've got to get some of those!" Her hand moved to my leg to feel the silk fabric.
"Thanks!" I responded, very happy to please her, "I thought you would like them."
"Your shoes on the other hand," she said with disapproval, "have got to go."
"I know, but they're all I have," I said with a sigh.
"What size are you?" Karen asked, "A six?"
"Yes," I said back.
"We have the same size then," she said, as she started driving with a U-turn. "We're going back to my place."
She started driving and asked how the poem went. I read it to her and she gasped as it got dirtier. "Wow," she said amazed, "That's so hot! You really *are* turning into a sex machine, aren't you?"
I shrugged and said, "It seems so."
We arrived at Karen's mansion, I had assumed she was rich and now that assumption became a fact. She said, "Wait here," and went inside. She came out a couple of minutes later with a pair of black three-inch pumps. She handed them to me and said, "Put these on."
I put them on as Karen drove us to school. As I got out of the car I realized I'd never had three-inch heels on before. I almost stumbled twice early on but then got the hang of it. As we entered the school I got even more looks than yesterday. The red stockings stood out so much that everyone who saw them did a doubletake! When we arrived at Karen's locker, bitch Sabrina (like I was calling her in my head) shook her head in disgust and said, "Jenny, could you look like a bigger slut if you tried?"
Karen quickly defended me by saying, "It's a brilliant idea, and tomorrow we'll all be wearing red. Secondly, calling Jenny a slut is a bit chancy, don't you think, Miss Free Spirit?" Karen glared at Sabrina, who was seething right back, but said nothing in response to being called a slut by the head cheerleader.
Ashley came up behind me and said, "Wow, Jenny, red stockings are a great idea! Why didn't any of us think of that?"
I turned around, looked up at her and said, "Thanks. It was just a spur of the moment thing. I had a pair and thought, what the heck."
"Well, good call," Ashley said as the bell rang. The rest of the morning went by as a blur. A quiz in History, a lot of strange looks, a few boys drooling; even a couple of girls seemed to be giving me special attention (the good kind, not jealousy like some of the rest). While yesterday I'd been conflicted about my new popularity, it was now becoming addictive. I was beginning to like the looks, even though I still knew they were nothing about the real me. Based on their expressions, Sally and Eleanor were even more baffled by my appearance today. They had no idea how to react to my new legs.
I met Karen at her locker to head into Miss Morgan's English class. As we walked, Karen instructed me, "Remember, be confident. In your mind, every boy here wants to fuck you and every girl wants to eat you." As we entered class, she added, "Including hot teachers."
Miss Morgan's expression changed the second she saw me. I walked up to her, confident on the outside, an insecure mess on the inside, as I handed her my poem and said seductively, or at least trying for seductive (remember Marilyn Monroe when she played a dimwit trying for vampy?), "Here is my poem, Miss Morgan. I think you will really enjoy it." I then turned around and sat down at my desk.
Miss Morgan sat down at her desk and began to read my poem, and her face went redder and redder as she read each well-chosen word. When she finished, she looked at me and saw I was staring at her, so she quickly looked away and placed my assignment upside down on her desk. As class began, I could tell she was trying not to look at me, but I was in the front row and dead center so I was hard to miss. As instructed by Mistress Karen, I dangled my shoe and when she avoided looking at my legs for too long, I dropped the shoe to the floor. As expected, she looked down. She lectured for a couple of minutes before she gave us time to take a quiz about the short story we'd just read. Miss Morgan went to her desk and began marking last night's assignments. I looked up on a few occasions to see if she was looking my way but didn't ever catch her glancing at me at all. Suddenly I realized how foolish I'd been. She wasn't interested in me, she was just surprised and perhaps concerned by my new appearance. The bell rang and I scuttled out of the room and went to cheerleading practice with Karen.
It was another exhausting practice, but everything seemed a bit easier this time. I'd completed the heavy lifting of memorizing the chants and cheers by the end of this second day, and the dance numbers were getting easier. Stamina-wise I was still weak, but I did seem to have a bit more energy than I'd had the day before.
On the drive home, Karen and I stopped at the mall and she bought twenty-five pairs of red thigh high stockings. She also bought twenty-five pairs of black ones, which matched the trim on our cheerleading outfits, plus twenty white pairs which was all they had, white being our other school colour. I couldn't imagine ever having so much money just to throw around on a whim! Just under 400 bucks and one incredibly curious saleslady later, we were driving back home. Karen said, "So what do you think, Miss Morgan is definitely a dyke?"
I shook my head as I said, "No, I don't think so. She didn't look at me the whole time she was at her desk."
"True, because by then she knew I was watching her," Karen explained.
"How do you figure?" I asked curiously.
"She caught me smirking at her the couple of times she'd clearly checked you out earlier in the class. After that I was smirking because of all her struggles *not* to check you out. "
"Really?" I said, unbelieving.
"Really," she replied, "It's only a matter of time before you get lucky."
We arrived at my place and as soon as she parked, she shut the car off and took her keys out. I looked at her with a confused look. She smiled, flipped open her phone and pressed a button. Her free hand moved to my leg as she waited a few seconds before saying, "Hi, Mom. I'm going to stay for supper at Jenny's house." A brief pause ensued before she said, "That's right, the new PomPom. I'm going to stay here tonight and help her work on the dance routines." After another brief quiet period Karen finished, "I will, but I won't be home until ten, we have a lot to practice. Bye Mom, love you." She flipped her phone closed and said, "Well, no point driving home if we're going to see Mistress Megan tonight."
"I suppose," I responded nervously.
"What's the matter?" Karen queried. "Afraid I'm going to dominate you right in front of your mother?"
I blushed. "Not until now," I said with a concerned look on my face.
She smiled with a soft laugh, "I'm kidding. We really will work on your dance routines, until seven at least." She then opened her door and got out. She went into her trunk and grabbed a package of stockings before following me into my house.
Mom wasn't home so we went upstairs to my room. The first thing Karen did was order, "Take my stockings off, my slave."
I was slightly surprised by this; two days of friendship and no real sexual demands had relaxed me a bit. So I went to Karen, who was sitting on the edge of my bed, and deciding to be a tease, I took off her heels, and then slid my hands all the way up her left leg, slowly, ever so slowly, as Karen uttered a soft moan. I reached the top of her beige thigh high stocking and began to slide it down her leg. But I went gently, with tender care, slowly sliding the stocking off. What could have easily been done in a second took me thirty. When I looked up, Karen had her eyes closed and a pleasant smile. I moved to her right leg and massaged her foot while it was still encased in its stocking. She moaned again, and I surprised her by taking her silk-stocking-covered foot in my mouth. I sucked each toe into my mouth, savouring the salty sweat of her foot. I then slid my tongue up the side of her calf and continued up the back of her leg. My tongue never lost contact with her leg as it slid upwards until I reached the elastic top of the thigh high.
Karen spoke for the first time in several minutes saying, "Fuck, Jenny, you have me soaking wet."
"Sorry," I said coyly and with total insincerity.
Karen looked at the clock, it was 5:15. "Fuck, it's at least a couple more hours until I can cum," she said, sexually frustrated, as was I. But my own fault, since I'd been the one doing the teasing!
I slid off the second stocking with as much deliberation and care as I had the first. I then grabbed the stocking package and opened it. I took one red thigh high stocking and slowly draped it onto my beautiful mistress. As the top of the stocking reached its destination near the top of her leg, I then moved my head to her white panty-covered pussy. I stopped just millimetres from her pussy, her sexual aroma escaping through the sheer underwear. I moved my mouth onto her panties for just a second before moving away to reach for the second stocking.
"You are *such* a tease, you heartless slut," Karen accused, her breathing a bit heavy.
I smiled but remained silent as I slid a red thigh high up her other leg. I finished and was just moving in for another tease when we heard the front door close downstairs. Startled, I jumped up with lightning speed. Karen just sat there smiling vaguely before eventually standing up. "Think I could seduce your mother?" she asked casually.
"What?" I asked incredibly surprised.
"You heard me," she said and then repeated, "Do you think I can get your mother between my legs?"
"No way," I said confidently.
"Want to bet?"
"No," I said; that would only encourage her to try.
Mom knocked on my door, she always respected my privacy, and I called, "Come in, Mom."
Mom entered, dressed in her usual business suit, jacket and all, and greeted, "Hi girls. Good to see you again, um..."
"Karen," Karen said, and walked over to my Mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek before hugging her. My Mom blushed but hugged her back awkwardly. Karen broke the hug and said, "I hope you don't mind Mrs. Wyatt, but I invited myself for supper so your daughter and I can work on our dance routines before we go to an extra practice at seven."
"No, not at all," my mother said and then added, "but I was only going to order pizza, if that's ok with you ladies."
Karen answered, the double entendre dripping between each word, "That sounds delicious."
Mom missed the flirtatious tone and asked, "What kind do you like, Karen?"
"Oh, I like all kinds," Karen said, still trying to flirt, but somewhat missing the mark.
"OK," my Mom said and added, "I'll get a Hawaiian and a double pepperoni."
"Sounds great," I said, trying to break the awkwardness of the situation.
My Mom left, and as soon as the door closed, Karen appraised, "She'll be *easy* to seduce."
"How do you figure?" I asked, not seeing it at all.
"Trust me, it will be easy," Karen said confidently. "Let's go practise in the living room."
"Why?" I asked.
"We need more space and I want to make sure your mom gets lots of chances to watch," Karen said.
"She isn't, she won't," I tried to articulate.
Karen smiled and said, "What? She isn't a dyke like her daughter? When was the last time she had a man in here?"
I contemplated this and admitted, "Not since Dad died."
Karen instantly changed her tone from aggressive to caring as she said, "Sorry, I didn't..."
"No, it's ok," I said, "It was five years ago. A car accident. We're fine now."
"Oh, sorry," Karen said, giving me a gentle friendly hug. She held me for what seemed like an eternity. I felt so safe and comfortable within her arms my heart began beating faster. Finally she let go and said, "I'm still going to try and seduce your Mom."
I don't know why, but I kinda gave her permission, though she didn't need it, "OK."
"I'm going to have her between my legs very soon," she said confidently.
I doubted she was right, but a part of me, the perverted me that I hadn't ever even met until last weekend, was curious. Besides, after everything that had begun happening last weekend, I was now happier than I'd ever been in my life, so where's the harm? "Go for it," I egged her on.
Karen grinned, grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. We practised a couple dance routines, my mom in and out of the room, until the pizza arrived. We ate as Mom asked Karen a bunch of typical mother questions: What do you want to do when you graduate? Do you have a job? What do you do for fun? Etc., etc... When dinner was finished, I grabbed the dishes as Mom and Karen went into the living room to watch the news. My Mom always watches the news. I put the few dishes in the dishwasher, grabbed a glass of water and returned to the living room. I suppressed a gasp, barely, as Karen was giving my Mom a foot massage.
Karen smiled up at me, still massaging my Mom's stocking foot and said, "Mrs. Mom had a long day, so I asked if she needed a foot massage."
My Mom gave me a slightly awkward smile as she said, "And Karen was so nice to offer!"
I sat down on a chair and watched the news, sometimes taking a glimpse at the couch. Karen switched feet and kept massaging. Finally after fifteen minutes, the time now 6:45, Karen said, "Sorry to stop, Mrs. Wyatt, but we've got to get going."
My Mom responded as she stood up, "No problem. I have to go shower anyway." She paused as she stretched, her large breasts clearly visible through her white blouse since she'd removed the jacket right after getting home, "and please call me Amy."
Karen smiled, "Ok Amy, thanks for supper." She then kissed my Mom on the cheek again and gave her another hug, her hand resting half on my Mom's butt. I shook my head in awe as Karen looked me in the eye and winked. Karen lingered longer than normal hug etiquette allowed, before giving my mother one last kiss on the cheek.
Mom's cheeks were red as I gave her my own kiss on the cheek and said, "I'll be home by curfew, Mom."
"No problem," My Mom said, "Just give me a call if you're running late."
"OK," I said and Karen and I headed out.
As soon as the door was closed Karen asked me, "So... still think your Mom can't be seduced?"
I no longer was sure of anything, but minimised, "That was all harmless."
Karen shook her head in disagreement as she said, "You'll see. I'll have her eating out of my pussy in a week; two, tops."
"I doubt it," I said, although I no longer really did doubt it.
We got in the car and drove around the block so my mother would think we'd left the neighborhood as we'd said and parked around the corner. We then walked up to Mistress Megan's. We knocked on the door at 6:55, five minutes early, dressed in our identical cheerleading outfits.
We waited until Mistress Megan opened the door. She appeared wearing a black leather skirt, black stockings, black 'fuck me' boots and a red blouse. She smiled and said, "Welcome ladies, come on in."
We obediently and rather eagerly walked in and followed Megan into her living room. She poured us each a glass of wine and asked, "So how are things going, Jenny?" she asked.
"Good," I said.
"Care to expand?" she asked, taking a sip from her wine.
"Well, I've become more popular, that's for sure," I explained and added, "and I'm beginning to get more comfortable with my new look."
"I see," Megan said before asking, "And Karen, Jenny has been a good girl?"
"Very," Karen answered, "she's been a perfect little slave."
"Neither of you has had an orgasm, have you?"
"No," we both said in unison.
Megan gave us an odd look before asking, "Karen, you're not lying to me, are you?"
"No," she replied, avoiding eye contact.
Megan walked over to her and said, "I think you are, and I don't appreciate being lied to. I will only ask you one you more time. Did you have a forbidden orgasm?"
"Yes," Karen whispered, "I'm so sorry Mistress, but Jenny's submission to me had me so hot that I masturbated myself to sleep last night."
"I see," Megan said and then just gazed at Karen for a long time. Think hypnotic cobra. Think terrified, paralyzed rat. Finally she said, in a subdued, deadly tone I'd never heard her use before, "Don't you ever lie to me again."
"No, Mistress Megan," Karen said, thoroughly cowed.
Our Mistress then ordered us both, "Follow me." We did and I found myself in the bedroom where I'd lost my virginity just last Friday. A warmth in my body and especially my privates filled me as I reminisced about what had happened in this room so recently. Had it really been less than a week ago? It seemed so long ago, like a distant memory, yet it was indeed only four nights ago.
Megan left the room briefly and then returned carrying a kitchen chair. She set it down, looked balefully at Karen and said with authority, "Sit."
Karen obeyed and Mistress Megan grabbed her arms and tied them together behind the chair. She then tied each leg to the chair. She then explained, "Karen, your punishment is to watch while I give our slave great pleasure, pleasure you would have experienced yourself if you hadn't disobeyed me; pleasure that is beyond what you can yet imagine, but you will see." Megan then grabbed a vibrator, turned it on low and wedged it under Karen's bum. She then ordered sternly, "Don't you dare cum."
"No, Mistress Megan," Karen replied fearfully.
Mistress Megan slid off her skirt and grabbed a strap-on. "Jenny..." she said sincerely, her sweet tender voice back, "...you are so beautiful."
"Thank you," I responded, flattered.
"Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"No, Mistress," I said.
Megan looked back at Karen and asked, "Have you?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan."
Now wearing the strap-on, Megan walked up to her and ordered, "Show our Jenny how to suck a cock." She stood there, her black cock directly in Karen's face. Karen opened her mouth and leaned forward to suck it. She rocked back and forth, taking in a couple of inches and then trying for more. This continued for a couple of minutes until Megan asked, "Jenny, do you think you can do that?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, eager to try.
She turned and walked over to where I was sitting on her bed so I, without instruction, dropped to my knees and took the cock in my hand. I kissed it before opening my mouth. I took the toy into my mouth and, like Karen, moved my head back and forth. With each stroke I attempted to take a little more in. I gagged a couple of times, but eventually got into a decent rhythm, sometimes even getting it into my throat.
Megan said, "Good girl," as she pulled me up and kissed me, the stiff cock poking my groin just above my damp vagina. The kiss was tender and passionate. Her tongue darting in and out of my mouth getting me more excited all the time until she finally asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Desperately," I responded.
She led me to the bed, assisted me out of my panties but still wearing my cheerleader's uniform. She then assisted me onto the bed and had me kneel on all fours, facing Karen. She knee-walked around behind me and said, "Watch closely, Karen. This could have been you getting fucked by your Mistress while your slave laid beneath you licking and sucking your clit. The double pleasure would have taken you to a level of pleasure that you've never experienced nor even imagined. Are you imagining that, Karen?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan, I am, and it's soooo frustrating!" Karen groaned.
"Good. Now keep watching."
I moaned as Mistress Megan's fake cock slid into my very ready pussy.
Megan placed her hands on my hips as she slowly started fucking me with the seven-inch cock. She asked, "Slave Jenny, how does it feel?"
"Soooo good, Mistress Megan," I moaned sincerely.
Megan began to move faster and I began to push back to meet her thrusts. "That's it my little lez, bounce back on my cock."
I eagerly obeyed, bouncing back harder and faster, taking all seven inches inside me. The pleasure felt so good and a couple days of going without orgasmic bliss had me near the brink in only a couple of minutes of fucking. I pleaded, "Mistress Megan, may I cum, I'm so close!"
Megan grabbed my hips, pulled me close and held me there, the cock going even deeper than I'd thought possible but not moving.
I whimpered ecstatically, the cock filling me so completely. She held me motionless for a long frustrating moment and then I felt a finger at my anal entrance. She whispered, "You may cum anytime you want, my pet, so long as you don't move."
I moaned, "Thank you, Mistress Megan," and held myself very still, which didn't help me cum but just increased my urgency as she slid a finger inside my anus. She kept pushing forward and soon she was finger-fucking my ass. The quick pace kept me excited and always near the brink of bliss, but never sending me over it. But suddenly just as my moaning was approaching a peak of urgency she backed off and gave me one brutal *thrust* with the cock, and I screamed in orgasmic surprise louder than I thought possible as I came instantly! My body trembled like I was having an epileptic seizure as the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced charged through my entire body! I kept repeating, "Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes," as the sexual explosion continued to pulse, engulfing me, drowning me!
Megan just held me tight, her finger still in my ass, the cock still buried to the hilt in my pussy, until my breathing slowed down and the last remnants of the orgasm had drained from my body. Finally she let go of me and I collapsed forward as her finger and the toy slid out of me.
She then surprised me again, flipping me over and kissing me hard. This time the kiss was heated and desperate like two lovers' last chance before the apocalypse. Her breasts and mine were squished together as we made out. Her tongue danced around inside my mouth, seeming to be searching for something as it explored every crevice. This hardcore kissing had chills rolling through my body like an electric current, and my pussy began to fire up again. She then broke the kiss and surprised me by burying her head between my legs. She did something to my clit I can't even explain as she sucked it into her mouth and rolled it around between her lips. A few seconds of this intense clitoral pleasure and I was writhing on the bed with a second intense orgasm quaking inside me. As my pussy juice flooded out of me, Mistress Megan kept my clit in her mouth, but also began pumping two fingers in and out of my pussy. This intense joy fulfilled me for minutes as my third, fourth and fifth orgasms exploded out of me in rapid machine guns, making me babble like a delirious person, which I'm not sure I wasn't! When I finally collapsed, perspiration dripping down my forehead, Megan raised herself from between my legs and looked down at me. Her face glistened, completely soaked with her slave's love cum.
She silently leaned down to my face one last time. There was a twinkle in her eyes and a sweet sexy smile on her face as her tongue entwined with mine, our lips barely touching. She teased me with her tongue and her lips until finally she pressed in and kissed me gently. This time our kissing was soft and gentle as if we had all night just to drown inside each other's mouths. When she finally broke away, I was disappointed that this eternity had ended.
Mistress Megan then stood up and unstrapped her cock before sliding off her panties and sitting on the edge of the bed. Megan stared directly at Karen, whom I had forgotten about completely, and spread her legs. I looked at the clock, it was 8:12, and I couldn't believe it. Over an hour had flown by already; it had felt like seconds. Megan began to rub her clit slowly and teasingly as she asked, "Did you find that hot, you disobedient slut?"
"Yes, Mistress Megan, *so* hot!" responded Karen, whose face was red and desperately horny from an hour of the toy buzzing underneath her while she witnessed my sexual bliss.
"Do you want to eat your Mistress' pussy?"
"Very badly, Mistress Megan," she answered.
"What will you do to make you worthy of such a treat?" Megan asked coyly.
"Anything," Karen said desperately.
"Anything?" Megan asked. "Such as...? Make me an offer."
Karen then offered, "I can offer you Jenny's Mom as a slave for you."
It was Megan's turn to be surprised as she doubted the possibility of that, "Excuse me?"
"I will seduce Mrs. Wyatt and bring her over to your house as a gift to you," Karen offered confidently.
Megan looked back at me and asked, "What do you think, Jenny? Is that even possible?"
I explained, "Karen keeps saying my Mom is a lez and she can seduce her. Mom really got into it while Karen was giving her a foot massage earlier. I'm not sure she can't do what she's saying."
Megan mulled this over for a while before she said, "An interesting proposal, Karen my little disobedient slut, a very interesting offer indeed."
Karen, getting some of her confidence back, added, "I will have that woman begging to eat me out within a week."
"Well, what can I say?" Megan mused, looking at me again, "Your mother is very hot and it would be handy not to have to play this babysitting charade every time I want to have you over here."
"Whatever you decide, Mistress," I deferred, like a good little submissive.
"Done," Megan decided, "When you bring Amy Wyatt over here, dressed in a cheerleader's outfit, wearing the same red thigh highs you two dykes are wearing, then and only then Karen, will you be allowed a taste of my nectar and the pleasures that only your Mistress can bring."
"Thank you, Mistress Megan," Karen replied and promised, "I will have that MILF over here submitting to you very soon."
"Good," Megan said, and then changed tack, "Jenny, come and eat your Mistress, I am fucking *dying* for an orgasm."
"Yes, Mistress Megan, happily!" I said and quickly jumped off the bed, fell to my knees and began pleasuring my mistress. Trying to replicate what Mistress Megan had done to me, I focused on her clit, taking it into my mouth. I put pressure on it as I slid a finger into her wet hole. I added a second finger and began pumping them in and out. As her moans got louder, I pushed my face hard against her clit and pubic bone and furiously finger-fucked her. I felt her hand quivering on the back of my head as she pulled me in deeper. Seconds later her legs tightened around my head and a flood of her cum sprayed onto my face! It was so intense I felt like I was drowning in her love juice! I drank down as much of her deliciousness as I could, not wanting to ever leave her pleasure shrine!
When her orgasm subsided, she lifted me up and kissed me once again. She broke the kiss and said, rather humorously, "Fuck, do I taste good."
I laughed as I agreed, "There's no better taste in the world!"
As Megan got up and grabbed a robe, she said jokingly, "I should bottle it."
"You'd make millions," I joked back.
We were both laughing as Karen sat there, still bound and frustrated. Megan asked, "So Jenny, do you think our Karen deserves an orgasm?"
"Yes," I said instantly.
Megan smiled, "You're too nice."
I shrugged. "Karen has been awfully nice to me for the past three days."
Megan moved to Karen and pulled the toy out from underneath her, cranked it up to top speed and, without warning, slid it inside Karen's pussy. Megan cried out loudly, "Cum, my slut," and Karen instantly screamed and in less than ten seconds released the mammoth orgasm that had been building up inside her all through the past hour and a half of live porn along with gentle but insistent buzzing.
Megan then invited me, leaving the busy toy inside her slave (although she had turned it back down to low), "Let's go downstairs and get a drink."
"But what about Karen?" I worried.
"We'll untie her in a bit. Let her stew up here for a while longer; I'm still not very happy with her disobedience and dishonesty," she said, taking my hand and escorting her 'good' slave graciously out of her bedroom.
We spent the next half hour downstairs talking about everything, including Miss Morgan. As I told her the story of the past two days in Miss Morgan's class, Megan listened intently. She then asked, "Do you want to seduce this woman?"
I thought about it for only a couple of seconds before realizing I had no doubt about it and answered, "Yes, Mistress, I do."
"Well, then do it," Megan said, "But remember that the seduction of someone in such a vulnerable occupation needs to be done extremely carefully and discretely at every stage. She is a teacher, you are a student. Even if she wants you, which she likely does, she has to worry about her job."
"I understand."
"So each day should build on the other; each tease going further than the other; each tease revealing more, yet never so obvious that anyone else can notice," Megan advised me, "except Karen, of course."
"OK," I said.
Megan then offered, walking over to her computer, "Let's do some research on her." I followed her over and waited as she logged on. I was in awe as within seconds Megan had found all her private information, even including her IP address. She then said, "She is online right now. Let's see what websites she's been on since Monday and which one she's on right now." A couple quick clicks of Megan's mouse and she said, "Well, well, well."
I leaned forward and asked, "What?"
"Do you really want to pry into what your teacher looks up in the privacy of her own home?"
I thought about it briefly; this was clearly a violation of Miss Morgan's privacy; so while the old me had morals and would have said no, the new me had far looser morals and clearly would say yes.
But I knew the best answer. "Mistress Megan, a few days ago someone I considered a trusted friend violated my privacy most egregiously, and I'm so *very* grateful that she did; so yes, let's do it!" I responded.
"You're a devious little dyke, aren't you," Megan teased.
I smiled devilishly, "Isn't that the way you like me, Mistress?"
Megan shook her head and said, "That I do, my egregious little slave. Now come take a look at this." I leaned forward and Megan shared, "Like you, Miss Morgan is a regular reader of Literotica. She reads mostly lesbian stories, although she also does searches using the words 'domination', 'submission', 'humiliation' and interestingly, '18-year-old'. But yesterday and today she's been hunting down stories to read using a new filter."
When she didn't continue, I asked, "And what filter is that?"
"Wait for it... Teacher submission," Megan responded, "Clearly you have been successfully turning on your teacher, my little dyke, and you definitely have her attention."
My pussy began to heat up again as I realized the influence I'd been having on my hot teacher.
"Look at the stories she's been reading today: "The Only True Teacher/Student Story" by Notabutch, "The Pet Teacher" -Couture, "Hot For Teacher" -watchdawg and "The Laura Effect" by krr1957. Fuck, my little dyke, she's been reading stories non-stop for a couple of hours now, and I'll bet you anything that she's been imagining you and herself as the stars of each one of them!"
"Cool," I said.
Megan looked at me and said, "Well, this seduction should be easy, my slut. But remember she has a reputation to protect, so do it with class."
"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said.
"Should we go and untie Karen?" Megan asked, standing up from the computer.
"Probably, she must be going fucking crazy by now," I said.
"Good, that should teach her a lesson."
"Agreed," I responded.
I followed Megan up the stairs and back to her bedroom. Karen was sweating, again near the brink of bliss, but hovering. The look on her face pleaded for help, for permission to cum so I asked, "Mistress Megan, may I get your slut off?"
"You think she deserves another orgasm?" she asked me.
"Yes. I think she's learned her lesson, haven't you, slut?" I asked, playing a far more dominant role than I'd ever played, although compared to these other two Mistresses here I was just dipping my toe.
Karen surprised both me and Megan as she replied desperately, "Yes, Mistress Jenny and Mistress Megan, this has been a harsh but fair lesson and I will never disobey again."
Juice began to trickle down my leg at being called "Mistress" as I waited almost half a minute for Megan's instructions.
She finally said, "Go fuck the bitch."
I quickly went between Karen's bound legs and began feverishly licking her clit, not touching the toy that was still buzzing away inside her. As soon as my mouth made contact, Karen let out a scream of pleasure and kept moaning as I sucked her clit into my mouth. In only a few short seconds, juice was spraying all over my face as she surged through a wickedly powerful orgasm. As she kept moaning, I kept my mouth on her clit until she got so sensitive she begged me to quit. I then stood up, my face soaked with her cum and kissed her. I broke the kiss and asked playfully, "How does your cum taste on your temp Mistress' lips, my temp slave?"
"Yummy," she was barely able to say, still recovering from her orgasm.
Megan untied her and said, "You ladies had better get home, you have school in the morning."
"Yes, Mistress," we chorused.
Megan kissed us both and sent us on our way. Before we separated, she for her car and I for my house, Karen, somewhat recovered from the evening's events said, "See you tomorrow, my sexy little slut."
"See you tomorrow, Mistress Karen," I responded.
She kissed me one last time, right out in the open, although it was dark and no one was around. She then instructed me, "Wear the white thigh highs tomorrow."
"Yes, Mistress Megan," I said, back in our traditional roles, as Karen turned towards her car. I watched her walk around the corner, then walked the few steps to my home.
Tired past exhaustion, I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
**WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 5****<sup>th</sup>****: Almost Caught...Mom is a dyke?**
By the third day of my new life, things began to settle into a bit of a routine, if such exciting new experiences can be considered routine. Boys stared at me as I sauntered by, girls gossiped horrible stories about me, and a power shift in Camelot... I mean the cheerleader squad... was clearly occurring. Sabrina continued to treat me like a peasant, but was less harsh in her criticisms of me; interestingly, she and the rest of the cheerleaders were wearing red stockings and heels today, while Karen and I were the only two wearing the white ones. Ashley, on the other hand, was always super nice to me and placed her gentle hand on my nylon-covered leg on a couple of occasions during lunch. She didn't caress me or anything, but she lingered there the first time for almost a minute, then the second time for probably five minutes. I liked it.
Near the end of lunch Troy came up to our table and asked me, "So Jenny, are you free this weekend to go out for supper and a flick?"
I was immediately petrified: I'd never had a date with a boy, nor did I really want one.
Karen saved me by explaining, "Sorry Troy, she'll be my date all weekend; we'll be at the cheerleader retreat."
"Oh, well I'd love to be a part of that," he flirted, his eyes locked on mine.
I looked away nervously as thankfully Karen continued carrying the ball, "I bet you would. You probably fantasize one big dyke orgy, don't ya?"
"Well," he said, slightly embarrassed.
Karen stood up and walked over to him and vamped, "Don't worry, we'll be sure to make your fantasy come true even if you aren't there to see it." She briefly rubbed his dick through his pants (as my eyes popped out of my head!) and then ordered me, "Let's go, Jenny."
I quickly got to my feet and followed obediently. Karen was laughing as we left the cafeteria, "The funny thing is, this weekend *will* be a lesbian orgy of sorts, and you'll be the center of it."
"I will?" I gasped.
"Oh yes," Karen said, "You're sharing a room with Sabrina, Ashley and me and your job title will be initiate pussy pleaser."
"Oh!" I squeaked, terrified.
The bell rang and I headed to class. Sally and Eleanor were also dressed differently today. Although not dressed as sluttily and as revealingly as I was, both had on long tight skirts and tights. I complimented them on their sexy look and they both blushed. Before class started we chatted as if nothing had changed since last week. We talked about Chuck, which is the best show on TV, complained about classes and discussed other generic nothingness. After class I gave both of them quick pecks on the cheek before leaving, something I'd never done before.
I then headed out to meet with Karen and we quickly made our way to English class. As Megan had instructed, I decided to take it slow. I sat at my desk and simply slid my feet in and out of my heels all class long. If she didn't look down for a period of time, I made sure to drop my shoe on the floor. Miss Morgan seemed distracted, but only Karen and I knew why. It made my pussy damp, knowing the power I had. As class ended, Miss Morgan handed back our graded poems. She handed me mine last and offered me a slight smile. I took the paper and looked at it. I got an A and the following comment: "A vivid poem that builds to a powerful climax." An unexpected laugh escaped my mouth as I read the last two words and Miss Morgan looked at me and began to say something but then didn't. I said, "Thanks! See you tomorrow, Miss Morgan," and left class.
My third cheerleader practice was another exhausting workout, but again I ended up less tired than I'd been the day before. Karen drove me home again, and again invited herself in. My Mom was in the kitchen making supper and Karen walked over and gave my Mom a kiss on both cheeks before saying, "Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today."
My Mom blushed and said, "Thank you Karen and again, please call me Amy."
Karen and I practiced cheers for an hour, with Mom coming in and out the whole time. After supper Karen and I went upstairs so I could help her with her English. As soon as I closed the door, Karen said, "You had to notice that your mother was checking me out down there, right?"
I had indeed noticed but for some reason I said, "Not really."
Karen walked up to my face and said, "You're a horrible liar. People who can't lie shouldn't make the attempt."
I blushed and then admitted, "Sorry, it seems she was indeed checking you out."
"I'll have her between my legs real soon," she purred. When I said nothing, she added, "Speaking of things between my legs..."
I blushed, knowing where this was going and objected nervously, "Karen, Mom is right downstairs."
"So?" she asked.
"So I don't have a lock on my door," I pleaded.
"So?" she asked again.
"So she could walk in at any moment," I said a little more frantically.
"So?" she repeated, lifting up her skirt to show me her naked beaver as she seated herself on the edge of my bed. She smiled at me and used a finger to beckon me in. I didn't move instantly so she ordered in a firm voice, "Now, slut."
Reluctantly, petrified that my Mom would walk in or hear Karen and *then* walk in once she began moaning, I stepped up to my Mistress and knelt before her. She smiled and said, "I've been looking looked forward to this all day, and now it's permitted; get me off, my little lez."
Still nervous, I leaned forward and began licking her. I slid my tongue up and down her cunt lips, and then every few seconds I'd put pressure on Karen's clit with my tongue. Each time I did, she shook just a bit. I continued this teasing pleasure for a while, trying to get her off gradually so when she climaxed it wouldn't be unexpected and she wouldn't scream and alarm my mother. I savoured my teen Mistress' delicious pussy, her wetness drenching my face, as I continued to lick away.
Karen, getting close, demanded, "Finger me, slut."
Obeying, I slid a finger inside her ocean of pleasure. It went in so easily that I added a second as well. I began moving them in and out, completely focused on giving pleasure, completely forgetting about my mother downstairs. Feeling her legs tense slightly, I hooked my two fingers inside her, putting as much pressure on her g-spot as I could. Karen instantly let out a scream loud enough to wake the dead as her juices gushed out of her pussy and sprayed all over my face! I had *never* had so much pussy juice on my face as she continued to quake through her orgasm.
I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs and quickly stood up and Karen, thankfully, quickly got up as well, just as my Mom barged through the door. She searched around the room frantically for intruders or monsters or something and worried, "Are you girls ok?"
Karen, her face ruby red and clearly recovering from orgasmic bliss, said unconvincingly, "Oh! Sorry Mrs. Wyatt, I just stubbed my toe and it really hurt."
My Mom somehow failed to notice my face was shining with Karen's cum. She prattled, "Oh thank God it was just that, I thought something dreadful had happened! Are you ok?"
Karen sat back down on the bed and fake whimpered, "Mrs. Wyatt... I mean Amy... could you come and look at my toe? It really hurts."
"Oh, sure honey," my mother rushed to kneel down by her feet as I watched, horrified.
Karen lifted up her foot so my mother could look at it, and I could see Karen's pouty and leaking cunt even from where *I* was standing! There was no way my mother could miss it.
My Mom grabbed the proffered foot and peered at the toe through the stocking. She began to diagnose, "Well it doesn't..." then stopped abruptly as she caught sight of Karen's shaved pussy. Her face went red, but she seemed to recover pretty quickly as she looked up to Karen's face as Karen beamed back like an innocent choir girl, "...it doesn't look like you did any serious damage."
Karen asked sweetly, "Could you please massage it, Amy? It really hurts."
"Sure, cherub," my Mom said, and began gently rubbing Karen's foot. Karen's glistening cunt remained completely uncovered and in plain sight for my mother at the angle she was sitting, and I was surprised at how many times my mother kept taking quick glimpses at my eighteen-year-old Mistress' pussy without asking her to cover up.
This went on for a couple of minutes until Karen said, "Thanks, Amy, you really know how to make someone feel better."
Mom let go of Karen's foot and took one last look at the delicious wet pussy before Karen's skirt covered the prize. The peepshow now over, my mother seemed to regain her composure and said, "Well, um, I will be downstairs if you ladies need anything."
Karen grabbed my mother's hand with both of hers as she was about to leave and said, "Thank you so much." Karen got up and kissed her on each cheek, lingering a couple of seconds before backing away.
My mother said, slightly flushed, "No problem." She then left the room.
Karen looked right at me and said, "Still think she isn't a dyke?"
"Well, she did take a few peeks, but who wouldn't?"
"A straight woman wouldn't; a prude wouldn't either," Karen answered.
"Haha," I laughed.
"Very soon, Jenny," Karen predicted, "Very soon your mother will be my MILF slut."
I didn't say anything.
Karen added, "Are you ok with that?"
I shrugged, really not sure *how* I felt about this odd plot twist, "I don't know. It turns me on, yet..."
"Yet what?" Karen asked.
"Yet, she's my mother," I said.
"I'm not asking *you* to fuck her," Karen said, her eyes going big as she said, "Unless you want to, of course."
"No," I said.
"You do, don't you; you want to fuck your own mother!"
"No, of course I don't," I said adamantly.
Karen smiled, "I think you do." She then kissed me (not on the cheek) and said, "Fuck do I taste good."
"*That* we can agree on. You're delicious," I teased back.
Karen then said, "No orgasms for you until the cheerleader getaway."
"Oh," I said, crestfallen.
"None at all," Karen reiterated with a more authoritarian tone.
"Understood, Mistress," I said disappointedly, not mentioning how unfair that sounded after what she'd done at home on Monday night.
"It's only two days," Karen said, "You're not such a big sex maniac you can't wait two days, are you?"
When she put it that way, I chuckled to myself, *had* I become such a sex maniac? The answer of course was yes, I had. "I will obey, Mistress Karen," I said.
"Good," Karen said, "I've got to get going, see you tomorrow, my dyke."
"Bye, Mistress Karen," I said and walked her out.
The rest of the evening I worked on my long Pride and Prejudice essay and did everything I could to avoid thinking about sex. Of course visions of my mother submissively pleasing Karen wouldn't leave my brain. I went to bed, my pussy begging to be pleased. Not surprisingly I endured a restless night.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
**THURSDAY FEBRUARY 6****<sup>th</sup>****: An aggressive approach to Miss Morgan**
Routine had settled into my exciting new life. I dressed in my usual outfit, today with black thigh highs, Karen picked me up, we got to school, people checked me out and my pussy was constantly on fire just like it always was these days. As Karen had predicted, thigh high stockings had become the new rave and at least fifty girls plus the cheerleaders were wearing them today. I smiled as I realized I was either to blame or to be given credit for such a sexy new trend.
The day was normal, well my *new* normal, until after lunch. Sally and Eleanor were in class and both girls were wearing minis with thigh high stockings. Seeing the two shyest girls in school (last week we had been the *three* shyest girls in school), seeing them dressed so provocatively was both baffling and a turn-on. I complimented them on their outfits and they both blushed like the schoolgirl virgins they were. Near the end of class I told her, "Sally, you're very pretty and you have that gorgeous long hair. Yet you wear it in a very unattractive bun every day. Tomorrow you should let it down."
Sally was surprised, "You think so?"
I purred, flirting with her just a tad, "I know so, gorgeous."
Sally blushed as I next looked over at Eleanor and said, "And you, Eleanor: you're pretty too. You need to wear some make-up, especially some bright lipstick to showcase your luscious lips."
She replied, embarrassed by the compliment, "My Mom won't let me wear any."
I wasn't fazed; "No problem. Be here by 8:30 tomorrow and I'll give you a makeover."
"OK, thanks," Eleanor said with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
The bell rang so I said, "See you tomorrow, hotties."
I left and headed to meet Karen. She grabbed my arm and told me, "Today I plan to have some fun."
I gave her a sceptical and nervous look as I asked, "How so?"
"When I leave for the bathroom," she explained, "You need to wait a minute and ask to go too."
My face went white as I realized what she had in mind.
Karen and I reached the classroom before I could really respond, but she added sternly, "Do not disobey me, slut."
Luckily for me at first, Miss Morgan started class by giving a fairly long lecture and Karen is way too nice to interrupt a teacher while she's teaching. I was just starting to relax when with twenty minutes left, Miss Morgan gave us some time to begin a reflection she was assigning. The topic was simplistic, 'What key moment in time has defined who you are?' I gave a slight smirk as I already knew what Karen was going to make me write, which was cool because it was what *I* wanted to write as well.
As soon as Miss Morgan sat down behind her desk, Karen raised her hand and asked permission to go the washroom.
Upon receiving approval, Karen left and I waited, my body churning with turmoil. I was both excited to please Karen but scared about being caught. I waited the full minute before asking to go as well. Miss Morgan gave me a brief, curious look, maybe tying the two together but I doubt it, before excusing me to go as well. As soon as I left the room I scurried to the nearby bathroom. A stall was open and I joined Karen in there. She didn't say a word, just lifted up her skirt and of course I took the hint. I licked her pussy in this awkward position for a couple of minutes, long enough to put a shine on my lips and mouth. Karen then surprised me by saying, "We'd better get back to class. And don't you dare wipe off your Mistress' juice."
"No, Mistress Karen," I acknowledged as Karen composed herself and left me behind in the washroom. I looked in the mirror, it wasn't too obvious I thought, and began to leave just as two other girls entered the bathroom so I averted my face.
I returned to class and set to work on my project. When I looked up a few minutes later, Miss Morgan was looking at me. I smiled at her and then resumed my work. As I continued, Karen crept up and whispered in my ear, "Make sure you get close enough for Miss Morgan to smell my juices."
I sighed as Karen returned to her desk. The bell was about to ring and I pondered how to satisfy this demand. I waited for the bell to ring and then put my hand up.
Miss Morgan asked, "What is it, Jenny?"
"Um, I just would like you to ask you about my essay."
"What about it?" Miss Morgan asked as she stood up to come to my desk.
I pointed at my essay's rough copy, the two paragraphs I had finished so far, and requested, "Can you please read this and give me your opinion?"
"Sure," she said, grabbing a chair and sitting down right beside me. She leaned over the paper (and close to my face) and read it silently for a minute. I waited patiently, the distinct smell of Karen's cunt wafting off my face. I don't know if she knew what the smell was, but she did notice something and gave me a peculiar look as she finished. She laid the paper on my desk, her nostrils just inches away from my skin. She began blushing when she realized where my essay was going, but otherwise kept her composure.
"So?" I asked innocently, making sure my knee was now 'just happening to be' resting against hers.
"Well, it's pretty good," she began, struggling to maintain her persona as disinterested mentor rather than the role I was thrusting on her of emotionally vulnerable confidant. "But you don't have a topic sentence in your second paragraph and you need some elaboration to illustrate your point."
"OK, thanks," I said, leaning in a bit closer, "That's really helpful." I didn't move, nor did she for a few seconds before she came to her senses and stood up abruptly.
"You should probably get to cheerleading practice," she said, "I hear Miss Hopkins is a bit of a Nazi when it comes to punctuality."
I grabbed my stuff and agreed, "That she is." I then surprised her by giving her a hug and adding, "Thanks for all your help this semester. If there's anything I can do to repay you, just ask." I didn't give her time to respond, just turned and hurried out of the classroom.
I got to practice just in time and again barely survived Miss Hopkins' marathon workout. When practice was done, Karen dropped me off and said, "I expect you to have a good story to share with Miss Morgan tomorrow."
"Should I use your name?" I asked cautiously.
Karen just shrugged, "You decide."
She then said goodbye and drove away to go to work. It was then that I realized I was supposed to begin a new job tomorrow. I panicked and went to Megan's house. She answered the door and welcomed me in.
I said worriedly, "I just realized I'm supposed to start work tomorrow with Krystal, but I have this cheerleader's retreat to go to."
Megan smiled and said, "No worries, I'll give her a call for you."
"Thank you so much," I said, a huge burden instantly lifted from my shoulders. Max ran up, hugged my leg and wheedled, "Auntie Jenny here to play!"
I shrugged, looked at Megan who shrugged back, and I agreed, "Sure, Maxie, I have a few minutes." A few minutes turned into an hour before I noticed the clock and realized I had to get home.
As I said goodbye, Megan handed me a slip of paper. I took it as she explained, "This is her code name on the lesbian chatroom she frequents."
I gave her a perplexed look.
"Miss Morgan," she clarified.
I looked at it and said, "Oh! Thanks," although I was unsure I would find the daring to use it without some Mistress egging me on every step of the way.
I got home and Mom was in the kitchen making supper and she asked, concerned, "Where's Karen tonight?"
I answered, "She had to go to work."
"Oh," my mother said, clearly disappointed, but quickly rebounded, trying to hide her disappointment from her 'innocent' (haha) daughter.
We had supper and Mom asked me questions about school, cheerleading and Karen. She made sure to ask vague questions, but it still felt more like when a friend is trying to find out if a certain boy likes her. It was adorable and yet a little creepy. There was no doubt about it: my mother had a crush on my teenage Mistress.
After supper we watched the Big Bang Theory together before I went upstairs and wrote my new assignment. Below is the brief essay I wrote for class.
*THE LICK OF LUXURY*
*In everyone's life, there are key moments that define who you are. For some of them you may not even realize they are important at the time. For example the first time you meet the boy you will eventually marry he may strike you as rather unremarkable at the time, and it is only upon future reflection you will realize how important that day had been. Other times the moment is instantly recognizable, such as when you score the winning goal in a championship game, when you share your first kiss or when you graduate high school. For me though, my key moment was a mixture of both, for when I suddenly found myself, the real me, not the girl everyone had thought they'd known for the past 18 years, it was accomplished only through the agency of one woman. Like a fairy story in a thorny castle, I only found myself when my Mistress awakened me with a kiss.*
*Now I should note first that deep down I feel I am a good person. I am compassionate, I am academically strong and on occasion somewhat funny (although that last could be debatable). I love animals and I even hope to change the world someday. I am emotional as I cry easily when I for instance see commercials requesting aid for suffering children in third world countries, I cry at badly written dramas on television that tug melodrama on your heartstrings, and I even sometimes cry when I think about my long-deceased father.*
*I guess the point of all this is as follows: I had thought of myself as being an emotionally drained, psychologically stressed but reasonably normal teenager, and perhaps I still am. But a secret, the one I hid away closest to my heart, was that deep down I knew I was a lesbian. This secret shamed me so I held it inside, not allowing anyone, often (but not always) even myself, to suspect. At night I would sometimes fantasize about other classmates, about becoming their submissive pleasure toy, and paradoxically it was these crazy forbidden fantasies that kept me sane. I would read lesbian love stories online to deal with the obsession I perceived as unhealthy and the lust I considered so sinful.*
*But then I met my Mistress.*
*Now I should note I had already known my Mistress for awhile as I had long been a regular babysitter for her. She is a single mother and one of the most beautiful and gracious women I have ever met. She seduced me online (a long story and if you really want to know what happened you may read 'Bedding the Babysitter' parts one and two on* [*www.literotica.com*](http://www.literotica.com)*) but the short version is that during one perfect evening only last week, my shame was washed away as I eagerly and gratefully embraced my true self (and embraced my wonderful Mistress) as a submissive lesbian. In my life, everything can seem so stressful, but when I am pleasing my Mistresses (I now have two) all my stress is washed away. I still have insecurities, but they are diminishing as I learn to accept my sexuality and my need to please.*
*In conclusion, I have come to fully accept the fact that I am a lesbian through and through. I am submissive and my libido is stirred when I am called names or ordered to do naughty, kinky (if you will kindly forgive my using such a frank but accurate word) and clearly socially unacceptable things. I have also accepted that my emotional wellbeing requires me to submit to degrading sexual humiliation to achieve the pleasure I crave to release the stress that until recently dominated my life. Lastly, my Mistresses have made great strides towards transforming me into a confident sexual (and sometimes even social) being, and from this core of newfound strength, my true personality is now able to begin shining bright. I proudly wear eye-catching stockings every day, I proudly submit to every whim of my Mistresses and I proudly accept the long-suppressed secret that I am a submissive lesbian who is eager to please. I eagerly lick and lap in the luxury of others' pleasure.*
*Love, Jenny Wyatt*
I completed my second draft (thank heavens for word processors or it would have looked extremely messy with the many times I rewrote a word or phrase) and worried that it might be way too direct. What would Miss Morgan think? What if she showed it to someone (although I knew she wouldn't)? Then I remembered I had Mistress Megan's note with Miss Morgan's secret code name. I went and found it: Wanda87. She was online and her profile, with no picture, was as follows:
*I am a 23-year-old English teacher who is looking for someone special. I have only recently realized my sexuality and am looking to explore my new but totally unexplored lesbian lifestyle.*
*I am still in the closet to my old-fashioned family but would be willing to come out if I met the right (and very discrete) person. (I would come out to this person, not to my family.)*
*Other interests include reading, travel, movies and chatting.*
I finished reading her profile and wondered what Wanda87 stood for. I created a new username "Subinstockings" and a reasonably accurate profile:
*I had my first sexual experience with a woman recently and learned that I am very, very submissive. I love to serve and to please and I will never disobey. I also love to wear silky stockings at all times even when I am otherwise nude.*
I clicked on Miss Morgan's code name and opened a chat session with her:
**Subinstockings:** Hi Wanda, I like your profile.
I waited a couple of minutes until she responded.
**Wanda87:** Hi there, Sub. Your profile is rather interesting as well.
**Subinstockings:** It is all true.
**Wanda87:** I am intrigued by your name.
**Subinstockings:** I am a girl who is very, VERY, submissive.
**Wanda87:** Oh.
**Subinstockings:** Sorry, does that disgust you?
**Wanda87:** Oh no. It's just...
**Subinstockings:** Just what?
**Wanda87:** I have been having fantasies about dominating one of my students.
**Subinstockings:** Oh...your profile says you are a teacher?
**Wanda87:** Yes, so such a fantasy is wrong.
**Subinstockings:** Not if she is eighteen.
**Wanda87:** She is, but she is my student.
**Subinstockings:** Do you think she is a lesbian?
**Wanda87:** Her recent writing implies as much.
**Subinstockings:** I see.
**Wanda87:** Plus how does one say to a student, 'I want to take you home and use you as my personal sex slave'?
**Subinstockings:** Well, saying it would be one way. 😊
**Wanda87:** I am way too shy and my job is too important to me. What if I am wrong about her?
**Subinstockings:** Understood. But as a student myself, I would love to submit to my teacher.
**Wanda87:** You would?
**Subinstockings:** Oh yes. If you were my teacher, Wanda, I would obey your every command no matter what it was.
**Wanda87:** Really?!?
**Subinstockings:** Really. If I were with you tonight I would lick your pussy until you came all over my pretty face. Will you be my Mistress Wanda? At least online?
**Wanda87:** Um...how would that work?
**Subinstockings:** Simple. You tell me to do something and I obey.
**Wanda87:** Ok...what are you wearing right now?
**Subinstockings:** Just thigh high stockings and my jammies.
**Wanda87:** I see. Tell me one of your fantasies.
**Subinstockings:** I fantasize about being spirited away by a group of cheerleaders and made to be their personal sex toy for an entire weekend.
**Wanda87:** Wow that is hot.
**Subinstockings:** Thank you Mistress Wanda.
**Wanda87:** \*Mistress\* Wanda? Wow I like that.
**Subinstockings:** Is there anything I can do for you dear Mistress?
**Wanda87:** Tell me what you would do if you were here at my house.
**Subinstockings:** Anything you required!
**Wanda87:** Anything?
**Subinstockings:** Yes anything.
**Wanda87:** I am so new at this. Can you give me an example?
**Subinstockings:** Yes, Mistress Wanda... Let me think...
**Subinstockings:** Got one! But this is just for instance. The real one will be when you decide what you want and I do that. But for now, here goes: Upon your request I would crawl to you. Then if you permitted, I would lay myself between your legs and lick your pussy until you sprayed your love juices all over me. I hope you would then put a strap-on around your sexy waist and fuck me like the lez slut I am while you call me dirty names. First you would pound me in my shaved ripe pussy then later you would get some butter or something (I've never done this yet so I don't know what they use) and hammer my tight firm ass. I would orgasm only when you gave me permission. When you were finished dominating me in that fashion I would then continue to please you as you saw fit.
**Wanda87:** OMG, you got me so wet.
**Subinstockings:** Will you please cum for me dear Mistress Wanda?
**Wanda87:** Yes.
**Subinstockings:** Rub yourself for me Mistress Wanda. Imagine me lying worshipfully between your legs with your clit in my mouth.
**Wanda87:** Hmmm...
**Subinstockings:** My finger is sliding inside you Mistress Wanda. Your student's and slave's finger is fucking you.
**Wanda87:** Hmmm, yes....I'm so close...
**Subinstockings:** My finger is sticking inside you and finding your g-spot and rubbing it as you explode all over your hot student's eager face.
**Wanda87:** I'm cumming...
**Subinstockings:** I'm so glad! Did I please you Mistress Wanda?
**Wanda87:** Yes, very much so.
**Subinstockings:** That makes me very happy Mistress Wanda.
**Wanda87:** That was amazing. I wish you were really here.
**Subinstockings:** Maybe someday Mistress Wanda.
**Wanda87:** What city are you in?
**Subinstockings:** Boston.
There is a long gap of time, I wonder if Miss Morgan has figured out this is me.
**Wanda87:** That is too strange. I live in Boston too.
**Subinstockings:** Really? Then maybe we can meet face to face and pussy to pussy sometime!
**Wanda87:** I would like that.
**Subinstockings:** BTW if you want to seduce that student of yours. Compliment her. Touch her gently but not inappropriately or someone may notice. If she is interested, she will respond to you. I know I would.
**Wanda87:** Good idea. I don't know if I can do it. But I will definitely think about it.
**Subinstockings:** Do. If she is anything like me, she will get wet from your advances like I am right now.
**Wanda87:** I don't know.
**Subinstockings:** Nothing ventured nothing gained.
**Wanda87:** True. Well, I should get to bed; that orgasm has me exhausted and I have to teach tomorrow.
**Subinstockings:** I should get to bed too. I also have school tomorrow.
**Wanda87:** How old are you?
**Subinstockings:** 18. You, Mistress Wanda?
**Wanda87:** 23
**Subinstockings:** Have a good night Mistress Wanda.
**Wanda87:** You too my slave.
**Subinstockings:** Slave? Thank you! Talk to you soon dear Mistress.
**Wanda87:** I hope so.
I logged out and went to bed with a big smile plastered on my face. Miss Morgan wanted me.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
**FRIDAY FEBRUARY 7****<sup>th</sup>****: Cheerleader's Retreat and Love?**
The final day of the week was the most eventful. I wore a pair of green thigh highs. They didn't remotely match my red and white outfit, but that was the point. Even Karen was surprised with my look. As we drove to school I told her about my night and read her my paper. Karen just shook her head (in a good way) and said, "You really are a complete lez slut."
"I know," I said, not the least bit ashamed.
Karen said, "Finger yourself, but don't cum."
I obeyed, lifting my skirt up so Karen could watch. I slid a finger in and out slowly as Karen said, "So next week we will both complete our seductions. You will be between Miss Morgan's legs and your mother will be between mine."
We arrived at school as my horniness simmered. Karen ordered me, "Now that you're nice and wet, rub your pussy juice all over your mouth."
"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said and coated my lips with my own love juice.
Karen and I then went into school. Both Ashley and Sabrina seemed to notice my unique lip sauce but none of us said anything. They also noticed my green stockings against my red skirt. I realised something for the first time and was glad nobody said anything about Christmas trees.
I met with Eleanor and Sally and helped each of them with their transformation. I don't know whether I did a really good job or my perceptions were changed because I was just so horny from my lack of an orgasm, but they each looked good enough to eat (yes, I *do* mean it that way). Both girls looked radiant in their new look and my pussy got a small tingle of pleasure from seeing their transformation. I complimented them both and learned that they both now had dates to next week's dance. I was so happy for them!
The day flew by uneventfully until I met Karen before English class and she demanded, "Go into the bathroom and finger yourself until you're soaking wet. Then take off your panties and generously coat your lips with your wetness."
I whispered, "Yes, Mistress Karen," and headed to the bathroom. I did as instructed, beginning by removing my panties and sticking them in my purse. I then fingered myself to a feverish tease and stopped. I took my finger and coated my red lips with lots of juice.
Really horny, I then made myself as presentable as possible and arrived in class a couple of minutes late. Miss Morgan gave me a look but didn't say anything as I walked up to her, my sweet scent no doubt wafting towards her as I handed her my paper. "Sorry Miss Morgan, I had to perform a task before getting to class."
Miss Morgan smiled, showing no visible reaction to my shiny lips or my ambient aroma as she said, "Oh no problem Jenny, I am sure it was important."
"Oh, it was, and I think you will really like my paper," I responded and sat down in my seat.
Miss Morgan then informed us that today was a work period for our P&P (without zombies) essays due next week. She then began walking up and down the rows and assisting her students as requested. I used the time to work on my paper while I waited for Miss Morgan to get around to me.
Eventually she arrived at my desk and asked, "How is your essay coming along, Jenny?"
I answered in a soft voice, so only she could hear, "I've barely gotten any further than where I was when we last talked. I've been too busy pleasing my Mistress, actually *both* of my Mistresses."
She stifled a gasp and asked in a whisper, "Jenny, what has gotten into you?"
I teased back, also whispering, "Toys, lots of toys."
She went red again as she struggled to remain focused, "Jenny, don't do this to me! Can I give you any assistance on your paper?"
I shrugged and said, "I think I'm ok." I then stretched my stocking-covered legs out, leaving my shoes behind on the floor, to give my sexy teacher a close-up and unobstructed view of my legs and my perfectly manicured and painted toes.
Miss Morgan glanced around and decided our encounter looked appropriate from the rest of the classroom, so she permitted herself a lengthy look at my legs, before briefly resting a hand on my shoulder (appropriately) and giving it a little surreptitious squeeze (inappropriately, to my delight) before moving on to the next student. With only a few minutes left, Miss Morgan returned to her desk. She began reading something and I immediately knew it was my own paper from last night as her face went red and she looked up at me. I, of course, was already gazing at her so I gave her a long smile and made sure it was she who broke eye contact. Another student asked for help and Miss Morgan went to assist her. A few minutes later the bell rang and I got up to leave. As I was leaving, I walked up to her and grasped her hand warmly (but again appearing to anyone watching like this was no more than a handshake) while I gave the back of her hand a subtle caress with my thumb while I said, "Have a *very* good weekend, Miss Morgan," before I turned and left the classroom.
I then met Karen and since today's cheerleader workout would be after we arrived, we headed to the bus that would take us to our retreat. It was only an hour away, at a rental cabins place near a lake that's closed this time of year. The bus ride turned out to be Gossip Central and I learned more fake news in that hour than I had during the past three years. The rumours about me were hilarious! Disturbing but hilarious. I learned that:
\-I was being gangbanged regularly by the football team;
\-I'd had an abortion last summer;
\-I received such high marks because I was doing all the teachers, both men and women;
\-I was a crystal meth addict (no, of course not a recovering one) and lastly;
\-I had gotten onto the cheerleading squad by blackmailing Karen, although nobody appeared to know what kind of dirt about her I was threatening to expose.
Anyhow, we arrived at our destination and then were immediately subjected to a three-hour marathon workout. It was ridiculous! My whole body ached, even parts I hadn't known could ache. We were then sent to our cabins...each cabin housing four girls. Not surprisingly, I was assigned to be with Karen, Sabrina and Ashley. As I entered the cabin it felt like butterflies of nervousness were fluttering throughout my entire body because I knew that any minute now Karen would reveal our secret. I was excited because I couldn't wait to taste Ashley, but terrified of what Sabrina might do.
Ashley and Sabrina started to change into their nighties, while Karen came over for a surreptitious word. She spoke in a whisper as she handed me a shopping bag, "Here, go into the bathroom, remove all your clothes and put this outfit on instead; and *only* this outfit: no underwear at all."
"What is it?" I asked nervously, also whispering.
"You'll see," she said with a devious smirk.
"Ok," I said.
"And once you *come out*, and I mean that both ways, for the rest of the night you will address the rest of us as your Mistresses, with all that implies," she demanded with authority.
"Understood, Mistress Karen," I whispered. I then, both scared stiff and couldn't wait, went into the bathroom to discover what Mistress Karen had in store for me. I began opening the bag tentatively and finished quickly with dismay as I saw my outfit. It was a maid's outfit with black skirt, black thigh highs, four-inch heels, a transparent white blouse and a black patent leather collar with a leash. As instructed, I got completely undressed and put on the subservient (or sub-servant) outfit.
Just as I was finishing, Karen rapped loudly on the door, "Are you ready?"
"Almost," I replied.
"Tell me when you are, PomPom," she said in a command voice, clearly demonstrating her authority over me.
Sabrina also called out, "Yes, PomPom, get your ass out here; it's time for your initiation."
I put on the collar and slipped into the awkwardly high heels and called back, "I'm ready."
Karen then ordered me, "Come on out, PomPom."
I did, and involuntarily shrank back into the persona of the innocent shy girl I used to be last week. I was so nervous I couldn't even look any of the three girls in the eye.
Sabrina spoke up immediately and rudely, "Nice tits!" just to see me blush, which I did, as she added, "PomPom, get me a beer."
"Ok," I said.
I started toward the fridge, but she objected, "No, respond like a good PomPom."
I pondered this for a moment and then remembered what Karen had said, so I responded dutifully, "Yes, Mistress Sabrina."
Sabrina laughed raucously as she said, "Mistress? I love it! I was just expecting ma'am."
I blushed again, but went and grabbed her a beer, using the time to rally my courage. I handed it to Sabrina and said, now able to look her straight in the eye, "Here you are, Mistress Sabrina."
I then looked to Ashley and offered politely, "May I get you anything, Mistress Ashley?"
Ashley's face went red and she froze for a few moments in stunned silence before she regrouped and finally said, "Yes please, Jenny. I'll have a beer as well."
Karen then added, "Get me one too, PomPom slave."
"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said, and went and got two more beers.
I handed them both their beers and stood at attention like a maid would, already getting a bit turned on by my subservient role. I could do this. What's more, I was *born* to do this!
Karen demanded, "Get yourself a beer, slut, then come and join us."
"Yes, Mistress Karen," I obeyed, noticing Ashley's surprised face at my being called a slut.
I returned and then sat down on the one remaining empty chair. Karen then announced, "It's now Truth or Dare time for our little PomPom girl."
I knew immediately that soon all my secrets would be revealed; yet I wasn't worried, but rather relieved that the charade would come to an end. I would be outed to these two girls tonight just like I'd always known I would be, I would serve as their whore tonight, and that was the way it was. I realized I was looking forward to being their whore, especially Ashley's, yet even Sabrina's bossy demeanour had me going.
Karen took charge of course, saying, "Our PomPom can go first. As a matter of fact, slut Jenny, you may have *all* the turns. Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," I said.
"Have you ever fucked a boy?"
"No," I answered truthfully.
Sabrina then asked, "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," I said again.
"Have you ever been with a girl?"
"Yes," I replied not at all ashamed, my gaze not leaving Sabrina's. I gained confidence. Since I knew we were all sexual girls, and sworn to silence, which these three obviously were even if it hadn't been done formally, I didn't have a single secret I'd be reluctant to share. Bring it on!
Sabrina added, "Good to know," and took a sip of her beer.
Ashley then looked at me and I said, "Truth" before she could even ask.
Ashley pondered for a short while and finally asked, "Why did you decide you wanted to become a cheerleader?"
An innocent question on the surface, but my answer turned out anything but as I explained, "Mistress Karen suggested it over the phone on Sunday." I then paused for dramatic effect before adding, "Which was the day after I ate her out while she was at work."
Ashley let out a stunned gasp, while Sabrina gave Karen an 'I knew it' smirk. I casually took a swallow of my beer. Tried to do it casually anyway in spite of my jangling nerves.
Karen then asked, "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," I continued my comfortable pattern.
"How did you end up between my legs?" she asked, knowing perfectly well the answer.
I then explained, in lengthy detail for over ten minutes, between several more swallows of beer to help me give them more dramatic pauses, the whole sordid story from my masturbating fantasy, to Megan's seduction of me, to the encounter with Karen at her work which had led to such a delicious threesome.
Sabrina brayed, "I knew it! I knew there had to be a reason. It made no sense that you would suddenly become a PomPom."
Karen defended me by saying, "And she is making an *excellent* PomPom, aren't you my slut?"
"Yes, Mistress Karen," I responded obediently.
"Truth or dare?" Sabrina queried.
"Truth," I responded.
"Do you want to eat my pussy?" she asked, opening her legs slightly.
"Yes, Mistress Sabrina, I would love to eat your pussy," I said so courteously and matter-of-factly it was as if she'd offered me a coffee.
"Then come and do it," Sabrina demanded.
"All in good time," Karen countermanded.
"Fine," Sabrina huffed.
It was Ashley's turn, and I said, before she could ask me a question, "Dare." I thought it would be fun to see what the shy one of the group would request. She sat there for a long time, unsure what to ask.
Sabrina said, "Make her eat your pussy. I bet she wants to."
I gave Ashley a smile indicating that Sabrina was correct. But instead Ashley dared, "I dare you to dance for us."
This was actually worse than eating her pussy, as I was an awkward dancer unless I'd practiced a cheerleader routine. But Karen got up and plugged in her iPod and after a couple seconds of searching, a song began to play. It was Brittany Spears' 'I am a Slave for U.' I stood up and began dancing awkwardly to the song. All the more awkward since I was wearing four-inch heels. The song seemed to go on forever as I wiggled my butt, slid my hands up and down my breasts, and then assuming the persona of a stripper, I moved to Ashley and did a sexy lap dance for her. Ashley stared, obsessed with my seductive moves as I teased her, bringing my body so close to her tall body before moving away. I didn't have to bend down at all to get my mouth real close to her small breasts and reach out my lips as if I was about to kiss them. The song finally ended and I returned to my chair.
Karen then said, "*Dare* or dare?"
I smiled, realizing the game had changed.
"Um, that's a tough one! How about... dare?" I joked before adding, "And Mistress Karen, since it's your dare, how about something really daring? There isn't anything I won't do for you, so just go for it!"
Karen gave me a huge grin and paused to think of something before chugging the rest of her beer and saying, handing me the empty beer bottle, "You got it, slut! Fuck yourself to an orgasm."
"Yes, Mistress Karen, no problem," I agreed as I stood up to accept the bottle from her. I then removed my skirt and positioned my chair so everyone would have a good view before sitting back down and beginning to rub the bottle around my pussy lips. I slid the narrow top of the bottle inside my very wet pussy. I began to move the top half of the bottle in and out as I rubbed my swollen clit, soon becoming lost in the sensations and completely oblivious to the three sets of eyes watching me.
As I began moaning, Sabrina demanded, "Shove the bottle deeper, dyke."
"Yes, Mistress Sabrina," I moaned as I attempted to push the wider part of the bottle into my tight pussy. I let out a groan as the wider part of the bottle, wider than any toy that had ever been used to fuck me, slowly penetrated me. My groan became a whimper as a slight jolt of pain quivered throughout my body. I continued to push it gradually in deeper, until most of the bottle was filling my pussy.
I didn't notice Sabrina until her hand had slapped mine aside and began to pump the bottle vigorously in and out of me. "Take it *all*, you fucking slut," she barked as she fucked me ruthlessly. I whimpered, a mixture of pleasure and pain as I was assaulted by the bottle. But eventually my juices lubricated my entrance enough that the pain subsided and I began to thoroughly enjoy this bottle domination.
"I'm close to an orgasm," I gasped, "Please Mistress Karen, may I cum?"
"Do it, slut! Cum for us!"
"Thank you, Mistress! Sabrina, fuck me harder! Please get me off!"
Sabrina then jammed all but the last inch inside me and left it there while I screamed, "Yesssssssss!" and an intense orgasm hit me and my cum flooded out, strong enough to wash the the bottle completely out of me!
Sabrina was back in her chair, grinning ferally, "You really are a whore, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Sabrina," I moaned, "you have that exactly right," the continuing orgasm still bringing great pleasure to my whole body.
Sabrina retrieved the bottle from the (thankfully clean) floor, handed it to me and ordered, "Clean off your juices, slut."
"Yes, Mistress Sabrina, gladly," I obeyed, taking the bottle and deep throating it like a cock. I then removed it and licked around the rest of the bottle, retrieving any last juice.
Sabrina then looked arrogantly to Karen, "So can I use this cunt yet?"
Karen said nothing, but suddenly her face looked very fierce and she started *glaring* at Sabrina before slowly rising to her feet, silently showing her power. It was obvious that she was our leader and had great power and dominion over us, and she hadn't even said a word!
Suddenly she barked like Sabrina had barked at me but in a much louder voice, "Slut Sabrina, you may NOT use that cunt yet! Not until you pay your own dues!"
"Excuse me?" Sabrina objected defiantly, cowed, but trying not to show it.
"You have been questioning my decisions all week. You must PAY for your lack of loyalty."
"How so?" Sabrina asked, a little less defiant and a little more visibly worried.
Karen went to a bag, pulled out a thick butt plug and ordered, "Fuck yourself to an orgasm with this."
Sabrina looked at it disgustedly and refused, "Fuck it yourself, bitch. I would *never* do that."
Karen held the plug inches from Sabrina's face, trembling with fury but keeping it under control. She asserted, "Not only will you do it, you mealy worm..." she began as she grabbed a camcorder from her bag, "...you will do it on camera."
"No way!" Sabrina cried out, shocked.
Karen continued, now in a reasonable, level voice, "Look, my toxic little bitch. You have two choices. You will either do as you're told or you won't, and either way I win.
"If you do, then going forward you will join Jenny in being my little lez slave as well, but you also may, I do mean *may*, subject to my whim at any time, get to use Jenny as your own little dyke slave."
"On the other foot, the one in your ass, if you don't submit to me immediately, I will officially and publicly kick you off the team and since I don't really like you that much, that won't be much of a loss."
Sabrina was seething as she retaliated, "Then I'll just go and tell Coach Hopkins you're threatening me."
Karen laughed as she replied, some pictures almost magically appearing in her hand, "You may certainly do that if you wish, for my rebuttal I'll show these pictures of you being fucked by Mr. Paulson."
I gasped! Mr. Paulson was a chubby math teacher that nobody considered attractive.
Sabrina went instantly white. "H-h-how did you get these?"
"Oh, my dear, the *how* doesn't matter. Don't you understand I run this school? And you don't? The key is that I have them and I have no problem about shattering your rep and getting an ugly teacher fired. Plus, a better question is why you would fuck Paulson in the first place, there are lots of hotter teachers available."
Sabrina, wavering a bit, lower lip beginning to tremble, quavered, "He threatened to fail me last year."
"And?" Karen asked.
"I said I would do anything to pass, so he took me up on my offer."
"And you call *Jenny* a slut," Karen scoffed with contempt.
Sabrina said nothing, realizing she was busted and Karen had her by the balls. So to speak.
Karen assumed a dramatic pose and suddenly began orating a la Shakespeare! "So, you fell hoor, I will ask you only one more time: what be your choice? To be my slut or not to be my slut: that is the question. Whether it is nobler in your mind to suffer the bonds and cuffs of outrageous servitude, or to take futile arms against your rightful ruler and be swept away into notorious ignominy by a sea of trouble and by opposing me, thus guarantee the demise of your rep."
Karen then moved to stand regally in front of Sabrina, placed her hand on her shoulder and not even needing to push, guided her down onto her knees.
Sabrina did not resist, defeated.
Karen slid out of her skirt, presenting a shaved pussy to her assistant captain.
Karen then continued her sexually slanted Hamlet parody as she seductively said, her pussy now inches from Sabrina's face, "To beg: to submit: all night, and through obedience cease forever thy holier than thou attitude."
Sabrina had tears in her eye as she said, "Please Karen, I..."
Karen interrupted her, no longer misquoting Hamlet but adlibbing a brand-new Shakespearean script of her own, quoting, or rather not quoting, "Nay! I say thee nay! Beg not for mercy which thou deservest not from thy rightful Queen, but beg instead for mercy from the fair maid thou hast wronged!"
Then breaking character, she clarified in a growl, "In other words ass bitch, you've gotta beg Slut Jenny to fuck your sorry ass with this butt plug."
Sabrina looked at her, pleading desperately with her eyes, before submitting and looking to the floor. Then, knowing it was required, she crawled over to where I was still sitting in my chair, having been watching this Elizabethan melodrama unfold with my mouth hanging open the entire time.
Remaining on her knees, Sabrina fearfully clasped her hands together, holding them just beneath her chin, looked respectfully... yes, I couldn't believe it either, *respectfully!...* up into my very wide eyes and asked, "Mistress Jenny, may your unworthy former foe please speak?"
Seeing this as an opportunity to win points with Karen and Ashley by taking the high road, I replied as graciously as I could manage while trying not to giggle, "Yes, former foe Sabrina, you may speak."
Demonstrating the capacity for a bit of *Theatah* of her own, she proceeded, "Mistress Jenny, may your asinine assailant beg?"
Thanking my lucky stars the hadn't asked me for a 'boon' or my inner giggles would have come tumbling out for sure, I still managed to retain my dignity and replied formally, "Yes, asinine assailant Sabrina, you may beg."
"Then..." she managed, followed by a long pause while within, her pride strove mightily against her survival instinct with the survival team squeaking out a win, she finally continued, "Then, Mistress Jenny, I beg you, I beseech thee..." and finally bolting for the finish line she concluded, "Jenny, please fuck my butt hole like the ass slut I am!"
Knowing I couldn't maintain my composure much longer, I hung on with my own last shred of dignity, "Yes, Sabrina, it shall be my pleasure to fuck your treacherous white bottom with the royal sceptre."
I stood up, walked over to Karen and curtseyed. "Your Majesty," I requested formally, "might I borrow the royal sceptre for a necessity?"
Karen finally lost it and burst out laughing, immediately followed by the rest of us... Sabrina included!
Eventually we all had more or less recovered, and Karen handed me the butt plug, intoning, but through many giggles, "Princess Jenny, we are pleased to issue you the royal sceptre for your ummm...necessity. Please use it wisely and well." She then also handed me some lube and concluded the impromptu ritual with, "Fuck her good, babe. Don't be gentle."
"Understood, Mistress Karen," I responded.
Sabrina looked at me, still slightly scared, as I generously lubed the toy. I then sauntered over and ordered her in a growl of my own, surprising everyone including myself, "Bend over, bitch."
Sabrina glared at me furiously and began to say something, but wisely stopped herself before any incriminating sound could escape her lips and slowly obeyed me, trundling onto all fours. I then considerately lubed her ass as well, but then without any warning I began to slide the toy into her ass, using an initial strong thrust to 'seat' the implement. Sabrina gave out a rather loud scream as it penetrated her. Obeying Karen's command, I showed her no gentleness as I continued pushing the thick plug inexorably into her ass until I was satisfied for now with its depth. I don't know what came over me; maybe it was all the years of being looked down upon by Sabrina and sometimes being bullied as we grew up attending all the same schools together, or just her belligerent treatment of me this week, but I took this opportunity to verbally abuse her. A rush of adrenaline with a power I never thought I would have over a cheerleader. "How does that feel, you fucking bitch?"
Sabrina moaned in what I think might have been pleasure but hard to tell, and she didn't say anything.
I then smacked the plug deeper into her ass with my palm and insisted in a loud, forceful tone I didn't know I had, "Answer me, cunt!"
"It hurts, but it feels good too," she whimpered, her eyes showing the fear she had for the newly dominant me.
I pushed the plug in even deeper although more gently, and soon all six inches were filing her ass. I then growled, "Fuck yourself back on your toy, you slut. Fuck yourself to an ass orgasm, you butt slut!"
"Yes, Mistress," she moaned and I got exceedingly wet at being called *Mistress*.
"Mistress who?" I barked as I *slapped* her chunky ass almost as hard as I could.
"Yes Mistress *Jenny*," she whined.
I held the plug steady and watched as this chunky bitch, the bully who had always been so much better than everyone else, obeyed my command and began to bounce back on the plug. Her moaning got louder and louder as she continued to allow the plug to fill her ass deeper and deeper. Then finally she screamed with the full lung capacity of the cheerleader she was, as she reached orgasmic bliss from this humiliating debauchery.
Feeling my power for the first time in my life, I looked over at Ashley, who had been quiet this entire time), and who was rubbing herself frantically.
I slapped Sabrina's ass once more, hard, and leaving the plug in her ass, I walked over to confront Ashley. Of course she had never done anything to deserve my ire, but she did deserve something else, and paying that debt began with my respect. "Mistress Ashley?"
I was addressing her with professional courtesy, not as a submissive, standing over her.
"Umm... Yes... Mistress Jenny?"
No frills, I just said it: "Dare me to eat your pussy."
Ashley, desperate for an orgasm after watching all this sexual depravity begged me through a moan, "Please."
"Close enough," I quipped.
I immediately muff-dived between this beautiful, sweet, girl's legs. I instantly began working on her clit, and as soon as my tongue touched down on it she began to quake and moan and quiver and spray juice all over my face! I kept licking her right through her orgasm as I attempted to get her off again. I nibbled on her clit and slid a finger inside her. I pumped the finger in and out of her surprisingly tight pussy. She continued to give me moans of pleasure as I continued pleasuring her cunt. Her first orgasm now completed, I then slowed down so I could savour her deliciousness. I licked slowly, my finger still lodged deep inside her, but remaining still. I lovingly slid my tongue up and down her pussy lips, continuing to tease her. I then slid down a bit more and surprised her a bit when my tongue flicked lightly across her anal pleasure spot. I stiffened my tongue and pushed it into her, just slightly breaking her anal taboo, and then returned to her pussy.
I heard her whisper, in a pleading and insecure tone, "Please, Jenny, I'm sorry, but I still need to cum again."
I looked up along her tall, slender body to her soulful brown eyes, smiled at her and experienced a surprisingly intense thrill of pleasure through my body as she smiled back. I then said, "Yes, Mistress Ashley, I would love to give you another cum."
I then dove back between her legs and attacked her pussy with an aggressive mixture of licking, nibbling and fingering. This focused assault on her pussy very soon had her moaning and moaning until her legs tightened around my head and a fresh gush of cum exploded all over my face. I had never seen someone gush so much cum from her vagina. I kept licking and licking, attempting to swallow as much of her delicious love juice as possible.
Finally she pushed me away saying, "Please Jenny, no more."
I looked up at her sorrowfully, thinking I had failed. She recognized what I was experiencing and apologized. "I'm sorry, Jenny, that wasn't what you think. You've just given me the most intense orgasm of my life, and I got so oversensitive I just needed to allow it to flow through me."
"Oh," I said with a relieved sigh, "I was afraid I had disappointed you, Mistress Ashley."
"God no," Ashley said, perspiration dripping down her face, "That was the most amazing high I've ever felt!"
"Then thank you for allowing me to pleasure you," I said sincerely. I looked around and saw that Sabrina was still on all fours, but now was between Karen's legs and licking her pussy. The butt plug was still lodged inside her ass.
Ashley then said, "Can I do you?"
"You don't have to do that," I refused shyly, "You are one of my Mistresses and I am here to please you."
"But I want to," Ashley said, and then realizing how serious and obedient I was, she assumed a loud, assertive voice and ordered me, "Pet Jenny, I demand that you lay back instantly, spread your legs for me and allow your Mistress to give you the best orgasm that I can!"
"YES, Mistress Ashley!" I obliged excitedly as I lay back on the floor and opened my legs. To my surprise, Ashley first threw away all the momentum we had generated as she slowly leaned into my face and kissed me gently. Her soft lips were bestowing within me a tenderness I had never felt from anyone before, and chills were racing up and down my spine. The kiss... no more than a kiss, although a French one, was accompanied by her loving embrace that lasted I don't know how many minutes as we explored each other's mouths. I could have remained like this with her all night, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, but sadly for me, she eventually broke the kiss.
However, all was well with us as she held my head in place and kissed her way around my face until she could begin nibbling my left ear, her hot breath illogically providing me with another chill to thrill my body. She then removed her hands from me and kissed her way lower, unbuttoned my sheer blouse, and took my left breast hungrily into her mouth. She spent minutes exploring every region of my breasts and belly. Still bestowing on me continuous soft kisses and gentle nibbles that now had love juice trickling from my desperate cunt, she continued her travels down my body, detoured cruelly around my soaked pussy and skated her wet tongue all the way down the inner surface of my right nylon-covered leg.
She then discovered my all-time weakness and I groaned helplessly, lost in delirium as one by one, she sucked each of my toes into her mouth through the sheer black nylon. I totally gave myself to her as I moaned like a girl getting fucked, but in reality only because of the focused pleasure she was providing not to my pussy, but even better it seemed, to my toes and my foot. She then took my other foot and did the same thing, staring up the length of my body into my eyes the whole time, but saying nothing. She massaged my left foot and toes just as sensuously and completely as she'd done the first, before gliding her hands back up my stocking-clad leg. She continued up my body, again bypassed my pussy (again with such casual cruelty) and in time returned back to my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth and we kissed again, this time her knee pressing and gently thrusting against my pussy, a treasure that I welcomed so eagerly! Her insistent pressure soon had me moaning into her mouth as she now moved her knee randomly around, teasing me mercilessly.
My moans got louder and ever more needy until finally Ashley asked me, "Jenny, do you want me to lick your vagina?"
I smiled at her use of the conservative word 'vagina', still speaking so properly considering the circumstances, and replied with no small amount of passion, "Yes, please, Mistress Ashley."
Her knee leaned into me harder as she qualified, "I will do so on one condition, dear Jenny."
"Anything," I quivered, my ability to speak crumbling because of the pressure down below.
"Jenny, you must not call me mistress," she said tenderly, "for that is not who I am. I am your equal and your lover because I like you, dear Jenny. You must call me Ashley, or any sweet endearment you choose, but never mistress."
I didn't know where to put myself! I discovered that I liked her as well (in a way much more than just sex), with a passion that surely matched the love she was claiming she held for me, but at this moment I needed to climax almost more than I needed to breathe! I responded desperately, "Oh Ashley, I love you too, and sometime soon I hope to find the words to tell you how much I do, but for now, dear, sweet, beautiful, wonderful Ashley I beg you... PLEASE eat me, PLEASE ravish me, I need to cum so badly!"
For the first time in I don't know how many minutes my head cleared sufficiently that I found myself looking across the room to see Karen seated on a chair and watching my lover and me intently as Sabrina sat on her haunches beside her on the floor exactly like an obedient puppy dog. To make the scene even more humiliating (for Sabrina, certainly not for anyone else), Karen was petting Sabrina's hair like she would a dog's. Karen smiled and winked at me.
I smiled back and mouthed a 'thank you' before closing my eyes again. I then just let myself go and surrendered as Ashley continued to pleasure me. As she had required of me, not as submissive to Mistress, but I surrendered as someone who had been enduring as half a person her entire life might surrender upon the joyous discovery of the other half of herself. This may sound crazy, but I was surrendering to myself, and in so doing I was becoming whole for the first time ever. Perhaps another way of describing this experience is that I had found my soul mate, and the newly discovered other half of my soul was making sweet love to me. Eventually I could feel my orgasm approaching, not like breakers crashing, but like the inexorable swelling of a calm ocean. I moaned, "I'm cumming sweet Ashley, please don't stop."
Ashley, hearing my request and knowing my need as if it were her own, slid three gentle fingers inside my ocean of juice and captured my whole clit ever so gently but insistently into her mouth. I instantly screamed from the new double pleasure, and within seconds my orgasm erupted out of me. Like I had done, Ashley continued licking and fingering me as the orgasm swelled through me and thrilled every part of my body. Eventually the pleasure became too intense, and just as Ashley had, I begged her, "Please stop."
Ashley did, smiled at me and said, "See?"
I smiled weakly, trying to catch my breath as I responded, "Yes."
Ashley moved back up and pressed her body against me as we kissed one more time. Like the previous kisses, our kiss was electric and passionate but most of all, tender. We kissed for countless minutes, with no other agenda other than to remain immersed in each other's passion.
It was finally Karen who broke up our make-out session by announcing, "Well, we should probably hit the hay, ladies; drill sergeant Hopkins will be working us like rented mules tomorrow.
Ashley broke our kiss and helped me to my feet.
Karen walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek, removed the collar I had long since forgotten I was even wearing, and fastened it on Sabrina. She then asked Sabrina, kind of *intoned* to Sabrina, "Do you have anything to say to Jenny?"
Sabrina looked at me, completely humiliated, and said, "I'm very sorry, Jenny. I'm sorry for everything. I promise to do much better for you."
I smiled at her and grasped her shoulder gently, saying simply, "It's ok."
Karen then said to Ashley and me rather jovially, "I *thought* you two would hit it off! Jenny, did you know that Ashley is a lesbian?"
"I do now," I laughed.
Karen then said seriously and sincerely, "You two make an adorable couple."
Ashley blushed, but reached for my hand. I looked up at Ashley and then a flood of realization hit me as I realized it wasn't Karen I was in love with, it was Ashley! Even after all I had felt and experienced just now while Ashley had been making love to me, the penny still hadn't dropped. The rest of me was completely onboard, but you know the old saying, "The head is the last to be told!" (Okay, maybe it's a new saying.)
Karen smiled, "Jenny, I have a new slave" as she patted Sabrina like a puppy again. "So if you two want to be an item, I will allow it."
I looked at Ashley, who looked at me and asked with noticeable insecurity, "Are we an us?"
I smiled back, nervous as well, but knowing that even if it took forever for it to sink in past her insecurities, I was hers for as long as she would have me. Meaning it with all my heart I told my lover, "I would love that."
Ashley kissed me again, so very gently as I reciprocated in kind.
But then Karen kinda broke the mood by adding, "But don't think it will be that easy, you two. Jenny still has a mistress in Megan, and I'll still expect to be able to use Jenny on occasion if I wish or if Sabrina isn't handy."
Ashley seemed a bit disappointed by this, but I was secretly thankful. I'm not sure I could commit to just one girl. I knew I could give Ashley my entire heart, but never exclusive use of my body, especially not all the best parts. I needed to be dominated sometimes, and Ashley was obviously way too sweet to dominate me.
"Understood," I said.
Karen then added, "Plus, both Mistress Megan and I still expect you to finish your seduction of Miss Morgan."
"Of course," I said, as Ashley gave me a look of surprise and I promised in a whisper, "I'll explain later, my love.
"And," Karen finished, "I still plan to seduce your mother."
"I figured you might," I said giving Ashley's hand a soft squeeze of support.
Karen then began walking to her bedroom, with Sabrina following on all fours led by the leash. Karen called back, "Get a room, you two dykes. One room, one bed! Just saying; you'll figure it out."
Ashley and I watched Karen and Sabrina leave and then wordlessly we went to Ashley's room, which was now our room. Both of us exhausted sexually, we climbed under the blankets and just cuddled. I fell asleep with Ashley's arms wrapped around me. I had never felt such warmth in my life. In her arms, life made sense.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
**SATURDAY FEBRUARY 8****<sup>th</sup>****: The Last Card Played**
I woke up in someone's arms, which I'd never done before, and then it all came flooding back to me: these were Ashley's arms! I rolled over and Ashley was awake, smiling at me. She leaned in and kissed me. She then bumped noses with me and said, "That was one crazy night."
I smiled back and said, "Yes, but believe it or not, there have been even crazier ones of late."
"I suppose," Ashley said; "what did Karen mean about Miss Morgan?"
"I've been working on seducing my English teacher Miss Morgan all week and making good progress, although we haven't rung the bell," I explained.
"She is gay?"
"I don't know if she's *gay* precisely, but she definitely likes women," I said, and then explained the whole week.
"Oh, wow," Ashley said, as the alarm went off. (No, nothing was wrong, just the alarm on the clock.) She then said reluctantly, "Well, we'd better get up. If we're late, Hopkins will crush us."
"Ok," I said and we got up. We got dressed and went into the living room.
Karen and Sabrina were not out yet, so we knocked on their door. Karen bellowed, "Come on in."
We did, and were sudden witnesses to Sabrina handcuffed to the bed, the butt plug still in her ass, with Karen sitting on her face. It was an obscene, yet hot scene. "I'm sitting on my slut, I'm almost there," she said, "so soon I'll get off, har de har."
We watched in silence until Ashley reminded us, "We're going to be late."
"Shit," Karen said, frustrated, and then began rubbing her ass all over her new slut. She then stood up and said, "You'll be punished later slut, for not getting me off in time." She then released Sabrina from her restraints and grabbed her clothes.
Sabrina looked at Ashley and me, humiliated but uncomplaining, before getting up off the bed, her face wet with Karen's juice.
I couldn't help but smile as we left and waited in the other room. A couple of minutes later, Karen and Sabrina both came out dressed and composed, and we all silently headed off to breakfast.
If I'd thought the prior week of practice was intense, or that Friday had been brutally painful, all that was nothing compared to what Coach Hopkins had in store for us that morning! The entire morning was dedicated to extreme conditioning, and she was particularly hard on the rather weary and out of it Sabrina. By lunchtime I thought I was going to die. After lunch though, we worked on our routine for States, and that was so much fun! I don't know if Karen had talked to Coach Hopkins or not, but I was surprised to learn I was fully involved in all the routines, while the younger PomPoms seethed on the sidelines.
I have never felt such a part of something in my life! It was so exciting to be a member of a team, to belong to the in crowd. We trained until 5:30 before we got on the bus and headed home, exhausted.
The bus ride back was anticlimactically tame as we were all too weary even to talk. Ashley and I held hands in the dark and I fell asleep on her shoulder and was surprised to see the lights of town already approaching when I awoke. When we arrived back at the school, the four of us all piled into Karen's car. Sabrina sat in the front while Ashley and I sat in the backseat.
As Karen drove she said, "Well ladies, that was fun, and you all know that what happens at Cheerleading Camp stays at Cheerleading Camp, understood?"
"Yes," we all replied in perfect unison.
The rest of the drive was silent, although I felt a sudden sweet warmth float through me when Ashley reached for my hand. I took it and gave it a squeeze to let her know I appreciated her.
Karen dropped me off first. I said, "Bye, thanks girls, it was fun." I blew them all a kiss and headed into my house. I was exhausted, but it was only eight o'clock. My Mom wasn't home, so I went upstairs and logged onto my computer. I checked my email and then decided to see if Miss Morgan was on.
When I logged in I was happy to see that she was. I decided to see if she would contact me first. As I expected, she did:
**Wanda87:** Hi...you there?
**Subinstockings:** Yes, Mistress Wanda; just got home.
**Wanda87:** I looked for you last night...
**Subinstockings:** Sorry, I was away with some friends.
**Wanda87:** I see.
**Subinstockings:** What are you wearing mistress?
**Wanda87:** just jeans and a t-shirt.
**Subinstockings:** I am in my cheerleading outfit.
**Wanda87:** You're a cheerleader?
**Subinstockings:** Yes.
**Wanda87:** I was one too. :)
**Subinstockings:** You were? Did you have any sexual experiences with your teammates?
**Wanda87:** In college, yes.
**Subinstockings:** Were you in charge? Or submissive?
**Wanda87:** Neither...it just happened. It didn't mean much, we just played around.
**Subinstockings:** I see. I am also wearing stockings. Black ones.
**Wanda87:** With your cheerleading outfit?
**Subinstockings:** Yes. I like to dress provocatively.
**Wanda87:** I see.
**Subinstockings:** Can I please u in real life?
**Wanda87:** Umm...I don't know.
**Subinstockings:** U don't want me? :(
**Wanda87:** It's not that. It's just I have never done this before.
**Subinstockings:** Me neither...not like this. But I want to.
**Wanda87:** I want you too.
**Subinstockings:** I am tired tonight and need to sleep. But tomorrow I will be at Starbucks on Winter Street at 11:30am. I will be wearing my cheerleader's outfit. You won't be able to miss me. If you are not there, I will understand; if you are, I will be your sub for the afternoon and do whatever you want. Goodnight.
I then logged out before she could respond. I smiled. All my cards had been played, and played well, I think. I would learn tomorrow if I had won the jackpot.
Oddly, I went to bed thinking about Ashley even as I was attempting to finish my seduction of Miss Morgan. I tried to forget about Ashley, about how good it felt to be in her arms, but the feeling of warmth still filled me with joy. The confusing emotions had my mind reeling and I was an emotional mess. I loved being Megan's slave, I enjoyed being Karen's slut, and I was enjoying and looking forward to finishing my seduction of Miss Morgan...yet, as I drifted to sleep, all I could think of was Ashley. Ashley's body, Ashley's smile and sex or not, how I felt when her arms were around me. As I faded into sleep I wondered, had this whole week of submission and seduction ended with me falling in love?
**THE END... of Chapter 3... Continued in Chapter 4** |
Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 01 | 54,868 | 4.62 | 454,256 | [
"romance novella",
"drama"
] | *Note: Special thanks go out to my two regular editors, LilTexasSexFiend and AnInsatiableReader, for making this infinitely better than it was when I first wrote it. Also, I owe a great deal of gratitude to Romantic1, who took time away from writing to read over this and help me clean up the aviation-specific portions of the story. Of course, his sex scenes are legendary on Literotica, and I'd have been crazy not to ask for suggestions on those portions as well.
As always, let me know what you think, through voting, comments or private feedback. All three works too! ;-) As I said, this story will go up with one chapter posting daily until it's all uploaded, so don't get too mad about the cliffhangers. Enjoy!*
\=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=
THREE YEARS LATER
\=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=
Of all the things Tim Fetters had done in his life, nothing made him feel more powerful than this.
"Left heading one-four-zero, and down to three thousand, Mile High Eleven-Zero-One," Tim spoke into his headset. He punched a couple of buttons to the right of the Boeing 757's control yoke, and moments later, the plane began a shallow banking turn to the left. Tim smiled - knowing he could control this plane, make it do whatever he wanted to... it was truly one of the best feelings he'd ever had.
Tim glanced at a checklist hanging on the side of the cockpit to his left. Temporarily satisfied, he turned to his co-pilot's seat - where a muscular black man, dressed in sagging denim jeans and a blood red North Carolina State football jersey, sat staring at him.
"Yo, Doc," Carlos McDonald said. "Just don't crash us into the airport, OK?"
Tim cracked another smile. "I'll do my best, Carlos. Now, back to you for a minute. What's going on with you and fumbling the ball all the time?"
"You the brain doctor, man," Carlos fired back. "You tell me."
Tim sighed and made a "tsk tsk" noise.
"Carlos, for one, I'm not a 'brain doctor,'" Tim replied, taking his hands off the yoke long enough to make double quotations with his fingers before quickly replacing his hands. "They're called neurosurgeons, and they make a hell of a lot more money than I do. I'm a sports psychologist, and I can only work off of what you tell me. So, why do you think you keep fumbling the ball?"
Carlos squirmed in the seat - and since it was covered in leather and probably more comfortable than it should have been given its purpose, it had to be because he was personally uncomfortable about something.
"I dunno, Doc," Carlos replied. He took a few more seconds before continuing. "I ain't never had this problem before. In high school, I coughed it up once my whole career, because one of them cheerleaders flashed me on the sidelines."
"That's not a very team-oriented thing to do," Tim replied.
"Bitch cheered for the other team," Carlos said, waving him off.
"Ah," Tim said, smiling. "Then I stand corrected."
"Yeah," Carlos replied. "It was aight, though. I scored three more touchdowns, we won the game by 20, and I fucked her and two of her friends in the locker room after. But that ain't the point, Doc."
Tim just grinned. From what he'd seen of Carlos, there was no reason to doubt his story. "Ok, so the point is?"
"I can't hang on to the fucking ball, Doc!"
"Ah, yes. One minute, Carlos." Tim gripped his headset again, carefully listening to the instructions given to him by air traffic control. "Roger, zero-eight-zero to intercept the localizer. Tower on one-one-niner-point-three. See ya." Tim punched a few more buttons and the plane tilted to the left again. He made quick work of contacting the tower at Raleigh-Durham International Airport, entered the traffic pattern, then motioned for Carlos to continue.
"My first two years here at the State, I fumbled the ball twice. Once 'cause that dumb shit Drexler" - Carlos waved behind him at the football players spread throughout the rest of the plane - "forgot we was on the same team and decided to tackle my black ass. The other was 'cause that badass linebacker at V-Tech last year, the one the Rams took with the eighth pick last spring, ran my ass over like a fucking Mack truck squashing a ladybug."
Tim smiled. He remembered that play - Carlos had spent a good 20 minutes afterward on the sidelines talking about the price of tea in India. The hit had given him a concussion, but he'd talked the real team doctor, Ted Prince, into letting him back into the game against Tim's wishes. Concussion or not, Carlos ended up scoring the game-winning touchdown, surviving a hit more vicious than the first one without giving up the ball.
That just made these past few weeks more mind-boggling. Carlos - the top running back for N.C. State and one of the premier backs in all of college football - had fumbled the ball five times during the past three games. Only one of them had been really costly, but still, the coaches were concerned.
Tim observed Carlos for a few more moments, trying to pick up on any non-verbal cues he might be giving as to what was going on inside his head. In many ways, Tim thought, Carlos was the stereotypical black athlete - dreadlocks, enough gold in his teeth to start a pawnshop, Ebonics as his first language, spent more time in bed than your average pillow. But underneath this particular black athlete exterior lay an accounting major with a 3.9 GPA, one who would leave Raleigh after his junior year for the NFL just 12 credits short of a Bachelor's degree. And to his credit, Carlos wasn't one who accepted failure or laughed it off like a lot of his teammates did.
"Why do you think this is a mental thing, Carlos? Why come talk to me and not your running backs coach?"
"I done told you, Doc," Carlos said, getting more and more agitated. "I don't fumble the football. You know Pat Kersee back there?"
"The 350-pound right tackle? Yeah. So what?" Tim replied.
"And you know Tia Lopez? Our head cheerleader?" Carlos continued.
Tim nodded as he said, "Yes, Carlos. Where are you going with this?"
"Pat and Tia will get they freak on under the statue of Jimmy V outside the RBC Center before I fumble the ball twice in a game. I do not give the ball away. But five times the past three weeks, I have. It ain't a physical thing."
"And you're willing to incur the wrath of your teammates by talking to the team shrink?"
"Doc, if it would fix the problem, I'd go talk to Dr. Ruth," Carlos said. "That old bitch still alive, anyway?"
"I have no idea, Carlos," Tim said, trying not to laugh. "I'll tell you what, though. I'll come by practice tomorrow afternoon and sit down with you for a few minutes. We'll see what's wrong."
"Aight, dawg," Carlos said, using Tim's personal favorite nickname for himself. Every guy on the team with pigmentation in his skin called him that for some reason. "'Preciate it."
"No problem," Tim said. "Now get back to your seat and send my co-pilot back up here. We're about five minutes out from landing."
"I got you," Carlos said, and when he and Tim locked hands in a modified handshake/fist bump/whatever the hell it was college kids did these days, Tim noticed the running back cringe as if Tim had punched him in the kidneys. The look was gone almost as quickly as it arrived.
With Carlos gone, Tim turned around and looked back out the window. Raleigh, North Carolina, was a damn beautiful town from 3,000 feet - almost any town was, really. Maybe there were some small towns in Wyoming and Oklahoma that looked shitty when flying over them, but Tim had yet to go there.
Tim pressed his headset closer to his ears, listened for a second, then nodded.
"Raleigh Tower, Mile High Eleven-Zero-One is on the approach." Tim nodded and punched a few more buttons. A few seconds later, the plane turned until it was perfectly aligned with runway 5L at Raleigh-Durham International.
"Ah," J.T. Lancaster said, closing the cockpit door and taking his seat in the chair Carlos had been using. "Already got her lined up, I see."
"Yeah, it was fun listening to Carlos talk about his ball-handling problems while getting instructions from ATC."
"I would have thought Carlos had a deep pool of North Carolina State's finest coeds to handle those problems for him," J.T. quipped. "And yet, he goes to you. Something you're not telling me?"
Tim just laughed. Chris Rock wouldn't have had a comeback for that - neither did Tim.
"You teach that boy to fly yet?" J.T. asked.
"Nah," Tim said. "He's too busy crunching numbers in class and telling me about the foursome he had in high school."
"See, I need to be up here for these chats," J.T. said, laughing. "Speaking of that..."
"Now you and I are going to talk about foursomes?" Tim replied.
"Not so much the foursome, no," J.T. replied. "Though, if I get Sheila drunk enough, that could probably be arranged. What's going on with you and Julia?"
"J.T., whatever do you mean?" Tim asked, sarcasm dripping off his tongue and soaking the cockpit.
"I just-" he stopped, because the controller was speaking in the headset again. Tim nodded.
"Roger, copy the winds, cleared to land, runway five-left, eleven-zero-one."
Tim didn't have to do anything this time because the plane was already on track to land.
"I'm not talking about it," Tim said, putting up a hand to stop his best friend from asking any further questions. "And you know I'm not talking about it. So, what do you say you save your oxygen for the long hike we get to make across the airport in a minute?"
J.T. knew better than to continue, so he didn't.
Two minutes later, the plane touched down flawlessly on the runway. Five minutes after that, Tim and J.T. shut the engines down on the powerful jet as the team deplaned at the gate.
Tim managed to get out of the cockpit before Ted Prince, the football team's head physician, could leave.
"Ted, you got a minute?"
"Sure, Timmy," the 60-something doctor replied. His thick deep-southern drawl made it sound more like 'Shoo, Teemee.' "Whaddya got?"
The two walked down the jetway and emerged in the terminal at Raleigh-Durham. They were surrounded by players as they walked, so Tim kept his voice low.
"Would it be possible for someone to have a broken forearm or wrist and not know it?"
Ted just stared back at Tim.
"Carlos McDonald," Tim said, as a way of explaining it. "He's been having problems hanging onto the ball lately. He was up in the cockpit talking with me about it, but honestly, Ted, there's nothing mentally wrong with Carlos."
"Sometimes a player jes' fumbles the football, mah boy," Ted said. Tim just gave him a look.
"Come on, Ted," Tim replied. "You know Carlos. Two years here, he fumbled it twice, both times because of damn good hits. Lately, you breathe on the guy's right side, and the football hits the turf. Thing is, I slapped hands with him today when he left the cockpit, and he cringed when our hands touched. Is it possible that maybe he's got an injury to his right forearm or wrist, something he doesn't think is that serious, but is causing him huge amounts of pain when contacted?"
Ted chewed on that for a minute. "I dunno," Ted said. "I imagine he'd know it was broke. But hell, maybe it's just a fracture and he don't know it. We'll get 'em X-rayed today, see if yer right."
"Ted, I appreciate this," Tim replied, but Ted just stood there looking at him.
"You know, kid," Ted said, "Yer a damn boy wonder."
"Sir?"
"Now, don't start that 'sir' bull sheet with me," Ted answered. "How old are you, Teemee?"
"I'm 31, sir," he replied.
"Thirty-one years old.. yer a fully licensed psychologist workin' with jes' about every damn athlete in the state of North Carolina. You got you a commercial pilot's license, and you fly everybody around in 757s and them fancy Learjets. You flew real planes over in the Middle East for five years in the Marines and got you a Navy Cross out of the deal."
It was two Navy Crosses, actually, but Tim wasn't going to correct him. He just stood there, listening.
"Mah boy, you still have more than half yer life left," Ted said, clapping Tim on the shoulder. "Just amazing how much you've already accomplished."
Ted and Tim shared a laugh, and Tim watched as Ted took a few steps toward the baggage claim area with the football team. Before he turned the corner, though, the doctor turned around and regarded him sadly.
"But son, you ain't got you a damn thing if you ain't got you no woman to go home to."
They shared a look before Ted finally headed off around the corner, and Tim just shook his head and sighed.
"Everybody is fucking Dr. Phil these days," he muttered to himself. Tim didn't realize that during his conversation with the doctor, J.T. had emerged from the jetway and was standing right behind him.
"Well, I'm part of everybody, and I am certainly not fucking Dr. Phil, these days or any other days," J.T. said. Tim couldn't help but laugh.
"Damn," Tim replied. "And here I thought Sheila was just a way overdone cover story."
J.T. ignored him. "It seems like everybody thinks they know what's best for you, I know," he said, putting a hand on Tim's shoulder. "We're just trying to be here for you, man."
Tim let that hang in the air for a minute. Tim would have taken a bullet for J.T., and J.T. had very nearly done just that for Tim a few years back. They were as tight as two friends could be, but this was about as emotional as either of them ever got around the other. J.T. removed his hand and motioned at the two roller suitcases he'd wheeled off the plane. Tim took his, and they walked through the mostly empty terminal in silence for a few minutes. Both of them knew that if either of them were going to break it, it'd be J.T., and sure enough, a few minutes later, he did.
"I mean, seriously, man," he said. "For reasons passing understanding, everybody likes you. Ted Prince, Carlos McDonald, Coach Taylor. Hell, even Sheila likes your ass. I can't understand why, since she has the perfect male specimen already, but it's something I've learned to deal with."
Tim was smiling widely now. J.T. was sometimes too involved in Tim's personal life, most of the time he was overbearing, and he indeed always thought he knew what was best for Tim. But J.T. could make a paraplegic mime laugh, and more importantly, he'd been the only person to really stick with him throughout that year-long dark spell he'd gone through a while back. For the rest of his life, Tim would let J.T. ramble on whenever he wanted - he owed him that much.
"I just don't understand why it's so hard for you to comprehend that a lot of people want to see you happy, man."
"It's not hard to comprehend," he said. "I just don't understand why everyone thinks I'm not happy."
"Dude, have you seen you lately?" J.T. asked.
"About an hour ago in the bathroom on the plane," Tim said. "And I still look as damn good as ever, if I can be so modest."
"Not what I mean, and you know it."
"J.T., I have two awesome jobs that anyone in either field would happily kill me for," Tim said. "I built my dream house on the lake two years ago. My bank account is swimming in more zeros than my accountant knows what to do with. I travel the country and chat up some of the best athletes in the world - for a living. What, exactly, do you think I have to bitch about?"
J.T. just stared back at him.
"Don't play stupid," J.T. said.
"I'm not playing stupid," Tim said. "So, I don't have a girlfriend, or a wife, or a family outside of my parents and my sister. I would not trade my life for anyone else's."
"What about -" J.T. started, but Tim cut him off.
"Not even Hugh Hefner's life 50 years ago," he finished for his best friend.
"All right, all right," J.T. said. "I'll drop it."
"For now," Tim again finished.
"You know me too well," J.T. said. "And besides, you only have that house and one of those two awesome jobs because of me."
"True," Tim said. "You and your family have been very, very good to me, J.T. I tell you everyday that if there's anything you ever need, all you have to do is ask."
J.T. simply nodded. They stopped by the airline operations office, where it took all of two minutes to finish the necessary paperwork, then made their way down into the baggage claim area, where most of the football team and coaching staff was huddled around the carousel. J.T. had bags to collect, but Tim always traveled light. They said their goodbyes, and Tim headed out into the parking garage.
Just as he crossed the street in front of the terminal, his cell phone rang. The song was "Crash Into Me" by Dave Matthews Band, which meant it could only be one person. Before he realized it, a smile flashed across his face. He forced it away before answering the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Tim. It's Julia."
"Hey," he replied.
"That's all I get? Hey?" she asked. "You've been in Boston since Thursday, you're finally back on Sunday afternoon, and all I get is a 'Hey?'"
Tim could tell she was kidding from the giggles she mixed in with the words. Still, he played along.
"Umm... hey. How are you?" His voice was still mostly flat, but that was all part of the joke.
"Better," she replied. "Where are you?"
"Just leaving the airport now," he said. "We landed about 15 minutes ago."
"Hey, I get off in 20 minutes." She just let it hang there. Both of them knew what usually came next. Tim decided to try and change the subject.
"Oh, I think it will take you a bit longer than that," he quipped.
Julia laughed. From the sounds of things, it was loud enough to make anyone else still in the Southwest Airlines offices at Raleigh-Durham on a Sunday afternoon wonder what was going on.
"Shut up," she said when she finally settled down long enough to answer. "Besides, that's your fault. If you wanted, it would only take 3 or 4 minutes."
"Yeah, but there's absolutely zero fun in that."
Tim hoped that would send her mind off in other directions.
"But that's not what I meant," she continued, and Tim's face tightened up some. "If you want to wait around for a bit..."
Tim really wanted to tell Julia what she wanted to hear. So many times, they'd arrived at this point in the conversation, and he always teetered on the edge of giving in. He did this time, too, but as it always did, the see-saw tilted in his direction. Instead, he said nothing, and eventually, Julia got the hint.
"Or, I'll just drive out and meet you," she said, ending the nervous silence.
"That would be better," he said, and then before he could shut his mouth, the rest slipped out. "That way, your car will be there in case you want to leave."
"You know, Tim, this is beginning to piss me off," she replied. "I'm not going to leave before tomorrow morning, and you damn well know it."
"Well, just in case." It was about as feeble as replies can be, and even as he said it, he mentally dropkicked himself for it. She said nothing, and Tim figured that as long as she was willing, silence was as good a way as any to not dig the hole any deeper.
Neither of them said another word until Tim reached his brand new Mercury Mariner SUV in the parking lot. He threw his suitcase on the rarely used backseat and got behind the wheel.
"Jules, I'm sorry," he said, starting the car and carefully navigating his way through the maze out of the airport car park. "Just meet me when you get off work, ok?"
"You know, I don't have to come out there if you don't want me to," she replied. She always did. This happened pretty much every time Tim got back into town after a trip with one of the teams he worked for.
"Julia, you know I do."
"Are you sure?"
"Very."
"Ok, then," she replied. It sounded like she was exhaling a breath she'd taken a couple hours ago. "I'll see you soon."
They said their goodbyes, and Tim dropped the phone onto his passenger seat.
"You fucking idiot," he said. He wasn't above fits of rage, and he'd probably be punching his steering wheel right now if this whole thing wasn't so damn familiar. He looked up into the rear-view mirror. "When did you become such an asshole?"
As usual, his reflection chose to keep quiet. He pulled out of the parking area and made a series of turns until he hit Interstate 540. The other Sunday afternoon traffic barely registered as he quickly threaded his way in and out of other vehicles, trying to leave the whole Research Triangle in the dust as quickly as possible.
Julia Waters had been in Tim's life for well over a year now. Well, more accurately, she'd been trying to get into Tim's life for well over a year now, ever since they met at a picnic in April 2007. The relationship, if it could be called that, had started out as nothing more than friends with benefits. From the beginning, he told her he couldn't do anything more, and Julia was okay with that.
At first, they only saw each other once or twice a week - he'd see her as he was leaving the airport after returning from a road trip, and they'd get together. He took summers off once the NBA season ended, however, which meant fewer trips out of town and fewer meetings at the airport. Tim couldn't remember who called the other first during that summer, but by the end of 2007, they were sleeping together every other day. When the summer of 2008 rolled around, it was an everyday occurrence.
Through it all, though, Tim had kept himself emotionally detached. He made it clear that this wasn't an exclusive relationship, and that they were allowed to date other people. She was free to come and go as she pleased, and so was he. They'd hook up after work, spend a few hours keeping the neighbors awake at her place or scaring the shit out of the ducks and fish on the lake behind his house, but by sunrise, they'd go their separate ways. That was the routine, and there were very few exceptions to it.
About six months ago, however, Julia had started making things a little more personal. He remembered it pretty clearly - he'd just flown the N.C. State women's basketball team back from Philadelphia, where'd they'd lost in the second round of the NCAA Tournament, and Julia was waiting at the gate when they landed. She kissed him in front of the entire team, which earned him no shortage of grief afterward, and then held his hand as they walked through the terminal. When they got outside, she suggested that she ride with him back to his house. He shut that down quickly and reminded her that nothing had changed.
She backed off that day, but she still did things that made a lot of people interpret their relationship as a serious one. She cooked for him all the time, even on nights when they didn't hook up. She also cleaned his house whenever she was there. He usually kept things pretty tidy, and he wasn't home much to mess things up anyway, but Julia dusted, vacuumed and scrubbed - things Tim wasn't much into. She started leaving clothes and other personal things at his house, and she insisted he give her a key. Despite the red flags that went off, he finally gave in. Whenever he felt like things were getting too personal, he always sat down with her to remind her that he was still just in it for the sex, and wasn't capable of anything else. She reluctantly agreed every time, but those little chats only fixed the problem for a day or two.
That didn't stop him from recognizing how special Julia was, however, and how good of a catch she would be for someone. In just three years of working for Southwest Airlines in Raleigh, she'd risen from ticket agent, to gate agent and up to customer service. Now, she was the station manager for Southwest at Raleigh-Durham, answering to a regional Vice President based in Atlanta.
That was probably the career she would choose, he figured, but if not, she also had a Bachelor's Degree in accounting from Wake Forest, and she'd finished up an MBA from Duke a couple months ago, at the end of the summer semester. She knew more about politics and the bigger issues than even Tim did, and she could still recite Emily Dickinson and quote Shakespeare. She didn't talk about this, but he found out through J.T. that she spent all of the last Christmas season volunteering with the Marine Corps' Toys for Tots, a program that helps distribute Christmas presents to underprivileged children. She was also a raging sports fan, especially with the NFL. Tim worked for the Carolina Panthers during the NFL season, so he didn't get to watch much football on TV, but the one Sunday the team had had off this season, Julia had spent the day at Tim's house, watching football and raving like a lunatic right along with he and his buddies.
And then there was her body. Sure, there were imperfections, but Julia Waters exuded raw sexuality like no other woman he'd ever known.
On those rare occasions when he let his mind go there, he realized she was pretty much the perfect woman.
No, Tim thought. There's no such thing as perfect.
Not anymore.
Tim brought up the Linkin Park folder on his SUV's built-in MP3 player, and the sounds of "Breaking The Habit" filled the car. The appropriateness of the song wasn't lost on him, but he tried valiantly to push those thoughts out of his mind.
Several minutes later, he finally reached his exit and turned, heading down a more subdued tree-lined highway with a lower speed limit and much lower traffic count. Tim could almost feel the bustle and the worries of the everyday world slipping away as he inched closer and closer to the sanctuary he'd built for himself on Jordan Lake. Carlos and his fumbling problems, J.T. and his nosiness, everyone worrying about him, his issues with Julia - they seemed more and more like memories the closer he got.
Finally, when the road looked like it dead-ended in the lake itself, he hung a left and climbed up a winding driveway about 150 feet before pulling to a stop in front of his house. He shut off the engine and climbed out of his SUV, and as he always did, he stopped to take in the view for a minute.
The house was three levels - two and a half, really - and custom-made for him. An architect J.T.'s family used frequently drew up the blueprints with constant input from Tim, and Tim himself did most of the actual construction work, along with J.T. and a bunch of friends, leaving only the most complicated projects to professional contractors. He'd begun construction almost four years ago, and had started to wonder if he'd ever finish it. After what happened with Leira three years ago, though, the only thing he ever seemed to want to do was work on the house, and he'd finished it about nine months later. That was about the only positive he could think of from what happened with her.
He entered the house at street level, which was also the basement. In addition to the garage, the basement had two guest bedrooms and all the staples of the quintessential bachelor pad -- a pool table, a few chairs, a full bar, an air hockey table and a flat-screen HDTV the size of your average freeway billboard.
There were two staircases down here, and he climbed the one closest to the garage up to the first floor, which offered a breathtaking view of Jordan Lake out the massive bay window in the dining room. It was around 6 p.m., so the early fall daylight was starting to fade, but he could still see a couple of sails on the lake, and he could see one wake trail left behind by a jetski. He'd built himself a massive kitchen - he had no earthly idea why, since he could list all the things he used in it on one hand: the microwave, the trash can, the coffee pot, and the side of the refrigerator that held the beer. Tim's idea of cooking was either a microwavable TV dinner or something in the Top Ramen family of quality nutritional foods. Julia absolutely loved it, though.
He spent most of his time down here. Across from the kitchen was his personal game room - the room with a giant flat-screen TV, a recliner, a top-of-the-line personal computer, a couple of video game systems and a sound system that could put most professional party DJs to shame. The basement was used when his friends came over or when he hosted a rare party, and this room was just for Tim. J.T. frequently used it as well, when he came out to do some waterskiing on the lake.
Down the hallway was a bathroom and two more bedrooms, but Tim climbed yet another stairway to the second floor, where he did most of his work. He emerged into his office, which was really a private study and a library. The TV, large as it was, was mostly used to watch video of his sessions with athletes and take notes. It was surrounded by dozens of shelves of books, everything from the tens of thousands of dollars worth of psychology textbooks he'd wasted half of his 20s buried in to aviation books, from volumes of Marine Corps and general military history to the latest Harlen Coben novels. Very few people had ever been in this room since he'd finished the house.
He crossed the hall into the master bedroom, which had another picturesque view of the lake, but this window had blinds he could close for privacy. A door at the end of the wall led outside to the deck, which he'd insisted on building. He spent a lot of hours outside, just he and his laptop and a cold drink. Sometimes it was just he and the drink, watching all the various parties being thrown on the lake and its shores after sunset. His hot tub was out there; he'd probably fire that up later.
The master bathroom was equally as impressive. He'd installed a shower that could handle four people, though no more than two people had ever been in it at once. There was a separate bathtub that so far, no one besides Julia had ever used. Tim either took showers or soaked in the hot tub - he didn't have time for baths.
Tim rinsed off with a quick shower, just enough to wash away the dirt and grime of four days in Boston. He knew he'd take a longer - much longer - shower later, and he wouldn't be alone. The water pressure in his shower could have run hydraulics, and he never ran out of hot water. Most times, he had no desire to leave the steady stream of hot water, and today was no exception.
When he finally forced himself out of the shower, he threw on a pair of workout shorts and a tank top and headed downstairs. He grabbed a bag of carrots out of the fridge and munched idly while watching the last of the boats come off the lake. If this were a Friday or Saturday night, they wouldn't leave until morning, but on a Sunday night, the partiers tended to pack up pretty early.
Tim had almost finished off the bag of carrots when he heard another car pull up in the driveway. Again, he smiled involuntarily, but forced it away before it did any harm. He heard a door slam, and he listened for the distinct sound of high heels clicking on the steps up to his front door. She never came in through the basement.
He listened as she fumbled around in her purse for her keys, and he leaned up against the wall to the right of the door so that when she came inside, she'd walk right past him.
Finally, she put the key in the lock, and the door slowly opened. Tim watched as she walked into his house, closing the door behind her but not looking back. Since she'd just been at work, Tim knew exactly what she'd be wearing, but just the sight of her took his breath away. It always did.
"Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?"
Julia spun around to face him, a smile lighting up her face, the first floor of his house and half of the lake behind her. She kept her dark hair cut relatively short, pageboy style, and though Tim usually preferred long hair, he thought the style was perfect for her. She stood 5-foot-5, about nine inches shorter than him, so she had to look up to meet his eyes. That gave him a nice view down the front of the dark brown dress she wore, which was fairly low-cut anyway. It stopped a couple of inches above her knees, which was about as short as she could get away with under the Southwest dress code. He didn't care - she still looked unbelievable.
Before she had time to answer his question, Tim closed the gap between them, sweeping her up into his arms. Julia let out a little squeal as Tim carried her into the kitchen, quickly depositing her onto the island in the kitchen.
"Miss me?" she asked.
"What do you think?" was his only verbal response, and he immediately attacked her lips with his own as he pulled the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders. Once that was done, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, returning every bit of the passion he was throwing at her.
Tim broke the liplock and began kissing down her neck and across her shoulders as his fingers set to the task of unhooking the bra that kept her C-cup breasts constrained while she was at work. It put up a moderate fight - he always struggled with the bottom hook when he was working from the front - but he eventually won the battle, tossing her bra onto the floor behind him.
Tim backed up for a second to take in the view, but only for a fleeting moment. He leaned Julia back onto the island and quickly attached his mouth to her left nipple, forcing her to moan and run her fingers through the little bit of hair Tim kept on his head. He alternated between her magnificent breasts, sucking one dark brown nipple between his lips and then the other, switching back and forth early and often. He licked the underside of her breasts, and nibbled all around the tops of her tits, leaving evidence of their encounter for anyone who might be looking.
After a few minutes, his kisses trailed down Julia's chest and onto her stomach. She was constantly telling Tim and anyone else who would listen that she needed to lose 20 pounds. And she did, he thought - if she wanted to be on the cover of fashion magazines. As it was, though, she had a little bit of extra padding in all the right places. Her tits were just a little bit bigger, the curves of her sides were just a little bit softer, her hips flared out just a little bit wider, and she filled out a pair of blue jeans just a little bit more snugly.
He loved every inch of her body. He'd been with women with perfect bodies before, and while he wasn't about to say they didn't turn him on, there was just something more real about Julia's body. The fact that everything he saw was all natural - something about that just did it for him.
He dipped his tongue into her bellybutton for a moment, making her giggle and squirm under his touch. He didn't waste much time getting her dress hiked up onto her hips, though - with the sleeves off her shoulders, there was now just a dark brown heap bunched around her stomach. He didn't even bother removing the black lace panties she wore beneath her dress - he just pulled them to one side and immediately dove between her thighs.
"Holy shit!" Julia exclaimed when his tongue moved immediately to her clit. "Oh my God, Tim, you don't know how bad I miss your tongue when you're gone."
He pushed her legs apart with his hands, gaining more access to her already-dripping-wet pussy until her panties slid back into place. Tim growled at them angrily before moving them out of the way again and re-attaching his lips to her clit. Normally, Tim would take it slow and build her up, but after four days of being in Boston, the only thought on his mind was giving this mind-blowing woman a mind-blowing orgasm as quickly as he possibly could. He licked down over her pussy lips and thrust his tongue as far into her pussy as he could, but he mostly just focused on her clit.
"I told you you could make me cum in three or four minutes," she gasped, "but I didn't think you were actually going to do it."
"I'm impatient today," Tim replied, pulling away from Julia's soaked pussy to say it. As he did, the panties again slid back over her lips.
"Your panties aren't taking orders very well, young lady," he said, reaching for the one object that normally sat on the kitchen island - a set of cutlery. He grabbed a pair of stainless steel scissors from the middle. "I think I need to teach them a lesson."
Julia gasped as the cold metal touched her skin, and moaned as Tim snipped the waistband of her panties, quickly moving them out of the way. He'd done this before - it seemed to be something she really enjoyed, along with the inevitable shopping trip they would make so he could replace the clothes.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" Tim asked, slapping the side of the scissors against her pussy, making sure not to catch her with a sharp edge or the pointy ends. She just moaned even louder. "Well, I think I can find something even colder."
He set the scissors down and reached behind him to the fridge, pressing the automatic icemaker's lever on the door. A few cubes of ice trickled out, and Tim caught one of them, quickly popping it into his mouth.
"OH, FUCK!" Julia cried out as the ice cube and Tim's hot tongue simultaneously contacted her pulsing clit. "HOLY SHIT, THAT'S HOT!"
"You mean cold?"
"What the fuck ever!"
Tim threw her legs over his shoulders and really went to town, occasionally forcing the rapidly melting ice cube down into her snatch before sucking it back out again. Julia's moaning was now a string of incoherent babbling, something that might have been English when the thought formed in her mind, but not so much when it got out of her mouth.
"I'm not stopping until I make you cum all over this counter and all over my face, Julia," Tim said, making eye contact with her by looking up at her from between her legs. "I'm sure there's more than enough ice in there to do the trick."
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned at his words, and Tim went back to licking all over her crotch. The ice was gone quickly, but it cooled down his tongue and his lips enough to still provide a stark contrast.
When he switched to rapid-fire flicks of his tongue over Julia's super-sensitive clit, her moaning and wailing climbed up another octave and her fingers tightened their grip in Tim's hair. He knew she wouldn't last much longer now.
"That's it, baby," he said, mostly muffled by her pussy. "Cum on my face."
When he sucked her clit entirely into his mouth, she did just that.
"FUCK!!!!" she shouted, loud enough to alert any lingering boaters to the activities going on in his kitchen. "I'M GONNA CUM, TIM!"
Tim managed a half-smile despite the fact that Julia's pussy was bucking against his face, soaking his nose, lips and chin with her juices. Her entire body was convulsing.
She finally stopped shaking after 15 or 20 seconds, but he didn't let her rest. He started back up with his tongue on her clit as she wriggled underneath him.
"Tim, it's really sensitive after the ice," she said. "I don't know-"
Little did she know, Tim had dropped his workout shorts to the floor while he was eating her pussy the first time. Her lightning-quick orgasm had turned his eight-inch dick into a flagpole, and without warning, he stood up and slammed it deep into Julia's pussy with one quick stroke.
"FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!" Julia shouted as she sat up and buried her face in the crook of Tim's neck. That took away a little of his leverage, but not enough that he couldn't keep sawing in and out of Julia's cunt. "Jesus, fuck me with that beautiful cock!"
"My pleasure," Tim said, leaning her back slightly now that the initial shock was gone, so he could plunge as deeply inside her as possible. She was still sitting up, but her ass was at the edge of the island, so that Tim could bury himself to the hilt while still standing up straight. Every stroke seemed to go deeper and make her gasp a little louder.
After a few dozen strokes, Julia found the energy to wrap her legs around his waist and pull him inside her even harder. Since Tim didn't need his hands to support himself, he used them to massage Julia's breasts, pinching the nipples roughly and occasionally flicking them.
"I swear, your cock gets bigger every time you go on these road trips."
"Well, I do spend a lot of time with black guys on the road," Tim replied, extracting a smile from Julia's otherwise-concentrated face.
"I've been with a black guy," Julia said. "He didn't have anything on this dick."
"I'm glad you like it."
With that, Tim pulled out of her and flipped her over so that she was laying flat on her stomach across the marble-topped kitchen island. He could see her breasts flattened under her, with a considerable amount of them spilling out from underneath her. The island was only wide enough to support her upper body - her head hung over the opposite side, and her entire lower body stretched out past the near side.
Tim grasped Julia's hips and entered her from behind, causing her to sharply inhale.
"God, your pussy is so fucking tight, baby," Tim said. "I thought you used that big vibrator I bought you for your birthday while I was gone."
"I do," she replied through clenched teeth. "It's apparently not that big."
Tim slapped her ass, and reveled in the loud clap the spanking made. He switched off, smacking her left cheek with his right hand before taking his left hand to her right asscheek. Julia shrieked with every blow, but Tim could feel her pussy growing even wetter around his cock.
Of course, it had been four days since either of them had had a proper orgasm, and neither of them expected this first time back to last very long.
"Oh, shit, Jules," Tim said. "I'm about to cum."
"Cum wherever you want, baby," she replied. Normally, he would pull out and fire his load all over her amazing tits. Tonight, though, he was awfully close to cumming, and if he pulled out now, Julia probably wouldn't get her second orgasm. So, he simply sped up, rapidly pistoning his hips in and out of her slick pussy.
"Oh, yeah," Tim said. "I'm going to cum right where I am."
"You're going to shoot off in my hot, steamy pussy, Tim?" she asked. She knew Tim loved it when she used his name.
"Fuck, yes," Tim said, needing a separate breath for each word. "Almost there."
"Oh, God, this dick feels great," she said. "Fuck me harder, Tim. Pound my pussy like you're never going to fuck again!"
Tim didn't think it was possible, but he sped up even more, and Julia's moans got higher as he did. Before long, he could feel her juices envelop his cock, and that was all it took.
"Cumming!" he shouted.
"Shoot that cum deep inside my pussy, baby!" Julia cried out, her voice cracking due to her own orgasm. For his part, Tim saw stars shoot through his head as he buried himself in her pussy and held on as shot after shot of cum left his dick and fired into Julia. She was babbling incoherently again as her second orgasm subsided, but he was sure it was something designed to make him cum harder.
Finally, he was done cumming for the moment, and his softening cock slid out of Julia with a soft plopping noise. He stumbled backward and sagged against the refrigerator, still staring at Julia's body splayed out on the island in front of him.
"Don't you dare," she said, laughing.
"What?" Tim asked.
"My clit is so, so sensitive right now," she replied. "I see the way you're looking at me, like you want to come back for seconds."
"And you're complaining?"
"Now, yes," she said. "In about five minutes, I won't be."
Tim smiled to himself. He wanted to pick Julia up, cradle her in his arms and take her up to his bed. He wanted to lie her down in the middle of his blue satin sheets and kiss her until there wasn't a square inch of her body that his lips weren't intimately acquainted with. He wanted to make love to her - the kind of sex where you look into each other's eyes and don't say a word the entire time, because neither of you has to. He wanted to make her cum so hard she passed out, and when she came to, he wanted to be holding her in his arms.
He wanted to.
But he couldn't.
"I'll be upstairs when you're ready for round two," he said. He reached into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before he took off up the stairs. |
Matt Becomes Mattie Ch. 03 | 75,586 | 4.59 | 509,381 | [
"crossdressing",
"lingerie",
"femdom",
"panties",
"queening",
"submission",
"bondage",
"lesbian",
"gender reassignment"
] | Next morning saw a repetition of the previous morning with having to please Joanna orally. Morning sex was something that she had never gone for before, but now she was ceaseless in needing the pleasure and my servitude to her.
Unfortunately with the kids and work, the nail varnish had to come off my fingers and the boobs had to be released. However Jo insisted that I now wore panties and hose to work and she chose some neat Triumph black briefs that we had bought. She reminded me that I had to explore with the company opportunities for becoming more home based and to book the relevant appointments with line and Human Relations.
Things moved pretty fast on all accounts and I now step forward two months in Joanna (Jo's) and my (Matt now Mattie)'s history.
My company was more than accommodating and welcomed an opportunity to move me into a 'from home project consultancy' capacity as it helped them with some line issues. I received a very healthy check for redundancy and a contract to enable me to establish myself as a contractor, and I was in the midst of taking the necessary holiday leave and statutory break to distant myself tax wise. This gave me the time for the family and to help Joanna ease back into her corporate advertising role, something her company was also thrilled to have in getting more of her time for them. Essentially, she worked in the office, or was on travel 3 to 4 days a week, and the rest of the time she worked from home. The study became essentially her office, and also a necessity for her considering that she now took on the day-to-day financial role of the family.
Not withstanding my payoff, we were financially in a far stronger position as Joanna was commanding a very good salary. We decided to push our bedroom into one of the old outhouses to give us more room, a new bathroom and to incorporate a private playroom cum second bedroom there. We had applied already for planning permission which was t prove easy to get as there was little outside modifications, other than windows.
The kids were thrilled with our changes and were getting use to their dad dropping them off and picking them up from school and in doing the errands. We white-lied a little too them that this was something Mum and Dad had been planning for a while.
Apart from the children and all that they entailed, my life was that of a housewife with the cooking, cleaning and laundry to perform, plus some time for my painting and also for beautifying myself; this included a daily ritual of ensuring my body was depilated and an enema or two, as well as two close cut, barber-razor, shaving of my 'beard'. I was actually enjoying my more mundane role in life and was far happier. This probably showed through to the family and relatives.
Joanna had introduced me to her salons, and my presence for their wax treatments, manicures and other treatments, wasn't considered out of the ordinary; well overtly it wasn't. The one thing I didn't have to tackle was the garden. Neither of us did this and we had an excellent girl, Louise, come in for this. Louise had her own gardening service business so that was a big time saver for us.
Our sex life continued on unabated and never slowed down; Joanna was wanting frequent oral servitude to her as the bare minimum. We were snatching any opportunities we had, coupled with fuller transformation sessions when the kids were out of the house. Joanna really relished her role as the dominant male-oriented one of the two of us and I just didn't believe how far I had been allowed to come as her boy gurl, and very much as her wife.
Things were changing pretty fast and Joanna was relishing her dominant role, fixing up appointments and in stocking us up to be as true as we could in our roles.
She gave me a generous budget for clothing and day-to-day underwear and consumables, and then a beautification budget on top. She had promised that she would look after my 'evening' sexier wear, lingerie etc. Really these were items that she wanted to see me in and to tease her. Her taste was, very much, to see me wearing corsets, basques and playsuits complete with the requisite stockings, coupled with nice matching briefs. So my smalls drawers had really expanded rapidly as I was buying the daily essentials from Wacoal and Chantelle in particular, and she was adding in Rigby & Peller, La Senza, Aubdade, Fleur, Cosabella and niche designer such as Tallulah and Rosy.
In fact, with everything going on, we swapped our dressing room closets over. In doing this, I came back in one day to find that she had completely removed all my male underwear and associated items like swimsuits and sports wear.
"I hope that you are ok with this, Mattie, as it really is part of your transition and I want you wearing panties now 24-7 and no excuses for wearing any male underwear; male underwear or similar styles in female panties, well that is now my domain."
Joanna continued,
"If you need to see the doctor or there's a risk that men friends may see you, well then you have to choose panties that are plain in design and asexual. There's plenty out there if you look. And really, you ought to slowly make them all realise that you are embracing your powerful femme side."
For my fitness activities, therefore, I had to go out and buy female running shorts and tops.
Joanna had gone right through her old clothing from when she was much larger to help recover storage space for us. A lot of it had gone out to charity, however I inherited a number of her sweaters and blouses in particular, and some nice panties. These I enjoyed wearing, knowing that she too had been in them at some point.
From her own angle, and she didn't mention this overtly that she was going to, she stopped wearing skirts, dresses and moved over to pants and roll neck sweaters, shirts and plain tops. From a lingerie perspective, she went for very plain bras that were heavily Lycra-based to try and flatten her breasts, as well as simply styled full brief panties in white or black. These had to be totally with no frills or lace. Then there were the male thongs and jockstraps that she had quickly loved to wear.
Her nightwear was nothing other than classic male jams with draw-strings, whereas I had a mix of nighties from her old collection, ones bought by us and female jammies, especially from Eberjay. My jammies fell into my purchase domain and were worn at night or first thing in the morning when the kids were in the house. Nothing was really said on that front.
The kids did pick up on some changes though, such as Joanna's clothing. Two of the major step-changes had been performed the previous weekend and these had elicited response from them.
Firstly, Joanna had her hair restyled to a much shorter cut, still female but with a hint of boyishness to it. That got approval and they noted that my hair was a little longer and thicker now. This was only natural with the salon treatments I had been having. Nothing much more said on that front.
Secondly, on one of those visits out to the salon, Joanne had arranged that I should go on and get my ears pierced. So, with some trepidation, I had it done, and was now sporting two simple gold studs as the puncturing healed. That got comments but was focused more on who else at school fathers had them and why two, not one, to which I had responded that I had never liked the concept of just wearing one in the same ear all the time.
A third more subtle change was that Joanna had held to her promise of her jewellery. She now only wore her wedding ring and a family signet ring. She had kept back her engagement ring and a couple of other pieces but others we had taken to the jeweller together for sizing and then modification.
The jeweller had looked at us somewhat startled when Joanna said that "These are for Mattie here", but he agreed to make the necessary adaption and did a pretty quick turnaround on adding the resizing. The principal ring I had to wear was Joanna's eternity ring which was a band of five diamonds on platinum and that I wore as my engagement ring and, from then on, I wore it most of the time. A single solitaire was also adapted and that I wore on my left pinkie. And I had a number of bangles and bracelets adjusted too, as well as her gold charm bracelet.
So, an enormous amount of change had occurred in the two months since we went, together, down this different route; we were a lot happier in ourselves and our balance and roles in life at large. Things, however, were going to up a level in the days about to come.
It was my birthday in May and it fell on a Friday. The day was spent as normal. Joanna woke first as she was wont to do and immediately took her pyjama bottoms off and climbed on top of me to queen me and be sated with my tongue. Following this, I got up, put my robe over my cream jammies, teeth and a first shave, and went and awoke the kids. Then it was downstairs to make them breakfast and coffee for us. Joanna was working from home that day, so she went through to the study dressed in her men's pyjamas and her male silk robe and quickly went through any overnight e-mails. We all assembled in the kitchen and there were cards and Happy Birthdays.
Breakfast over, Joanna went back to her study, I cleaned up and got a laundry load going. I went and changed for taking the kids to school. I chose a pair of pale light blue track-suit bottoms, a blue top and one of Joanne's old sweaters.
The frenetic last minute dash for the kids took place and then I took them to school in the 4x4. And back to the house. Joanna stopped work and came through to give me a kiss on getting back.
"Mattie, why don't you go and do your daily preparation and I will finish off my work here. I am going to suggest we go out to lunch even though we are out later with the children and, as you know, we have a long weekend away together tomorrow as your real birthday present from me. I want you dressed all female today and I'll choose something for you to wear, and then we will get back here and down-tone you before the kids need picking up."
"Ok honey, that sounds like a good plan."
I went and did some small chores and got the laundry ready for ironing; we had a woman in the village who did that task at a very good price and far better than we ever could achieve. Also, I ensured that the kids rooms were clean and tidy.
With all this out of the way, I went to the bathroom and prepared my enema, just in case Joanna wanted to take me. With the right equipment in the bathroom now, it was a fairly quick task. While I was waiting for my flush to take place, I had a second close shave and ran a bubble bath. Then having got the flushing out of the way, I climbed into the bath and soaked myself before inspecting my legs and mons for any stubble. The fact that I was now having regular wax treatments helped minimise the need to use shaving or creams.
I lay there soaking in the bath in my shower cap and my mind turned to the extension design and fine-tuning of the storage area to ensure we had plenty of room and efficient use of space. Joanna had suggested two large closets for us, with mine effectively doubling current capacity and, then, we would have a third double-closet onto the new bedroom/private lounge/'playroom' with the back part of it available for our increasing sex toy collection, and the front of it acting as camouflage by carrying our general storage. Work was beginning to progress on the outer conversion for the additional room.
I got out of the bath, dried off and made-up; no nail varnish, other than a plain coating. I went into the bedroom and there, laid out on the bed, was a new cream lacy bra, a bikini pair of panties, and tan pantyhose. Along with the lingerie was a caramel coloured blouse, a floral pattern beige and grey 'swishy' skirt and a bolero style jacket.
Shoes were a caramel court style pair. My jewellery was also laid out, the two rings, my necklace with its gold tag, "I am Joanna's girl" and the gold charm bracelet. Joanna had also left a present there for me with a note, "Open First."
Inside the present, I found two heavy gold chains both with tags "I am Jo's;" the smaller one was for my ankle, she had specified my left ankle, and the larger one was a waist band. Their design was essentially four long gold links with a heavy ring on the four 'quadrants' and hinted at bondage.
I dressed and went to find Jo. She was already dressed in a tailored suit with a striped grey and white shirt on, no tie, black brogues. No make up, no jewellery other than a black strapped watch and her hair with its boyish cut. Even though her face was still feminine, she did have this petite young man image. We must have made quite a couple, even though our clothing and demeanour was quite elegant.
We locked the house up and got in the car. Jo drove and we headed off and ended up driving to Great Milton and the Manoir aux Quatres Saison. What a nice treat and the service was impeccable. Lunch chatter was very informal and general. Towards the end of the meal, Jo passed me two envelopes.
"Open them; they are the second part of your birthday present from me. Happy Birthday, Mattie."
The first one was a voucher that she had made -- "Twelve voice pitch lessons with Iona Harbing in Greater Missenden." Jo commented, "Well Mattie, I hope that you agree that we should get you to learn to pitch your voice that much higher."
"Yes, I do agree as it would much more easy to be out and about and not be so sotto voce or having to rely on you. Thank you, my love"
"Now the second envelope, Mattie." Jo was much more twitchy about this one, I noticed.
I opened the envelope slowly, watching her. I pulled out the card and turned it over; it was a mini letter from her to me and I read,
"Dear Mattie,
First of all, I love you so much more as Mattie than Matt; I love you so much for all the changes in our lives and I think you will agree how much happier we both are. I enjoy being with you as Mattie, I enjoy and thank you for your loving care of me and the children and I far, far, more enjoy the romance and sex between us and the learning and development process there,
It is absolutely amazing how far we have come in three months since the day we sat down and talked about my suspicions of you. I thank you for your trust and patience and I am so grateful it has happened, not only for us and the family, but personally as you have let me increase my confidence and find out and understand more about my own sexuality.
There is so much more I/we have to discover both in terms of scenarios, play and people; you know my general fantasies and wants in this and I am sure you will be always involved and considerate to them, as you naturally, are so supportive. I too know most of yours. However, thank you for your honesty and trust with me. Whatever develops in the months and years to come, I love you and thank God for you as my partner and as my wife, Mattie.
I know that we have not really discussed the following that I am going to propose but I do have some inkling from where you are in your transformation and have researched the subject extensively. What I am talking about is that we should consider advancing you a higher plane of being female and that means starting a hormone treatment course soonest so we can develop your curvature, your skin suppleness, your hair thickness, your breasts and nipples and all the other benefits that accrue.
You know me; no time like the soonest and therefore your birthday present for the weekend ahead, will kick off with an assessment visit to Dr. Curtis at his Wimpole Street clinic in London tomorrow. As we, rather you, are private patients, I have an appointment at 12 if you are in agreement with this, of course.
Lovingly yours, Jo"
I was really surprised and looked at Jo.
"Jo, thank you. I am somewhat surprised, no shocked, as we have never really discussed this in depth."
"Well I know that you have thought about it and done some research work."
"That is true and I have fantasized about having breasts, better curvature and in being more of a woman for you."
"How far would you really go?"
"I don't know, Jo, certainly that far as to hormones and maybe some cosmetic surgery. If you are asking about full assignment, yes I have to say that it has been a pure fantasy but it is probably just that."
"Well let us see where the path leads us and you know you have my full support."
"Jo, it is so kind of you to offer this and, of course, I would love to develop my breasts. However, are you aware of the risks and especially possibly on my sex drive as they boost me with oestregen and suppress my testerone using anti-androgens. However, there is a benefit that I become more feminine in my emotions and when I do hit the high notes, it will be more as a female, i.e., in the brain."
"Yes, I am aware and as you know I have done my research on it and also already questioned the clinic; yes, there are such risks and we must properly manage these for you. Also there is a risk in the results as we also don't know how big your boobs or nipples will become; they may be just buds or you may become very full, and, being selfish, hopefully you will have Cs or above."
Joanna continued on,
"Time will tell but two benefits we should see is even softer skin than you have and, of course, the feminine impact on your brain. The one thing is that Dr Curtis will properly assess you and dose you accordingly, and also lower the risks of things like cancer."
"You are right, Jo, and I really look forward to it, and that you are there with me."
"Well who knows where it may lead such as some facial cosmetic surgery to highlight your cheek bones and remove totally your epiglottis, not that this is that prominent. I'm not advocating an orchiectomy, yet; though it would help your oestregen to really kick in!"
"You are digging yourself a small hole Jo!," I said,laughing. I held her hand and continued,
"Well, yes, I do want to proceed if you are comfortable with it all. One thing though, we are going to need to tell the family in its widest sense at some point."
Joanna responded,
"I know that is the case and we will have to consider our timing and strategy carefully, though my suspicion is that they already know that big changes are afoot and they do know we are so content, so those are big positives."
"And, oh by the way, we will still head out of London for our weekend. It just means we will have to be sharp in our timing tomorrow, so you may wish to pack when we get home."
We finished off lunch, having really enjoyed the exquisite food, and our coffee, and Joanna paid the bill. We chatted incessantly about the potential treatment and where it would take me, and her, over the next few months -- and also the family. It would mean that I could, with total freedom, dress and live as a woman.
We got back to the cottage in good time. Jo came round and took my hand and gave me a kiss.
"Happy Birthday, we've got a little time before we pick the kids up. I would love you to give me one of your special oral sessions, if you would?"
"Yes, Honey, how could I deny you, especially with your lovely presents. I love the waist and ankle chains you gave me and I shall always wear them."
"As you should, as a small reminder that you are mine"
Jo led me through to the bedroom and, having kicked off our shoes, she helped me out of my jacket, blouse and skirt. I went to help her out of her suit and shirt. Underneath, she had one of her tight black bras on and a pair of the plain briefs.
"Onto the bed with you and into your usual position"
I obeyed Jo and she climbed on and stood over me. I just loved that position of control and dominance that she commanded. She let me contemplate my short term destiny for a few minutes and then slowly lowered her black briefs, letting them fall across my nose, and gave me a close-up of her still naked pussy area.
We enjoyed being both naked down there. She teasingly moved her cunt around me, just above my eyes and nose and then lowered herself into our dome/sub position, the one that often kicked off our love making.
Jo was already wet with anticipation and was quite hard with her gyrations, expecting my tongue to bring her to a high. She went forward on me opening her cunt right up to me, and her hands roamed my panties. Suddenly to me, she went in and released my boy-clit; it popped out with ease as I too was excited, and then, the big surprise, she took me in her mouth.
Definite strokes up and down my clit shaft and its hooded head she went, as I worked her cunt in this sixty-nine. I soon wanted to explode, both physically and in the brain. And then we both came, Jo unleashing a not inconsiderable amount of her cum into my mouth and me into hers. This was the first time that she had given me full oral since pre-marriage. She immediately turned back to me and went to kiss me, and unloaded my cum into her cum present in my mouth.
"Swallow our cum, Mattie"
I did as she asked.
"Mmmmm, that was great and you were too. I do think we ought to soon see if you can take a man's cum directly into your mouth."
"Come on now, we need to quickly clean up and go and get the children."
Jo disappeared to the bathroom and came back with a dap rag and cleaned me up.
She put her briefs back on. "I may need these later, Honey" and then climbed into her suit again. I slipped into my blouse, covered it with a sweater and went for a pair of camel coloured high-waisted pants, as we had to see the children. And I cleaned up the other clothing and the bed. I thought to myself that, perhaps, it would be great to end this charade of being in a half way life. Just a thought though as, overall I was happy.
We picked up the kids and came home for tea, presents and a birthday cake, and they had some homework to tackle which allowed Joanna and me to catch up on small jobs around the house. At 6pm, we helped them pack for their weekend as they would be picked up early in the morning, and then we headed out for a nice Italian meal as they both loved pasta dishes, which was fine by us. Home by 8.30 and we had them into bed by 9.15pm on the basis of their long weekend ahead. We snuggled together and had a glass of wine, and shared a couple of kisses.
"I have a small number of presents more for you, Mattie."
"You have already given me enough and along with a lunch and dinner with the kids, Jo, really, and especially your love."
"Well one more tonight; it is in the bedroom awaiting your attention."
We closed up and went to the bedroom and Jo locked the door, "Just in case."
At the bottom of our bed were two parcels, well a cylindrical one and a boxed present.
"Open the cylindrical one first, Mattie."
I did and out came this camp style futon roll.
"It's for exercise?" I asked.
"Well sort of as you will find out from the next box."
I opened this one and out came this seat contraption. It was a square seat with a large hole in it and nicely padded on the outside. From top to bottom it was some 19 inches high and also the same width. It was nicely built and sturdy with black turned legs and black padding. Inside the square 'hole' and set at about 10 inches was a sturdy leather triangular pad with the ends punched and with a metal eyelet, and suspension chains running up top under the padded parts. These suspension chains were adjustable for height.
There were also two leather straps secured around the bottom bars with a matching pair of chains coming off them and on the end of each chain there was a padded cuff with padlocks and a key. Inside the parcel, there was another bar with cuffs as well, obviously a spreader bar.
"Honey, your present is for exercise as it a queening stool and I know that you will love it, as I will."
"Now go and get out of your pants and blouse and your hose, and in the bathroom, you will find a nice matching suspender belt to your bra and panties and some charcoal stockings. And then back in here, and lie on the futon with your head on the triangle and wait for me. I'm just going to get out of my clothes and will join you in a little while.
I headed into the bathroom, cleaned up a little and duly put the garter on and hooked on the fresh stockings. A little spritz of perfume and I headed into the bedroom.
There, on the leather triangle, were draped Jo's briefs from today and I knew that I had to put my head in these to take her essence in. I lay down on the futon, put my head back and got into position; it was pretty comfortable and I knew that Joanna would have calculated the correct height for my servitude.
I lay there and took her aromas in. her briefs were pretty strongly scented as she had been in them all day while we were out for lunch and dinner and, of course, all her pre-excitement from our afternoon session, and her cum cream, was impregnated into the gusset as well. I was getting pretty turned on.
In came Jo, completely naked, except for a pair of black tie-side panties with long tassels hanging down from their sides. They were also heavily ruffled in the rear and virtually transparent in the front, so I could clearly see the outline of her cunt, and there was quiet a damp spot there already. She was also carrying a heavy black strap with a massive double ended cock attached on it.
"Say nothing, it is your birthday."
She paraded around me, giving me a clear view of her and provocatively playing with both her breasts and cunt. Then she leant down and quickly cuffed me in, followed by putting the spreader bar on between my ankles. I was into position for her, but she continued around the chair, parading and teasing herself. And then she removed her panties from me.
With that, Jo climbed onto the stool and stood above me, legs splayed on the padded cushion, gyrating her bottom suggestively at me, a clear view of her ruffled bottom and then it opening out to reveal her cunt to me through the panties fabric. The tassels dangled down to my face.
She pulled on the tassels and the panties fell away and immediately she moved to sit down on the stool. Her bottom came all the way down onto me, opening up her cheeks as she sagged in the middle onto my face.
"Now, my lesbian slut, eat me out," came her command.
The first thing that came in my direction was a strong smell of her pee, she had not showered at all and had obviously been to relieve herself without a clean-up. This was intermingled with her pre-cum aroma, which rapidly became stronger as my tongue probed her.
This was incredible as I could really concentrate on pleasing Jo and she had ultimate control by just moving herself on the padded stool as she so desired to increase the pressure on me or just reposition. I knew I could, and would, be spending hours under here. I was also virtually helpless being unable to move my legs or even my arms owing to the security she had used.
Jo quickly became very wet; her labia were wide apart and her clit engorged. There was a barrage of comments from her about how she was enjoying this, how she would read or watch TV on this stool with me underneath serving her.
She came pretty quickly as this rolling orgasm swept over her, shaking her body and unloading her cream copiously out of her love channel and into my mouth.
"Eat me out, Mattie, take my love cream into you."
She kept on cumming into me and my face was sopping. I hadn't known her orgasm quite like this at all in our marriage. She pressed her face down onto me to enjoy every moment. And I was in seventh heaven serving her, pleasing her, like this.
She stopped and shifted her bottom more onto the stool so we could relax. However, I was still there under her and could still take in all her intimacy and aroma and it made me feel I was hers to be used as she wished in this wonderful servitude position.
As she came off her high plateau, Jo slid off the stool, came around and leant forward to kiss my face, covered in her cum. She released the cuffs and the spreaders and pulled out from under the bed, a heavy foam wedge that we had.
"Move over on to it, Mattie, and onto your tummy over it; I want to take you."
She put on her harness, slid one end of this dong into her still sopping cunt and covered the end destined for me with a little lubricant. She came behind me and mounted me in the doggie position, her breasts against my back, and her legs between mine.
I felt Jo push the head into me. It was huge but slowly she took it, widening my ring, pushing on and slowly she entered me, filling me up, targeting my gurl-g spot. She upped her rhythm, fucking me hard and brought me quickly up to my own excitement; that place where the brain goes numb as one orgasms. And it hit me hard. I could feel her juddering on top of me too, and she collapsed forward onto my back.
"Come on you, we have to be up in the morning early to get the kids off. I know you should really put your jammies on tonight, but why don't you wear one of your really feminine nighties for me, the pink silky one perhaps with your matching panties."
We cleaned up, got out of our lingerie and I put on the said nightie and panties for Jo. She put on a pair of her striped pyjamas and we cuddled in bed; I kissed her, snuggled into her and her left arm came over me and gently felt my panties area through the nightie. We quickly fell asleep as a contented husband and wife. |
Fox and Guests Pt. 02C | 14,373 | 4.64 | 721,575 | [] | Fox & Guests Part 02C
Patti Ann Browne & Rachel Nichols Posing for Glamour Shots
The studio came to life and Patti Ann Browne stood there in a modest black jumper with a plain white blouse beneath it, she smiled at the camera; "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I'm Patti Ann Browne and upcoming is a fantasy I've had for quite a few years. It was enhanced when a good friend of mine, who used to be on ESPN, but recently moved to Turner Sports, none other than the vivacious Rachel Nichols. Rachel and I are very similar in several ways. Our hair color is close to being the same; we both are pure redheads and have very, very fair skin. You'll be able to see just how fair during the showing of our upcoming fantasy."
She turned to the other camera; "We are about the same age and over the years our bottom half got a little heavier, our husbands love it and our breasts have gotten a lot larger, again loved by husband and most of our viewers. I really don't want to give away too much of our fantasy, so without further ado we present Patti Ann and Rachel in our glamour portrait debut!"
Patti Ann swung by Rachel's apartment and she was pacing nervously waiting for Patti. When Patti rang, Rachel buzzed her up and opened the door before Patti Ann even knocked on the door; "Patti Ann I'm not sure I can go through with this, it seems so dirty and you know how shy I am."
Patti Ann laughed; "Who are you kidding Rachel, you're in front of the camera all the time, and as for being shy, come on you have to do better than that!"
She looked down; "You know that isn't what I mean Patti Ann, as long as I'm not the subject of the camera, you know when I'm reporting, the story is the focal point not me. With this, you know posing before the camera and not just normal shots, but possibly a little risqué; well I'm just not sure I can do this!"
Patti Ann drew Rachel to her and hugged her. She caressed Rachel's hair trying to sooth her nerves, she planted a calming kiss on Rachel's forehead and cupping her head she whispered; "You have nothing to worry about Rachel, we'll be there together, we'll be doing this together and that way nothing will get out of hand. Tell me Rachel, won't Max love to see some REALLY sexy photos of you? I will be there with you so nothing fishy occurs!"
Rachel had a weak smile on her face; "You know we talked about this before, Max would die to see some racy photos of me, I'm just afraid if I start and like what I'm doing, I'm scared shitless that I won't want to stop. You see Patti Ann, I love sex, not just a little; when Max and I are together I can never get enough, I'm not an addict, but it seems once I start, I can go on for hours, I feed on an orgasm and usually don't stop until I'm exhausted, both physically and mentally."
Patti Ann hugged her again; "You just leave it to me Rachel, I'll protect you, who knows if it does get to that, maybe we can get some pics that Howard and Max would never forget. Now get your garment bag, your other bag and let's go before either of us loose our nerve."
Rachel gave Patti Ann a shy smile and could only nod. She reached for her trench coat, put it on and grabbed her bag and garment back, she took a deep breath and in a husky whisper said; "Come on Patti Ann, after that pep talk, who could say no!"
They arrived at "Glamour Shots" and were escorted into the back and Maggie, the photographer's make-up assistant, began to transform the two on-air personalities into extremely desirable women. The photographer, John came in to check; "Maggie are they nearly done? The way they look, they really don't need any make-up!"
Maggie giggled; "Of course not John, I'm nearly finished and you're right, they didn't need much, some eye accents and a little more lip-gloss. John I was wondering if I could take off after this, I would like to head home for a bit before going to the airport to pick-up your arriving clients."
"Sure Maggie, Ms. Browne and Ms. Nichols are the last appointment till my evening shoot, but you won't be needed for that, as you well know. Either way they aren't arriving for nearly four hours, so I have all the time I need with these two lovely anchors."
Patti Ann smiled up at the attractive photographer; "Please call us Patti Ann and Rachel. What would you like us to wear first?"
"Well tell me what kind of outfits you brought with you and I also need to know what kind of photos you would like?"
Patti Ann licked her full red lips and replied; "Well we both brought a business outfit, an elegant outfit, some lingerie and swimsuits. As far as types of pics, well we'd like some glamorous shots, something sexy and whatever you think our horn dog husbands would enjoy!"
John chuckled; "Well from experience husbands love kinky pics, but that's all up to the two of you. We can go mild to totally risqué. Why don't we start off with the business attire and go from there. I've found out husbands often love sexy business shots nearly as much as lingerie photos, sort of office fantasies, if you get my drift?"
Rachel finally spoke up; "That sound terrific John, may we call you John?"
"Please do Rachel; I'll be in the studio around the corner. The changing rooms are directly behind you; just come on out once you've changed, take your time we have half the night."
The two of them nodded and headed to change into their business outfits. After about five minutes they came out to the studio and John gave a low whistle as he stared at the two sexy anchors.
Rachel had a charcoal grey skirt suit on. The skirt had a major slit in the back and ended several inches above the knee. It was rather tight and showcased her tight bubble butt. The jacket had one button and beneath the jacket she wore a plum, extremely tight satin blouse. Her large breasts were completely covered, but with it being so tight, it billowed the buttons across her chest. Black heels finished off the outfit helping her long legs look even shapelier.
Patti Ann was wearing a simple, elegant dark blue, nearly purple velveteen dress. It had a deep squared neckline, her huge tits showed a very, very deep cleavage, but showed just a hint of her breasts. I wide black belt was about her waist and the full skirt flowed around her full thighs and ended a few inches above her knees. The belt accented her small waist and gorgeous bubble butt too. Matching heels accented her ass and made her legs pop.
John guided them to a make-shift study that had a desk, a high-backed desk chair and two chairs before the desk. There was a long leather sofa off to one side. "Patti Ann if you would please take a seat on the desk facing me. Rachel please sit behind the desk and lean your elbows on the desk. Perfect, now just relax and act normal while I snap some pictures, great, now turn this way a little Patti Ann. Lean forward a tad, perfect. Um let me see, alright Rachel if you would loosen a couple of buttons on your blouse and lean forward again, excellent, now hold it just like that!"
Patti Ann looked back at Rachel and whispered; "I told you, you were a natural, now how about a little more skin! Come on around here and sit beside me on the desk!"
John smiled as he watched Rachel follow Patti Ann's request. She took a seat beside Patti Ann and her pencil skirt rode halfway up her full thighs and John caught a glimpse of her black panties covering her pussy. He took a chance to see if he could press the issue; "Patti Ann seeing you're wearing a full skirt, how about hiking it up slightly to match the thighs Rachel is showing?"
Patti Ann smiled and a deep blush grew across her white complexion, she slowly drew her skirt up and up and up. She had her skirt bunched up nearly to her waist and her matching plum colored panties were in plain view.
Rachel took a double-take and let out a gasp; "Patty Ann, I think you went a little too high!"
"Nonsense Howard is going to love it, come on Rachel, loosen up and let Max's fantasy come true, I'm going to make sure Howard's every fantasy and MINE come true tonight!"
John licked his lips and thought to himself; "This is going to be one hellava evening and one I think I'll never forget, now all I have to do is continue to push, but not too hard or to fast!"
"Hey Rachel, I have an idea, lean to the side and rest your head on Patti Ann's shoulder, yes just like that. Perfect, now look up slowly into her gorgeous brown eyes and just lock eyes with hers, yes just like that!" Snap, snap, snap, John moved around and caught the magnetism between the two redheads. He zoomed in as Rachel's head tipped downward and gazed at the swell of Patti Ann's breasts as her breathing became a little heavier, John caught every little nuance of the scene between them.
He sucked in his breath and felt his cock leap in his pants when Patti Ann placed her index finger beneath Rachel's chin, drawing it upward, their eyes locked and when Rachel wet her lips nervously, Patti Ann leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Before Rachel could react, Patti Ann moved back and slipped off the desk, but not before John caught the tender kiss on his flashcard.
Patti Ann stammered; "John, John I believe we have enough in these outfits don't you think? What would you like us to put on next?"
It was John's turn to be caught off guard; "Aw yes, yes I think you're right Patti Ann, hold on a second and let me think." He ran a hand through his thick black hair and tried to refocus his thoughts; "Okay how about your glamour or formal wear next. I don't want your make-up or hair-do go flat before we get your photos in those outfits!"
Rachel slipped off the desk, her skirt rode-up even higher; again John was quick with the shutter and caught her bare legs in the lens. She turned bright red, but her wasn't sure if it was from the shot or Patti Ann's inappropriate kiss.
While the ladies were changing he turned off the lights in one cubicle set-up for the study and began to prepare the next cubicle, a romantic livingroom complete with candles and a fake fireplace. Just when he walked out of the cubicle after completing the finishing touches, out came Patti Ann and Rachel and his jaw dropped and he nearly started drooling.
Rachel, with her long dark red hair, the gold lamay halter dress she wore accented her perfectly. Her hair was swept up and her long graceful beck and bare shoulders were on display. Her large breasts threatened to leap from the tight halter top and it clung to every curve on her lush body. Her legs were covered and the gown ended at her feet, they were encased in matching gold strappy heels. Her legs showed briefly when she moved, a slit from hem to hip on one side showed her legs covered in black stocking, her lily white thigh was bare above the thigh-high stockings. She took a seat on the sofa across from the fireplace. Crossing her legs, the material of the dress fell away and showed one bare leg, nearly up to her ass.
John tore his gaze from Rachel and he licked his parched lips when he took in the luscious Patti Ann Browne. Her silky dark red locks flowed down past her shoulders and rested on the upper slopes of her nearly exposed huge tits. The dress, navy blue, was sort of a halter dress made of thin silky material. The two strips of cloth came from around her neck and barely covered her large nippled breasts. The two strips were parted all the way down to her flat belly where her sexy belly button peaked out from below. A matching blue material sash was tied at the waist holding the dress closed, it did a woeful job as with each movement the dress parted and her huge tits threatened to pop free. Her huge nipples were showing prominently against the thin material and as she moved, it caused her nipples to grow stiffer and longer. Along with the dress trying to part as she moved, the billowing skirt flowed around her ample hips and her sexy legs. The dress ended several inches above her knees and the matching blue; fuck-me-heels accented her calves and ass even more. When she sat the material fell around her legs and when she crossed them the smoky blue stocking made a sexy sound as they slid across its partner.
Rachel and Patti Ann looked at John and looking back at each other, a huge smile broke out across their lips, giggling they seductively both bit on their lower lips and gazed back at the huge bulge in John's cargo shorts.
He looked down and let out a gasp; "Oh I'm so, so sorry ladies, it's just you are just so ravishingly beautiful, I just couldn't control myself, please forgive me!"
Rachel licked her lips; "Please John, think nothing of it, as a matter of fact I'm flattered that I can still have that effect on a man. This a partial the reason for this photo shoot, we hopefully can put a spark back in out sex lives. Just seeing what we can do to you proves to us that we may still have it, right Patti Ann?"
"My feelings exactly, I'm not sure about Rachel, but I'm about to let myself go and really let things get raunchy!" She licked her lips and turned slightly towards Rachel and her large breast nearly popped out of her dress. "You may want to pick-up your camera John and start shooting!"
John was grinning from ear to ear; he picked up the camera with one hand and adjusted the large bulge on his cargo pants. He started shooting and both ladies really started to get into it.
Rachel swung her long legs towards Patti Ann and the material covering her leg drifted to the sofa and her stocking clad leg stuck out again, the naked flesh above the stocking top was visible to Patti Ann and the camera.
Patti Ann caught a whiff of Rachel's growing excitement and it spurned her on even more. Standing she reached out her hand to Rachel, taking it she drew her to her feet. She led her over to the pillows before the fireplace. Kneeling down she drew her down beside her. Reaching for the two glasses of wine on the tiny table beside the cushions, she picked them up and handed one to Rachel. "To us and to making all of todays fantasies a reality!"
They clinked glasses and each took a sip. Rachel took a larger slug of the wine and a bit slipped from her mouth and out of the corner of her mouth. Patti Ann leaned forward and delicately licked the red potion from Rachel's lips. Taking the glass from Rachel she placed both glasses on the table and turning back to Rachel her full red lips caught Rachel's pink lips and as the kiss intensified Patti Ann's tongue slipped out and darted between Rachel's parted lips. She quickly drew away and both of their breathings were labored.
Rachel leaned back on her elbows and just stared up at John who was clicking away at warp speed. Her mouth turned into a wide grin and pursing her lips blew a kiss to the camera. She reached over and picking up her wine glass, she slowly ran her pink tongue along the rim of the glass. She tipped the glass to her lips, she caught Patti Ann's gaze and holding it took a tiny sip and allowed the red liquid to slip from her mouth and dribble down her chin, along her throat and settled between her twin globes of white flesh, just beneath the gold lamay halter dress.
Patti sucked in her breath and leaning forward placed her lips on Rachel's chin, her tongue slipped out and followed the line, down her neck and to the deep cleavage formed by Rachel's breasts.
A groan came from both Rachel and John's throat and John continued to click away. Rachel's chest was thrust out as she tried to get Patti Ann's lips on her straining tits.
Patti Ann wanted to tease her even more; drawing away she leaned back on her elbows and licked the wine from her lips.
John broke it; "I hate to break the mood, but I need to switch scan discs, I already filled two." Just then his private cell phone rang and he picked it up and he had a pissed off look on his face from the intrusion, he nearly screamed out; "Yeah Maggie, what is it, you know I hate to be bothered while I'm doing a shoot!" He listened and the women could see him steaming and looking madder by the second. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEIR PLANE WAS DEVERTED TO BALTIMORE? I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK IF THE WEATHER IS HORRIBLE OUT THERE!"
He was silent for a moment as he listened to Maggie on the other end of the phone; "I'm sorry for yelling at you Maggie, I know it isn't your fault, but I have all of the guys scheduled to arrive her at 9 PM, what am I supposed to do now! I know, I know I'm not blaming you. Listen I have to go, I'm still in the middle of this very, very interesting shoot, I'll think of something!" He had a smile on his face when he came back to the cubicle.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that, I'm really a professional and all of a sudden I'm getting an erection shooting you, yelling on the phone, I'm truly sorry for my behavior!"
They both had a look of concern on their faces; "Is everything alright John, is there anything we can do to help?"
He shook his head from side to side; "No, no it's not your concern, I'm just worried you won't thing badly of me. I have a reputation to uphold and from how I've acted lately I don't want you to think I'm some sort of lunatic!"
Rachel turned his way, her skirt spread wide where the slit was; "Don't you worry about it John, you have to remember we're both married and with kids, we've seen everything and nothing surprised us anymore. I must say though that you sort of killed the heat that was building here between Patti Ann and me!"
He looked distressed; "Is there anything I can do to restart it, I must say what the two of you started was hot, very, very hot!"
Both of them giggled as if they were hiding something, Patti Ann replied; "Well you could start by turning down the bright lights if the studio, even with the fireplace, the bright lights sort of kill the mood!"
"Consider it done!" He stood to lower the lights using the dimmer; "Anything else?"
Rachel smiled and raised her glass to John; 'I guess we could both use a refill or better yet, something a little stronger, how about you Patti Ann?"
"I'd love a scotch on the rocks, as long as it's a top shelf scotch."
He chuckled; "Will Chevis do?"
"Mmmmm, excellent, make it a double please!"
By the time he returned with a Manhattan for Rachel and a double Chevis on the rocks for Patti Ann, they were once again snuggling, they were sharing the last of the wine Patti Ann had left.
Rachel was sucking the last couple of drops from the inner sloped of Patti Ann's bulging breasts. Her nose nuzzled the material on one side of the dress baring her stiff nipple. Her full pink lips slowly closed around the dark pink nub and John quickly placed the drinks on the tiny table beside the cushions and picked up his camera and began shooting as fast as he could. She looked up at the camera, her sparkling green eyes looked right through him as her tongue slipped from her mouth and flicked out and rolled the long thick, stiff nipple.
Patti Ann stroked Rachel's cheek and moved into her hair. She plucked one pin after another until her thick, lush red hair came tumbling down. Fisting her hair, she drew her mouth from her nipple and drew her mouth up to her own. Their tongues dueled back and forth and with Rachel above Patti Ann, they slowly drifted to the floor cushions, Rachel's lush body covering Patti Ann's semi-nude upper body.
John let out a groan; "Oh fuck, you two are amazing; I can't wait to see what you two are going to do next!" He kept on clicking away with his camera.
Patti Ann gripped Rachel's hair and urged her lower. She sucked in her breath when Rachel's lips, tongue and teeth began to lick, suck and nip at the sensitive flesh of her neck, shoulders and the widening gap that barely covered her tits.
Rachel let out a groan and with one quick motion pulled the material covering Patti Ann's tits to the sides. Her huge swaying pure white tits sat there waiting to see what Rachel would do with them. Her fat nipples and half dollar pink areoles perked up as Rachel licked her lips and Patti Ann's eyes went wide and she sucked in her breath when she felt Rachel's lips cover one large tip. Her eyes glazed over in anticipation as she watched Rachel's lips moved to her other tit. She left a ribbon of saliva and did the same to the second tit.
Rachel moved from one to the other and her hand drifted down to Patti Ann's flowing full skirt. Her hand slipped under the hem and slid up her wide spread thighs.
Patti Ann let out a groan and arched her hips when she felt Rachel slip two long slim fingers into her molten core. She bit her lower lip and nearly drew blood when she felt Rachel's finger drag over her clit and clawing at Rachel's hair let out a long silent sigh and started cumming.
Rachel sucked on Patti Ann's tits even harder, she had them covered in her spit and it ran down the large sloped to her lower chest and belly. She pulled her cum coated fingers from Patti Ann's pussy and raising it to Patti Ann's lips and running her goo around her lips, she followed and they locked lips again, they both sucked her goo from her lips and Rachel's fingers.
Patti Ann settled down after her crashing orgasm. She gripped Rachel by her bare shoulders and rolled her over onto the other cushion. She covered Rachel's body with her half nude body, her huge tits swayed back and forth and reaching up; Patti Ann pulled the halter top covering her tits down to her waist. Leaning lower, her huge saliva covered tits slid back and forth across Rachel's smaller but just as full swollen tits.
John shot the erotic sight before him with one hand. His other hand was stroking his sizeable cock that was stiff as a board pressing against his cargo pants.
Patti Ann's lips gave back to Rachel, just as she gave to her. Her lips went from one smaller, but just as firm breast to the other. Her hand found the large slit on the side of Rachel's gown and sliding up across her stocking clad thigh to her moist pussy. Her fingers spread the swollen lips of Rachel's cunt and slipped deep into her dripping pussy.
Rachel's hands combed through Patti Ann's thick lush locks and her hips humped upward, sending Patti Ann's fingers even deeper into her snatch. She started cumming when she felt Patti Ann's thumb scrap across her clit and it sent her over the top.
Patti Ann kissed upward to Rachel's lips and shoved her tongue into her mouth. Pulling away she moved to Rachel's ear and whispered; "Oh my god Rachel. I want to eat your pussy so bad, but I want to wait till after our next clothing change. I want to eat your pussy while you suck on John's big fat cock. I want John to fuck me doggy while I eat your pussy. I think we got him nice and hot, what do you think?"
Rachel let out a loud groan and turned her head and locked her mouth over Patti Ann's. When she broke the kiss said; "Oh fuck, do you think we really can do that? Oh Patti Ann, you've gotten me so fucking hot, let's get up slowly, surround John and both kiss him and slowly walk to the changing room. When we get there let's turn around and call back, you better get ready for the next shoot!"
Patti Ann giggled; "Let's go!"
They both got up, both naked to the waist and walked over to John. He was shocked and stunned when they both leaned on, their tits squashed against his arms and they kissed him on the cheeks.
Patti Ann reached down and gripped his cock, gave it a quick squeeze and both of them walked towards the changing room. They both turned and blew him a kiss and Rachel giggled; "You better be ready for our next set. That camera better have a heat shield because it's going to be fucking hot!" They both turned and walked arm and arm into the changing room.
John went and changed the scan disc, fixed a pitcher of margaritas and downed two shots of tequila. He took the pitcher of margaritas over to the beach set and placed the pitcher on the table under the tiny beach umbrella. Turning around he stumbled backwards and almost knocked over the beach table. His jaw dropped when he watched the two women walk towards him.
They were both in high heels, their suits were covered in tiny cover-ups, their long well-muscled legs were bare and with the heels their calves looked even better.
He began shooting like crazy and the flash froze because he was shooting so fast.
They stopped before him and waited for the flash to recharge and standing close to him with the beach set behind them, they looked at each other and nodded. They opened their cover-ups and they slid from their shoulders and it fluttered to the sand beneath their feet.
John let out a groan. His mouth hung open as his eyes went from one woman to the other. He took in Rachel's lush form, she was wearing tight one piece dark green swimsuit. It was cut high on her thighs and a pronounced camel-toe was evident. Her flat belly was seen nicely. Looking higher he licked his lips, her breast nearly spilled out of the top, it laced up across her large lily white tits and it was laced up loosely and her nipples poked against the material that barely covered them. Her hair was once again swept up in a high ponytail and as she moved it brushed back and forth across her bare shoulders, he imagined it swaying back and forth across his thighs as she took him in her full red lips.
Tearing his eyes from Rachel, he let out a gasp as he took in the plush body before him. Patti Ann had a tiny two piece suit on, it that was what it could be called. It was a black tiny thong, her pussy lips nearly showed around the tiny piece of cloth. The top consisted of a tiny string attached to two extremely tiny pieces of material that barely covered just her fat swollen nipples and areoles. Her lush thick hair brushed her shoulders and her full red lips were dripping with her saliva as she licked them.
Both Rachel and Patti Ann stalked John as he snapped picture after picture and he stopped and let out a groan when Patti Ann leaned in, pushing the camera aside and planted her lips on his mouth. At the same time he felt Rachel's hand on his swollen cock.
His tongue dueled with Patti Ann's, he moaned into her mouth when he felt Rachel lower his cargo pants and felt her tiny cool hand close around his stiff hot cock. She began to stroke it slowly and catching the pre-cum oozing out of the tip, she swept it around the head and down the shaft. She cupped his balls with her other hand and fondled them. He kissed Patti Ann harder when he realized Rachel's lips closing around the head and half of his shaft slid into her mouth.
Rachel suddenly pulled her mouth off his cock and stood up; "Come on Patti Ann, we need to finish this shoot, I need to get home and get fucked and fucked hard!"
John was shocked when Patti Ann pulled away from him and moved over to the beach studio. Rachel didn't follow, she walked down the hall to another studio all set up, it was set up as a large bedroom suite. In the center was a huge king sized bed complete with black satin sheets and mood lighting, just like she experienced on her honeymoon night. To one side was a large sofa, large enough to seat four or five people. She came out and sauntered over to John; "What's that set, set-up for?"
He shook his head; "I haven't had time yet to shut it down yet. That call earlier was from Maggie, she was supposed to pick up my two models flying in from Miami. Their plane was diverted to Philly due to the storm brewing outside."
Rachel took a seat beside Patti Ann on the beach towel and slowly ran her hand up and down Patti Ann's lush bare thigh.
Patti Ann let out a moan and licked her full lips and looking over her shoulder to a nearly naked John whispered; "Why don't you bring that nice stiff cock over here and start talking photos of Rachel and I sucking on it?"
He was over there in a flash, he started snapping pics as fast as he could while the two gorgeous redheads knelt up and began bathing his cock with their slippery tongues and sucking on his shaft and balls while licking him.
Patti Ann knelt back; "So tell us John, what were the ladies from Miami coming to the studio to do?" Before he could reply, she went back to sucking his cock and running her hands up and down his hairy thighs. Running around the back of his legs she gripped his tight ass and pulling him harder against her full tits slowly wormed her index finger into his asshole.
John lost in and letting out a loud groan began shooting his thick heavy load all over Rachel and Patti Ann's faces. "Oh fuck you two are amazing, if you ever want a job in adult entertainment, just let me know, you two would be instant stars in the MILF genre!"
Rachel and Patti Ann licked all of the cum John shot all over their faces and fed it to the other. Smacking her lips Rachel looked up at John; "You never answered Patti Ann, what were the ladies from Miami coming here to do, and also, what is a MILF?"
John laughed out loud; "Well Rachel, you and Patti Ann are MILFs, it means Mothers I'd Like to Fuck. As for the ladies, don't worry about it. I'll just have to make some phone calls to cancel the guys who were coming!"
Patti Ann spoke up; "No really John, we're interested, come on tell us!"
"Well okay, but please don't get offended, okay?"
Rachel scoffed; "How could we be offended John, we just finished sucking you off and you came all over our faces!"
"Point taken, well Maggie left early and she was heading to the airport to pick up a couple of female adult actresses from Miami, well their plane was diverted to Philly."
Patti Ann cut in; "Yeah, yeah we know all this, get to the point, it's getting a little chilly here in these bathing suits!"
"Hold on, I'm getting there and after I finish, I'll turn up the lights and if that doesn't work, I think I have another way to get you warm."
Patti Ann shook her head; "Yeah I bet you do, come on out with it!"
"Well what I was upset about is that I had between four and six eighteen year old high school seniors coming here. With the two MILF's coming too, they were going to get busy in the bedroom studio and I told the guys anything goes, if you get my drift!"
Rachel looked up at John with a shocked look on her face; "Wait, wait let me get this straight! You're making a porno here tonight with two MILF's and a bunch of high school boys?"
"Well I was going to, but with the ladies in Philly, I'm either going to have to call them and cancel or if I can't get ahold of them in time, I'll have to pay them, union rules!"
Patti Ann looked at Rachel and she shrugged her shoulders; "Well John, I think we have a solution to your problem, right Rachel?" Rachel nodded' "We can fill in for the missing MILF's."
John shook his head; "No, no way I couldn't ask you to do that!"
Patti Ann placed her hands on her hips; "You did say we were MILF's didn't you, were you just trying to get more from us or did you really mean it?"
John stood there his cock began to stiffen; "I meant it, you two are real MILF's and I'm sure both of you would be great at it, but my biggest issue is I'd hate to be halfway through the shoot and suddenly one or both of you would have second thoughts and I'd have to pay the guys for the entire shoot and I'd have wasted all the film and time!"
"If you think we'd do that, sign us to a one day contract, that way we can't back out. I can guarantee you I won't back out, what about you Rachel?"
She shook her head; "I'm in, like I said earlier today, I've been neglected in the bedroom at home and I'm ready to break loose, so what do you say John?"
He smiled and took a step closer to Patti Ann and reaching down untied her bikini top; "Let me do a test shoot, sort of test out the merchandise if you get my drift!"
Patti Ann grabbed John by the arm and pulled him to the blanket. Rachel followed, untying her suit and quickly slipped out of it. She turned to Patti Ann and yanked off her g-string tiny bikini bottom.
Patti Ann pushed Rachel onto her back she crawled between her thighs and looking up at her; "Finally, I get to eat this pretty pussy!" Looking over her shoulder she urged John on; "Come on John, stick that big cock of yours in me and fuck me doggy, oh fuck I'm so hot just thinking about fucking and sucking those high school boys, fuck me and fuck me hard!"
She let out a grunt when John shoved it in balls deep into her and began to pound away. She dropped her head and started eating Rachel as if she's done this dozens of times.
John stood on the balls of her feet and began pounding in and out of her pussy and her juices were squirting out all about his cock. He knelt back down and reaching around grabbed her huge tits and began to tug at her large stiff nipples and twisting them roughly; "Oh yeah Patti Ann, I've had my eyes on these luscious tits since you walked onto the set!'
Rachel thrashed around on the blanket, her hair came tumbling down and her mouth was gaping open as she tried to fill her lungs with air and stop hyperventilating. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she grabbed ahold of Patti Ann's lush dark red locks and pulled it deeper into her pussy. Letting out a loud growl she started cumming all over Patti Ann's lips and tongue.
Patti Ann sucked up Rachel's slippery juices and pushing hard against John's invading cock and her cunt began to spasm and started cumming all over John's cock.
John groaned loudly and as he felt Patti Ann cumming around his cock and felt her pussy tighten around his cock, he lost it and pulling out of her, shot his huge, thick white cum all over her back. Falling back onto his back, he blurted out; "Both of you are hired!"
After a few minutes he got us and began to dress; "Alright ladies, no sense getting any clothes on. Come with me to my office where you two can sign a one day contract, it pays ten grand each. After you sign the contracts the two of you can head to the dressing room, you may want to take a shower. I know your last outfits were lingerie, I think it will be perfect for the bedroom scene with the high school guys. Maggie should be here soon to redo your make-up and hair, just to let you know, she'll probably be joining the two of you, but only if six guys arrive. Four are coming for sure, but they may be bringing two extra guys. Do either of you have a problem having Maggie joining the two of you?"
Patti Ann was smiling from ear to ear; "Oh hell no John, I was checking her out earlier, I'm not sure about Rachel, but I'd love to get my hands and mouth on her!"
Rachel nodded; "Me too John, let's get this contract signed and I need a shower. I can't believe we're getting ten grand each, just for fucking!"
John laughed; "It may look like fun, and mostly it is, but you both have to stay focused and take care of all of the guys and be prepared for anything, agreed?"
They both nodded and were about to follow John to his office when Patti Ann looked up and saw an enclosed room overlooking the studio rooms, turning to John she asked; "John what is that glass enclosed room up there?"
He smiled, "Well sometimes the husband comes along for the glamour or even sexier shoots and I allow them to watch from above in a quiet room where they can't be heard, but can see and hear all that's going on down here."
"Mmmmm, sounds interesting!" Rachel and Patti Ann followed John into his office, signed the contract and headed off to get ready.
Five minutes after they got out of the shower Maggie came into the dressing room, she had changed out of her receptionist garb and was now dressed in a provocative outfit. "I guess I was put on the sidelines, John has something up his sleeve, if it's anything like in the past; it will be a doozy!"
Maggie was working on Rachel and Patti Ann, finishing up Rachel's hair; it hung in sexy waves and curls below her shoulders. Patti Ann looked over Maggie and was disappointed she wouldn't get a shot at her. She was slim and just five feet tall. With her tiny frame, her large breasts looked even larger on her tiny frame. Her straight jet black hair hung down her back, past her tight ass cheeks. This afternoon she was showing it off in a tight pair of capris. Now it was hidden slightly in a soft pale blue flowing dress.
Maggie finished with Rachel and excused herself telling them both she was going to wait in the front office for the other two men to arrive.
Rachel and Patti Ann finished donning their lingerie and slipped into robes, Rachel's, a robe that matched her lingerie, her wedding night pure white lacy set. Patti Ann slipped into a large oversized terrycloth robe; it hid easily what was under the garment. They headed out to the bedroom set where John was busy with the finishing touches.
John had a lust filled fire in his eyes; just hoping the shoot would unfold and be as hot as he anticipated. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he'd ever have the erotic scenario about to unfold actually happen. Just then he was shaken from his daydreaming. Everything started coming together, the four guys came out of the dressing room, all four of them were dressed in tiny sweat shorts and matching tight tanktops.
John directed two to sit on one side of the bed and had the other two to sit on the huge sofa across from the bed. The two on the bed were Josh and Andrew. Josh was well-muscled with short sandy blonde hair; he stood about six foot six. Andrew was just an inch or so shorter, bulging muscles stretched out the white tanktop making his ebony skin look even darker. His shorts were sporting an incredibly large bulge in them. His shaved head and tiny goatee made him look ominous
On the sofa were Brian and Sean, Brian's features were similar to Josh, but his hair was jet black, he was stockier then Josh, finding out later he was the tight end while Josh was the quarterback for their high school team. Sean was totally different, he was black as Andrew, but had to be close to three hundred pounds, finding out he was the defensive line mainstay while Andrew was the speedy cornerback.
John bull-shitted with them trying as he sought to ease the tension in the room. Even though they were the core of their team and the most chased after guys by the girls in school, they were nervous about performing before the camera and with the two gorgeous MILF's. Their apprehension grew even more when Rachel and Patti Ann entered onto the set.
Josh and Sean stood up trying to show respect for the two gorgeous women entering the room. Brian and Andrew followed suit after seeing John motion for them to stand and introduce themselves.
After all of the introductions were made Patti Ann looked over to John; "I thought there was going to ne two more men coming, and why was Maggie sidelined? I was looking forward to having her join us!"
John held up his hand; "The other two guys are on their way, they should be here shortly. I have a plan for our third female and if it works out as I think it will, it will exceed all of your and my expectations. If it doesn't pan out then Maggie will fill in, trust me Patti Ann, IT WILL blow your mind and complete your fantasy!" He smiled and nodded; "Oh yeah Patti Ann, I know about your FFFF show and your fantasy and I'm here to make sure it's the best one ever!"
Patti Ann was blushing and slipped over to John and planted a hot, wet kiss on his lips. Stepping back a couple of feet, she reached down and undid the belt on her terrycloth robe. It parted and she caught it in her fists as it slipped from her body. She tossed it to John and whispered; "Alright John, let's get started, you peaked my curiosity and can't wait to see what happens!"
"Alright ladies pick your pair either Josh and Andrew on the bed or Brian and Sean on the sofa. Patti Ann walked over to the bed where Josh and Andrew hopped off the bed. She stood before them and they surrounded her and looked down at the gorgeous MILF standing before them. She was wearing a sheer black baby doll nightie with a matching pair of panties. She was wearing fuck me five inch heels and looked up at the pair of men; "Alright you two, strip, I want to see what's in store for me!"
They both ripped off their t-shirts and pushed their sweat shorts down. Both of their large cocks sprung out and were standing straight out towards Patti Ann.
Her eyes went wide as she bit her bottom lip and stared at the two large cocks. Her hand reached out and closed around Josh's long fat cock, her other hand closed around Andrew's, but it was so thick her fingers didn't meet. It was black as coal and about three inches longer than Josh's seven inch cock. As if in a trance she slowly sank to her knees and continued to stroke both cocks. Pre-cum began to ooze out of both cocks. She leaned forward, her tongue slipped from her mouth and flicked out and caught the dollop that was seeping out of head of Andrew's black cock. She drew it to her lips and ran it around her already slick lips. Once her lips were coated she closed them around the shaft and slowly began bobbing up and down on it. It was gleaming in the reduced light of the bedroom and Andrew groaned and reaching down began tugging at the rosy swollen nipples.
Patti Ann moaned and picked up the pace bobbing up and down faster and deeper. Her hand stroked the slick black shaft faster too. Her other hand was sliding up and down Josh's cock.
Josh had his hand stuffed in the back of Patti Ann's panties, his fingers were sliding up and down her tight ass crack, his thumb wiggled around and slowly entered her puckered hole. He heard her grunt and sucked harder on Andrew's cock. When his other hand yanked down her panties and began diddling her clit, she nearly swallowed Andrew whole.
Andrew's hands were fisting her gorgeous dark red locks and when she took him in deep and her tongue whipped around his shaft, he lost it and began shooting stream after hot creamy stream down her throat.
Patti Ann gobbled up every last drop and as Andrew began to soften, she sucked harder and faster. Andrew started to stiffen again, but he was so exhausted from the intense orgasm, his knees began to buckle. He grabbed a hold of the edge of the mattress and popping out of Patti Ann's mouth, he flopped down onto the bed.
While this was going on, across from them in front of the sofa, Rachel stood in her wedding night sleepwear. She licked her swollen red lips and bit down seductively on her bottom lip and began to untie the satin belt on her robe. It opened and shrugging her shoulders it fluttered to the floor.
Brian reached out for her, but she stepped aside and with a broad smile on her lips she shook her finger back and forth at him; "Oh no you don't Brian, I like naughty boys, but naughty boys who don't rush, understand?"
He sat back and nodded; "Okay boys, strip! I want to see those big dicks that I've going to have the pleasure of sucking and fucking!" They grunted and quickly stripped.
"Alright boys, keep your eyes on me, it's okay if you stroke those cocks of yours. I do want them nice and hard once I get naked, now watch!" She swayed from side to side; her body was covered by a form fitting satin slip. It was held up by two tiny silver straps. Her large tits were bulging over the top of the slip, her large fat nipples and excited areoles were showing nicely through the tight silky material. It clung to her nips and ended at her ankles. Her feet were encased in matching silver high heeled slippers. Her hands gripped the sides of the slip and slowly began it pull it up her shapely legs, Inch by inch they were revealed and locking eyes with Brian and Sean, she saw them stroking their cocks faster.
Rachel chuckled; "Now, now boys, don't do that so much that they go off before I get to play with them, it would be a shame to waste any of that hot young cum!"
He had the satin slip up to mid-thigh now and soon her bare pussy would be in plain view. When it reached her hips she stopped and turned to show them her tight bubble butt and with a slight tug, her ass was exposed. Leaning over she wiggled her ass at them, her long auburn red hair tumbled about her face and shoulders.
Straightening up, she slowly turned and they sucked in their breath as they got their first glimpse of her swollen, glistening cuntlips. She giggled when she saw them drooling and the slip was up across her belly and now was just below her straining tits. With one quick movement, it cleared her breasts, up and over her head. She tossed it to the two eager high school boys on the sofa. They fought for it, ending up both of them raising it to their noses to inhale.
It was Rachel's turn to gasp when she watched Sean wrap the silky satin material around his cock and began to pump it up and down faster and faster.
Her large tits swayed from side to side as she locked her smoky green eyes on his enormous black cock as it slid up and down her white satin slip. Unable to tease any longer she dropped to her knees and buried her head in his lap. Tearing the slip from his huge hand, she replaced the slip with her lips and tongue.
Brian slid off the sofa and lying on his back scooted between her luscious thighs. When his tongue came in contact with her clit, she let out a groan and opening her mouth as wide as possible took about a third of Sean's ten inch cock into her mouth.
Sean's hulk of a body jerked upward when he felt her swallow his cock, doing this sent another couple of inches into her mouth and pulling her mouth off his shaft she began to run her lips up and down the underside of his cock. She popped one black nut into her mouth while her lily white hand closed around his saliva covered cock and started pumping it up and down as fast as she could.
With all of the teasing she was doing earlier and his stroking of his cock with her slip, it was just too much for Sean to take. Letting out a loud groan he tore his cock from her grip and began covering her face, neck and tits with his thick heavy load. It dripped down her cheeks and landed on her chest.
Rachel started cumming too from Brian's sloppy and inexperienced, but enthusiastic tongue. She bathed his face with her juices and with her face covered in cum; she staggered to her feet and climbed up into the bed where she wiggled her finger for the two high school boys to join her.
Patti Ann climbed across Andrew's prone body and began licking all of the cum Sean had deposited on Rachel's face. She covered Rachel's mouth with her own and fed her both Andrew and Sean's cum. They kissed and swapped the cum back and forth until it was all gone.
Brian, Sean and Josh were about to join the threesome on the bed when John yelled out; "CUT! Take a short break, I have to change cameras and get out of these shorts, my cock is killing me from the hot, hot scenes you two MILF's are creating! That has to be the most cum I've seen in an opening scene without any fucking yet. Luckily you young studs can recover and cum over and over again. I think these two gorgeous women will take all you can give them!"
Patti Ann was snuggling with Andrew, she kissed his neck and down his chest; "I might as well keep your motor running!"
Rachel giggled and pulled Sean to the bed and straddled him; "Seeing you already came Sean, I should get your motor jump-started too!"
John came back just in time, behind him were the twins he was waiting for; "Just stay back for a couple of minutes, I'll motion to you when to join in. I want you both to go to the MILF on the right okay?"
Tom and Tim nodded and were already naked. They too were on the high school football team, both being linebackers, they were tight muscled and lean. They both had sizeable cocks, but being limp right now, John couldn't tell how big they were or how well the twins would perform. He just knew with the twist coming, fireworks and exciting twists were yet to come. Looking up into the observation room he saw the shadowed figure of his third female yet to join the group. She didn't even know she was going to partake in this evening's activities. Maggie was his ace in the hole; he had several motion activated cameras in the observation room. They would record and were connected to the screen beside him so he could see if Maggie would achieve her objective.
John hated giving direction, especially with amateurs; "Okay guys, the ladies took care of a couple of you already, how about taking control now and making them happy, if you know what I mean, ACTION!"
Patti Ann and Rachel already got Andrew and Sean stiff and hard again. Rachel was lucky Brian made her cum with his tongue, just as Josh's fingers got Patti Ann nice and wet.
The two large black men pulled the two gorgeous redheads across their huge thighs and almost at the exact same time, stuffed their juicy pussies with their huge black cocks.
Patti Ann and Rachel immediately began riding the huge shaft and urged them on; Come on you black mother fuckers, fuck us, fuck our lily white bodies, stuff us full with your black monsters."
Patti Ann's heads whipped around and her gorgeous hair was whipping around her lush body. Catching sight of Josh behind her she smiled and let out a groan; "What are you waiting for Josh, come on and shave that gorgeous cock of your up my ass. Oh fuck I need it, I've been teased all night and I will not be denied another second. Yes, yes oh fuck yes Josh, deeper, deeper; shove that big cock of yours as far as you can onto my ass!"
After three or four deep thrusts Josh lost it; "Oh fuck Patti Ann, I'm so, so sorry! I can't hold off any more, your ass is so fucking tight, oh fuck I'm cumming!"
Patti Ann giggled; "Don't worry Josh, we have all night and I'm sure you'll last a lot longer next time!"
Josh slowly slipped from Patti Ann's ass and stumbling off the bed. He sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor and looking over to John, he saw him direct the twins to join the gorgeous redhead who was getting fucked by Andrew.
Tom climbed up onto the bed from the foot of the bed and Tim came around to the side where Patti Ann was. Tim reached down and pulled her baby doll nighty up and off her body.
"Damn Josh, recovered already?" She turned to kiss Josh and she let out a scream; "TIM WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!"
He jumped back; "Aunt Patti Ann, I had no idea it was you, did you Tom?"
Patti Ann whipped her head around and pulled off of Andrew's cock buried deep in her cunt.
Andrew let out a loud groan and began to shoot his cum all over her spread thighs. She rolled off of Andrew and wiped his cum from her thighs with her hands and cleaned them on the sheets. Still shocked she looked at Tom, her mouth opened wide not knowing what to say; "Oh my god I had no idea the two extra high school boys were you and Tim, this is a fucking nightmare! What are we to do now?"
Tom all of a sudden had a wide grin on his face, he reached out and cupped the back of her head; "I don't know about you Tim or you Aunt Patti Ann, but I've always wanted to do this!" Before she could react he pulled her head to his and planted a hot open-lipped kiss on her gorgeous mouth. She let out a gasp and when her mouth opened his tongue invaded her mouth and suddenly their tongues were darting back and forth from his mouth, into hers and back again.
Tim slid in behind her and once again wrapped his arms around her and began to pluck away and squeeze her gorgeous tits. His mouth attacked the sensitive flesh on the nape of her neck and when she turned to see what Tim was doing, he caught her mouth with his own.
Tom slid lower and caught one huge nipple between his lips and began sucking hard on it. The two of them continued to switch back and forth driving their luscious Aunt insane.
Next to them Rachel was cumming from riding the huge cock imbedded in her cunt. Brian was behind her, unlike Josh, he was able to hold off a lot longer as he slammed his cock in and out of her extremely tight asshole. Rachel and Brian got into a perfect rhythm and when she pushed back she felt Sean slam up into her cunt. Brian slammed back into her driving her down onto the black monster in her pussy.
The three of them were pounding away like a machine and like dominoes when one fell so did the others.
Brian lost it first shooting his cum deep in her ass, she came when she felt him fill her ass and just after that when Sean felt her cover his cock with her juicy cum, he lost it and blew his load deep in her cunt. The three of them fell exhausted to the sheets and as they untangled the three of them watched the Aunt and her two nephews begin their mattress mambo.
Tim was still behind Patti Ann and placing his hands in her shoulders he urged her to lean down. Gripping his cock he shoved it deep into her pussy from behind.
Patti Ann loved being fucked doggy and she pushed her nephew Tom onto his back. Bent over, her face was directly over his cock. Opening her mouth she inhaled his cock. She was in heaven. One nephew was fucking her from behind while she had her other nephew deep down her throat.
The three of them were fucking like animals and Patti Ann started cumming, she had yet to have a load in her and she desperately wanted to have her cunt filled with a hot heavy load of cum.
John looked over at the screen beside him and he watched in awe as Carrie Ann, Patti Ann's twin sister, mother of Tim and Tom who was fucking Patti Ann. She had her one hand up under her sweatshirt; she was twisting and pulling at her large tit. Her other hand was in the waistband of her sweatpants; her fingers were pumping in and out of her juice loaded pussy. John picked up his cell and called Maggie, when she answered all he said was two words; "Okay GO!"
He kept his camera focused on Patti Ann and her two nephews while he kept glancing over at the screen. All of a sudden Maggie came into view on the screen and when she placed her hands over Carrie Ann's large tits she nearly jumped a foot. Maggie settled Carrie Ann down and as one of her hands continued to fondle one of her tits, her other hand turned her head to the side and her mouth covered hers.
Carrie Ann fought to break the kiss, but Maggie was persistent and little by little the already turned on Carrie Ann began to weaken and all of a sudden was returning the kiss. Maggie's hand left her breast and slipped into Carrie Ann's pants and as Carrie Ann went to remove her own hand, Maggie covered her hand and guided it back to her dripping pussy.
Maggie added one of her own fingers and now Carrie Ann had one of her fingers and one of Maggie's sliding in and out of her pussy. Maggie ripped her mouth off of Carrie Ann's and began to nip and lick at her ear, she whispered into it as she continued to nip at the sensitive earlobe; "Just look down there, look at your twin sister fucking and sucking your twin boys! Wouldn't you like to be down there in the middle of all that?"
Carrie Ann let out a loud groan when she listened to what Maggie said, she lost it and started cumming all over her own and Maggie's fingers!
Maggie pulled her hand out of Carrie Ann's pants and grabbing the bottom of her sweatshirt pulled it up and over her head. She took her by the hand and pulling her to her feet led her out of the room and downstairs to the studio.
Back on the bed Tim was gripping his aunt's ample hips and plowed into her viciously. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the bedroom, his balls were slapping against her clit and she started cumming again. Her slimy cum juices were running down her thighs and she sucked harder on Tom's cock.
Patti Ann pulled her mouth off of Tom's cock and turned to Tim; "Come on Tim, cum, cum with me I need the fire put out. I've been on a sexual high for the past three hours and I need the itch to be scratched, please, please cum in me!"
Tim grabbed a fistful of her gorgeous hair and he kissed her hard and started emptying his balls deep in her pussy. His tongue drove into her mouth and finding hers, they flicked back and forth.
Patti Ann let out a growl when she felt her big dicked nephew filling her cunt with his hot cum, she immediately went into yet another orgasm. Sweat was pouring out of every pore on her lush body, her pretty bangs clung to her forehead and saliva was running down her chin from sucking Tom and kissing Tim.
Tom was stroking his cock and he was about to shoot his cum all over his pretty aunt's face when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Thomas don't you dare waste that cum on my sister's face. Bring it over here and fuck me just like Tim just did to your aunt!"
Maggie yanked Carrie Ann's pants down and she turned towards Maggie and planted a hot wet kiss on Maggie's mouth. She broke the heated kiss and climbed naked onto the bed and pushed her son into his back. Throwing her leg over Tom's trim tight muscled body she gripped his stiff cock and lining it up with her dripping pussy, slowly lowered her gorgeous body down on his cock. Inch by glorious stiff inch it penetrated her pussy. Carrie Ann threw her head back and more entered her shaking body.
Tom reached up and began to play with her swaying tits; his thumbs flicked her stiff nipples. Thrusting his hips upward, he sent the rest of his cock into his mother's tight spasming pussy. He felt her hot juices bathe his cock as she started cumming around his cock. She fell to his tight body and covered his mouth with her own.
Carrie Ann continued to slam her pussy up and down on her son's fat cock. Her ass was wiggling back and forth and Josh slipped in behind her and gripping her hips he slid his cum coated stiff cock into her ass. She screamed out into Tom's mouth and started cumming again. She threw her hips back and forth with vicious thrusts trying to get both cocks deeper and deeper in her pussy and ass.
All hell broke loose and the orgy's heat was turned up a notch. Rachel was on her back, her head was turned to one side and she was sucking on Sean's huge cock while Andrew had her gorgeous legs over his shoulders, his cock was sliding slowly in and out of her pussy. Her entire body was shaking from the intense fucking the two black men were inflicting on her lily white body.
It was great being eighteen; Tim had already recovered from cumming in his aunt's pussy. He stood on the bed and moving over to his mother, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisting her head towards hum, he shoved his cum coated cock into his mother's willing mouth.
Carrie Ann had all three of her holes filled now and she was cumming constantly. Her entire body shook as the three virile men pumped their cocks in and out of her lush body.
Patti Ann was ready for another orgasm and with her pussy full of cum, it was like heroin to her, she wanted more and couldn't wait for her next fix. She crawled over to Rachel and grabbed Sean by his trunk-like arm and pulled, but with his enormous size, he didn't nudge.
When Sean looked up and saw the smiling Patti Ann grinning down at him he willingly pulled his cock from Rachel's mouth, she resisted, but with his sure size couldn't keep him in place. He flopped down on the bed and grabbed luscious body of Patti Ann's and twisted her around like a rag doll. He planted her pussy over his face and his cock stiffened even more when he started lapping away at her oozing cunt. He sucked the cum that Tim had deposited there earlier. With his legs hanging off the edge of the bed and Patti Ann's head buried between his thighs she began bobbing up and down on his huge cock. The cock grew larger and fatter the more cum he drank down from Patti Ann's pussy.
Her legs locked around his head as she started cumming giving Sean even more to drink down. She let out a loud scream and started giggling when he stood up, planting his feet on the floor. She gripped his thick legs with her arms as she was inverted, she was turned on even more than before and stuffed more of his cock onto her mouth and it slipped slowly down her throat.
Sean groaned and drove his tongue even deeper into her spasming pussy, He shoved his fat thumb up her ass and it was larger than some cocks she had in there before. She started cumming again and when she sent more of his cock into her throat, she felt it expand and jerk, she felt him shooting more cum down her throat, she loved every ounce of it, but was disappointed, wanting another load in her pussy! She bobbed her head up and down faster and faster, her long glossy red hair tickled his knees and calves.
Sean was getting weaker by the second from the orgasm he had just experienced. He spun around and gently placed her back on the bed and staggered back to the sofa to rest.
Before Patti Ann could recover Brian spread her sticky cum coated thighs and shoved his cock, balls deep into her pussy with one quick thrust. She let out a loud groan and wrapped her legs around his waist and the two of them began fucking like rabbits. She started cumming after about two minutes of his incredible pounding. She rolled her head to one side and watched Tim now fucking her sister from behind while she sucked on Andrew's cock. Turning her head to the other side she blew a kiss to Rachel as her green eyes locked on Patti Ann's brown eyes. Rachel was turned on her side as Tom plowed into her pussy from behind her gorgeous leg was thrown over Tom's.
One by one the women started cumming and the virile men came again. Patti Ann had her head resting on Brian's arm, she looked from Carrie Ann to Rachel and smiled; "You know what would make the entire night perfect?"
Rachel shook her head and whispered out through her heavy breathing; "No, what Patti Ann?"
Patti Ann giggled; "Having Max and Howard here to see it all happening, it may wake them up and make them see we're still desirable and fuckable!"
They heard John laugh from behind the camera. Patti Ann and Rachel looked up at him and both said at the same time; "What's so funny John?"
He didn't reply, he just turned and pointed up to the observation room. Their eyes looked up and both smiled and let out audible gasps at the same time. Up there was a nude Howard and Max, Maggie was just as naked, her mouth full of their stiff cocks and their hands in her long black hair and a smile on their faces, they both winked and waved at their wives!
The screen went to black and Patti Ann and Rachel were on the set. Patti Ann turned to Rachel and sighed; "I'm not sure about you Rachel, but it was almost as good seeing it as it was doing it in person!"
Rachel looked confused at Patti Ann and they both started laughing out loud and said at the same time; "NAW!"
Turning to the camera Patti Ann was beaming; "That was my fantasy, we hope you enjoyed it, I have a Fox and Guests morning show special coming up in a couple of weeks and I believe it will be just as hot, if not hotter than this one AND my twin sister will be making another appearance too, so until then keep it up and keep it hard. Stay tuned for the classic television porn parody of "Father Knows Best!" |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 20 | 48,169 | 4.59 | 557,920 | [
"incest novella",
"lesbian sex",
"group sex",
"anal sex"
] | *(continued from chapter 19).....*
\*
Stunned silence.
There's no other phrase to describe the somber pall that enveloped their Aunt Agnes' living room, the truth of their lives having just been bared to Tess and Jo.
Seizing the opportunity, Maggie quickly poured their group some of her mother's valued Irish whiskey, it only used for special occasions.
Without waiting for the others, Agnes quickly lifted her glass to her lips, taking a healthy swig of the treasured blend.
"But, my father...I mean...mom's first husband..." Jo clumsily babbled after following her Aunt's example and taking a long swig of the whiskey, herself.
"He knew, Jolene," Agnes interrupted Jo to say, "and he loved your mother so much, he forgave her, taking you to raise as his own and never, ever throwing it up to her face that you were another man's child."
"He was a good man, Jolene, you need to know that," Agnes said further to her brother's daughter.
"But....my dad and mother?" Tess asked her aunt.
"When they knew that Christine was pregnant, they also knew that there was no way that they could be together as a couple, married or not, not as long as your grandfather, Shamus, was alive. Robert and Christine chose to go their separate ways, which led, eventually, to Robert meeting and marrying your mother, Theresa and settling into their separate married lives," Agnes continued to the girls.
"It was fate, coincidence, whatever you want to call it, that both of their spouses were to pass from this earth within a year of each other, and after Shamus-your grandfather, Jolene-passed and joined your grandmother in the hereafter, Robert and Christine reconnected, almost immediately, that's how strong their love for each other was," Agnes recounted, her eyes staring off into where? only she knew.
"So...that's why mom took the partnership offer, and why we moved," Jo contributed, "to be near my step-dad, I mean, dad..........Shit!, I don't know anything, anymore; I mean, what do I call him?"
"Jolene, you were fortunate to have two men in your life who loved you enough to be called your father; be happy for that, that's more than a lot of people have," Maggie said to her cousin.
More stunned silence. More drinking of fine Irish whiskey.
"I knew it!" Tess suddenly exclaimed, "I always knew that there was something really special about how we, as a family, connected so quickly when our parents married."
"It's also why Robert and Christine asked if Robert could legally adopt you, Jolene," Maggie said further as she poured more whiskey for their small family unit.
"Wow.....I'm sorry, this is all so much to take in at one time," Jo said to the women in that small living room, "I mean.....wow."
"I'm sorry if I've hurt you or offended you but, Mary Margaret was right, you both had to know the truth," Agnes said to her nieces.
"No, no, Aunt Agnes, it was absolutely the right thing to do and we love you for it," Tess said, getting up to hug Agnes, quickly followed by Jo, all of the women shedding tears of relief? of gladness?
"Mum, I think I'll bring the girls to my place now; it's been a long day for them already and I'm sure they need a bit of time to adjust to their news," Maggie said as she hugged her mother, "we'll pick you up at ten in the morning for the services, okay?"
"Thank you, luv; Jolene? Theresa? Your parents would be proud of the fine young women you are, but, I know you know that," Agnes said as she hugged her nieces goodnight.
"We do, Aunt Agnes, we do, and thank you," Jo said as she and Agnes hugged each other tightly.
The ride across town to Maggie's was a silent one, all three cousins understanding and, welcoming, the lack of conversation. Maggie took Tess and Jo up the back, outside stairs of her pub to drop their bags. That task completed, she then took the girls down the inside stairs to meet Beth.
"Beth, this is Jo and Tess, my American cousins; girls, my right-hand gal, Beth," Maggie said in introduction.
Beth was, the girls guessed, somewhere in her thirties, probably ten years or so younger than Maggie; five-six'ish, 130 pounds, give or take three and, all in all, attractive in a 'cute' sort of way.
"Pleased to meet you girls, hope you enjoy your stay in Ireland," Beth said with a smile, "Get you girls something to drink?"
"Jo, what was that we had the other night, at The Bean?" Tess asked her sis, the mention of The Bean causing Maggie and Beth to exchange quick glances with each other.
Knowing glances is what they were.
"Black and Tans, I believe," Jo answered, not unmindful of the exchanged looks between Maggie and Beth.
"Coming right up, ladies," and with that said, Beth did her thing and delivered perfect B and T's.
"Girls, feel free to come down and mingle after you've rested a bit, or not, as you wish. I'm sure you have a bit of talking to do. I'll stay down for a while and give Beth a hand with the factory crowd that will be here shortly," Maggie said to her cousins.
"Thanks, Maggie, I think we'll take your offer and go upstairs for a bit, thanks again," Jo answered for she and Tess.
The sibs took their ales with them and climbed the stairs back to the living quarters, settling in on a couch in the small living room. Neither said a word, both lost in their own thoughts for the moment.
Jo was the first to speak.
"Well, explains a lot, doesn't it?" referring to the revelation of their 'true' relationship.
"It does, but.....I've been trying to decide if it changes anything, you know, between you and me," Tess replied, taking a long pull at her tankard of ale, afterwards.
"And?" Jo questioned.
"For me? It really doesn't, Jo. I'm sorry, maybe it should but the honest-to-God's-truth is that, it doesn't, not in the least," Tess answered.
"Yeah. For me either, baby.......I know it's wrong on so many fucking levels but, I loved you when you were my step-sis and now? as my half-sis? I still love you...I can't change that, Tess, I simply can't," Jo replied, small tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Well, if we're damned for loving each other then we'll ride the train to hell together, Jo. I love you, that's the simple truth of it," Tess proclaimed just before taking Jo into her arms and sharing a sweet kiss of love, not lust, just pure, unadulterated love.
That's not a bad thing, folks, not in the least...
The services, the interment of Robert and Christine's ashes in the Clancy masoleum went off without a hitch. Sure, the girls would have loved for the Church to ritualize the ceremony with a priest's presence to conduct the services but, under the circumstances of the first-cousin relationship, they understood that the Church simply couldn't.
"Rest in peace, 'rents," Tess whispered under her breath, "you're home, now," believing that it truly made a difference.
Beliefs are strong, people.
Once back at Agnes' apartment, Jo and Maggie took over the kitchen to finalize the meal that had been left cooking in the slow oven while the group was at the services. Working like a well-oiled machine, both women took notice of the other's culinary skills as they worked on the final touches of their repast.
Genes ARE funny things.
Tess and Agnes spent the time catching up on the history of the two families, the Clancys and the O'Learys, Tess soaking it in like a sponge, the history-major side of her not able to get enough of their rich, long histories in the Emerald Isle.
During the day, the sibs went on day-trips, mostly with just Maggie, sometimes with Beth along, soaking up as much of the Irish experience as they could. Nights were spent, mostly, meeting and mingling with the locals in Maggie's pub but, with no dalliances with any of the locals. The sibs even restrained their desire, their need to make love to each other, both figuring that their family had enough secrets to deal with without adding to the pot, so to speak. Came the day, however, inevitably, that Tess and Jo said goodbye to their elderly Aunt and Maggie drove the girls back to Dublin, back to the Airport Hyatt, the day before their flight home to the States.
"Perhaps I'll take you up on the invitation to visit, cousins, sooner rather than later; I'm forty-two and I'd rather do it while I'm still young enough to enjoy it," laughing and hugging the sibs afterwards.
"The door's always open to you, Maggie; please do, please come and visit," and with that, not to mention a few tears, the cousins parted ways...
"Looking forward to going home, though I have to say, I loved our time here," Tess said over the noise of the shower as Jo fixed her makeup at the bathroom sink.
"Yeah, me too, I have mixed emotions about going home," Jo replied, leaning her hands on the sink and surveying her attempt at applying the little bit of makeup that she used, in the mirror.
Fuck it, she decided, it is what it is.
The girls decided that they would return to The Bean for their last night in Ireland, grab a couple of B&T's, as they now called them, and maybe shag some snatch. They were hornier than hell and though they knew they had each other, their desire to share some Irish pussy again, was first on the agenda for both.
"I'm going to check email while you finish getting ready, babe," Jo informed Tess over the noise of the shower. She wasn't at the laptop more than a minute when the familiar Skype alert tone announced an incoming call.
"Hey Meg, is anything wrong?" Jo asked when she saw who was calling.
"Nope, just checking in to see if you guys were still on schedule and all that," Meg smilingly replied when the video feed caught up with the audio of the call.
"Yep, we're at the hotel now, flight's on time, so unless you hear differently from us, still plan on picking us up tomorrow afternoon."
"Got it," the soon-to-be-college freshman confirmed, "Oh, guess what? We just found out that Janice and I's request to be roomies was approved; we'll share a dorm room at school."
Janice, like Megan, would be attending Tess' undergraduate school, both majoring in Music. Megan dropped her idea to major in biology, deciding instead that she really wanted to pursue a career in music education. Both she and Janice had been offered, and accepted, scholarships from the School of Music at the school.
"Aw, that's great, sugar....on a lot of different levels," Jo chuckled in response, referring, of course, to the teenagers' budding romance.
"Hey Jo!," came to greeting just before Jan stepped into the picture, her eighteen, soon to be nineteen, year-old brown body clad in just bra and panties.
"Hey yourself, good-looking, just heard the good news about the dorm assignments, congrats."
Wrapping her arms around, and standing behind, Megan, Janice smiled into the camera at Jo's image and grabbed one of Meg's boobs in her hand, "Yeah, gonna' have me some booty on call all the time," laughing as she juggled Meg's tit in her hand jokingly.
"Well, look you guys, got to run; don't forget to change the sheets, okay?" Jo reminded the two youngsters.
"S'matter? 'Fraid you might catch something?" Meg teasingly asked.
"Seriously, change the fucking sheets, Meg," Jo replied, serious, but laughing.
"Just teasing, I will....see y'all tomorrow night; oh, is it okay if Janice and I stay one more night after y'all get home?"
"Sure, you know it is....'K', got to go," Jo said signing off, wondering what that was all about, the request to stay another night. Could it be that the two youngsters want to play with the sibs?
Nah, Jo decided, we're not THAT lucky.......
"Over there, babe, against the wall," Jo almost shouted in Tess' ear to be heard over the din in the crowded pub, nodding with her head towards the empty table, "grab it and I'll order a couple of B&T's," walking to find one of the server gals.
More butch/bois than femmes tonight, Jo thought as she slowly slipped through the throng towards the bar to place their order. Finding one of the servers, Jo placed the order and just as she turned to join Tess at their table, she felt a hand on her arm, stopping her.
"We meet again...thought I'd not see you again," the voice, thick with the beautiful lilt of an Irish accent, said.
Turning towards the voice, Jo was met by a smiling, freckled face framed by short, reddish/blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. It was her, the woman in the hallway from a couple of weeks ago. She was dressed simply, skirt and a blouse that appeared almost a size too small, judging by the strain her bosom placed upon the buttons of her top.
"Hey, I remember you....you untangled us in the hallway, right?" Jo smilingly replied, her gay-dar pinging like crazy as she leaned towards the woman to be heard over the laughter and noise.
"American? Have to be with that accent.....here alone are you?" Ms. Freckle-face replied.
"No, I'm here with my sis, back against the wall at that table," Jo replied with lips close to the ear of the woman, her perfume 'just' right to the senses.
"Might my friend and I join you at your table? Perhaps buy you a round?" the woman responded.
"Sure, love to meet the locals," Jo replied, wondering if this was an attempt at a pick-up or some such.
Jo made her way to Tess and their table, trailed by two very cute women, both of them smiling as they approached Tess.
"I'm sorry, but......" Jo started to say but was interrupted by her rescuer's voice.
"I'm Mandy....and this is Claire," Ms. Freckle-face said in way of introduction, both of the women sitting in the two chairs while Jo sat on the bench-type seat anchored to the wall, next to Tess.
"Tess, Mandy is the woman I told you about, the woman who managed to get us untangled in the hallway to the loo when we were here with Colleen a couple of weeks ago," Jo explained to her sib, their B&T's delivered right afterwards.
"Right you are, well, here's to you, ladies," Mandy said, lifting her glass to toast the Yanks.
"Back at'cha," Tess replied, her eyes darting between the two women, stopping for some reason on Claire's face whose eyes were lustfully staring at Tess' rack and cleavage.
Truthfully, Tess was sorta' tingling from Claire's lustful ogling of her rack. Claire had a very cute face, sort of an androgynous 'look' with her hair shorn 'butch-boi' short and her boyish mannerisms. In fact, Tess had quickly decided, Claire sorta' reminded her of Sinead O'Connor, a younger, thinner, Sinead O'Connor. She'd never really had much experience with butch-bois though she had been with a few stud-butches.
No, Claire wasn't that, Tess decided, definitely a boi, but a very sexy one she had decided, somewhat surprised at her excitement with that fact.
"Did you girls enjoy your evening with Colleen?" Mandy asked the sibs, leaning over the table to be heard, her cleavage showing that her face wasn't the only part of her body that was freckled.
"Do you know Colleen?" Tess asked.
"Darling, we ALL know Colleen," Mandy laughingly replied, "I believe you've had a go with her a time or two haven't you, luv?" directing the comment/question towards Claire.
"Indeed, I have, lovely girl she is," Claire replied to the group but her eyes hard on Tess when she said it, "Talented little flicker is that one, don't you think?"
Well, Fuck, let's just get right to it, why don't we? Jo thought at that moment.
"Definitely a lot of fun," Jo replied, sipping her schooner of ale afterwards, her eyes locked with Mandy's.
The four women shared quick bar-bios with each other, though conversation was nearly impossible without shouting.
"Bloody hell," Claire declared, "seems like the natives are bloody restless tonight," scrunching up her face at the loud laughing behind her, "So bloody hard to hear anything with all of the cackling hens."
"Girls, would you like to come back to our place? We're only a couple of buildings down the alley from here and I do have a fresh, unopened bottle of whiskey that we could share and be able to talk without shouting," Mandy offered.
"Sounds like a good idea as long as we'll be able to catch a cab from your place back to our hotel for our flight in the morning," Tess replied.
"We'll get you to your hotel, luv, no worries," Claire cooed in reply to Tess, her eyes disrobing Tess when doing so.
The quartet ambled down the cobbled-stoned alley-way, 'paired off', if you will, Jo and Mandy, Tess and Claire, each pair in quiet conversation of nothing of importance, each pair 'knowing' the real reason for leaving the pub.
"Mandy gets to spend much more time in our flat than I do," Claire declared as she unlocked the door to the alley entrance of their building, "my job has me on the move during the week while she just catches the tram to her office."
"Have you two been together long?" Jo asked as the four gals walked up the short, narrow flight of stairs to the second level.
"Hmmmm, let's see....depends on what you consider 'long', I suppose; for us it's been a little over a year," Claire answered as Mandy unlocked, then opened the door to their apartment.
"Almost two years, dearie; it's been just a year since my divorce and we were together for almost a year prior," Mandy corrected.
"You were married?" Tess asked.
"Sort of, I suppose, but the marriage was nothing more than a sham, in truth. He much preferred buggering young fancy boys and he knew, full well, that my preference was for the 'bean'. When Claire and I met, she got me drunk, made love to me and I simply stayed on," Mandy answered as she broke the seal on the bottle of whiskey on the cupboard's shelf.
Dropping to sit in a large, armchair, Claire extended a hand towards Tess.
"Here, luv, come sit here with me," patting her thigh, her smile lustful and leery, I'm-going-to-fuck-you leery.
Not thinking twice about it, Tess did just that, sitting on the offered thigh, keeping one foot on the floor but throwing the other leg across Claire's other thigh and the arm of the chair.
"That's a good girl," Claire cooed while playing with Tess' hair with her hand that was behind Tess' back, both Tess and Claire seriously eye-fucking the other.
Very matter-of-factly, Claire began stroking the inside of Tess' thigh, under her skirt, both women silent, both women 'in the moment'.
"You have a nice touch with your fingers," Tess said, her breathing a bit labored from her arousal at Claire's fingers stroking her thigh slowly, her fingertips coming teasingly close to her damp pussy.
"You'll find that I'm very gentle, or not, depending on who I'm with," reaching with her lips towards Tess' lips which were dropping to meet hers......
"Looks like they're getting along nicely," Mandy said to Jo, motioning with her chin towards Tess and Claire.
Pouring the four of them a half-glass of the whiskey, Mandy re-corked the bottle, turning to face Jo afterwards.
"Shall we interrupt them to offer a drink?" Mandy asked her new American friend.
"We could, I suppose but, before we do....." and taking Mandy's head between her hands, Jo kissed Mandy lustfully, fueled by the scene of her sis and Claire in the living room. Like Tess, Jo also 'got off' on watching lesbians make love.
For her part, Mandy simply uttered a low, excited moan while sliding her hands between their bodies to cup and fondle Jo's breasts while they kissed. The more she fondled those gorgeous mounds of flesh, the more hot and lustful was their kiss.
Kinda' worked out for both of them.
"I suppose the whiskey won't spoil if we let it sit for a bit," Mandy said, pulling her mouth, reluctantly, from Jo's, "We should continue this in the bedroom, I should think," taking Jo by her hand and walking quickly towards the bedroom......
Tess' head was thrown back, one of her hands rubbing over the buzzed, almost bald, head of Claire while the Irish boi sucked on one of Tess' tits, her tongue make slow circles around the aroused nipple of the American.
Claire's other hand was under Tess' panties, two fingers deep into Tess' snatch, her fingers surprisingly long, thought Tess, but liking it a lot that they were. While Claire fingered with delightfully slow, long strokes, she kept her thumb rubbing over the aroused clitoris of Tess, the Orgasm Train almost ready to leave the station for Tess.
"Ooooh, sweeetie, that feels really good," Tess murmurred as she moved her breasts back and forth for Claire to suck on both, her blouse fully opened now, flapping loose as Claire sucked, licked and bit on Tess' C-cups.
"That's right, m'girl, let it come to you, let me make you the happiest girl in the world," Claire moaned back, her own excitement rising from the taste and feel of Tess' lovely breasts and from the wet, tightness of her pussy, "Let it come, my sweet, and when you're done, you'll beg me for a taste, won't you, my girl?"
"Uuhhh, yes.....oh God, oh shit.....oh please, make me come, oh damnnnnnnnnnnnnn........."
The Tess Express has left the station....
"Yesss, like that, oh dear mother of God, just like that......." Mandy moaned as she squirmed under the probing of Jo's tongue to her ass, while Jo's fingers slowly fingered her very wet pussy, trimmed by fine, red hair, fire-red, like the hair on her head.
Yep, not a bottle red-head, this one.
Gripping the sides of her bed tightly, Mandy felt her legs slipping further apart, making it easier for Jo's tongue and fingers to do their 'work'. For Jo, it was anything but work, for when she took the last bit of clothing off of Mandy's body and saw that gorgeous ass, she just knew she had to get a taste of that before the night was over.
Goal in the cross-hairs, Jo wasted little time in doing just that, tasting the puckered-hole of Mandy. Not for all people, for sure, but it surely was a favorite of Jolene's, yes indeedy....
They were both naked now, Claire and Tess wasting little time to do so once Tess' orgasms had finally ebbed. Claire's naked, slim body with those small A-cup tits, almost 'young-girlish' tits, brought a desire to Tess that she seldom felt when fucking strangers. Once they had shed their clothing, the two women kissed for a long time while standing and holding the other, their mouths and tongues working hard to devour the other's.
"On your knees, girly, you know you want to, don't you?" Claire said with assuredness, with certainty because she could see the need and desire in Tess' eyes.
"I do," Tess admitted, "I want to eat you like I haven't wanted to taste someone for a long time," Megan being the last pussy that she felt that way about.
"Taste away, m'girl, eat me, eat me for a deliciously long time," Claire commanded as she sat down in the armchair with her legs splayed and her shaved, bare pussy on the edge of the seat cushion. Kneeling on the floor between Claire's spread-eagled legs, Tess' thumbs began peeling back the layers of the Irish gal's pussy.
As she moved her head towards her prize, Tess marveled at Claire's pinkness, at the poutiness and largeness of the Irish pussy lips in front of her.
"Ummmmmmmm, oh yeahhhhh, you taste delightful," Tess managed to mumble without taking her mouth from the delicious pussy it gnawed upon, Claire's juices on her tongue fueling her efforts.
Oh yeah, this is going to be funnnnn, Tess thought with eyes closed......
"Damn, damn, ooooh damn......" Jo moaned and groaned under the working of Mandy's talented tongue and finger. While Mandy ate Jo's pussy with a skill that Jo had only felt from Tess, before this night, she was also deeply fucking Jo's asshole with her middle finger, as deep as she could, bumping her hand against Jo's ass-cheeks as she did.
"Love the bean, love the taste of your pussy, dearie," Mandy lustfully cooed as she eagerly ate away at her treasure, also loving the slickness of Jo's juices on her face, absolutely crazy with glee at the smell of the sex that was in the air......
"Deeper, all of it.....now," Claire commanded with urgency to Tess. Biting harder on Claire's small tits, just as she had been asked to do, she now slipped her entire fist into Claire's pussy, her first time in 'fisting' anybody, not sure how she felt about it.
"Aaahhhhhhhhh, Good God!!!!" Claire suddenly cried loudly as she orgasmed from the fisting that she was receiving, her hips moving blurringly fast back and forth against Tess' efforts.
Tess' 'Ah-Ha' moment about 'fisting' happened when she felt her hand, inside of Claire's pussy, get absolutely flooded with juices. Hmmm, she thought in the moment, I wonder.........
Mandy and Jo lay resting for the moment, Jo's head in the crook of Mandy's arm, Mandy's hand casually stroking Jo's hard, erect nipples with her fingers. Neither spoke, neither had to, they knew, they...just...knew. And in unspoken concert, they positioned themselves for one more round, this one a slow, delightful, satisfying sixty-nine that seem to last forever, each with mouth and tongue buried in the pussy of the other.....
And Tess' last go with Claire? She strapped on the dildo that Claire had produced from a drawer of an end table and, with Claire on her hands and knees on the floor, Tess shoved the thick dildo-device into Claire's offered ass, fucking her long and hard, fucking her like a champ, Claire's moans and groans of satisfaction, loud, in the small living room of the flat.....
They, the quartet of freshly-fucked women, left the flat at around midnight. Mandy drove with Jo in the passenger seat, Jo's hand playing with Mandy's snatch under her skirt, making it difficult for Mandy to concentrate on her driving.
In the backseat, Claire and Tess were in permanent lip-lock while their hands busily fondled the other, both trying to get as much taste and touch of the other as they could before they parted for the night, before they parted forever, in truth.
Saying their goodbyes, the sibs watched as their Irish 'beans' drove away. Entering the hotel, then the lift, they went to their room.
They showered, each in turn while the other brushed their teeth and the like. Within a half-hour, the sibs climbed into their bed for their last night in Ireland. Turning towards each other silently, they kissed softly, tenderly, this moment for them alone now, this act of love only theirs.
It was unhurried, it was slow and tender, it was what they both needed.........
"Jo?"
"Yeah? What babe?" Jo answered, looking up from her book to Tess.
They were still about two hours out from JFK, ahead of schedule thanks to a rare, favorable tail wind to the Aer Lingus wide-bodied liner.
"What should we do about, you know, everything that we've found out about mom and dad, once we get home?" Tess asked her older sib.
"Absolutely nothing; no reason to upset apple carts and all that. No reason to besmirch the 'rents reputation, nothing good can come of it." Jo answered straight-forwardly.
"It'd be one thing if there were any relatives at home that would be affected, but, there's not; its just you and me, kid."
"That's what I was thinking also, but I wanted your thoughts on it," Tess confirmed to Jolene.
"It'd be something to consider if there were any chance of us producing a child, but, that ain't gonna' happen between us, babygirl, so let's leave sleeping dogs lie and keep the family secrets locked away in Ireland, okay?" smiling at Tess after sharing those thoughts with her, returning to the book she had been reading to finish the chapter.
"Jo?"
Closing the book, again, upon hearing Tess' voice, Jo turned to her sister, a look of mild irritation on her face, saying, "Seriously?"
"I'm sorry, the thoughts keep coming around and I need to talk about them when they do. Go ahead, go back to your book, it'll wait," Tess said somewhat meekly.
"No, let's talk about it, whatever it is," Jo replied, her voice a bit comforting to Tess, "Didn't mean to bite your head off," taking Tess' hand in hers, squeezing it softly.
"Okay. Mom and dad's master suite? I've got an idea about that, if you'll let me lay it out for you," Tess pressed on.
"Shoot."
"Let's make it ours. Let's make it our master suite, donate their furniture to Goodwill or The Saint Vincent DePaul Society, something like that; we'll redecorate it, buy new furniture, make it totally, 'our room'," Tess' animated face when saying this causing Jo to listen carefully to, what appears to be, an issue of importance to her half-sis.
"I'm listening, go on," was Jo's initial response to Tess' idea.
"We'll keep our bedrooms that we use now as guest rooms or playrooms for when we're messing around with others; but, the master? that would be ours alone, nobody else sharing our bed in that room but the two of us," Tess pressed further with her ideas, "we'll take dad's office and redo it as well, sharing it for our individual needs, for my graduate work and study, as your home office, away from your restaurant after you've opened."
Jo chewed on her bottom lip a bit, a habit she's had for years when in deep thought, as she was now with Tess' revelation to her, measuring her feelings about what Tess had just said.
"What brought this on?" Jo finally asked.
"I don't know.....it's sorta' ridiculous that we're in separate bedrooms when we mostly sleep with each other anyway, you know, when it's just us at the house, and.....I don't know, I don't think I'd be comfortable fooling around with others in their room, you know?" Tess explained further.
"Feel like it would disrespect them, their memory?" Jo pressed Tess.
"Yeah, sort of....mostly," Tess admitted.
"So, in essence, the master suite would be ours alone, the bed, a 'marriage bed' for you and I?" Jo asked, seeking clarification of Tess' root thoughts about the matter.
"Yeah, pretty much, that....." Tess admitted.
Hesitating but a second or two, Jo took Tess' hand in hers again, softly caressing it, her face turned to her sis'.
"Works for me, princess, let's do it," Jo said softly, the bond and love between she and Tess never stronger than in that moment... |
Hotel Encounters Ch. 03 | 22,728 | 4.51 | 125,913 | [
"redhead",
"bar manager",
"office sex",
"hotel",
"swimming pool",
"masks",
"halloween",
"mother",
"being watched",
"glass walls"
] | For the past two years I’ve been running a hotel bar called CC’s. Lately it’s become the place to be, and despite the added headaches, I think it’s great.
Halloween was a big night for us. The party was packed before ten, early for any club to be busy. Everyone was drinking, dancing and checking out the costumes. It was a real madhouse.
Around midnight a woman came in alone, not really wearing a costume but showing lots of flesh in her skimpy black lace dress. A big, feathered mask covered most of her face, but her eyes were wide and a dark green. Nothing about her seemed familiar and she looked just a little overwhelmed. I assumed it was her first time in our rowdy little bar. She was one hot little damsel in distress.
I kept her in sight the rest of the evening, until a scuffle at the pool tables caused me to lose her in the crowd leaving at bar close. I knew she would be long gone by the time we finished up for the night.
I tried to concentrate but curiosity and frustration made it hard. Finally, I gave up, gathering all the money and paperwork to take to my office. I would lock it up and try to finish it in the morning.
My office is on the second floor of the hotel overlooking the indoor pool area. One whole wall is glass allowing you to see most of the indoor rooms, the pool and the hot tub. There are times when I’d just stand there and watch people, observing how they act, entertaining myself with their antics and stupidity.
I unlocked the door but didn’t bother to turn on the lights. I intended to put the stuff in the safe, shut the door and leave. Some drunks were messing around in the pool, their shouts causing me to move towards the glass to see what they were up to. I don’t know if she came in the open door behind me or if she was already in my office somehow, but by the time I noticed her she was almost touching her body to my back. I managed, just barely, to keep from jumping in surprise.
I’m no virgin, and I’ve done some pretty kinky stuff, so I was sure I could handle whatever it was this woman was offering. Still, I almost panicked when she took two steps back and to the right, afraid she was going to bolt, when I noticed that with no lights on I could see her reflection in the glass very clearly.
She didn’t say a word, just smiled at me below that mask. Her hands moved behind her back and a moment later her dress pooled around her feet. What she had on would’ve brought any man to his knees. A black lace garter belt held up her stockings, but that was all she had on under there.
Her body was curvy in all the right places. Mile long legs made even sexier by black stiletto heels. Large, rounded breasts capped off by thick, pink nipples. Everywhere I looked I saw pale, smooth skin. All the way down to her small v-shaped pussy.
The woman never moved, that smile still on her lips. It must’ve taken guts but I wasn’t going to play her game. I had one of my own forming and it would be much, much more fun. I needed to see just how far this one would go, see how brave she really was. When she opened her mouth to speak, I shook my head no. Those red lips immediately closed.
I have a lot of willpower but it was still hard to look away from her to stare at her reflection in the glass. I never took my eyes off it as I motioned her closer, moving back so she could slide in front of me, her back to the glass. From that vantage I could see her curvy ass and slim back, her curly red hair falling almost to her dipped in waist.
The skin on her upper body was beginning to flush with heat and I knew from experience that the glass would be cold. One finger on her chest was all it took to push her up against it, hot skin meeting cool smoothness causing some breathy sound to rush out. She swallowed, her throat working slowly, the first sign of nerves I’d seen in her since she’d first walked in the bar earlier. It pleased me in some slightly sadistic way to know I’d done that to her.
I thought about ripping the mask off her face, but only for a second. It was definitely more interesting to let her keep it on. It was rude to not look directly at her but she’d started something and she would have to decide just how far she was going to let it go.
Gripping her wrists lightly, I raised them to my shirtfront, placing her fingers near my buttons. She took the hint and wasted no time getting it off of me. The game must’ve become clear because she lowered her arms to her sides when she was done, waiting for me to show her what I wanted next.
I placed her hands again and she took her time unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs. I hadn’t put on any shorts that day and after getting my shoes and socks off, she stood, careful not to brush against my very obvious erection.
Out of pure meanness, I pushed up against her belly but still didn’t look right at her. After a minute she pushed back and I stopped immediately, stepping back out of range of her skin. It was punishment for daring to move.
A slight bit of pressure on her shoulders had her dropping to her knees, her mouth already opening in invitation. I gave her an inch, feeling her tongue flick at my head before pulling back. The next stroke in I gave her the entire head to lick and suck on for awhile before pulling back out with a faint popping noise.
Her frustrated moan amused me so I waited a bit before letting her have what she wanted, practically forcing myself past her lips until I hit the soft flesh at the back of her throat. To her credit she didn’t gag, just worked me quickly, as if she were afraid I’d take her toy away again. I let her do what she pleased, enjoying how talented she was as she sucked, licked, and teased me with her tongue.
After awhile it became too hard to focus on the glass. Hell, too hard to even keep my eyes open. Control was slipping away making me wary of messing up my own game. Pushing into her mouth one last time was a mistake. I pumped a little too forcefully, causing the back of her head to thump against the window, loudly.
The drunks below heard the noise and stopped what they were doing, looking up at the glass and yelling, the words too far away to understand. The woman looked shocked, and I realized she didn’t know it was one- way glass. We could see them but they couldn’t see us.
I could tell by the expression in her eyes that she was both terrified and excited by the thought of them seeing us fuck. Liking the idea more and more, I grabbed her arms, pulling her up and around, making her face the glass and the leering men below.
Needing them to keep up the ruckus, I took and smacked her palms hard against the window, pushing at her back so that her breasts flattened on the surface. She made sounds of excitement combined with a touch of shame. Really hot noises.
Taking a couple of steps back, I pulled her hips towards my body, forcing her to spread her legs to keep her balance. I held on, slamming into her with enough force to cause her forehead to bump the glass. The men below cheered, not really knowing what for.
I fucked her hard and fast, making sure her head tapped the window often. Once when she tried to look away, I grabbed a handful of red hair, forcing her to keep her eyes on those drunks below. It didn’t take long for her to understand the effect of being seen on both of us.
Things got pretty wild, both of us unable to do more than grunt and growl. When she came, her fists pounded the glass while her body bucked and her tight pussy throbbed around my cock.
As a finishing touch to her smutty humiliation, I waited for her to finish convulsing around me and pulled out, pushing her back down to her knees and stroking my cock until my cum sprayed her face and chest. For an added touch I let some fly onto the window, the fluid leaving streaky trails.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone dress so quickly, but it was fun to watch. She fled down the stairs, the drunks in the pool sending out some cat calls and requests for what I’d gotten upstairs. I was still laughing after cleaning up and finishing my paperwork.
Unfortunately, all fun costs something. A few days later I headed towards the front desk to get some change and chat with my friend Mary, another redhead who just happens to be the General Manager, and my boss.
A woman was seated in front of Mary, the two of them talking excitedly. Something about the younger woman struck me as familiar, her hair matching Mary’s. However, I couldn’t place her from the back.
Mary waved me inside and I entered, the woman turning to look at me. It was the masked woman, no doubt about it. Her face turned a pretty pink color before she turned away to focus on Mary once more.
I waited patiently for an introduction and got my first real shock since that night. The woman I’d fucked like a whore in my office was Mary’s kid sister, Kate.
Needless to say neither of us mentioned that we’d ‘met’ before. But, later that night after bar close, Kate knocked on my office door. I expected her to stammer or something female like that, beg me not to say anything to her sister. Instead I got my second shock. She merely stood there looking calm and poised, took off her clothes and let me fuck her on my desk. I really like Kate’s style. |
Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 04 | 337,723 | 4.75 | 543,051 | [
"older woman",
"submissive",
"teacher",
"stockings",
"18-year-old",
"anal",
"cheerleader",
"seduction",
"lesbian",
"dildo"
] | *Brief Summary: Jenny fulfills an order from both of her Mistresses by completing the seduction of her teacher (a brief sub-plot in Bedding the Babysitter 3).*
*Note 1: I recommend you read parts 1-3 to learn the complete journey of Jenny from her origins as a shy, nervous, in-the-closet lesbian to often confident, always submissive, sexy cheerleader and seductress. That said, you only need to read part 3 to learn the set-up of the seduction of her teacher that she completes in this chapter.*
*Note 2: A special thanks to all who have emailed me about Jenny and requested I continue the story.*
*Note 3: Last, but certainly not least, a special thank you goes to Steve B for his suggestions and Estragon for his copy edit.* ***A NEW EDIT HAPPENED IN APRIL 2018 WITH TEX BEETHOVEN.***
*Note 4: Although I recommend you read parts 1 through 3 first, here is a summary of this series so far...*
*Part 1-Megan, a dominant but caring lesbian, seduces her cute and innocent babysitter Jenny.*
*Part 2-Megan takes her new submissive lesbian for a makeover and then shopping where she arranges for a fantasy to come true with a cheerleader that Jenny has dreamed about forever before escorting her pet to an upscale lesbians-only club for an adventurous evening.*
*Part 3-A marathon week: Head Cheerleader Karen becomes Jenny's second Mistress, taking her under her wing at school as Jenny joins the cheerleader squad at school, thus springing instantly from nerd obscurity to eye-catching popularity. Karen orders Jenny to seduce their English teacher Miss Morgan and Jenny makes progress using writing assignments, subtle teases in class and anonymous online chats; even while Karen advances her own seduction of Jenny's mother. In a domination session with Mistress Megan, Karen is punished while Jenny is rewarded. To end the week, Jenny attends Cheerleader Camp where Assistant Head Cheerleader Sabrina is punished for disobedience to Karen and bullying Jenny, while Jenny and the other Assistant Head Cheerleader Ashley fall in love...maybe.*
**Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 04**
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 9th: Impossible Mission Completed
As I had promised, I dressed in my cheerleader outfit and red thigh highs and headed to the Starbucks on Winter Street in Boston, arriving fifteen minutes early. I ordered my drink and bought one for Miss Morgan as well, then sat down at an open booth where I could spy Miss Morgan as soon as she arrived, if she did arrive. I waited nervously for ten minutes, fidgeting at my risky boldness. And at 11:28 Miss Morgan, dressed in a pretty but conservative blue dress and black pantyhose walked timidly in the door. She surveyed the room and froze, face aghast, when she caught sight of my own face, which to tell the truth was as scared as hers. She stood there for a few seconds before gathering her courage and joining me at the booth.
I forced a smile, hoping she wasn't going to hate me, handed her a coffee, and greeted, "Hi, Miss Morgan."
She sat down tentatively and accepted the drink from me, wrapping her hands around the cup to warm them from the frigid air outside. I could tell her mind was reeling, attempting to come to grips with the reality of the situation. I was her own student! Silence lingered between us. I waited for a word or something from her, my heart pounding.
Finally, in a whisper so soft I could barely make out her words she breathed, "I can't believe it's you, Jenny."
"Did you have no idea at all?" I asked cautiously.
"No, although based on our interactions during the past week, I guess it should have made sense," she said, still dazed. "H-h-how did you change so much, so quickly?"
I explained, "This may be hard to believe, but like I wrote in my assignments, I found a Mistress and she opened up a whole new world to me."
Miss Morgan still looked completely out of her comfort zone. I could tell her desire for me was fighting an opposing team of both her conscience and her school reputation. She took a nervous sip of her coffee, "Who is your Mistress?"
I smiled, I was pretty sure I had her, she didn't run screaming out the door, which I'd been scared she might, "Well, my main Mistress is a next-door neighbour of mine, Mistress Megan." I paused, making sure she would be listening when I told her my other Mistress. I looked deep into her eyes and yes, she was staring back into mine, "My school Mistress, the one responsible for my sudden popularity is...."
"Karen Pepper," she whispered, putting two and two together.
"Yes," I confirmed, "how did you know that?"
"Just thinking about the week and how odd you were acting and I recalled Karen's smirks," Miss Morgan reflected.
I agreed, "Yes, Mistress Karen has been giddy all week while she coached me with your seduction."
"Oh my God," Miss Morgan gasped, "so Karen knows about this too?"
"Yes, it was all her idea even though I really like you and wanted to do it, but it's ok, Miss Morgan. Mistress Megan is Karen's Mistress too and she taught us there is one key rule to submission. Never, never ever, lick and tell."
Miss Morgan laughed in relief, but then caught herself. Her smile faded and a serious look replaced it. "This can't happen, Jenny. I'm your teacher."
My heart stopped! Well you know, figuratively, not medical. "If that's how you feel, Miss Morgan, I will respect that," I responded. "But before you reject me and walk out the door, please keep in mind that even if you do, I will never tell on you and neither will my Mistresses. And if you accept me, I will be your perfect little pet. You already know (I hope) that I always strive to do the best I can at everything I do." I slipped my foot out of my shoe and hidden under the table, slid my foot up my teacher's leg.
This startled her, but as I hoped, she didn't move it away or ask me to stop. Instead she asked, already wavering, "But what if someone finds out?"
"No one will, Miss Morgan," I assured her, "Plus we are both consenting adults, free to ravish each other in any and every way imaginable. But because you're a teacher, the important thing is we just do that ravishing where nobody can see and always be subtle in public."
A second gasp and a flush of red heat escaped Miss Morgan's face while she tried to deal with her conflicting emotions.
Attempting to push the envelope, aggressive even for me, I offered, "If you wish me to show my true loyalty to you Miss Morgan, I will crawl under the table and please you right here, right now. Nobody can see me down there and I'll be quiet as a mouse."
"Oh Jenny," she said, flushed, "Stop that!"
"Am I making you wet?" I queried, teasingly. "Nobody can see that, either." She didn't answer as I slid up my foot a bit more, now under her dress.
"Please," she whispered.
"Please what?" I asked.
"Not here," she forced out, not wanting me to stop on the one hand, but scared on the other.
I reached into my purse and pulled out a printed piece of paper. I asked, confident I was right, "When you were chatting with me last Thursday night you said you couldn't stop thinking of a certain student. It was me, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Miss Morgan answered, but not making eye contact with me.
"And," I began before pausing for dramatic effect, "you said and I quote you," I looked down at the paper so I could read, "'I want to take you home and use you as my personal sex slave.'"
"Oh my God!" she blurted, looking up, "Did I really say that?"
I handed her the transcript of our chat. She reread the entire conversation before finally speaking. "Ok Jenny, you're right, I did say that, but it was roleplay and I had no idea I was talking to my actual student."
My foot moved to within an inch of her pussy. Inside I was confident I had won. "Doesn't matter, it was secret and nobody knows it was us, and I think even if you did know it was me you would have said it anyway and I'm really glad you did. Can we please go back to your place?"
When Miss Morgan didn't answer, I moved my foot all the way up so it was touching her panty-covered crotch.
To my great surprise and disappointment she blurted out, still real softly, "I, um, Jenny we can't, we just can't!" To my further surprise, she stood up and apologized, "I'm sorry, Jenny, I just can't do this." Before I could say anything at all, Miss Morgan hastily made her retreat.
After she left, I finished my coffee, contemplating what had gone wrong. After a week plus a bit of living a very charmed life, I guess I was bound to fail sometime. I texted Karen and told her of my epic failure. She didn't respond, so I finished my coffee and went to the bookstore, my personal solitude place whenever I was feeling down.
I went to the teen section and browsed the new titles. There's just something so exciting about holding a new book in your hand. Looking at the cover, reading the brief summary on the back or inside the book jacket, and reading how other authors are praising the book. I spent an hour browsing through title after title, making a list on my iPod touch notebook of books that caught my interest. If I bought every book I wanted to read, I would never have any money. I finally settled on a novel called Delirium. It was about a time in the future where when you turn eighteen you have an operation to prevent a horrible disease...love. It sounded interesting and different from other novels, plus I was definitely struggling with the word 'love' myself. I loved my time with Mistress Megan, I'd loved my one time at Le Chateau Club, I loved the attention I was getting at school now, I loved being submissive to Karen and I loved the thrill of the chase with Miss Morgan, even though I had failed.
But mostly, although I don't think I would label it love, or lust either, my feelings for Ashley were different from anything I'd ever felt before. I mean I had greatly enjoyed my newfound submissiveness and all that followed, but my time with Ashley was different. With her, I felt something more than just pleasure, something more than just the heat of the moment, something completely different and foreign. I couldn't explain it, or quantify it, but nonetheless it was embedded deep in my heart. I wanted to call her, but really had no idea what to say. How do you attempt to have a normal conversation two days after a night of such naughty and yet romantic sex? Even though I was pretty confident she still felt the same way I did, I know she had yesterday anyway, but how does one ever know for sure? Especially under the circumstances we began our relationship, me a cheerleading sub and all. Not to mention even if we did start a taboo lesbian relationship, I already had not one, but two Mistresses. Could I give them up? Did I want to give them up? These questions spun in my head like a tilt-a-whirl until I thought I might get sick.
I grabbed a fruit smoothie and a muffin and sat down to read my new book and relax. I wasn't three pages in, when I heard a voice I knew. I glanced up from the novel I had just started and, sure enough, it was Miss Morgan ordering a drink too, a bag of books in her hand.
She hadn't seen me yet. I contemplated the odds of seeing her again an hour later. Concluding they weren't high, I took it as fate's way of giving me a second shot.
Once she received her drink, a fruit smoothie as well, she turned around and saw me. I joked nervously, "Fancy meeting a girl like you in a nice place like this."
She chuckled, also nervously. "Sorry for the hasty retreat earlier. I just needed time to think."
Realizing I might still have a chance, I sympathized, "I was surprised, but I think I can see how it was necessary. *Did* you have time to think?"
She scanned the room, looking for I don't know who or what, before sitting down beside me and taking a sip of her smoothie to give herself another few seconds to decide what to say to me. "Yes Jenny, I did," she prevaricated, not really giving me anything, but still here.
She seemed to be struggling for what to say next. "And?" I questioned, attempting to lead her on.
"I can't get you out of my mind," she confessed.
Inside I was giddy with excitement, but outside I played it cool, offering an olive branch, but not demanding anything like I wanted to, respecting her personal space. "The offer still stands, Miss Morgan."
She seemed to be attempting to process this when I decided, *bother her personal space* and to take a risk. I looked around briefly then grabbed her shoulders and kissed her; a quick, yet passionate three-second kiss. As expected, she didn't break it. Instead, I did and whispered into her ear, "I will be at the front of the mall in five minutes standing at the curb. If you want to take me up on my offer, stop by and pick me up. If you don't, I'll catch the bus and head home." I bit her ear gently and allowed my hot breath to linger. She gave just the softest of moans, all the evidence I needed to feel confident I'd gotten to her. Satisfied I'd enticed her but now forcing myself to leave the decision up to her, I stood up and walked quickly away. I was tempted to look back, but didn't.
I couldn't believe how excited and nervous I felt while I waited to see if my boldness had paid off! Two weeks ago I'd been too shy even to complain when my order was wrong at McDonald's. Now I had just propositioned my teacher. I checked the time every few seconds, hoping I'd enticed her enough.
Just as I was beginning to think I'd failed a second time, Miss Morgan pulled up. I suppressed my exuberant joy and just quietly got in the passenger side and she quickly sped off like she was the getaway driver in a bank robbery.
Once on the road, she said, "I can't believe we're going to do this."
I attempted to comfort her and convince her she was making the right decision. "Me neither, Miss Morgan. I've wanted this to happen for a long time."
"Really?" she asked, surprised.
"Miss Morgan, I began to think I might be a lesbian as soon as I started taking your class. I began dreaming about you, not just daydreams, real ones. I fantasized about kissing you, touching you, pleasing you. I just never thought you might be interested in someone nerdy like me."
"Oh my God, Jenny, I've had inappropriate thoughts about you all semester! Way before you began to dress so provocatively. I loved how cute, innocent and pure you looked," my teacher confessed.
Insecurity hit me. "Do you mean you like the old me more?"
"No, but the old you was more the real you, don't you think?"
This conversation was getting very real. I knew I had changed a lot this past week in all areas, but not once did I think it was a bad thing. Was I losing the real me? *Was* the old me even the real me? If not, who was the real me? These thoughts ricocheted around my head like a racquetball. I shared my sudden insecurities, "I don't know who the real me is anymore, Miss Morgan."
"Just do what *you* want to do Jenny. Don't do things for others' approval. You're a great young lady and have a bright future ahead of you."
Tears began to roll down my cheeks. It was so strange to have someone tell me to be myself, especially when I no longer knew who that was. Finally, I spoke the only truth I knew for sure. "Miss Morgan I'm still trying to *figure out* who I am. I don't know what I want to do next year, I don't know where I want to be next year, but I do know where I want to be right now." I put my hand on her knee and squeezed gently. "I think maybe I want to be in charge of my big decisions like schools and careers once I decide, and let wonderful people like you make the little intimate ones for me. Submitting to people I trust feels very right to me."
Her face turned red and her breathing changed just slightly. "Jenny, are you sure?"
"Miss Morgan, I'm unsure of many things in my life. But when it comes to this," I paused for another squeeze, "I have never been surer of anything in my life."
We arrived at her house and pulled straight into her garage without getting out. Once we were parked and the garage door shut behind us, Miss Morgan seemed to hesitate, unsure what to do next. I moved my hand under her dress. Her dreaded pantyhose blocked access to the pussy I now craved to sample. I leaned in and kissed her again, making sure she didn't have time for second thoughts. We were both about to invade each other's personal space most rudely, and that decision was now a done deal! My tongue parted her lips and, although tentative at first, Miss Morgan kissed me back. I pushed a finger hard against her covered crotch as we kissed. She moaned into my mouth, and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. It was passionate, it was gentle. It was exactly how I had imagined it on so many nights while in my bed with just me and my dreams and my fingers. I felt a tingle down below and finally broke the kiss. I began to unbutton her blouse. She stopped me, attempting to catch her breath, "I want this too, but let's go inside, Jenny."
Reminding her of my ground rules...I didn't have any...I answered, "Yes, Mistress Morgan, I'll do anything you say."
She gave me a slightly startled look but didn't say anything as we got out of the car and she led me into her house. Once inside, we went straight to her bedroom and it was now Miss Morgan's turn to surprise me. She aggressively pushed me onto her bed and crawled on top of me. She leaned down to kiss me. Her lips barely touching mine, she kissed me ever so gently. She followed up on her soft pecks by sucking on my lower lip. I'd never been kissed like that and it was driving me crazy, making my pussy very damp. She moved down to my neck and gave it some soft nibbles and teasing sucks, spending enough time on each spot to potentially leave a hickey. Slowly she moved down my body and pulled me up so she could take off my shirt. "Oh, my," escaped her lips when she saw my tight white breasts, still bundled in my white lace bra.
I shivered slightly, suddenly cold and feeling like prey to my salivating teacher. She kissed the tops of my breasts while reaching behind to unbuckle my bra and release them. Once they were freed from their confines, Miss Morgan cupped them both in her hands and looked like a child in a candy store. She spent at least ten minutes adoring my hot breasts. She kissed, nibbled, and sucked on my nipples. Her tenderness and deliberate teasing had me on the edge of complete ecstasy, desperate to come soon. I whimpered, "Mistress, you're so good, please let me come."
She bit my nipple, not hard, but hard enough to make a statement. "Princess, just lay back and enjoy. I want to savour every minute of our time together." She bit my other nipple before sliding her tongue down my belly. I had never had someone use her tongue in my belly button, but the feeling was shockingly erotic. Maybe because it was so close to my pussy, maybe because I was so horny or maybe it was simply another erogenous zone in my overactive teenage body. Whichever way, when her head moved lower and under my cheerleader's skirt, I let out an excited moan.
Miss Morgan asked, "Is one of the orders you obey no underwear?"
"Yes, Mistress Morgan," I responded, my breath giving away my anticipated eagerness.
"Please call me Cameron, Princess."
"As in Cameron Diaz?" I had to ask.
"The one and only," she whispered, "don't you think I look like her?" her finger making just the slightest of contact with my pussy.
"Aaaaaah," I let out. "Yes actually, you really do and you're just as pretty, but I thought your first name was Wanda."
"That's my middle name. I can't have people guessing my real identity online."
"That makes sense," I whimpered again, struggling to talk sense with her finger teasing me so distractingly.
"You have such a beautiful vagina, Princess."
She leaned in and I felt her breath under my skirt. I moaned in reply, as her tongue made contact with my pussy lips, "Thank you, Mistress Cameron."
Her tongue explored my whole pussy region. She slowly moved her tongue up and down my lips, lightly teasing me. Her tongue dipped below my pussy lips and teased the crack of my ass. I wanted to watch her pleasure me and treasure her face so I begged, "Can you please take my skirt off, Mistress? I want to be able to see you."
She moved out from underneath my skirt and without a word, reached for the waistband. I lifted up to accommodate her and soon I was wearing nothing but the thigh-high red stockings. She smiled seductively before returning to my naked, shaved, feverish pussy. She continued her slow meandering teasing, still avoiding my clit. I could feel juice beginning to leak out of me, her teasing driving me to the brink. My moaning began to increase with each lick of my teacher's tongue. Suddenly, just when I couldn't take it anymore, she slid a finger inside my pussy while at the same time grabbing my swollen clit with her lips and sucking it into her mouth. In a second I was screaming, "Oh my fucking God, Miss Morgan, I'm coming!" An electric jolt tore through my body as an orgasm exploded all the way through me. Miss Morgan let go of my clit but kept finger-fucking me as she licked up the juices leaking out of me. Much to my surprise, the continued attention kept my body revved up and, as one orgasm kept simmering, a second began bubbling inside. I begged, "Oh yes, Mistress Cameron, don't stop, you're gonna make me come again!" A second wonderful finger slid inside me joining the first, and I let out a squeal of delight. She again took my clit into her mouth and somehow licked it while at the same time sucking on it in her beautiful mouth.
The sensation and the stretching of my tight pussy had me again on the verge of orgasmic bliss. To my surprise Miss Morgan finally spoke, her soft gentle words sending shivers through me, "That's it baby, come for teacher, come harder than you ever have before, Princess."
Hearing my sweet, beautiful teacher order me to come was the final release. My body shuddered to a second, smaller, but still gloriously beautiful orgasm. "Oh yes, dear Mistress, you are too good to me!" I moaned, pure pleasure resonating around inside me.
Miss Morgan pulled her fingers out of me. She lapped up my juices for another minute before sitting back up and scooting around beside me. Lying face to face with me, my juices coating her face, she complimented, "You have the most delicious pussy I have ever tasted."
The compliment sent a chill up my spine. I'm sure I blushed as I responded graciously, "Thank you, I bet you taste pretty divine yourself."
It was Miss Morgan's turn to blush. "I receive very few complaints."
"I bet you don't," I teased, before asking, "Does anyone I know get the privilege of not complaining?"
Her face went from blissful to panic in three point seven seconds as she responded, way too quickly, "Oh, no, no! I was just talking hypothetically."
Her reaction told me she had at least one lover and I still wondered if it was someone I knew but decided not to push it. Instead, it was time to return the favour. I attempted to be seductive, "Miss Morgan, not hypothetically at all, is there anything I can do for you?"
I could tell she was slightly nervous, which seemed ironic after all she had just done to me. I could tell she was trying to find a way to tell me what to do, so I decided to do it for her. I sat up, leaned down and kissed her gently just like she'd done to me a few minutes ago. Then I sat her up and unzipped her dress. With a bit of a struggle, I took off my teacher's blue dress. I was then face to face with her beautifully firm, generous breasts, barely being contained inside her white lace bra. I kissed the top of her breasts while I fumbled with the buckle of her bra. Eventually I released my teacher's large breasts from their fabric prison and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Miss Morgan moaned and I cupped, fondled and sucked on her large 'C' breasts for a long time, becoming completely lost in them. Finally, I moved down her body and slowly pulled off her pantyhose. I suggested, "Miss Morgan, for future reference, it is way easier to get to your appetizing pussy if you wear thigh high stockings."
"I'll have to buy some then," she replied, her breathing getting quicker, already anticipating my tongue.
Once I had her pantyhose off, I slowly removed her pink undies. I returned between her legs, eager to taste her. Her pussy was neither shaved nor really hairy, just natural. I buried my head between her legs. Her legs stiffened but I held off, teasing, "Miss Morgan, may I have permission to eat your pussy?"
"Yes, Jenny, yes! Just stop teasing me, I need to come so badly," she pleaded.
I obliged and began licking her pussy. Her scent was uniquely sweet and her pussy was already excessively wet. Her aroma seemed to be caught in her pubic hair and lingering in there like a pussy wine bouquet. Disregarding her plea I was still teasing her, licking slowly and cautiously, her fine hair occasionally tickling my nose. I purposely avoided her clit as I wanted to browse between my teacher's perfect legs for as long as possible as she got more and more excited. I moved my tongue slowly up and down, occasionally dipping between her lips. Her moans were constant from my teasing, and slowly began to increase. Suddenly, and much to my surprise, my sweet adorable teacher had a personality shift. She ordered loudly, "Fuck Jenny, stop teasing me and lick me like the little slut you are! Please your effing Mistress and get me OFF!"
My pussy tingled wildly like it always did when I was given a forceful direct order, and I obeyed like I always do. My fingers flew around her pussy and my mouth ravaged her clit! Simultaneously I began to lick her clit rapidly while I pumped two fingers inside her very drenched pussy. I used my tongue to paint small manic circles on her clit, while I kept pumping my two fingers in and out of her like I was fucking her with a real cock that was about to come. Her moaning increased and so did her dirty talk. "Oh yes, Jenny, finger-fuck me, make your horny teacher come," and, "That's it Jenny, be a good student, getcherself another 'A'," then "Oh yes, Jenny, you're such a GOOOOD little lez!" It only took a few minutes before she was screaming, *"Oh my God, Jenny, oh my God, I'm coming Jenny, you're making teach come, fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, oh my Goddddddd!!!"* Her legs tightened around my head and her juices flowed right into my mouth from her delicious pussy! I continued lapping her pussy and savouring her perfect taste! Unlike every other girl I had pleased in the past week, her delicious warm juices just kept coming and coming, like a faucet stuck on. Her orgasm lasted at least two minutes while I continued pleasing her, never wanting to stop. Finally she screamed, "Aaaaaah!!" and pushed me away.
I looked into her eyes, amazed by her vociferous acceleration and climax, "Are you OK, Mistress?"
At first I was worried she was hyperventilating her breathing was so intense, and she couldn't talk. After a few seconds, she finally spoke, through heavy breathing, "Sorry, Jenny, that was just *far* too intense!"
A chill filled me, a good one: I had obviously pleased her greatly. "Can I get you anything, dear Mistress?"
As she began to calm down she gasped, "Can you go to the kitchen and get me a glass of water?"
"Of course, Mistress," I replied and went to find her kitchen. As I poured her a glass of cold water, I caught my reflection in the microwave. I smiled. My hair was a mess and my lips had a shine. I shook my head. I was in Miss Morgan's house, naked, her cum on my lips. Life was good!
I returned to her bedroom. She hadn't moved at all, but her breathing had returned to normal. I handed her the glass, and she sat up to take a long drink. I sat on the side of the bed, suddenly nervous, like I often felt after sex was done. I was never sure what to say next. Anything that popped into my head to say seemed dumb and silly.
Thankfully Miss Morgan was the one who broke the silence, "Princess, that was just incredible! I didn't know I could come like that!"
"It was my pleasure, Miss Morgan."
"Oh, it wasn't only *your* pleasure," she joked. I laughed too, while she pulled me in and kissed me. It was another of her gentle, sweet kisses, which I already loved, and which tasted good this time because of me, and which lasted many long minutes. When she finally broke it, although I would have allowed it to continue forever, she ordered, "Princess, wait here a for a minute."
"Yes, dear Mistress," I responded, wanting to make sure she understood my complete obedience.
She went into her closet and, after pilfering around for a bit, returned with what appeared to be a really long dildo. I looked at the toy, slightly perplexed. She smiled and asked, "Ever used a double-ended dildo?"
I shook my head no.
Getting aggressive again which I loved, Miss Morgan pushed me onto my back and spread open my legs. She rubbed the toy on my pussy and without much effort, pushed the thick long dildo inside me. After the toy was buried in me really deep, she repositioned herself and I figured out what the term 'double-ended' meant. She lay on her own back, her pussy facing mine and inserted the other end of the dildo in her own pussy and gradually scooted herself closer to me. Soon the long dildo had disappeared almost completely. Miss Morgan repositioned both of us so our knees were both sides of our own heads and her feet were pressed against mine. She then reached down so we were holding tight to each other's wrists. "Now buck your ass back and forth, Jenny. I want you to fuck both of us."
"Anything you wish, Mistress," I moaned, thrilled she was ordering me to do something! Although this was awkward, I bucked my ass towards her and let out a yelp as the dildo went deeper inside me. Miss Morgan let out a similar yelp as I was thrusting the dildo deeper inside her, too.
"Fuck me Jenny, fuck me hard," she moaned.
Desperate to please her, I held onto her wrists real tight and began bucking my ass back and forth, stimulating us both. A mixture of Miss Morgan's moaning and the sensations of the fucking had me horny as hell in a couple of minutes. I tried to thrust in and out of her as fast as I could, eager to please her.
Her moaning increased and she began begging, "Don't stop, baby, harder, fuck me, yes, fuck me hard!" I obliged, perspiration dripping down my face and into my eyes. I was close to the point of exhaustion when thankfully she screamed, *"Deeper, deeper, oh my, oh my, oh my, AAAAAAAH!!"*
Suddenly I released her arms, pulled the toy out of us and half-somersaulted between her legs, licking up the delicious fountain of her orgasm. Once she'd calmed down a bit, just as suddenly, she pushed my shoulders so I fell onto my back again, did a half-somersault herself so she ended up lying next to me with her face near mine and reached down to slide the dildo back into me. She pumped the long, thick dildo in and out of me and demanded, "Come for me, Princess, come for your teacher."
The deep penetration and fast pace had me close in less than a minute and when she leaned in and nibbled on my ear, I screamed, *"Yesssssssss!!"* and had many small convulsions as another orgasm exploded through me.
Soaked in my own sweat, I lay exhausted on my naked teacher's bed, her sexy body lying next to mine. Silence filled the room for almost ten minutes while we both recovered from our intense encounter.
Eventually she suggested she drive me home and reality set in. Tomorrow would come and we would have to see each other as student and teacher again. As she drove me, the awkward silence lingered a long time before I finally said, "Miss Morgan, Mistress Cameron, I had a wonderful time."
"Me too," she responded nervously, "it's just...what now?"
"Nothing," I replied, "For all intents and purposes, this never happened. You will know and I will know and Mistresses Megan and Karen will know, but someday hopefully not at all soon the secret will just die with the four of us."
"How can you know that?" she asked, clearly fearing the truth coming out.
"I know. I have seen Megan's power up close. She will not allow disobedience. So long as you never tell anyone, our secret is safe."
She gave a sigh of relief, but I could tell she still was nervous. We arrived on my block and she stopped a few houses down and I got out but didn't shut the door. I turned and looked into her eyes and again confirmed, "That was amazing, Miss Morgan. Thank you so much!"
She went red as she agreed, "Princess, I haven't felt this good in a long time."
"Well, I hope it isn't a one-time thing and that's up to you, dear Mistress, I'll do anything you say," I concluded with a wink and closed the door, leaving her with the lingering foreshadow of more to come.
She drove away and I checked my phone messages. I had a text from Ashley. A chill went up my spine. As much as I'd enjoyed my time with Miss Morgan, there was something so special about Ashley that I couldn't even begin to explain my feelings!
**From: Ashley Feb 09 2:33PM Subject: Hi**
**Hi, give me a call when you get a chance.**
I stepped into the gutter, sat down on the curb and dialled her number. With each unanswered ring, I got more and more nervous. On the fourth ring, I was just deciding to hang up when Ashley answered the phone.
"Hello?" she said, her voice bringing yet another chill up my spine.
"Hi Ashley, it's Jenny," I greeted.
Her voice sounded like a bubblier than usual Ashley, "Oh, hi Jenny, thanks for returning my call."
"I wouldn't think of not returning it, Ashley."
"I'm happy to hear that. What have you been up to today?"
I hesitated. I didn't want to give her my true answer even though she already knew I'd been planning on doing what I did sometime soon, but I was as honest as I could be for now. "I went out for coffee, went book shopping and visited a friend. You?"
"Cool. I slept in till noon and then finished writing my History essay. But I definitely need a break."
"I understand that. I get stir crazy if I'm in my house all day."
"Me too," she giggled and paused. Finally she asked, her nervousness clearly present even over the phone, "So..." long timid pause "...what are you doing tonight?"
"I don't have any plans, Ashley. What do you have in mind?"
"Do you...um...would you like to go see that 'No Strings Attached' movie with Ashton Kutcher?"
"I would love to. It's a date," I quickly replied, before realizing what I just said.
Luckily she seemed to ignore my last words, her giddiness back. "Great, can I pick you up at 6:15? I already know where you live, I asked Karen."
"Sounds good to me," I agreed.
"See you then, Jenny." Her voice did things to my name in a way that had me melting.
"See you tonight, Ashley," I replied and soon was listening to nothing but the dead air of a cell phone. I hung up the phone and considered the implications of tonight. Was it really a date? A growing friendship? What should I wear? These thoughts bounced around in my head while I walked to my house.
My thoughts were quickly dismissed when I noticed Karen's car in the driveway. I figured she had just arrived and didn't think of it as anything remotely sinister.
Once I walked in my house and closed the door, Karen immediately bellowed, "Get your ass upstairs, Jenny!"
I obeyed and rushed to my room, which was empty. Slightly confused, I followed the feminine moans coming from my Mother's room.
As I got closer, anxiety crept in. It couldn't be! There was no way Karen had seduced my Mother already!
Now, even after a week plus of surprises, nothing could have remotely prepared me for what I was about to see.
My Mother was tied to her own bed! She had a toy buzzing away in her pussy and Karen was straddled over my Mom's face. From Karen's moans, it was obvious that my Mother was licking my friend's and Mistress's cunt. I stared in perverse curiosity and shock.
Karen had predicted she would get my Mother and, although I had doubted the prediction, although I thought it may be possible eventually, I never expected this extreme of a sight!
I stood there frozen for what seemed like an eternity but was only a minute or two before Karen screamed, while rubbing her pussy all over my Mother's face, "That's it Mommy, I'm coming, lick your Mistress' cunt, yesssssss!"
Karen collapsed forward and, although my Mother couldn't see me yet, I could see that at least her forehead was shining with pussy juice. I was mortified! I was shocked! I was mystified!
Karen looked back at me and asked with a purr, "I bet you're dying to know how this happened?"
I'm not sure 'dying to know' would be the descriptor I would have used, but yes, I was curious.
Karen ordered, "Mommy slut, tell your daughter how you ended up being my personal plaything."
Mom looked up and our eyes met. The look of humiliation on her face was extreme. She let out a soft sigh before apologizing frantically, ["I am so sorry, Jenny, so sorry. I just couldn't resist."]()
Karen turned back to her and demanded, ["Enough, Mommy slut. Just tell your daughter how you ended up submitting to me."]()
Mom broke eye contact with me but nevertheless began....
**The End ... in Chapter 5 you can find out the tantalizing story of how Jenny's mother succumbs to the teen cheerleader.** |
Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 02 | 37,724 | 4.61 | 454,410 | [
"tim"
] | *Note: Special thanks go out to my two regular editors, LilTexasSexFiend and AnInsatiableReader, for making this infinitely better than it was when I first wrote it. As always, let me know what you think, through voting, comments or private feedback. All three works too! ;-) As I said, this story will go up with one chapter posting daily until it's all uploaded, so don't get too mad about the cliffhangers. Enjoy!*
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
"You know, I heard a rumor somewhere.. someone said you were a psychologist."
Tim had been buried in evaluations and player files for more than three hours now, so when he heard J.T.'s voice outside his office at the RBC Center, it came as a welcome break.
"Yeah," Tim said, looking up briefly before getting back to his files. "Someone definitely peddled you some bullshit on that one."
J.T. chose to ignore him. Why should today be different from any other day, Tim thought?
"I mean, I see the degree on your wall," J.T. said, striding into Tim's small-ish office and stopping by the Doctorate in Sports Psychology degree he'd received from N.C. State, which he'd framed and hung on the wall between movie posters from Die Hard and Lethal Weapon 3. J.T. pretended to study it - Tim pretended to listen to him.
"And I know all these pro and college teams pay you to talk to their players.. convince them that the world isn't really out to get them, just the other team's 6-foot-6, 400-pound defensive tackle. Personally, I'd take the world, but what do I know? You're the one with the degree and the fancy title."
Sometimes, J.T. got to the point. And sometimes, Tim thought, his best friend took the scenic route.
"You got a point in all this, Mr. Drama Queen, or is this your way of warming me up with senseless rambling before the people I'm paid to work with start showing up?"
"You really haven't figured this out yet, have you?" J.T. responded.
"Apparently not, but I'm sure you're going to enlighten me," Tim said.
"Julia's best friend sleeps next to me every night," J.T. said, catching Tim's attention with that. J.T. plopped down into a chair in front of Tim's desk before continuing.
"Now, you and I, we're men," J.T. continued. "We don't really do the gossip thing. Instinctively, we know there are things we're meant to understand - football, beer, James Bond, the Xbox 360, the G-spot. We also know there are things we're not supposed to understand, and when we come across one of these things, we don't bother each other with the details. We simply move on, secure in the knowledge that if it's not related to one of those things I just listed, and we don't understand it... well, it's probably not that important anyway. Am I right?"
Tim grinned. "You certainly seem to think so, and who am I to tell you otherwise?"
"Now," J.T. continued, almost as if his last question was rhetorical. "Women... women are different, my dear Timothy. They have to analyze everything. Anytime something happens that doesn't sit 100% perfectly right in their mind, conference calls are organized, book clubs meet, and long... loooooong... male-bashing sessions occur."
"English, Einstein."
J.T. finally looked up at Tim. "You want Layman's terms? Fine. You can't get past Leira, and you can't stop taking it out on Julia. You don't understand why you do it, neither do I, but we're men. We don't talk about it."
Tim was pretty sure where this was going. He simply waited.
"Last night, you treated Julia like she was some cheap piece of ass you picked up at the campus bookstore, and still, she acts like you're the greatest thing on the planet with a penis and two testicles. She doesn't understand why you do that, and she doesn't understand why she lets you, but she's a woman. Three seconds after she locked your door, she was on the phone with my fiancée."
Tim nodded. "Here's my question, though, J.T.," he began. "Does something exist out there that has a penis but not two testicles?"
"Yes," J.T. said. "His name is Lance Armstrong. You know - really thin mother fucker, usually wears a lot of yellow in France in the summertime, used to bang the shit out of Sheryl Crow. You ask me, that guy should have both nuts, and we should take one of yours away."
Most people don't laugh when someone lands a pretty deep insult. Most people aren't being insulted by J.T. Lancaster, Tim thought. He laughed out loud.
"I would think just having one would make it easier to ride that damned bike though," Tim said. "See? Here you go trying to make the world a better place, and you're gonna fuck up Lance Armstrong's chances of winning the Tour de France next summer."
"Tim - "
"Stay out of it, J.T.," Tim said.
"Just listen, man," J.T. said, but Tim stood up and turned his back on J.T.
"Julia called Sheila. Not you," Tim said. "Julia didn't tell you about it, and neither did I. I believe that officially makes this none of your business."
"Yeah, but we're talking now," J.T. tried.
"It look like I'm in the mood to talk about this?" Tim fired back. J.T. tried a couple of answers out in his head, but apparently none of them fit, because nothing came out of his mouth. Satisfied his friend wasn't going to respond, Tim turned back around and took his seat. He looked down at the files on his desk, but didn't really see them. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence - a rare thing for two people who'd known each other for almost 10 years like Tim and J.T. - J.T. finally stood up.
"We still on to shoot some hoops tonight?"
"5:30 here, right?"
"That's the plan," J.T. said. "What do you have tomorrow?"
"Trip up to Richmond," Tim replied. "The pharmaceutical merger deal. Think it's Sheila's dad's company, but he's not on the manifest."
"Ah, yeah," J.T. said. "It's his company, but he and Sheila's mom are in Acapulco right now. You have to stop somewhere first, right?"
"Yeah," Tim continued. "Start here with four execs, head down to Wilmington to pick up another passenger, then up to R-I-C," he finished, using Richmond International Airport's three-letter FAA identifier.
"They have pharmaceutical executives in Wilmington?"
"I'm sure they do," Tim replied, "but I'm pretty sure that's not who we're going to get."
J.T. looked the question at Tim.
"One of the executive's girlfriends," he finished. "More to the point, one of the married executives' mistresses."
J.T. smirked. "Nice."
"Yeah," Tim agreed, at least with his voice. "But, if they're paying, I'll fly wherever they want me to. Gonna be up there three days, so we're just dropping them off. Have some other passengers from Richmond that are coming down for the Panthers game, so flying them to Charlotte, then leaving the G5 there for a charter Wednesday morning. I think Steve and Brenda have to take it to New Orleans. Anyway, Max is my co-pilot tomorrow. We'll rent a car and drive back."
Max, Steve and Brenda were three of the 15 or so pilots employed by MHC, Inc., an air charter company started and run by Howard Lancaster, J.T.'s father. Now in his early 60s, Howard was mostly the symbolic head of the company. He was still the official CEO and ran board meetings and such, but J.T. handled day-to-day operations now. Tim worked for MHC on a "when-able" basis - one of the perks of a long friendship with the VP of Operations - but to his credit, he flew for J.T. whenever he could. N.C. State's football team had a bye week this weekend and the Panthers didn't need him until Thursday, so he had a couple of days free.
Tim's relationship with MHC had proven to be mutually beneficial. MHC handled air travel for North Carolina State sports, the Carolina Panthers NFL team, the Charlotte Bobcats NBA team and the Carolina Hurricanes NHL squad, which were the same four teams Tim worked for. Tim had brought two of those teams into the arrangement, and Howard Lancaster had delivered the other two. Throughout his doctoral studies, Tim worked for the N.C. State athletic department, and he also picked up an internship with the Hurricanes, who played their home games in Raleigh. When he finished his studies, both teams hired him on full-time, and he convinced both N.C. State and the Hurricanes that it would be cheaper to let MHC handle their travel needs. MHC had handled travel for the Bobcats and Panthers, both based in Charlotte, since both teams had come into existence, and when Tim was fully licensed, Howard had introduced Tim to the owners of both teams. It was a pretty convenient relationship, to have the team psychoanalyst also fly the plane. Plus, Tim worked out a discount with all four organizations.
"You know, I still think it's hilarious, the name of your company," Tim said.
"MHC?" J.T. replied
"What it stands for," Tim answered. "I mean, if you'd started it, then the name Mile High Club, Incorporated, wouldn't shock me a bit. In fact, I'd only be shocked that the name didn't come with a XXX-rated logo. But your dad started the company."
"Named it after something he enjoyed," J.T. said. "How do you think I was conceived?"
"Too much information," Tim protested, but they'd had this conversation a few times before. They were both mostly kidding. The work conversation over now, J.T. stood up.
"We still planning on some boating Wednesday?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Tim answered.
"Cool." J.T. walked to the door, but when he got there, he turned back around and faced Tim. Tim had already turned his attention back to his patients' files, but J.T. waited silently for Tim to pull his eyes back up. Eventually, he did.
"She's not going to accept being your fuckbuddy forever, Tim."
Before Tim could respond, J.T. was in the hallway.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Jack Daniels has a lot of power. It can make the most hideous girl look like Megan Fox in a bikini. It can make the whitest of white nerds think they could make it on Dancing With The Stars. It can make picking up the phone at 3 a.m. on a weekend and telling your boss' voicemail exactly what you think of him seem like a great idea.
Despite all that, though, Jack Daniels was never taught how to talk. So Tim thought it was quite odd that he was peering down into his glass of Jack and Coke as if it would provide some sort of answer to any of the questions coursing through his mind.
He was sitting out on the deck in a lounge chair. He'd pulled the cover off the hot tub, and had started it up. He was sure he and Julia would use it later. It was only 8 p.m., and the evening humidity was casting a thick blanket over everything. The sun would go down fully within half an hour, and that would really cool things down.
Despite his lunchtime talk with J.T., Tim was still pissed at himself for what he'd done the night before. Tim knew J.T. wasn't too thrilled with him either - J.T. had been a little more physical than usual with him during their pick-up basketball game, and since he stood 6-foot-3 and weighed close to 250 pounds, he was generally pretty damn physical anyway. Tim had been unable to get Julia and what he'd done off his mind all day, and if J.T. had gotten in his face about it while they were both showering after the game, Tim figured he might have broken down and told his best friend everything. Instead, J.T. had just finalized their plans to do a little boating on Wednesday and headed home.
Even as he'd gone up the stairs last night, leaving Julia splayed out on the island in the middle of his kitchen, he'd known he was being a first-rate asshole - the kind of man he'd promised his mother he'd never be. He had half-expected to hear the front door slamming as Julia left, and he'd have been the last person breathing to blame her. But after about 10 minutes, he'd heard her soft footsteps climbing the stairs. He didn't even want to face her, but he rolled over onto his back and met her eyes as she opened the bedroom door. She'd carefully closed the door, and just stood there. When she spoke, there was steel in her voice that Tim had only heard her use a couple of times before, and never in his direction.
"Don't ever do that to me again."
"I won't."
She'd simply nodded and then headed into the bathroom to take a shower. He waited 20 minutes, until finally, she'd come back into the bedroom. The shower was still running, and her stunning body was dripping water all over the carpet.
"Are you coming?"
Tim had planned to wait for her to come back, but he quickly joined her in the shower. He hadn't been able to get off again - Julia certainly gave it a game effort on her knees for 15 minutes in the shower, but he was already pretty mad at himself, and he couldn't do it. Eventually, he'd just pulled her to her feet and fucked her to two more orgasms under the hot spray.
Nearly an hour after she'd come to get him, Julia had begged him to stop. He'd complied, and by the time he'd finished brushing his teeth, she was asleep in his bed. He'd gone down the hall and crashed in one of the guest rooms like he always did when Julia stayed over, and she was still out like a light when he'd woken up for his morning run. When he'd returned, her car was gone. She'd already brewed a pot of coffee and had taken some with her when she left. She'd left a note for him, telling him she'd come by when she got off work.
Still, apparently, she'd been upset enough with what he'd done to call Sheila and tell her all about it.
Tim was more than ready to continue beating himself up, but he heard the faint sounds of his front door closing downstairs. A few moments later, the glass door connecting the deck to his bedroom opened.
Before he heard or saw Julia, he smelled her perfume. She always wore it - never so much that it overpowered you, but enough that you'd remember her for a while if you were at all attracted to women.
"Sitting all alone with your thoughts tonight?" she asked, taking a seat on the edge of the hot tub.
"And some damn terrible company they make, too," he replied, smiling at her. "You want a drink?"
"I'm good," she said. "I don't need to be drunk to have sex with you. You, on the other hand..."
She motioned to the glass in his hand.
"Yeah, right," he said. Julia was grinning from ear to ear. "You know better. Just trying to decompress from a long day."
"I think... I might be able to help with that," she said, sliding off the hot tub and walking toward him.
"Yeah?" he replied. "What'd you have in mind?"
"I think it would be easier to show you, don't you?"
He didn't answer; he simply watched as Julia dropped to her knees in front of him, making quick work of his belt and zipper. Less than two minutes after she'd come outside, she had his dick buried in her mouth.
"Jesus, Jules," Tim said. "You do that so well."
"You taught me," she replied, and went back to bobbing up and down on his cock. She was right - when they'd first begun this arrangement, Julia hadn't been very good at blowjobs. She was raised Southern Baptist, and that meant nothing besides strict missionary position, and even then, only after marriage. By the time she got over that, she was in college and had found the one male in America who matched the strict ideals she'd just given up - he wouldn't let her go down on him. Tim always thought he should track down this person and revoke his man card - anyone who turns down a blowjob from a woman as hot as Julia Waters didn't deserve to share a species with Tim.
Anyway, she had stayed with the dumbass throughout the rest of her undergraduate program, and she'd taken a year off of men after that ended. There had been a couple other guys, but by the time she and Tim began hooking up, she still didn't have a lot of experience in the oral department.
Even a year and a half ago, though, what she'd lacked in ability, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Tim was more than willing to guide her and help her learn what he liked and didn't like, and now that she knew what she was doing, that enthusiasm simply made her one of the best he'd ever been with.
Julia constantly made eye contact with Tim as she systematically moved her mouth up and down on his rod. He grabbed a handful of her dark hair in either hand and simulated fucking her face. In reality, he was controlling the tempo a little bit, but not enough that Julia wouldn't be able to stop if he started thrusting too deep.
There was no such thing as too deep tonight, however. Sometimes, she struggled to take him down her throat, but tonight wasn't one of those times. She was sliding his cock as far back as it would go with relative ease, and Tim knew he was getting close.
"Stop for a sec, babe," Tim said, and started working on her dress even before she started to pull back. It was probably a different brown dress than she'd worn yesterday, but it looked exactly the same. Within 10 seconds, it was laying in a pile underneath Julia's knees, leaving her only wearing a black thong and a matching sheer bra. Nice touch, Tim noted.
As her lips engulfed his dick once more, he reached around to her back and disposed of her bra. After rubbing her back for a minute - something she loved anytime, whether there was sex involved or not - he reached around her arms and grabbed what he could of her breasts, pawing at them and squeezing them.
"You want to fuck my titties, baby?" Julia asked, pulling off his cock.
"I'm pretty sure I've never said no to that," he replied, and with that, his dick was sandwiched between Julia's beautiful C-cup breasts. "Oh, God, your tits feel awesome wrapped around my dick."
"I know," she replied. "You just love feeling your hard dick in between these nice, big, natural titties, don't you?"
Tim groaned a positive response. He hadn't told her much about his past - nothing specifically about Leira - but he had complained several times about women he'd dated that had surgically enhanced themselves, Leira included. Julia knew that of all the things he liked about her body, the fact that all of it was hers was probably his favorite thing, so she used that often when talking dirty.
Julia pressed her tits together, providing a nice deep tunnel to slide Tim's cock in and out of. He couldn't really fuck her tits while sitting down, but she was more than willing to do most of the work. Every so often, she leaned down to take him back in her mouth, lubing him up so he would slide more easily between her breasts.
She was pushing him to the brink again, so Tim pulled her up and turned her to the side. She stood to the right side of the chair and bent over the arm, taking his cock back in her mouth. He pulled her thong to one side and roughly thrust two fingers into her pussy.
"Oh, baby, I'm already so wet, just from sucking this cock," she cried out, but he didn't pay attention - he just kept sawing his fingers in and out of her pussy. She groaned, and the extra vibrations around his dick drove him wild.
They continued like that for five or 10 more minutes, until Julia had a mini-orgasm and soaked Tim's fingers.
"You ready to get fucked?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Out here?" she asked, nodding.
"No," Tim said, taking Julia's hand and pulling her inside the house. She thought they were headed toward the bed, but he spun her around and pushed her up against the glass of the huge window. He quickly removed her thong.
"Holy fuck, this window is cold, Tim," she complained.
"I figured," he replied, bending his knees low enough to place the tip of his dick against her lips. "Let's warm it up, shall we?"
Without waiting for a response, he thrust his hips forward, sinking himself into Julia's sopping pussy with one stroke. With his right palm on her back, he pressed her upper body flat against the window as he stroked in and out of her pussy. She had her back arched enough that he could still get a good angle into her pussy, but anyone who was looking would get a nice view of Julia's breasts pressed flat against the glass.
"You like that, baby?" Tim asked. "You like my dick pounding your pussy while your nipples press into the window?"
"Oh, fuck," she replied. "I love it when you take me standing up."
"Your pussy is so damn tight anyway, but this makes it even tighter," he said.
"Good," Julia replied, "because I'm not going to last too long right now."
"Me either, baby," he fired back. "You damn near made me cum twice outside."
She didn't reply to that, and Tim set to work fucking her as hard and as deeply as he possibly could. His thighs caught fire in this position, since he had to almost crouch to get low enough to hammer up inside her. Just the thought of her erupting all over his cock was enough for him to fight through it, however.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, turning her head to the side and forcefully attacking her lips with his own as he continued to pump his hips. He knew Julia loved it when he did this - looking deep into her eyes, sharing one of those intense soul-searching kisses. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tim knew exactly why she loved it so much. This heightened state of physical arousal, the naked emotion of that moment right before a shared orgasm - that was the one moment where Tim could admit he felt it, too.
Tim couldn't even feel his legs at this point, but he didn't care. He shifted gears and pistoned his cock in and out of Julia's pussy as rapidly as this awkward position would allow. It was doing something for her, though - she was moaning even as they both fought to keep their lips from pulling apart.
Her groans climbed the pitch scale, and pretty soon, she was whimpering into his mouth. He couldn't remember anything more erotic - ever. Soon, the sporadic whimpers turned into one long torrent of sound; she'd have been screaming at the top of her lungs if their mouths weren't locked together.
Tim felt a sharp stab of pain as Julia bit down hard on his lower lip, but the sudden rush of warmth that engulfed his cock as her orgasm slammed into her tempered the sting a little bit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he kept fucking up into her. Just a few seconds after Julia's orgasm, Tim growled back into her mouth as he joined her, unleashing a load deep into her pussy that had been building since last night's shower.
It didn't take long for either of them to come down off their matching physical and emotional highs, and the reality of what they'd been doing hit both of them simultaneously. Julia immediately sagged against the window, and the fire that had been burning in Tim's thighs five minutes before suddenly roared back to life, making him wince. Tim didn't want to pull out, and he could tell by looking that Julia didn't want him to either, but gravity was about to have its way, and it was going to be a lot less painful if they weren't connected at the crotch.
Julia had been sweating throughout the brief session against the window, and she began sliding down the slick window in a hurry. Tim jerked himself out of her pussy and reached down to catch her just before she hit the ground, slowly lowering her to the carpet instead. He fell backwards onto his ass next to her.
The way she'd landed, Julia was facing the window and the deck with her back to Tim. She didn't see the way he stared at her gloriously naked body, the way his eyes bored holes through the gentle curve of her hips, the way he mentally licked up and down the back of her arm, across her shoulders and onto her neck. She didn't see when he moved his hand to rub the soft slope of her stomach.
In mid motion, however, his mind flashed back to a similar moment he'd shared in a ski lodge in the Adirondacks a few years back. Then, there had been a sauna on the other side of the sliding glass doors, but the deja vu hit him like the proverbial ton of bricks. Leira's figure was slightly more trim than Julia's, and her hair was long and blonde as opposed to short and dark, but everything else was the same.
His reflection visibly flinched as he quickly snapped his arm back, almost like an invisible flame had torched it somewhere between his body and Julia's, still lying invitingly in front of him. Almost involuntarily, he jumped to his feet. He wasn't about to abandon her again, but the memories were just too much.
"Do you want something to drink?" he asked.
"No," she replied, almost so softly that Tim couldn't hear her. "Not right now."
He nodded. "I promise, I will be right back," he said. "My mouth is so dry right now, my tongue is damn near stuck to the roof. Just let me get a drink from the bathroom."
He thought he saw a subtle nod, and he turned to head into the bathroom. He closed the door, turned the spigot on the cold water up as far as it would go, and quickly splashed water on his face. He hoped if he doused himself enough, the water would wash away the image, one of dozens he wished would fade away forever. He was able to take the tiniest bit of comfort in the fact that while he'd noted the differences between Leira's body, laying there in front of him almost four years ago, and Julia's body still laying just 20 feet away, he didn't find Leira any more attractive than Julia. Later, when he wasn't thinking about the past, that recollection would make him very happy. For now, though, he just wanted everything gone.
For good measure, Tim made a quick pass through his mouth with his toothbrush, drank a little bit of water from the faucet - his mouth really was dry - then headed back into the bedroom. Julia was still lying on the floor, though now her head was propped up on her hands as she watched him exit the bathroom.
"Are you OK?" Tim asked, kneeling next to her.
"I'm going to be sore tomorrow," she said.
"Hey, you and me both, hon," he replied, pounding his thighs with both fists for emphasis.
"Tim?" she asked without looking up at him.
"Yeah?"
"We need to talk," she replied. Something happened to Tim's stomach then - an equal mix of adrenaline, butterflies and good, old-fashioned fear was the best way to describe it.
He extended a hand to her and stood up. "Let's go outside."
Julia took his hand and let him do most of the lifting as he pulled her to her feet. She walked through the glass door - they hadn't bothered closing it when they came inside - and Tim followed her up the steps and into the scorching 106-degree water of the hot tub. They usually sat across from each other as they chatted, but this time, she pulled him down into the seat next to her. She'd found a jet and moaned happily as it worked its magic on her taut back muscles.
"You know, I'm pretty good at that," Tim said.
"Really?" she replied. "That wouldn't violate the terms of our friendship?" She pretty much spat out the last word - Tim caught that immediately.
"No," he said. "What's a little back rub between friends?"
"Is that all we are, Tim?" Julia asked. "Still just friends?" She held his eyes for two or three seconds before dropping them back to her lap.
"Yes," Tim said, trying to remove the hesitation he felt from his voice. "I'm sorry, Julia. Right now, that's all I can do."
"That's all you'll let yourself do," she said, softly enough that she could feign like she didn't intend for him to hear it, even though they both knew she did.
"What?"
"I could see you in the window, Tim," she said. "I saw the way you looked at me just now. I saw your arm move."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Tim said, breaking the eye contact Julia had re-established.
"You want to be affectionate," she continued, not even acknowledging his obvious lie. "Sure, you want the sex, but now, you want what comes after it. It was never like that before, but it's been that way for a couple of months now. Why won't you let yourself?"
Tim said nothing. He knew she wasn't going to let it drop, but honestly, he had no response.
"What happened?" she asked. "You were about to touch me, and you pulled your arm back like I bit you. Something made you do that."
Again, he had no response. He hadn't even thought about the glass. He'd seen himself flinch in the window - of course, there was no reason Julia hadn't seen everything as well.
"I know you don't want to talk about it," she said. "And you know I would normally never bug you about it."
She moved over and knelt in front of him in the middle of the hot tub, her chin barely staying above the water.
"Tim," she said, "you know I want to be more than friends with you, right?"
Tim nodded automatically. She'd never said it before, but she'd never had to.
"And I think you want that, too."
Tim didn't respond to that - negatively or positively.
"I'm ready," she said. "Hell, I've been ready for a long time. But something is stopping you from meeting me there. Maybe if you tell me what it is, I can help you deal with it and move on."
Tim wanted to. He had wanted to tell her so many times. Just like he wanted to let her ride home with him from work, and he wanted to hold her and cuddle with her after sex. In the end, those situations were too familiar and too painful. By comparison, talking about what had happened with Leira would blow those out of the water.
"I can't, Julia," he said, and his stomach dropped as he watched disappointment blanket her face.
"You can't, what?" she asked. "You can't talk to me about it, or you can't be more than friends?"
"Both." He didn't look at her when he said it. He heard the water slosh as she moved, but he didn't feel her presence return to his side. Finally, Tim looked up to see her sitting across from him. "Not right now."
"When, Tim?" she asked, sounding flabbergasted. "This has been between us since we met. You've never wanted to talk about it, and you've never wanted to change our relationship. I don't even want to know the when, Tim. At this point, I just want to know if. I want to know if you're ever going to get there."
"I don't know," he replied.
"Do you want to?" she asked.
Tim tried to say something, but the words wouldn't form. More accurately, the word wouldn't form. It was a simple word - three letters, something he probably said a thousand times a day. But for whatever reason, he couldn't make it 1,001.
"I don't know," he said again.
She stared back at him for a few seconds, then broke into a wide grin. "You are SO full of shit," she said.
"Umm.. what?" Tim replied. "I mean, I'll grant you the premise and all, but..."
She laughed and stood up, quickly exiting the hot tub while he watched her naked body attentively. Tim had brought two towels out before she'd arrived, and she wrapped one around her waist and the other around her chest, leaving none for him.
"You're so full of shit, the water in there is brown," she said. "I had to get out before it started screwing with my skin tone."
Tim said nothing. She was right, and they both knew it.
"I'll be in the shower when you want to get out," she said, and walked toward the door. Before she got in the house, she turned around. "And, no, Mr. Porn Star Wanna-be, I'm not doing anything in there. I'm way too tender for that, thanks to you. But, I'll be in there when you're ready."
He watched her walk through the door, her perfect ass cheeks bouncing slightly simply from the motion of it. Even with the orgasm he'd just had minutes before, he felt himself get hard.
Had things changed between them with just that little conversation?
Tim didn't know. |
Fox and Guests Pt. 02D | 17,218 | 4.68 | 731,787 | [] | **Part 02D
Rob watches Buddy & Sally Fuck and is surprised by Laura at Home**
*Authors Note: Once again a story was rejected saying that the two oldest children of Father Knows Best weren't 18. I even sent them proof, but it was still rejected. Here is a replacement story which was moved up from future stories.*
\*
Rob slipped back into the office after a meeting with Alan Brady and stopped dead in his tracks. There on the sofa leaning over the arm of the sofa was Sally Rogers, her tight red dress was pulled up around her waist and Buddy was pounding away at her from behind.
Sally tore at the tight top of her dress and pulled it down to her waist. Rob was shocked on just how large her tits were even as they were confined in her black lacy bra.
Buddy slowed his fucking of her from behind and with a quick flick if his fingers, popped open her bra. It slid down her arms and Buddy's hands were cupping the large white orbs and tugged at her stiff nipples. Buddy slipped out of Sally and standing her up pulled her dress off and her panties came with it.
Sally stood before Buddy, her lush body and tousled blonde curly hair was looking exceptional. She slowly slipped to her knees and removed Buddy's shoes and socks along with his pants and shorts that were already down around his knees. Urging him onto the sofa, she crawled between his thighs and immediately took his slime covered cock into her mouth. She swallowed it whole; it was barely five inches long, but very thick.
Buddy's hands were digging into her hair as he guided her mouth up and down on his cock. He was about to cum, but knew if he did, he'd be through. Reluctantly he pulled her from his cock and pulled her to the sofa. He dove in-between her thighs and began lapping away at her natural blonde bush. His hands cradled her lush ass in his hands as he munched away at her pussy.
Rob could not resist the urge, unzipping his pants, he pulled his cock out. Seeing he was so tall, it wasn't a surprise his cock matched his height. He fisted his nearly ten inch cock and stroked it as he watched Buddy eat Sally's cunt.
Sally wrapped her womanly thighs around his head and squeezing tight, came all over his face.
Buddy stroked his cock while he struggled to breath with Sally squeezing his head. He finally felt her release his head and climbing up shoved his cock into her dripping cunt.
Rob continued stroking his huge cock as he watched in amazement as Buddy pumped in and out of Sally's pretty pussy. He watched Sally's large tits sway from side to side as Buddy pounded in and out of her. He looked up and caught Sally gazing at his huge cock and licked her lips motioned for him to come over to her, he knew she wanted to suck it. He stuffed it back in his pants and hurried out of the office, out the building and down to the train.
Back in the office Buddy unable to keep up the pace slipped out of Sally and flopped down on the sofa. Sally rolled over and climbing up on Buddy reverse cowgirl, she reached down and slipped his cock into her weeping pussy. She rode him hard and fast.
All of a sudden the office door sprung open and Mel Cooley came rushing into the office. He stopped, stunned at the sight before him; "What the fuck is going on in here! I was wondering why Rob tore out of here in a panic, I now see why!"
Buddy looked up at Mel; "Baldy, cover your head, I already have two moons staring me in the face!" He slapped Sally's tight ass cheeks; "I don't need to see that bald head of yours. Get the fuck out of here and we'll call you when we are done!"
He turned to leave and Sally stopped him; "Mel stop, it seems you like what you see. Drop those pants and bring that bulge you have over here and let me suck it!"
A stunned Mel silently moved over to Sally, dropped his pants and she let out a groan as she stared at a cock between the size of Buddy's and Rob's. It was about seven inches long and slim.
Sally slowed her riding of Buddy's cock and leaning down took Mel into her mouth. She got into a good rhythm and was servicing both men. Her saliva was dripping down chin as she slurped up his cock.
Buddy slipped a finger into Sally's tight asshole and as his cock slid in and out of her pussy, his finger loosened her asshole.
Sally was close to cumming again, she pulled her mouth off of Mel's cock and quickly spinning around on Buddy's cock, she fed him her tits as she leaned over. Whipping her head around she looked back at Mel; "Come on Mel, fuck my ass, I need to feel both of you in me at the same time.
Mel kicked off his pants and shorts and sliding in behind her found her puckered hole. In one swift thrust, popped past her tight ring and slipped into her tight hole.
Sally was sweating from every pore as she rode Buddy's cock and pushed back against Mel's invading cock. Buddy sucked like a madman on her tits. While Mel gripped Sally by her curly blonde hair and twisting her head around, Mel covered her mouth with his own. She drove her tongue into his mouth and let out a groan when she felt Buddy begin shooting his hot cum into her pussy.
Sally twisted and ground her cunt hard against Buddy and started to cum too. She let out a louder scream when she felt Mel's cock erupt and begin filling her bowels with his thick hot cum.
Mel pounded her ass and reaching around mauled her sweaty tits as he shot spurt after hot spurt of cum into her tight ass. Exhausted he slipped out of her and fell to the sofa beside the dozing Buddy.
Sally slipped off of Buddy and slipping to her knees began licking the two cum coated cocks before her
Rob reached the train to New Rochelle and flopping down in his seat. He kept seeing the scene in his head, all he could see was Sally's lush naked body being eaten by Buddy and his huge cock began to stiffen again. His hand slid down to his crotch and slowly rubbed the bulge in his pants and he let out a tiny groan. He looked up and a young college girl was staring at his pants and he crossed his legs immediately trying to hide his bulge.
She chuckled and leaning down whispered; "I'd love to see what you do with that monster when you finally unleash it!"
Embarrassed Rob was glad the train arrived at his stop; he quickly excused himself and headed to the exit. As he left the train he heard several of the college girls laughing and giggling. He was happy they didn't exit the train with him and he rushed to the parking lot where his car was. Hopping in, he placed his head on the steering wheel and took a deep cleansing breath trying to settle down his nerves. His mind drifted back to Sally and Buddy and reaching down he stroked his stiff cock once again. He pulled it out and stroked just imagining Sally sucking on his cock. Shaking his head he stuffed his stiff cock back in his pants, started the car and headed out of the parking lot muttering to himself; "Look out Laura, I'm going to strip those sexy tight capri pants off you and fuck the shit out of you as soon as I walk in the door!"
He pulled in the driveway, getting home nearly three hours earlier than normal, he just couldn't stay at the office watching Buddy fucking Sally, he couldn't wait to get in the house and into Laura's tight pussy.
Bursting in the door he stopped dead in his tracks, there in the livingroom was his gorgeous slim, trim and stacked bride, naked as the day she was born. Laura was on her knees on the sofa, her shoulder length chocolate brown haired head was buried between their neighbor, Millie's wide spread legs.
Millie was just as naked as Laura; her petite body was shaking while Laura sucked loudly at her completely bare pussy.
Behind Laura was Jerry, Millie's husband, he was plowing furiously in and out of Laura's fur lined pussy. He could hear Laura squealing as she lapped away at Millie; "Oh yeah Jerry, fuck me, fuck me good and hard! I love how you fat cock feels in my cunt! I wish Rob would fuck me like this!"
Rob screamed out; "LAURA! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
Laura instantly jumped up off the couch, she pulled off of Jerry and swiped the cum from her lips and chin with the back of her hand. A thick trickle of her cum was running down her slim thighs, her dark tiny bush was completely saturated in her juices. She looked up at Rob with a shocked look on her face and blurted out; "OHHHHHHHHHHHH ROBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!" and went running into the bedroom.
Jerry and Millie flopped down on the sofa and pulled the throw blanket the Petrie's had on the back of the sofa over their sweaty naked bodies.
Rob looked down at his neighbors and shook his head; "How long has this been going on Jerry?"
Jerry grimaced at him; "Well Rob, its been going on for about two months now. Laura loves you and from what she says she loves your big long cock, but you're always working and never have time for her, she's lonely and just needed a little attention. One thing led to another, first between Millie and Laura, I caught them together one afternoon in our bedroom and the next thing I knew, I was naked too joining them, we're really sorry Rob, but we love you both and were just trying to console her and things got out of hand. After that we just couldn't stop, we wanted to tell you and hopefully have you join us, you can't believe how hot it has been, sorry again!"
Rob looked over at Millie Helper and she was smiling up at Rob; "What's so funny Millie?" She pulled her naked arm lout from under the blanket and pointed to Rob's crotch; "That Rob, it seems you liked what you were watching huh?"
He covered his hard-on with his hands and shook his head from side to side; ""No Millie, that isn't the case. At work I walked in on Buddy and Sally fucking, I left and hurried home to jump Laura. I realized I've been neglecting her and came home early to rectify that and look what I walked in on!"
Millie was still smiling as she slowly let the blanket slowly slip from her slim naked upper body. Her extremely firm and small A cup tits were turned upward and were just begging to be sucked on and played with. Her hand slipped under the blanket and wrapped her slim fingers around Jerry's cum coated cum. She stroked it several times and pulling her hand out, raised it to her lips and sucked Laura's cum juices from her fingers. Looking at Rob with those large dark eyes she let out a long groan; "Mmmmmm Rob, I just love how Laura tastes, want to try some or should I go and get her so we all can test her pussy out here in the open. Maybe you'd like to try out my pussy, Laura says it's sweet and tangy, wanna try?" She slid the blanket from her naked body, planted the heels of her feet on the edge of the sofa and slowly parted her legs exposing her bare pussy, it was still glistening from Laura's saliva along with her own juices that seeped form her pussy!"
Jerry leaned over and spreading her legs even further, reached down and began petting her pussy. Reaching up he sucked his fingertips; "Mmmm yes Rob, almost as good as Laura's, but tasting another man's wife's pussy always makes it tastes even better!"
Rob stood there and not taking his eyes off of Millie's soaked pussy began to strip. Off came his suit coat, tie and then his shirt. Kicking his shoes off, he dropped his pants and yanked down his boxers. Pulling off his socks he stroked his huge cock and Millie's eyes nearly popped out of her head; "Oh my god Jerry, I guess Laura wasn't kidding!"
Laura quietly came out of the bedroom; a baby pink ankle length quilted housecoat covered her sexy body. She looked from the naked Rob to the equally naked Millie and biting her lower lip whispered out; "What wasn't I kidding about Millie?"
She pointed to Rob's still stiffening cock; "That Laura, you said he had a big cock, but a woman always thinks her husband's cock is large, you were NOT kidding!"
Rob looked at the red eyed Laura and crooked his finer towards her; "Come here Laura!"
She slowly walked over to her and grabbing her by the arm, Rob pulled Laura to his naked body and gave her a rough punishing kiss. When he broke the kiss, he reached for the robe with both hands and with one swift jerk, ripped the robe open. After yanking it open and slipping it off her slim, lush body, he pulled her back to his slim body, Rob kissed her hard again, his hands mauling her incredibly tight compact ass. His fingers separated her ass cheeks and finding her puckered hole, quickly shoved a fingers in up to the second knuckle.
Laura let out a loud groan and arched her back; "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Robbbbbbbbbb!"
Roughly pushing her away from his body he placed his hands on her shoulders and urged her to her knees, she allowed him to guide her to her knees and gripping the back of her head, he fed her his stiff cock.
Laura opened her mouth and looking up at him with those large brown eyes, they were pleading, but he wouldn't relent. Pulling her forward and shoving his hips towards her, his long slim cock entered her mouth. Gripping her thick dark brown locks he began to fuck her mouth. Deeper and deeper his cock went and as her mouth was gaping open, he roughly began fucking her mouth and throat.
Laura was used to taking his huge cock deep in her throat, but never this roughly. Her eyes began to tear up, but refused to let up. Laura loved Rob's cock in her mouth, but with all the long hours at work, this was too far and way too few between. Saliva was dripping down her chin and it dropped down to her tight and extremely firm C cup tits.
Rob suddenly pulled his cock from her mouth and he moved over to Millie. She too was turned on by what Rob was doing to Laura. She was draped over Jerry; her lips were stretched wide over his very thick, but a lot shorter cock than Rob's. Rob spread open her slim, petite legs and dove down and began munching on her completely bare pussy. Turning back to Laura, he locked eyes with hers and said one word; "Suck!"
Laura crawled over to Rob and seeing he was on his knees, she flipped onto her back and scurrying between his legs arched her back and took his cock back into her mouth. Her throat was instantly filled when Rob began thrusting his hips downward. Laura reached up and grabbed Rob's ass cheeks and pulled him harder against her face. Her lips and tongue began to suck and lick viciously and Rob was so excited he started cumming down her throat. Laura swallowed as fast as she could and continued to suck and coax every last drop Rob had to give her.
Rob let out a growl as he dumped his load down his gorgeous bride's throat. He pulled his mouth off of Millie's pussy just after she started cumming and whipped her mouth off of Jerry's cock. Rob flopped down onto the carpeted floor beside Laura and rested his back against the sofa. Looking over to Laura, she looked at him with apprehension. Rob reached out and swept a stray lock of hair from her cheek, leaning down he planted a soft kiss on her lips; "I'm so sorry Laura, I don't blame you for searching out to our neighbors for attention. I just wished you would have come to me and voiced your concerns to me!"
Laura kissed him back; "Oh Rob, I'm the one who is sorry! I know you've been under a lot of pressure with Alan and the show, I just didn't want to add any more problems for you to deal with."
"I understand Laura, but do you think me coming home early and finding this in our living room isn't adding more for me to deal with than you pulling me aside one evening and letting me know I've been neglecting you?"
She smiled and giggled; "Ohhhhhh Robbbbbbbbbbb! You have to agree it was a satisfying end to an ongoing issue!"
Rob shook his head from side to side; "Oh I don't think so Laura! From what I see I have a lot of sucking and fucking to do with Millie before I catch up with you, don't you agree Millie?"
Millie nodded vigorously and when Rob grabbed her hand and pulled her down beside him, she immediately let out a long quiet moan and allowed Rob to guide her mouth down to his cock. She licked up and down the long slim cock and sucked first one ball, then the other into her mouth while her tiny hand pumped up and down his cock.
Laura watched as her best friend and weekday lover suck on her husband's huge cock, she started playing with her pussy. All of a sudden someone was pushing her hand away and it was replaced with a long tongue and an active pair of lips. Jerry had slipped down and parting Laura's long shapely thighs he began to munch on her dripping fur pie.
Rob watched his best friend eat his wife's pussy and he wanted some of that too. With Millie's mouth enveloping his cock, he spun her around and lifting her tiny petite body, Rob spun her around and with her legs wrapping around his head he dove down into her bare dripping cunt. He slowly rose up and with Millie still sucking his cock and with her legs wrapped around his neck he walked into the bedroom. He stood beside the bed and didn't want to break this erotic act and have it end, not even a second to lay her down on the bed.
Millie's short dark hair hung down to the middle of his thighs and she continued to bob up and down on his cock, she fought like crazy, but was still incapable of taking his entire cock down her throat.
Rob had his arms wrapped around her waist as he lapped away at her pussy and finding her clit flicked it back and forth over and over again and was rewarded with a mouthful of her creamy hot cum. He got another mouthful when he shoved first one, then a second finger into her quaking cunt. She nearly passed out when he shoved his thumb into her tight ass and she went right into another orgasm.
Millie let out a scream as she continued to cum, she pulled her mouth off his cock, it was dripping with her thick throat saliva and it ran across her cheek and onto her forehead; "Oh please Rob, throw me on the bed and shove this monster in my hot juicy cunt!"
Rob leaned over the bed and gently placed Millie's tiny body on the bed. He spun her around and still standing beside the bed grabbed Millie's slim legs and planting them over his shoulders he lined his cock up with her pussy and pushing forward he watched her tiny cuntlips separate and begin to gobble up his cock. Inch by inch he fed his cock into her and her head was rolling from side to side as she tensed up, blocked him from shoving any further into her.
Rob licked his fingers and when he found her clit, he began to pet it with his thumb and index finger. This caused Millie to jump and all of a sudden she released her tension allowing Rob to resume shoving his long cock into her. When his balls rested against her tiny ass, he knew he was all the way in her. His hands slid up and down her legs and spreading them even wider began to fuck her tight wet pussy faster and harder.
Millie urged him on by meeting his thrusts with ones of her own. She tensed up again, but this time as she came around Rob's cock. She drenched his cock with her hot creamy juices.
Just then the bedroom door opened and Jerry led Laura into the room. They flopped down on the other bed seeing they had two beds in the room. As Laura lay there Jerry climbed up onto the bed and cradling her head, shoved his fat cock into her mouth. Laura looked over at Rob with his cock still buried in Millie completely drenched in her juices, Laura began sucking and licking Jerry's cock faster and faster as she watched Rob continue to fuck Millie.
Laura let out a moan when Jerry pulled out of her and pushed her flat on her back. He climbed up between her legs and in one swift thrust, buried his thick cock deep in her pussy. She instantly wrapped her long shapely legs around his hips and kicking his ass urged him to go faster and harder.
On the other bed Rob had now climbed up on the bed and pulled Millie over on top and she rode him as she watched her husband fuck Laura like a man possessed. Rob reached up and began playing with her tits and he matched Millie's thrusts with ones of his own. He dropped his hands down to her ass and lifted her up and down on his cock and he couldn't hold off any longer and began to shoot his heavy load deep in her cunt.
Millie felt him shooting his hot cum in her pussy and she let out a groan and started cumming too.
When Jerry saw Rob cumming in his wife, he lost it too and started cumming in Laura's hot cunt. He came and came and came. He filled her pussy with his cum and it began to leak out of her pussy.
Laura tightened her legs around his body as she came when she felt him filling her pussy. She bit down on his shoulder when he twisted her tight nipples and made her orgasm even more intense.
Jerry slowly rolled off of Laura and he fell to the bed beside her. On the other bed Millie climbed off of Rob and slid over to the other bed and began kissing Laura.
Rob staggered out of the room and went into the kitchen for a couple of beers for Jerry and himself. When he reentered the room he stopped dead in his tracks as he watched Millie and Laura locked in an intense sixty-nine. They both lapped at each other's cunts. They both were sucking the cum the other's husbands had just deposited there.
Jerry grabbed the beer with one hand as he stroked his thick cock with the other one. It was already hard again and Rob's cock was rapidly getting stiff too. Rob and Jerry managed to twist the women around and as they continued to eat one another, they were lying crossways on the bed.
Jerry stood on one side of the bed and Rob was on the other. Ron quickly entered Millie who was on top and began fucking her. He could feel Laura's tongue licking his cock and balls while he fucked Millie.
On the other side Jerry had Laura's legs hanging off the bed and he squeezed in and slipped his cock back into her pussy while Millie continued to lick her pussy and his thick cock. Millie let out a loud scream when she felt Rob pull his cock out of her pussy and began shoving it into her tight puckered asshole.
Rob held her tight ass cheeks apart as he slowly slipped inch after inch into her tight ass and he knew he wasn't going to last long when he felt Laura sucking on his swollen balls even harder. He let loose his cum onto Millie's ass when he felt Laura's slim finger enter his ass. Once spent he slipped out of Millie's ass and staggered to the empty bed behind him, he watched in awe as his lovely slut wife began sucking the suck that oozed out of Millie's asshole.
Laura stopped just a second to lock eyes with Rob and just as she blew him a kiss, she felt Jerry dumping another load in her pussy. As soon as Jerry slipped out, Millie returned to sucking Laura's cream filled cunt. Millie ate Laura until all of Jerry's cum had disappeared and Laura flooded Millie's mouth with yet another load of her tangy cum.
Millie rolled off of Laura and after a few minutes Laura staggered off the bed and climbed up onto the bed with Rob. Rob planted a soft kiss on her lips and smiled down at her; "My god Laura, that was intense, what do we do for an encore?"
She giggled and gave him a hot soul searching kiss; "Oh Rob, I think we need to invite our new neighbors down the street over for a barbeque. From what I've heard he plays football for the New York Giants and his wife is a cheerleader too."
"Sounds great Laura, do you think they will be anything like Millie and Jerry?"
She smiled back at him; "I sure hope so, oh one other thing Rob, they're black!"
He kissed her hard as he began playing with her tits and pussy; "Mmmmmm, I'd love to see you take a big black cock in you and I'd love to eat a black pussy, my god Laura, you've turned our little bedroom community into a den of swingers!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Robbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb!" |
Matt Becomes Mattie Ch. 05 | 68,161 | 4.56 | 510,697 | [
"crossdressing",
"lingerie",
"femdom",
"panties",
"queening",
"submission",
"bondage",
"lesbian",
"watersports"
] | The rest of the weekend was fabulous. I will not go into all the details here, unless you ask me to, except that we had a wonderfully relaxing time. The food and hotel were good and the room warm and comfortable with a lovely bathroom. We took some walks, a short visit to antique shops, but most of the time was spent reading, watching naughty DVDs, and for me a lot of time pleasing Jo while she sat on the Stool, or being pleased by her on the Tower. One of the things I noted was that she was quite excited by a very dark-haired girl with a firm pair of 36D breasts and very feminine. She had been one of the customers in the restaurant.
Each morning started with Jo on top of me to bring her morning pleasure and then she would take me in bed from behind. We got to swim and that was a nice feeling, being in a pool as a woman in a swimsuit. This was before Sunday lunch and it triggered off a new experience and something different for me.
We had a very nice lunch, not too heavy, as it was lovely roasted salmon and a salad, followed by raspberries, one of my favourite fruits. We weren't going anywhere so we had a couple of glasses of champagne and a nice bottle of Chablis. We got back to the suite, having tidied that up by the way before we had left the suite, and everything had been duly serviced.
Joanna mentioned that we should perhaps take a nap and then a quiet afternoon reading; I knew what this would mean. However, she wanted immediate service as she needed to do something. I was asked to put the futon mat down in the bathroom and get out the Stool and place it on top of the mat. I was then to take of my dress that I was wearing.
I duly complied, undressed, and went into the bathroom and got into position, waiting to serve her.
Joanna came in naked except for her black bra and I was surprised to see her wearing my panties from last night, the cream and grey ones.
"I've been wearing them since we went swimming as I wanted to mingle us together. They are a tad large for me though."
She came across and got into her position, still in the panties, and pressed down into me so I could inhale us both. She was pretty wet and urged me to take her in through her panties using my nose and by pressing the tongue again. It wasn't long before she was cumming into the panties and I could feel the fabric getting very wet. She continued sitting there letting me inhale her for some 10 minutes, while she wound down.
I could see Joanna's fingers go into each side of the panties and she wriggled them off presenting her naked bottom to me. She turned around on the stool so her cunt was right above me.
"I had a little too much wine at lunch, and all that water.........." And as her words trailed off, she released herself onto my mouth.
"Open you mouth wide, Mattie, and drink me in. We can't flood the bathroom floor." Her yellow pee came streaming out, soaking my head and then settled on streaming into my mouth. I took her in and drunk as much as I could, swallowing her as quickly as I could. It was tart but not too bad; we had never, ever, done this before and I had no idea she had an interest in pee-play.
"Now clean me up, Mattie, my little toilet gurl." My tongue went to work as she nestled her pussy area onto me and soon I could taste her familiar cum mixing into the pee smell and taste and then coming through to dominate it." She came once more, this time even harder than her first one.
"God, I enjoyed that Mattie, you were wonderful. Let's get you cleaned up and maybe we can have that quick nap."
This Bedfordshire, birthday weekend was something very special and one that I will remember for my life.
Back to our cottage, we resumed normal life as life could ever be normal in our household. Joanna was pretty busy at work and I had the extension to the house to manage as things were coming to a head there and there was a fair amount of chaos and mess in our bathroom. On top of this, I had a project to complete for my old company; it was fun to do but I realised my heart wasn't in at as it used to be. All of this didn't really impact on our sex life and, in that, we continued on revelling in each other and using our newly acquired furniture when we could.
Joanna was marvelous and fussed around me about taking my two hormones and in getting my full sleep. I hadn't felt that much happening in my body, an occasional twang and itch in my breasts near my nipples and that was all. I went into my GP twice and our doctor was great. She took blood pressure and blood results each time and sent them over to the Clinic.
Joanna and I went to the Clinic for my first check-up and that went off well and I received another oestrogen booster injection. The effects of that I did immediately sense in my breasts and I also felt some tightening in my testicles; change was evidently afoot, patience was the name of the game. Dr. Curtis and Sharon both asked if we had told family, which we hadn't because of everything else on and we made a promise to do so before the next session.
I had given this a lot of thought and I know Joanna had done as well and in which order to tackle the family. I had one inspiration and that was to tell someone close to us, but who wasn't family and see how they would react. Joanna thought this was a good idea but which of our friends. I suggested Louise, our gardener.
"She's been working for us for a couple of years and she knows us both. She is pretty bright and bubbly and she will need to know. If she reacts adversely it isn't the end of the world though, personally, I wouldn't want to lose her as she knows her stuff and is very reliable."
"It's not a bad idea, Mattie. Both of us or one of us?"
"I can do it," I said, "You are so busy at the moment."
"True, ok, go for it." And Joanna gave me a kiss.
The chance came the following Tuesday as Louise was around to do some work and Joanna was travelling on work and the kids were off on sports activities and then dinner with a friend. It was the end of the afternoon and I offered her a drink.
"Well, a nice cup of tea would be great."
I made the tea and put out some cake. Louise was about 34 or 35 and still single, and she lived by herself. She had dark brown hair that came down to her shoulders and waved under. Her eyes were brown, a lovely face and she was about 5ft 5, so she was taller than Joanna but smaller than me. Her body was quite nice and curved from what one could see through her work clothes and she had a lovely tight bottom. She was I guessed a 34D, 26, 36. She was always bright and jovial and one could have a good conversation with her; she had a degree in politics, was fairly liberal, but had decided to focus a business with her love of gardening. She would make a lovely girlfriend for someone and I was always surprised that she didn't have someone in her life with her personality.
We chatted about the garden and how good it looked, and that Jo loved coming home to it. I knew I had to broach the subject.
"Louise, have you noticed anything different around here then."
"Well not really, though it's always you at home now and not Joann as it used to be, but that is life and managing change is part of it."
"You are right there. Any physical changes though?"
"Well again not really, though Joanna has had a hair re-style and yours seems to be getting much thicker, and dare I say it, your clothing has changed a bit. It seems a lot softer, more feminine, if I may say, but then you are now in casual mode and not in suits or blazers."
"You are right though, Louise. Can I bounce something difficult, some ideas and potential changes off you as implicitly Joanna and I trust you and I don't think you are one to walk out the door, though it may come as a surprise?"
Louise looked at me and smiled,
"Well what is it; do unload and I will listen; I am a pretty good listener."
Unload I did and Louise sat there, amazed, and took it all in with no major questions or interruptions. When I had finished, she opened up,
"Well I am somewhat stunned, but Matt, sorry Mattie, if that's what you two are, what you want, so be it, good luck to you both, and if I can help you all you have to do is let me know, even if it is something like baby sitting. I had a friend at university who was a crossdresser and he was one of my best friends, so I do know about what you face, well a little bit,"
She asked a number of questions on my background and the hormones and how far we wanted to take it and also about the children. We had a laugh about choosing and buying clothing and lingerie as well as going to the salons and that I should now dress more femininely when she was around
And she reiterated her help and support and,
"If we are putting our cards on the table, well then there is something that you should know."
"Want a glass of wine first as I need one!?"
"Well, yes perhaps! Got a glass of white?"
I got two glasses and a bottle and sat back down. Louise came out about her own sexual orientation and that she was, in fact, lesbian in her orientation, and always had been, though she had tried men but never had found a man that she could like and trust, or with someone where she could share her sexuality. She was like me, largely on the female side of a relationship and she went through some of her history. She said, smiling, she was a little envious of us. There was, though, no one in her life at the moment and she had not been with a woman for over two years.
A little spark went off in my head.
"How about coming around for supper, Louise, on the guise of a thank you from us for acting as our sounding board in a couple of nights and see how you get on with us and at the very least we two build our relationship further? I wouldn't mention what we have just chatted about to Joanna and I won't either, just see how you two get on and if you do, well who knows what we could plan to see if we can break your drought. As you probably know now Jo is bi and really can go both ways, as long as her 'male' side can play out."
"Yes, that would be nice and, at the least, it would be great to have two understanding women around this village."
"Well a 'no strings' supper and let's not commit to anything then and there. I may have a great idea for shortly afterwards though if you are both comfortable."
We wrapped up and Louise went on her way.
I phoned Joanna and said things had gone well and that we should move to the next stage and that I had invited her to supper in two days time, just to say thanks.
The evening with Louise went well; the kids liked her but went off to their rooms; we went around our bedroom and the new extension, both up and downstairs, in what had been one of the service buildings. We had a nice pasta supper and wine; conversation was relaxed and covered so many areas from gardening to advertising and local politics as well as shopping for lingerie. A lot of fun and when Louise left, she gave me a kiss and a wink of 'yes, she is nice.' Joanna also commented on what a great girl she was and how she liked her look, out of her gardening togs. I knew that Jo had an inherent weakness for curvy dark haired girls, as well as dark brunette-redheads...
We told all the family that weekend. The kids were, surprisingly, non-plussed and, so nicely, summarised it "as long as you both are our mummy and daddy or even two mummys that would be great" And as long as Daddy doesn't become as naggy as Mum, though he already is a lot more.
"Well my dears, I'm the one who has to clean up behind you and get you to do things, like your homework, on time."
We took both parental sets out and managed to get my two sisters, one with her partner, along with Jo's brother, his wife and one sister, whose hubbie was away for a sports event. I sighed a relief when I heard that as he could have been the awkward one being 'Mr. All Male.' We took a private room in the restaurant and I dressed largely in a male-female style and left my jewellery to a bare minimum; I even took my ear studs out as I didn't want to shock them all at the outset of the revelation; this wouldn't have been fair.
After we got through the main course, Jo asked for the staff to give us half an hour and for everybody's attention. I started my spiel about my younger years and then the attraction between Jo and me. And then into how we had swapped our job roles and how happy the family all were with the new 'arrangements.' I then dropped the bombshell about wanting to transit towards being more of a female and went into the differences of what is crossdressing, transgender and transsexual and the psychological summary of Dr. Curtis. We chose not to mention that I was already on hormones. I gave them a snapshot of where we had got to and that we were not going for a castration or surgical reassignment at this time and that was way too far off to consider.
Joanna stepped in before any questions and iterated her support and love for me and how this had brought us so much closer together, both in what we did, shared, love and the children. Jo's mother was first to speak and basically said that they had noticed the changes in us, for the better, as to being a family. Though being odd and perhaps hard to take it all in, we would have her support and she then glared at Jo's Dad who smiled and nodded. At this point, Jo thanked them and said that we would answer any questions we could that evening and that our door or phones were open to all in the family to ask any questions about this, and in the future.
My mother opened up and said that I had always been a bit of a mix as a kid, playing both boys and girls games and sports and how I had liked girl's clothes and make-up at a young age. She had me blushing with facts about myself that I didn't know. Like Jo's parents, they too had seen the changes for the better, especially as to the children, and had their suspicions about us as to what we engaged in behind the bedroom door but that was for us and not the rest of the family. She came around the table and gave me a kiss and a hug and then Jo. And that effectively quietened the family down though Jo's Dad immediately asked about who and when was going to tell our two children, Jo replied that they had been told by both of us and what their reactions were, including the rather amusing comment. That placated him and he came and gave us both hugs.
There were loads of questions, mainly from our siblings, over desert and coffee but nothing that we couldn't handle. Jo emphasised at the end of the meal that we would be as open and true as we can to the family as we had no deep secrets to keep, within reason.
And we left, rather fatigued and our sex that night, though celebratory, was a fairly short session.
Jo's birthday was looming and I went into over-gear in arrangements as to a weekend and away, and for presents. The new extension was all but finished and that took up time too. The other thing I sensed was increasing sensitivity in my breasts, especially around my nipples and I could sense a small nodule behind each nipple. This was the beginning of my duct formation and the shift of body fat starting to show. I also sensed some muscle pain in my shoulders and arms and a little loss of strength. It was all perfectly normal and I welcomed it as did Joanna.
The other sensation was a distinct tightening of my testicles as they had started to reduce in size. I knew that my sexual libido and ability to function as a male was going to reduce and, possibly to the point in the future, the equivalent of chemical castration, though that didn't mean I couldn't orgasm.
My thoughts also covered Jo's own pleasure and sexuality. She had been so wonderfully generous supportive of me not only emotionally and sexually but in helping me realise my fantasies. Even though she had found her way, her words, she had expressed a desire to experience a true cock; even though I had reasonable girth, I was a small at bit under 6 inches. With my deteriorating ability to be erect, I knew that if I could find her a nice well endowed man who was a good lover, that could help us.
However, there was something higher up her list. When she had come back to me after my confession, she had owned up to her principal 'interests and developments' in her life and top of the list, which did surprise me, was that she had experienced a fulfilling girl to girl relationship and she wished another. Even though I provided her with a lot of this, for the moment, I could not offer her the ultimate, a lovely pussy for her enjoyment.
I started to build a potential birthday present around Louise. I decided to give her a call and if she was up to it, to arrange a shopping and salon trip. Louise indicated to me that she would really be interested in seeing Jo again and she did mention that if this involved something physical going on between them, she would welcome that. I also got the strong impression that Louise was obviously sexually 'aching,' to be crude and it was understandable given what she had told me before.
We arranged a date for the shopping and I told Joanna that we would be meeting and also going to the salon for a massage and, for me, to make sure that I was all naked for her birthday. It was a little surreptitious of me as Jo had to go on business to Edinburgh that day so could not join us.
Joanna woke me as usual and had me go under the 'seat' to take her overnight pee and then to clean her pussy out and bring her to orgasm. I was in a 'strappy' white cotton nightie and my white panties with the transparent front, one of Jo's favourites as she could clearly see my boy-clit through the material. I just loved being under Jo when she peed and the taste of her in the clean up as I ran my tongue up and down her love channel and then into its entrance. It wasn't long before she was very aroused and wet.
"I want to take you this morning, Mattie."
We went back into the bedroom and over a wedge and Jo put on her femdoe. She lifted my nightdress and took down my panties; I felt her pushing her penis into my bottom, slow pressure on my anal rings and she gently rocked to push herself home in me. I could feel her every vibration as she started to fuck me. She gradually upped the pace and I could feel her excitement coming through, which in turn upped me. She collapsed forward over my back with her efforts, her breasts pushing into me and kissing the back of my neck. She released her self as her end of the femdoe; the vulva bulb had done its work against her g spot. I felt her cum oozing down my perineum, just as she had filled me with her sperm.
"Mmmmm that was great, I love you."
She lay on top of me for ten minutes as we wound down and as we came to earth, she said,
"Honey, I hope you have a really good day with Louise, lucky you as she is nice and pretty cute."
"You are jealous, Jo, I am just shopping with her and going to the salon, that's all. Do you fancy her as you have always said you would love to go woman to woman?"
"I do have you, Mattie, you know that and you are wonderful to me, for me. However, it would be great if you had a real pussy, maybe in the future."
She laughed and so did I.
"However a girl with a nice pussy would be wonderful, just as we both need to try some serious cock one of these days." Laughter.....
"Will Louise see you naked today, Mattie?"
"Well, I'm not sure on that one but I don't think I will be totally naked in front of her. I will be in front of Sally as I am waxing my bikini for your birthday."
"Good on you for that and I love you so baby sooth. However, there's something I want you wear today as I think you pussy is mine only. Sit on the Stool would you."
Louise went to her bedside drawer and pulled out this long chain and a couple of small padlocks.
"I have had this chain made for you, Mattie"
She stood in front of me and showed me this long heavy chain that had a four inch, acrylic butt plug hung off it and then, further forward, this Perspex shield; this was a bit like a pussy pump shield. She came behind me and I felt her attach the chain with the padlock off my waist chain loop on my back and then insert the plug into me. She then pulled the chain forward and cupped my mons and secured it with the second padlock to the front loop of my waist chain beneath me. She got my white panties and put them back on.
"I'll release you later; I will give you a key if you need to poop, but I trust that you will wear the chain as much as you can today. At least someone like Sally will not be able to taunt you with her soft hands. Now I need to get showered and dressed and you need to see to the kids."
I straightened my nightie, slipped my robe and slippers on and went off to get the breakfast going, feeling the plug playing its role in my channel.
Jo left soon after her coffee looking very swish; it was an important client meeting that she had. Having got the kids eating breakfast, I slipped through the shower and through on a top and pants to get them finally off to school.
On my return, I did some small chores and headed once again to the bathroom and bedroom to prepare for going out with Louise. The usual shower when I gave myself a breast inspection. My pink nipples were pretty sensitive and there was some sign of nipple and aureole increase and a slight swelling of my breasts. I was on my way towards a natural A cup to start with. I wasn't big enough for 'au naturel' twenty-four hours a day just yet, however I knew I wanted to buy something special for Jo's predilection on the weekend away.
Towelled down, make-up applied and hair, I chose a mid-blue and white polka dot dress, no hose and mid-blue ballet style shoes, showing my ankle chain clearly to the world. My lingerie was a new cream soft padded A bra and matching hisides. I would change back later to my C cups for Joanna when I got back from the day out. For my jewellery I chose my gold stud earrings, one gold bangle and, of course, I was wearing Jo's necklace and my 'engagement' ring.
Louise drove over to the cottage and greeted me with a kiss. She too was dressed simply but looking stunning in a fuchsia t-top, white cotton skirt and bamboo coloured shoes. Her hair was swept back and her jewellery simple.
I grabbed my handbag and we headed out towards Oxford for some shopping. We chatted away on the way over there, nothing in particular though. I did however get chance to put my outline plan to Louise and said we could discuss more detail over lunch at Raymond Blanc's bistro. She was in agreement to the overall plan and mentioned that she hadn't eaten at the bistro and what a treat. "Well that's ok, but we need to get you kitted out and, Louise, you aren't to object, it is on us."
"Oh my goodness, you can't; it is so generous, too generous."
"Well tell you what, you buy the wine at lunch and you can get us a coffee now"
We parked up at the salon and went for coffee.
We found a quiet, private spot and sat down and I went through the plan in some depth. Louise thought it would work. I sipped on my coffee and drew breath,
"Well, Louise, there's a few things I should point out about Joanna's likes sexually, just to explore compatibility with you and to see if you are still comfortable."
"I am sure things will be fine and that it won't be too extreme."
"I guess it's a question of what is extreme. Let me give you a brief outline and, of course, if you want to say "No" that is ok and I won't think any the less of you as you are a friend."
"Ok and then if everything is fine, maybe I have an angle or too."
"Well, where do I begin? She is obviously bi; you know that and that she has been seeking a girlfriend as I obviously can't give her all that she wants; that's ok by me by the way"
I explained my own development and that surgery to have a pussy was a long way off.
"She likes us girls very feminine though, so the more feminine in your dress and jewelry, make-up and hair, perfume and all the rest the better and you can always borrow some of mine."
"Thanks Mattie"
"Her dress for evenings and even the daytime can be quite masculine, you may have noticed that."
"Yes"
"Well don't expect to see much lingerie on her, though occasionally she will wear a stark corset, a Domme look, with black stockings. She is more likely to have a black restraining bra on and a jock or thong. She does wear plain black or white female briefs as she likes to make these scented."
"What do you mean, scented?"
"Well for me actually. I love to take in her scent from her used panties and there are a number of scenes we have with that. She may want to do that to you as well as we do bring along some 'extras' shall I say"
"Wow, you two are deviant but I have no issue with that or the panties. Maybe I should bring along some of mine for you?"
"Well that would be soooo nice"
I leant over and gave Louise a little kiss.
I went onto explain our oral practices, Jo's love of controlling watersports, our use of toys and Jo's love of harnesses, straps and vibrators, well anything penetrative on me. I continued with our exploration of domination through bondage and restraint, and our limited experience in punishment. I explained our furniture and what I planned in the new room as well as for Joanna's birthday.
Louise took my hand and looked at me intently with her brown eyes as I finished.
"I have no issue with anything that you have outlined, Mattie."
She smiled,
"Well, I do love oral, being fucked by a woman with toys and dildos and anal a lot. I haven't done the panties thing; seriously I have no issue and maybe I can be a regular provider to you; that could be quite exciting to think that another girl is enjoying my scent."
She whispered,
"Watersports are fine by me and I do enjoy pee and I have been a toilet slave in the past to an old girlfriend, in full if you get my gist. I love being constrained and I have also got a thing for latex. I also really like suction pumps on my nipples and pussy."
"You love suction; we haven't tried that probably because my nipples aren't that developed; maybe a visit to one of my favourite sex shops which is on the outskirts of the City later?"
Finishing her coffee, she added,
"And, Mattie, even though I am principally into girls, I wouldn't mind making love with you, if Jo is happy with that. For me and what I have seen already you are far more girl than boy and I like that."
"I would like that too, Louise, as I have taken quite a shine to you."
"Me too to you."
And we kissed.
"Come on we need to get some shopping in then"
We left discussing how best to 'present' Louise for her introduction to Joanna.
We had a super time together, looking and discussing various fashions and styles. I ended up with what I was after for Joanna's birthday, an ankle length, silky, deep bottle green evening dress, with a slight ruffle over my breasts. Louise loved it and thought it was so feminine and elegant and that I looked like Kara Tointon in it. It was strapped over the shoulders but and these plunged down my back, I would need a strapless corset with a low back but I was successful first time on this score in one of my favourite lingerie shops. It came with some cute matching panties. I admit that I also had a little bra and panties spend in this shop too.
I gave Louise a few tips on what Joanna really liked and we managed to find a lovely 'flouncy' black cocktail dress, just with a hint of sequins in it to give it some lift. We decided with our plan in mind to have her in black lingerie and, in my shop, we ended up with a matching corset and panties to mine, along with a couple of bras and panties sets along with suspender belts. I got to see her breasts as we had her fitted and knew that Joanna would love her firm full cup and brown perky nipples standing up from their lovely well--defined aureoles.
We went back to the salon and loaded our bags into my car and went into the salon. This was one of my regular treatment salons and I had booked us in for waxing and massage. The manageress greeted us and I introduced Louise as a friend of Jo's and me. She asked us if we wanted separate rooms or a double one. Louise immediately chimed in about having a room together if I was ok with it.
We went and stripped down to our bra and panties; Louise was in some nice white fullish panties with lace panels and with a matching two-thirds cup bra. We put on robes and headed out into the salon where we were treated to a full leg wax and massage and a pedicure and manicure.
After a cup of tea we went into a joint treatment room and started to strip down. Louise was gorgeous and had a full pubic area and, what could I see, but three piercings, two on her labia and a clitoris one.
"My goodness me, Louise, Joanna will love that on you, however may I suggest a French waxing for you to highlight your fantastic pussy area."
"My thinking too, Mattie. Let's have a look at you."
I took off my bra; Louise knew that this was the first time I had been out 'au naturel' and inspected my breasts.
"Yes, I can see the start of little boobies there, what a thrill for you. Your nipples are beginning to swell quite nicely. What about underneath"
I peeled off my panties and she gasped,
"My goodness me, what is this?"
She had me twirl around and bend over and could see that I was anally plugged.
"Yes Louise, this is Jo for you. She said she didn't trust me with you or the salon girls and wanted an element of chastity on me and maybe she is right as to you! She really does trust me though as I do have a key if I need to go to the loo."
We climbed on the beds and the girls came in and did their thing on my back, neck, and 'mons' though poor old Sally was somewhat taken back with my chain and had to work around my cup and plug to ensure I was stripped. I was pretty used to the waxing and especially as my hair was pretty fine, it didn't hurt that much
Louise had her French waxing along with Liz, having applied her latex gloves, cleaning the area, applying the warm wax and then the serious "ouch" as the strip was applied to the cooling wax and pulled, taking her hair quickly out. She then had a G wax, starting on her front with some strong "ouches" as the wax and pull technique was applied to along crotch and on the edge of her labia. To get at her perineal area, her anus and up her bottom crack, she squatted on her knees and elbows and was quite a nice sight. There was quite some natural pubic hair there which meant some painful treatment.
However, Joanna would significantly prefer this wrapping, or lack of it, of her present. Her thin landing strip of pubic hair looked really sexy and her pierced ringed lips and clitoris nicely stood out now. A little idea formulated in my head. Finally, we had a long relaxing massage to help balance out the tenderness of the waxing, hardly saying a thing but looking at each other with content smiles. I knew Louise would be a little skin sensitive for a day or so but that this would help her recover, along with a good mosituriser.
We got off the table and put our bras and panties back on. Louise commented
"Mattie, I feel like I am a virgin being prepared for my new lover."
"Maybe you are."
Her hands moved over her now naked legs and then over and into her panties to feel her smooth lower pussy. "This has been wonderful Mattie, but it has got me going, especially the feel of Liz's latex gloves on my pussy area. I really need some relief, would you help me?"
"I can't, not until Joanna has taken you first, Louise, much that I would really love to. But do go for it. I'll help you on one thing though"
I moved over to her and slipped my fingers in the side of her panties and pulled them down a little so that her panties gusset would catch all her cum. Louise's fingers played around her pussy moving her finger up and down, probing between her lips and running around her piercing on her clit.
I watched avidly to pick up on her masturbation technique. She started to redden on her chest and she was obviously getting much nearer her climax. Her sex aroma was pervading the room and I admit I could have taken her orally. Her fingers now started to play her pussy entrance and riding in and out, and then she came, a low muffled moan and her cum emerged into her panties.
She kept her fingers in her pussy and came off her mountain and then withdrew them. I moved back in and took her panties and pulled them back into position for her so that they would soak up the rest of her cum. She presented her cum-coated fingers to me and those I did suck, taking in her lovely taste.
"Thanks Mattie, I really needed that. I am sure that you will understand."
"I know and I do. I could have really taken you, but then Jo should really break your virginity with us."
She smiled and gave me a short kiss, lip to lip.
"Thanks though. You are such a friend."
"Could you do one thing for me though?"
"Yes, what is it?"
"Just to wear those panties until the point that you get ready for Jo and then let me enjoy them, if Jo will allow it? They will be wonderfully strong and full of you"
"That's no problem; I would have probably brought them anyway along with a couple of others."
We headed out and left Central Oxford and headed for the sex shop on the way back to our local town and I was successful in getting my requisites for the weekend ahead. My plan was coming together well and I really loved Louise's input; she really was fun and game.
I got back and Louise left to go home. The kids came back after I had packed away my purchases and reapplied my falsies and put on my normal bra. Joanna got back in about 8pm and we had dinner, got the kids to bed and had our usual wind down drink and discussion about the day. She was very chatty as they had a successful day in Edinburgh and won a new account. She didn't ask that much about my day or Louise, except how was she and was she fun to shop and salon with; she also probably thought that I had been working on her birthday. Our normal sex before bed including my oral worship took place, as well as Jo unlocking me out of chastity and some paddling took place before she mounted my chin dildo and finally my clitoris. I was happy that she was happy and also that she had no idea of her birthday presents. |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 21 | 50,002 | 4.55 | 558,515 | [
"lesbian sex",
"interracial sex",
"group sex"
] | "Could not have timed it better, sweetie," Jo said to Megan when the youngster pulled into the pick-up slot at the airport, tossing her bag into the back of the SUV, Tess doing the same, afterwards.
The sibs had just arrived back home from their trip to Ireland, their duties as daughters to their parents fulfilled, now. They had interred the ashes of their parents in the Clancy family tomb, in the town of Cork, following the parents' wishes to the letter of their last Will and Testament.
"Hugs....I want hugs," Meg gleefully demanded of the sibs, "Ooooh, really missed you guys," the trio of good-looking young women hugging each other tightly.
"Missed you too, babe," Jo responded, honestly.
"Where's Janice? Tess asked as she buckled herself into the back seat of Jo's SUV which Megan had used to pick up the sibs.
"She'll be back in an hour or so, some family crap she had to do with her parents," Meg explained as she checked the mirrors for traffic before pulling out to the exit lane to leave the terminal.
"You guys still planning on staying over tonight?" Jo inquired, stretching off the kinks from the long, overseas flight.
"If it's still okay, we'd really like to," Meg replied with a sideways glance of her eyes to Jo, trying to see if there was 'interest' in them doing so.
"Shit, stay the fucking weekend if you want to, baby," Tess said while she stretched her stiffness away in the back seat, "that'd be okay, wouldn't it, Jo?"
"Yeah, that'd be fine with me; guess it's really up to the girls and their parents," Jo opined further on the issue.
"Not a problem for us," Megan replied, "my parents will be upstate at my grandmother's and I think Janice said that her parents would be visiting some friends, as well."
"Sounds like a plan..." Tess said, "the only thing is," she continued, "I don't want to go anywhere, don't want to do anything that requires traveling anywhere, done enough traveling for a while," her feelings on the matter quite plain and concise.
"Why don't you two just relax and let Jan and I cook up a meal for the four of us tonight? Maybe go swimming afterwards? Megan suggested further.
"Seriously? You and Jan?" Jo asked, seeking clarification that she and Jan could cook.
"Yes, me and Jan.....you're not the only one with kitchen skills, Jo," Meg replied with a chuckle.
"Okay, girlfriend, bring it....let's see what you got," was the amused reply from Jolene.
"You already know what I have," the bemused Megan responded with a snarky, leery grin, "and you love it!"
"Can't argue with that but, tempting as your sweet ass is, I don't want to make Janice jealous or mad, baby," Jo agreed with a chuckle.
"Actually......," Meg began her reply to Jo's comment but, instead, let her voice trail off into silence.
"Actually? Actually, what?" Tess demanded from the back seat, her mind-trip to the memory of her romp with the Irish boi-chick, Claire, momentarily interrupted by Meg's comments.
"Don't be mad, okay?....Jan and I sorta' had a threesome at your house the other night," Meg confessed, "I know y'all didn't want us to have a party or a bunch of people over and we didn't, we really didn't," Megan gushed, rushing her words so that the sibs wouldn't be mad at her for abusing their kindness of allowing she and Jan to have some private time while the sibs were overseas.
"Sorta'? What do you mean, sorta'? You either had a threesome or you didn't, no sorta' about that," Tess declared with a smile to Meg in the rearview mirror.
"Well, okay, we HAD a threesome at the house....okay?" Meg 'fessed up to the sibs.
"Anyone we know?" was Jo's only question about the matter, her curiosity piqued.
"Don't think so," Meg responded as she signaled her turn off of the interstate to their exit, "Beverly is a classmate of ours...graduated with us this year; sort of a geeky, nerdy chick that was in band with us."
"And?" Tess inquired, her own curiosity piqued as well.
"Janice and I ran into her at the mall, kinda' hung out with her there and Janice asked her to join us for an afternoon swim afterwards," Meg explained.
"And?" Jo pressed.
"Well, Bev didn't have a suit with her, of course, so we told her that we'd all swim bare-assed and you could see that the suggestion hit a hot-button with her.....anyway, when we hit the pool, naked, the girl's body was not to be believed! I mean, who knew?, she certainly never dressed at school in any way that showed that she had a 'hot' body," Meg recounted for the sibs.
"And?" the request for more being sounded by both of the sibs now, their attention having been gotten.
"So....after the sun went down-it was around five before we got home from the mall-I stole some of y'all's Tequila-sorry,guys-and we all got tipsy," Meg 'fessed, "Janice started putting some moves on Bev, and I thought that was hot and joined in, and, well, Janice and I wound up fucking Bev like crazy out there on the patio, on that large chaise-lounger thingy," the redness of embarrassment creeping up the side of her neck when she admitted it.
"I'm gonna' go out on a limb here and conclude that Bev enjoyed it?" Tess remarked a bit smart-assedly.
"Oooh yeah, she surely did; gave as good as she got," Meg confirmed.
"Hmmph," Jo said simply, "Didn't know that Janice would be into threesomes."
"Yeah, neither did I.....but, I'm okay with that, of course," Megan remarked, "though I should've had a clue after she got super-horny a while back when we watched one of Tess' 'chick-flicks' about threesomes," laughing after she said that.
"Yep....good porn will do that to you," Jo affirmed with a smile.
"Shit, bad porn will do that to you," Tess corrected which brought laughing agreement from her car-mates.
Pulling into the garage of the Clancy home, Megan hit the remote to lower the garage doors, the two sibs sighing as they exited the car.
"Damn, it's good to be home," Jo averred, dragging her bag behind her into the house.
"Tru 'dat, sister-girl, tru 'dat," Tess agreed with a smile.
"You guys do what you have to do while I make up a list for dinner, okay?" Megan suggested, perusing the pantry and cupboards for what was there and what would be needed for their dinner.
"Sounds good to me," Tess called over her shoulder from the stairwell as she made her way upstairs.
"Ditto," agreed Jo, doing the same but wondering why her bag suddenly seemed about fifty pounds heavier as she neared the top of the stairs. Looking to Tess, the two sibs simply smiled their love for the other.
"Don't know 'bout you, Jo, but I think I'll unpack later; I'm going to lay down for a nap, I think," Tess said as the weariness of the overseas flight wrapped its arms around her.
"Me too," Jo agreed, "See you later."
Going upstairs to alert the sibs that she was heading to the market, Meg found them both fast asleep in their own beds. Carefully, closing their doors behind her, she smiled to herself at the closeness of her relationship with Tess and Jo.
And, it wasn't just about the great sex, no, not at all.......
"Damn, but that felt soooooo good," stretching as she said it, Jo continued downstairs, a large bath towel around her, another in her hands as she dried her hair from the shower.
Looking up from the den towards her voice, Janice and Meg simply smiled at the older Clancy girl. They, Meg and Jan, had been lounging on a couch watching a movie on TV, Jan's body stretched out longways, laying against Megan's. Surprisingly, they weren't engaged in any sexual play while doing so, a rarity for them since the start of their romance.
"Tess still asleep?" Janice asked of Jo as the older sib approached them on the couch.
"Nope. Heard her shower running when I walked past her room......whoa, what is that delicious smell that just hit my nose?" Jo asked when she caught a whiff of the aromas emanating from her kitchen.
"That be supper, Ms. Jolene," Janice replied with a faux-accent of a southern slave speaking to her mistress, "It be ready real soon, Ma'am, yes'm, it surely will."
"Cute." Jo replied with a smirk, "real cute Jan, but I have to tell you girl, t'aint no way you'd ever be anybody's slave," chuckling afterwards.
"Too bad, that might be fun," Jan replied with a grin and a wink to Jo.
Hmmph, was Jo's reaction to that bit of double-entendre play from the young Afro-American chick.
"Seriously, what is it?" Jo pressed for an answer, following Jan into the kitchen.
"Chicken and Sausage gumbo, slow-cooking in the crockpot," Jan answered, holding the lid off to the side for Jo to peek a look and a sniff, stirring off to the side to give Jo room to do so.
"Wow, something smells good," Tess' voice called from the foot of the stairs as she walked towards the kitchen to join the others, dressed casually in a top and shorts.
"That's what I'm saying.....get a whiff of this, babe," Jo replied, stepping aside for Tess to do just that.
Turning the pot to the lowest setting, Jan commented, "Old family recipe from my dad's mom." Grabbing a pot from the cabinet, she started the process of measuring the rice that she'd need for their meal, then adding the water afterwards.
"Meg's cooking a sweet potato casserole in the oven to go with the gumbo and all that's left to do is to put the french bread to warm in the oven and serve the meal," Jan informed the sibs, beaming brightly with pride, justifiably it should be noted.
"Well, I'm gonna' throw some clothes on before we eat, don't start without me," Jo warned the trio as she rushed upstairs to dress.
Oh no, don't worry about that, Jo, Janice thought to herself as she stirred the rice that was now tumbling in the boiling water, wouldn't dream of starting without you, smiling at her private thoughts........
"Ladies? To the both of you," Jo toasted Megan and Janice, "I'll admit it, I had my doubts, but you two have whipped up a simply scrumptious meal; my bad for having doubted you," clinking her glass of Rose against theirs.
"Agreed!" Tess affirmed, "Excellent in every way and Meg? your sweet potato casserole is the best I've ever had, next to Mom's, and sweetie, that's a hell of a compliment," Jo nodding her head in agreement with Tess' evaluation of said dish.
"Damn, not only are they good looking and sexy, but they can cook! Who knew?" Jo joked to the table.
"It's the least we could do for y'all since you allowed Janice and I to stay here while y'all were gone," Meg replied to the compliments from the sibs, "But, I'm glad you find it worthy," smiling her gladness to the sibs.
"Beyond worthy, girl; Janice? Is there any way I could talk you into sharing that gumbo recipe with me?" Jo asked the young black woman.
"Pretty sure you could talk me into sharing anything, Jo, but, sure, not a problem," Jan replied with a twinkle in her eye to Jo and a wink afterwards.
"Sounds promising, thanks," Jo replied, wondering if the remark meant as much in promise as she hoped it did.
No doubt about it, Jo was having a hard time keeping her eyes off of Jan during their meal. Dressed in a skimpy top and ass-hugging gym shorts, Jan was keeping Jo's horny-motor running, no doubt about that at all. As the four of them ate and talked, Jo had to fight hard to keep her thoughts focused on the table conversation, visions of Jan's naked, brown body laying in her bed crowding into her consciousness.
What Jo didn't know, couldn't know, was that Janice was having the same problem, keeping her mind on their conversation in front of her thoughts of eating Jo's pussy. She had shared her thoughts with Meg about Jo when she and Meg had started meeting at Jo's house for sex play in the afternoons, after school.
After one such afternoon of intense sex with Megan, she, Meg, had shared the fact that she had been with both of the Clancy sisters in threesomes. She shared that, after Tess had returned to school that spring, she and Jo had many memorable afternoons of sex with each other. Janice had then told Meg that she thought Jo to be incredibly sexy and openly wondered how good she'd be as a sex partner.
"Absolutely fabulous," had been Meg's reply to that question, causing Jan to desire Jo even more. Sure, this girl-girl sex thing was new, and welcomed, to her world, but, thought Jan, exploring is exploring and she definitely wanted to explore Jolene Clancy, if given the chance.
The thing is, even though Megan and Janice were absolutely crazy for each other since their first fuck, they were also both adventurous about their sexual appetites. Had either had their first sex with a guy, perhaps it'd be the same for them in wanting to explore, but it hadn't been a guy and for the both of them, that wasn't a problem.
So, plans to be 'roomies' at college aside, neither thought their relationship to be 'exclusive' or 'forever', no, they were smarter than that. But, would they enjoy it for as long as it ran its course?
Oh yeah, take THAT to the bank......
"Missed you," Tess said softly when she handed Meg a beer from the den's mini-fridge, "been a while for you and me," her eyebrow raised when saying it.
"It has, hasn't it?" Megan replied after sipping her long-neck brew, ice-cold as always, "doesn't mean it has to be, does it?"
"I was kinda' hoping you'd say that," Tess smilingly replied, "maybe after a bit of swimming you and I could sneak off for a little playtime?"
"That'd work," Megan agreed, "though I don't think we'd have to sneak off to enjoy a little time with each other; it'd give Jan a shot at getting to know Jo and I know for a fact she'd really like that," chuckling at her own comment.
Sure do like this girl, Tess thought as she and Megan eye-fucked each other while sipping their beers, wonder if she'd like fucking a boi-butch, she thought further, visions of Claire refusing to leave her mind-theatre....
"There...I think I got it all right," Janice told Jo, "you know how it is with cooking stuff you've been cooking all your life from memory, it just sorta' happens by itself."
Jo asked Jan for her gumbo recipe but since it was an oral tradition that had been handed down in her family, she had to write it out for Jo.
"Yes, I do and thank you for sharing this with me, it really was good," Jo smilingly replied when taking the recipe card from Janice's grip.
"Share anything with you, Jo," Jan mysteriously replied.
There she fucking goes again with those damned double-entendre comments, Jo thought in that instant, well, we'll just see if she's blowing smoke or not, Jo decided just as quickly.
"Better be careful, sweetie, I might just take you up on that," Jo replied leeringly, her eyes hard on Jan's face while saying it.
"Promises, promises," Jan flirted back.
"Oh, not a promise, babygirl, a definite guarantee," vollied Jo.
"I wouldn't stop you, you know," advantage Jan.
"I wouldn't want you to," Jo replied, moving closer to Jan's luscious lips for the 'kill shot'.
Placing her hands to Jan's smooth skin of her face, Jo drew the brown-skinned beauty's pouty-begging-to-be-kissed lips to her own, sliding her tongue deep into the eighteen year-old's mouth which brought a deep, loud moan of pleasure from Janice as she responded.
Game, set, match to Jolene.....
"C'mon, babe, let's hit the pool," Tess said, pulling Megan by the hand, behind her.
As usual, Tess enjoyed watching Meg strip down while she did the same. Something about the teenager's body just, well, just sorta' appealed to her. Wasn't all that special, Tess thought, slipping her panties from her ankle, but no matter, Tess enjoyed looking at the naked Meg and for her, that was enough.
Must be something to the thing she'd always heard that one's first sexual partner would always be special, Megan thought as she surfaced after diving into the pool. Back there, on the decking when they took off their clothes, Megan became wetter and wetter with desire as Tess stripped off her garments. Tess would remain special to her forever, Meg had decided, gripping the edge of the pool to catch her breath, of that, Megan was sure.....
"Wha...," Jan started to say, her eyes popping open and her lips still pursed.
"I'm going swimming, join me?" Jo said, interrupting whatever it was Janice was going to say. Turning, her back to Jan, Jo smiled to herself as she headed to the deck and pool.
Always leave 'em wanting more, Jo thought to herself, less is definitely more, and sliding the patio door open, she stepped outside....
Oh no, she didn't, Janice thought when Jo broke off their kiss and walked off. No fucking way we're stopping this, quickly following Jo outside....
Breaking water on the deep end after shallow-diving from the other end, Tess came up right next to Megan who was still gripping the edge of the pool. Shaking the strands of wet hair from her eyes, Tess treaded water while holding onto Megan's hips with her hands to keep her in place.
"Don't drown on me," Meg teasingly said to Tess, placing one of her hands to Tess' rib cage, slightly pulling her closer to her own body.
"Would you rescue me if I started going down?" Tess asked softly.
"Not if you were going down on me," Meg joked back, "Never, if you were going down on me."
"Miss me a little bit, do you?" Tess cooed her question to her teenager.
"Miss you a lot, actually," Megan replied just before leaning in to meet Tess' approaching lips with her own.
Their kiss was, at first, soft and tender but, as was always the case with Tess and Meg, soon took on a life of its own, the familiar taste of each other's lips and mouths, the driving force behind that....
Watching her sis and Meg kiss each other on the far end of the pool, Jo heard the patio door slide close behind her, heard the scuffle of Janice's bare feet on the deck as the Afro-teenager approached her from behind. Pulling off her skimpy tee at that moment, Jo dropped it to the ground at her feet.
"Undo my bra, baby," Jo said softly to Jan, 'feeling' the presence of the teenager as she stopped behind her.
"What?" Jan replied.
"I think you heard me, baby, I said, undo my bra," Jo repeated, her voice a bit firmer this time.
She did.
Nimbly, silently, Jan unhooked the clasps of Jo's bra. Turning to face Jan, Jo then let her bra drop from her arms and her girls, Jan's eyes hard on Jo's almost-perfect D-cups, Jo's nipples hard and begging to be sucked, Jan thought fleetingly as she stared at them.
Without a word to Jan, Jo simply lifted her chest upwards as she pulled Jan's head downward to her boobs.
"Suck them for a bit, sweetie, I'd really like that," Jo said as she pushed her nipple between Jan's parting lips.
She did.
And while Jan obeyed Jo's command and sucked on Jo's breasts, she felt her stomach flutter as Jo's hand slipped into her gym shorts, Jo's fingers doing a slow crawl towards Jan's so-wanting-to-be-touched young snatch.
Jan didn't mean to gasp that little sound when Jo's fingers found their target, she really didn't but damn it to hell, Jo's fingers were doing things that were just un-fucking-believable to her, now-wet, pussy.
"Take off your clothes, babygirl, let's go play in the water," Jo suddenly said while quickly removing her hand from the youngster's sopping pussy.
Quicker than you could say 'strip', they were naked and in the water, Jo's arms wrapped around Jan's shoulders and back, Jo's lips wrapped around Janice's gnawing lips and tongue.
So wrapped up were they in their kiss and, soon, fondling of each other, neither took notice of Tess and Megan leaving the pool, arms around each other, walking back into the house.....
"Mmph, mmmph...huhh, huhhhh," shorts gasps of satisfaction leaked from Megan's lips, her mouth full of one of Tess' breasts. Below, Tess was three-fingers wide and, two knuckles deep, into Meg's snatch, her 'fucking' of the teenager, hard, lustful, and almost, hurtful.
Megan cared not, the pleasure overwhelmed whatever discomfort and pangs of pain that resulted from Tess' fingers and hand.
Tess had her head thrown back, her own breaths coming in short bursts as her excitement grew, as she pictured the Irish boi she had fucked roughly on their last night in Dublin. Had Megan had a boi-cut of hair, she might not have survived the fingering from Tess.........
"OhmyGod, ohmyGod.....Sweet Mother of God!!!..." Jan's voice cried into the night. Thankfully, in their somewhat exclusive community, Tess and Jo's backyard had high walls of stone and the nearest neighbor was almost a quarter-mile away.
Right next door? Oh yeah, Janice would have been heard.
Jo was laying on her back, on the large chaise lounge by the pool, her head between the Afro-teenager's knees. With her arms wrapped around Jan's hips, Jo's fingers dug deeply into the youngster's ass-cheeks, Jo pulling the sweet tasting pussy harder against her mouth and tongue. The more she pulled, the more intense was Jan's orgasms.
They, she and Jan, had played kissy-face in the pool with each other for a very pleasurable, long while, both getting off in the water from the fingering of their pussies by the other. They kissed hungrily, tongues dueling constantly, nipples being bitten and chewed upon, neither giving a damn if the Pope himself walked out onto the deck, now.
Bringing Jan by her hand to the chaise, Jo laid down, instructing Jan how to kneel on the narrow chaise so that Jo could get her 'taste' and Jan could get her 'rocks'. Of course, they sixty-nined, Janice seemingly crazy with need as she traded licks and sucks with Jo's busy mouth. But, when Jo slipped a finger deep into Janice's asshole while sucking Jan's clit deep into her mouth, well damn, what's a girl to do?
She screamed her pleasure loudly and proudly into the night air of that late summer night, is what she did............
During a break from their fucking of each other, Tess told Meg of her fling with the Irish, androgynous, Claire, told Meg of the 'strange' turn-on from fucking the Irish butch-boi, told of how the memory of that encounter simply would not leave her head. Hearing Tess' confession made Megan so damned hot and horny, the teenager pulled Tess to sit on her face and gave the soon-to-be graduate student the ride of her life. Megan's pussy-eating skills just kept getting better and better, Tess thought as she moved her pussy back and forth over her teenaged lover's mouth and tongue, another orgasm climbing from deep within her to explode yet again.
For her part, Megan's mind-theatre flickered with visions of she, Megan, on her knees between the legs of a line of butch-bois waiting to be serviced by Ms. Megan and Meg found that so incredibly, fucking hot, yes indeed, she did......
Janice was on her stomach now, laying on the chaise lounge, her head raised and turned towards Jo's bobbing head, watching as the ex-army officer held her asscheeks apart with strong fingers, Jo's head flush against the brown skin of Janice's very fine, toned ass, Jo's tongue dancing up and down Jan's ass-crack, rimming Jan's asshole as it did so. Slipping two fingers into the eighteen year-old's unbeliveably sopping-wet pussy, Jo brought Janice to her millionth climax of the evening that caused the Afro-teenager's body to shake and quake with pleasures that Jan could not fucking believe were even possible......
The four women slept with their sex partners on that first night of the sibs' return to their home, slept with each other's 'gal', none of the four thinking it to be strange that they did so. When they got around to climbing out of bed the next morning after each pair had a 'good morning' round of sex, they drifted into the kitchen nook to enjoy that delicious first cup of coffee of the new day.
"Great coffee, Tess, thanks for making it for us," Jo said to her sister-lover.
"I made it for myself; you're lucky that I don't mind sharing," Tess joked back to Jo.
"I guess we're all lucky that none of us mind sharing," Megan quipped as she, this morning, was sitting next to her gal, Jan, both trading little nibbles of lips with each other as they sipped their cups of brew.
"Sorta' worked out well, I think," Jo commented with a wink to both Meg and Jan.
"So, what's up for the rest of the weekend, girls?" Tess asked as she stretched her arms over her head, her body still a bit kinked from the overseas flight of yesterday. First class or not, eight hours in a plane can kink the body, to be sure.
"I'm meeting with a real-estate agent to look at some possible sites for the place," Jo announced, the 'place' being Jo's planned eatery, "if anybody wants to tag along, have your ass ready by ten, okay?"
"I'd kinda like to, if you don't mind," Megan piped up to say, "if you don't mind, sweetie," the last comment addressed to her lover-friend, Janice.
"Knock yourself out, babe, think I'll stay here and hang out with Tess, maybe do some laps or something," Jan replied with a smile, then, a kiss to her lover-friend.
"Why don't you guys plan on meeting us for a late lunch?" Jo suggested to Tess and Jan, "I'll call you when we're done with the agent and tell you where to meet us."
"That'll work," Tess agreed after Jan nodded her head at the plan, "I'm going to jump into the shower and clean up, guys," standing and stretching after saying it.
"Hang on, I'll jump in with you," Jo said to her sis, "do your back for you."
"Fuck my back," Tess chuckled in response, "do my front," all four women laughing afterwards.....
(continued in chapter 22) |
Fox and Guests Pt. 02F | 12,188 | 4.8 | 723,408 | [] | "Welcome everyone to our second show. Tonight we will be continuing our series of blowjobs and pussy eating. Oh fuck, I'm getting wet just thinking about having Ahmed's tongue in my pussy and I can't wait to have his big black cock down my throat!"
The camera panned away from Ainsley and moved over to the curvy couch. Sitting there was Kelly Tilghman along with Jesse Waters. She was dressed in a lemon yellow pleated skirt and a tight pullover top. It was evident she wasn't wearing a bra, her fat nipples poked through and Jesse couldn't decide where to look, at her long bare legs or her mouth-watering nipples. He was in a bright blue golf shirt with the collar up, like he always wears it. He had a loose pair of khaki pants on.
Beside them were Shannon Bream dressed in a slinky black wrap-around dress. It came only halfway down her slender thighs and the vee at her chest showed the swell of her high, firm breasts. Her mouth was watering as she stared at the form beside her. Tiki Barber was in a tight pair of jeans showing his ample package. His tiny waist gave way to a huge chest and tree trunk arms. His upper body was bulging under a tight black t-shirt. Her huge gorgeous blue eyes showed how much she wanted to get under those clothes and fast.
Ainsley looked over to the bed and surprisingly Clayton and Norah were sitting on the bed, but on opposite side and neither was looking at each other.
Clayton was wearing jeans and an open-collared dress shirt. Norah was dress in a starched white blouse and a knee length tight pencil skirt. Her long red hair was up in a French-twist and she, like Clayton, had an indifferent look on her face.
As for Ainsley she was wearing a mid-thigh length green pencil shift, the top clung to her more than handful-sized tits and her shoulder length light blonde hair danced around her shoulders and her smile, as always, lit-up the studio. Ahmed was wearing knee length golf shorts and a light blue golf shirt, being an ex-football player, it hugged his upper body muscled perfectly.
Ainsley turned to the camera again; "Ladies and gentlemen, I just wanted to remind you the winners yesterday, Clayton was the winner getting me off in two minutes! She turned to him on the bed and smiled and in a tiny whispered said; "Thank you! And as for the ladies, I'm proud to say I was the winner, but today the rules will make it fair for everyone, I sort of bent the rules, but until they were clarified, all was fair in love and blowjobs."
"Again the ladies will be serviced first, as soon as the female's pussies are touched, your clock will start, so men begin!"
Jesse leaned over Kelly and began kissing the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck. His hands came up, one went to her tight top and cupping her ample tit, his thumb began flicking and rolling her stiff bud, his other hand was on her bare knee and slid up and down her bare thigh, higher and higher and higher it went, but he stopped short of her bare pussy.
Kelly threw back her head and let out a moan. Turning her head, her lips covered his and their tongues shot out and dueled with one another's.
His hand left her tit and his fingers combed through her hair and grabbing a fistful, pulled her mouth harder against his. As the kiss grew and intensified, Jesse's other hand pulled her legs towards him and as her body twisted towards him, his hand gripped and squeezed her tight compact ass cheeks.
Kelly moaned into his mouth and her tongue darted in and out as she tried to make Jesse attack her drenched pussy, she knew he was going to get her more excited before touching her pussy, she understood, but it still didn't help the itching between her legs.
Beside them Tiki already had Shannon's dress open and her arms were trapped in the black garment as his mouth moved from one bare tit to the other. They were covered in his saliva and her nips were so stiff and hard, they almost hurt. His mouth left a trail of saliva down her taut body and as he came closer and closer to her pussy, he could smell her exotic scent. Unable to control his passion for Shannon, he threw her shapely legs over his shoulders and without warning, dove in and began lapping away at her dripping cunt.
Ahmed took Ainsley by the hand and led her over to the bed and before having her recline, turned her around and unzipped her dress. Pushing it from her shoulders, it fell to the floor and he sucked in his breath, she was naked beneath it and he looked down at her tapered back and gorgeous ass. He thought to himself; "I have to win this competition so I can fuck this tight ass." He swept her silky blonde hair from her neck and shoulders and leaning in began licking and sucking at the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck.
Ainsley let out a soft moan and raising her arms, caressed his head and face. Twisting a little more Ainsley parted her lips to accept his tongue, poised to enter her mouth.
After a good two minutes of heated kissing Ahmed broke the kiss and lifting her petite body, placed her on the edge of the bed. Kneeing before her, he took off her heels and massaged one foot while his lips traveled up her slim calf and thigh to her sweet smelling pussy. It was already glistening with her juices and when he got close, he felt Ainsley's hands on his head trying to guide it to her sweet treasure.
Ahmed resisted, he wanted to get her red hot before touching her pink palace and starting the clock. He moved back down her legs and massaged that foot as he began his travels back up her other perfectly formed leg.
Ainsley had her head buried in a pillow, she turned and let out a deep moan as she swept the light blonde hair from her face; "Oh fuck my pussy with your tongue Ahmed! I feel like as soon as you touch it I'll go off like a rocket!"
He approached her glistening pussy and blew a cool stream of air on it and he nearly saw her tight lips blossom and open from his assault. He looked up at her and had to reached down and strip off his pants. Naked beneath them, he stroked his cock as he stared into those gorgeous sky blue eyes as they twinkled back at him.
Letting go of his stiff cock, he slid his hands under her thighs and slipping them higher, he cupped her tiny, tight ass cheeks in the palms of both hands and lifting them up as if on a serving platter he dove in and began licking and stabbing at her weeping pussy.
Ainsley let out a loud growl and as the clock started so did Ahmed's attack on her tasty pussy. He couldn't get deep enough, he so desperately wanted to crawl up and bury his aching cock in her hot, tight hole.
On the other side if the bed Norah and Clayton were sitting there watching Ahmed and Ainsley go at it hot and heavy and Norah was really getting turned on, not so with Clayton, who didn't want anything to do with the liberal bitch, even though he thought she looked hot, he couldn't get past the fact that her views were so repugnant to him, he just couldn't so much as touch her.
She smile was icy as she turned to Clayton, "Well are you going to start or do I have to do it myself?"
He let out a disgusted laugh, 'I'm sure with an attitude like that, you must do it a lot to get off! Go ahead, I forfeit, I just can't see myself touching you and don't even think about putting that fowl liberal spewing mouth on my cock!" With that said he stood up and walked off the set.
Tears came to Norah's eyes as she looked over to Ainsley. Ainsley motioned for her to come on over and as she slid over the two of their mouths locked together and Ainsley's hands came up and ran them through Norah's red hair. She began pulling pins out and her long red hair tumbled down around her shoulders.
Norah unbuttoned her blouse and shook out of it as her mouth broke from Ainsley's; she leaned down and took a stiff nipple between her lips.
Ainsley let out a loud groan as Ahmed continued to suck and lick at her pussy. He felt her tighten and arching her back she fell back to the bed as she came all over his face,
Ahmed fell away and the clock stopped at two minutes and twenty-seven seconds.
Ainsley slowly recovered as Norah continued to suck on her tits moving from one to the other. She urged Norah upward and Ainsley clamped her rich red lips around one of Norah's stiff buds.
Norah let out a groan and her hips inadvertently thrust forward as Ainsley's passionate sucking. She let out a moan when she felt Ainsley slipping her tight skirt from her ample ass and once removed Ainsley urged her to straddle her face.
Ainsley licked at Norah's dripping pussy like she had done this all her life and when she slipped two fingers into her pussy and her thumb up Norah's large ass, she started cumming, in record time.
The entire set had now turned into chaos because on the curvy couch, Tiki lost all sense of rules and slipped in-between Shannon's shapely thighs and drove his thick black cock deep in her pussy.
Shannon's translucent large blue eyes shot open and she lost it too as she met his thrusts with equally as urgent ones of her own.
When Ahmed saw this he looked down at Norah's hips thrusting harder against Ainsley's invading tongue and he clamored between Ainsley's widespread thighs and in one fluid thrust, buried his big black cock, balls deep into her dripping cunt.
Jesse seeing the contest was completely out of control, flopped down onto the couch and pulled Kelly over onto his body, she came willingly and reaching back gripped his cock and shoved it deep into her pussy. She began riding his cock like an expert bareback rider.
Clayton seeing this from the wings came back onto the set and stripping off his pants slipped in behind Kelly and spreading her tight ass cheeks shoved his stiff cock into her ass.
Kelly let out a growl and arching her back sent her ass even harder against Jesse's cock. She felt Clayton pull back and thrust even deeper and she pushed back sending his totally into her ass. She whipped her head around and caught his mouth with her own as she felt Clayton gather her long blonde hair in his hands and pulled back on it like a horse's mane.
At the same time Jesse began to devour her firm tight tits, moving from one to the other, the three of their bodies were dripping in sweat, saliva and bodily fluids as all three of them raced together to an explosive climax.
Beside them Tiki now had Shannon on the curvy couch. She was on her knees and her head was resting on Jesse's thigh as Tiki pounded her from behind. She had already cum several times and as he pumped viciously into her, with each inward thrust, large amounts of her slimy cum squirted out and covered her belly and slid down her gorgeous thighs. When he shoved a fat finger up her ass, she came again and unable to take any more, she collapsed to the couch.
Tiki wasn't finished yet and climbing off the couch he moved over to the bed where Norah had just fell off of Ainsley's face. He slipped up to her and fed his cum coated cock to Ainsley.
Ainsley willingly took hid slime covered cock into her mouth and down her throat. She was bring ravished by two black men and she knew it had to look hot, a gorgeous southern blonde being fucked by two black men and just thinking about it, she started cumming again. She shook violently and when she felt Ahmed cum, his cum filled her gorgeous tanned body, she started cumming again.
Tiki pulled his saliva coated cock from her mouth and moving over to Norah, flipped her onto her belly and grabbing her ample hips, pulled her to her knees and spreading her large ass cheeks, drove forward sending his big, black cock deep into her ass.
She screamed out on pain and pleasure as she nearly fainted, but recovering she began to meet his thrusts with equally urgent thrusts of her own.
Tiki knew after fucking Shannon and getting his cock sucked by Ainsley, he wouldn't last long. Reaching between her thighs he began thumbing her clit. He began pumping his seed in her ass and when she felt it fill her bowels, she started cumming too.
Back on the curvy couch Kelly was now kneeling on the couch. Clayton was sitting before her as he collected her long golden locks in his hands and guided her mouth up and down on his cock.
Jesse was behind her as he plowed in and out of her pussy from behind. He had two fingers buried in her asshole as it was stretched wide from Clayton's cock just recently. His other hand was under her as he diddled her clit and he picked up the pace as he felt her cream all over his cock and felt her cunt muscles tighten around his stiff shaft. Pulling his fingers out of her ass, he slid them up her sweat covered body and twisting her nipples, he felt her starting to cum again. He lost it too and began pumping his potent cum deep in her well fucked pussy.
Clayton saw what was going on and he lost it too, pulling his cock from Kelly's mouth, he began shooting his creamy cum all over her face into her silky blonde hair.
Kelly, totally spent fell back and landed on the couch and she let out a squeal as Shannon clamored between her sweat covered legs. She planted her mouth directly over Kelly's cunt and sucked the cum Jesse had just deposited in there. She swallowed down all of the cum and went back for Kelly's newly created cum. Kelly soon thrust her hips upward bathing Shannon with even more cum.
Shannon slipped up Kelly exhausted body and planting her mouth over hers, she fed her, her own cum. Pulling back, she licked the cum Clayton shot all over her face. Cleaning it all up, she returned to Kelly's mouth and they swapped the tasty mixture of all of the cum.
Clayton looked over at the bed and felt a twinge of remorse and standing on shaky legs moved over to the bed; "Norah, I want to apologize for the insensitive remarks I made. We're all here for fun and games and I ruined it all, please forgive me!"
She looked up at him with those large blue eyes and all she could do was nod her forgiveness.
Ainsley slipped off the bed and stood naked before the camera with lips swollen and cum dripping down her thighs; "Well ladies and gentlemen, seeing this was all unscripted, it seems we're going to have to scramble to find a replacement for the next couple of nights on Fox & Guests Extreme. This five day series was all shot to hell when we all lost our composure and started fucking. Anyways, we all hope you enjoyed the show and who the fuck knows or cares who won the contest, I believe we were all winners and hope you all enjoyed it as much as we did, so until tomorrow morning, where I heard they have a taped episode of pregnant anchors, celebrities and even royalty discussing their sexual problems involving pregnancies. I'm Ainsley Earhardt saying keep it hard and shoot it deep! Oh one other thing, please watch for my appearance on FFFF, I'm sure you'll love it as much as I had making it!" |
Hotel Entrepreneur | 102,117 | 4.68 | 161,591 | [
"tom greg",
"cheeks bulge",
"tom thrusts",
"guys blow",
"takes control",
"room week",
"uniform wearing",
"greg lap",
"man greg",
"greg tom"
] | Daisy is on her way to meet a client in the hotel. Technically she's a maid, but she supplements her income by giving blowjobs to guests. Her housekeeping duties let her identify clients. She snoops around, looking for the magic recipe: only one set of (men's) clothing, porn, condoms. If she finds this recipe she leaves a little note saying there was a slight problem with the room and that they can contact her for a complimentary bottle of wine--she gets access to this by blowing the wine steward of the hotel restaurant once a week. When the guests contact her, she puts on an extra-skimpy maid's uniform and hand-delivers the wine, being sure to bend way over while placing it on the dresser. At 5 foot 4, shoulder length brown hair with brown highlights, athletic body with small but pert tits and a nice ass, her act always attracts attention. After giving the guy time to sup the wine and watch her flounce around, she asks "Is there anything else that I can do for you? Anything at all?" while batting her lashes. Most guys make a pass at her. She then leans in close and sexy, says "$50 bucks", waits for the confused nod, then drops to her knees and gets the guy's cock out and into her mouth as fast as possible--before he has a chance to realize he's about to pay for sex. She's very good at what she does.
She does it for the money, but she doesn't really need the money. Mostly she does it because she likes making money on her own, and she likes being a naughty girl. She enjoys the thrill of the hunt, of so turning on guys (even nice, married guys) that before they know it she's down in front of them, sucking their cocks for cash. She usually has three or four clients a week; a couple on the weekends, one or two during the weekdays.
This week has been slow, frustratingly slow. She sucked off the wine steward on Sunday, as usual, but has not had a client all week. Now it's Saturday and, due to a scheduling mixup, she hasn't had a chance to scout out new rooms. She has only one client, and she's on her way to his room now. At only one for the week she's way below her normal amount. She considers. Maybe there was a way to get this guy to pay more than $50. She blushes as she thinks of the obvious way: to let him fuck her. She'd never done that for money, it was too much. Typically she doesn't even let the guys touch her tits, or even see them without a bra on. Still, she bets she could make a lot of money if she let a guy fuck her. And it'd be *very naught*. Maybe she could do it. With no clients all week, she had to make a lot of money with this last guy *somehow*.
The guy is a little timid. He's a first time customer but after drinking a little wine and watching Daisy bending over straightening up he quickly agrees to the proposition of a fifty dollar blowjob. Daisy, turned on from her naughty thoughts, takes control by audaciously performing a strip show. She sits the guy down and proceeds to peel off her blouse top, then her maid's skirt, until she is dressed only in tight white bra, white thong panties, and black knee-high boots. The guy is flabbergasted. As she dances she looks around. He's got a nice coat, nice luggage… this guys is well-off. She can work with this. She takes control.
"Take out your cock-let me see it."
He does. It's surprisingly big.
"Don't cum until I tell you to." That command given, she straddles the guy and rubs her pussy against his cock. The guy goes nuts, trying to slip it past her panties. She reaches back and pops off her bra; lets it slide to the ground. She smiles in wonder. Before tonight, a guy was lucky to see her bare nipples. Now she is topless, straddling a guy with her tits in his face. She loves the power. She pops first one, then the other nipple into his mouth and orders him to suck. Lightning races down her spine and she rubs harder against his cock. The guy moans. She smiles crookedly, flushed with heat. She feels her panties soak, shifts them so that they ride up her pussy. She cruelly drags her exposed wet pussy lips up and down his cock, coating it with her juice. It feels good; she *wants* the cock in her. She leans in close.
"I'm not going to fuck you."
It's just too much, fucking for money. Even as she reaches the decision, she's surprised that she's a little disappointed--turning this guy on has made her incredibly horny.
She slides down and considers the cock inches before her face. It's slick with her juice. Knowing the guy is watching, she licks her lips. The guy moans and gives a startled twitch that causes the cock to slap against her cheek. Her eyes flash up, eyes narrow, and the guy looks terrified.
"I'm s-sorry."
She glares, the cock-shaped glistening patch on her cheek notwithstanding.
"P-please…" he begs.
Her eyes snap to the cock that slapped her, then back to the man. She rises up on her knees until her lips are level with the cock head. Pauses. Opens her lips. Pauses. Then, never taking her eyes off the guy, lowers her mouth and begins to suck. Still maintaining eye contact she continues sucking, deepthroats, reaches to the dresser and takes his 50 bucks, then slides her mouth off his cock and abruptly stops.
"I've sucked you. This money is mine."
"H-hey-" he begins. He is a new client.
She grabs his cock at the base and gives him a long lingering lick to silence him, like she was lapping a Popsicle.
"For another... 50 bucks, I'll fuck myself in front of you. And..." if he goes for it she's only up to $100 bucks for the week: not enough. What else can she offer? Her pussy throbs, making it hard to think straight. No, not that. It's too much.
She stalls for time by licking him again, pops his cock in her mouth and bobs up and down three times. His cock is swollen, his nuts heavy. It gives her an idea.
"And... for another 100 bucks, I'll let you jack yourself off onto me."
"Where?"
She slowly slips his cock into her mouth, slides all the way down, pauses, considers. She assumed the guy would do it onto her leg or something--she hadn't really thought about it. When she sucks cock for money she always makes the guy cum in her mouth, then she spits the cum into a washcloth. Guys have asked to cum on her tits or face, of course, but she doesn't let them. Except once, because she was really turned on. Like now. She slowly slides up, popping the cock out with an audible pop.
"Yes," she says, answering the unasked question. "--all over."
She lies back on the bed, one hand moving to her tits, the other stuffed between her legs. She shoves the panties aside and slides two fingers into her eager, swollen wet cunt. She figures she could have asked for more money, but she is so turned on that she wants this as much as he does.
"Well?"
It isn't a difficult decision.
She's surprised by how excited she gets, laying naked, rubbing her pussy right in front of a guy who is kneeling next to her jacking himself off and ready to cum "all over" her. She feels very naughty, very turned on, an exebitionist whore. Her lips swollen from cocksucking just moments before, she's now plunging fingers into her cunt, rubbing her clit, waiting for that splash of hot, hot…
She closes her eyes and howls in ecstasy as she cums, hard. Time slows, she feels the slow-motion splashes as the guy's hot cum spurts onto her stomach, then more slow motion impacts on her tits--she cums again--and then a pause, the bed shifts as the man moves, a pause, and she feels gooey hot gobs slowly spurt onto her... face. She comes a third time, time resuming its normal flow in a rush, fingers crammed into her pussy as the guy's sperm explodes onto her cheeks and lips. She finds herself opening wide and greedily gobbling his cock. Incredibly he cums again, hard--her cheeks bulge and cum leaks from the corners of her mouth. She sucks him until his cock stops spurting. The limp cock slips out of her lips, causing a small cum waterfall. The guy obviously enjoys that, so she swishes the cum in her mouth, then decides to give him a thrill. She sits up and smiles, letting the cum flow past her wet lips to dribble down her chin, hang in slowly lengthening drops from her jawline, and spatter onto her tits. She licks her lips and theatrically moans "Mmmmmm…" She loudly swallows the rest, astonished at the lust she feels, marveling at the wanton sensation as tiny rivers of cum tickle down her face and body. This is a big change from making guys cum in her mouth, then spitting into a washcloth. But she finds herself liking it, how naughty the cum makes her feel. The slutty feeling even somehow makes it taste good. She licks her lips again and sighs with satisfaction.
Daisy looks over at the guy, who is slumped against the headboard with an extremely satisfied look on his face. She wonders what she must look like: topless, panties shoved to one side, fingers glistening, tits hard, lips swollen, cum drizzled over her naked body like icing on a cake.
"For another 50 I'll let you watch me shower."
…
Pleased with herself, Daisy walks back toward her room. She's up $250 for the week, the same as blowing five guys. Not bad; how much could she make if she did to every client what she did to that last guy?
She's surprised that she's still horny. "What I really need," she thinks to herself, "is a hard cock." She has a dildo back in her room. Her pace quickens.
She passes a door with loud music coming from it. Besides housekeeping and freelance cocksucking, her other job is to make sure hotel workers aren't too loud. She bangs on the door.
"Hey! Quiet down in there!"
The door opens to a man, early twenties, dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt. Inside is only one other guy, sitting on the couch in front of the TV. He's got a video game controller in his hand and there's another on the couch beside him. Instead of a loud employee she found two hotel guest playing video games; the music was from the TV.
"Oh, sorry, are we too loud? I can turn down the volume…"
He stops as he notices the way Daisy looks at him. Hungry. Like a wolf.
Daisy says "Thanks." The guys are cute. Even though her last client made up for the slow week, she could always use more money. Even as she thinks it, she knows money isn't the real reason she finds herself saying "Hey, while I'm here why don't I tidy things up a bit?"
She sweeps past the guy into the room before he can say anything.
"I'm Daisy."
"I'm Greg" the door guy says.
"Tom" the couch guy says.
Daisy starts tidying up. She throws away empty cans of coke, picks up discarded bath towels, each time bending way over with her ass toward the astonished guys on the couch. Even wearing her standard maid's skirt, she knows they can see the white flash of her panties. She picks up the last towel and takes it into the bathroom. "I'll just hang these and straighten things up in here…" she says as she enters, then closes the door behind her.
"What am I doing?" she asks herself. "There are *two* guys out there. What am I going to do: blow both of them?" At the thought, she feels her pussy suddenly grow wet. She smiles, blushing. Sex is for two people--blowing two guys at once would be too much. She can't do *that*. "Then why?" she asks herself, "am I taking off my panties?" She peels them off and stuffs them into her pocket. Sighs. "Maybe I can get them to come in here, one at a time. I'll just wing it."
She opens the door. "All done!" She says cheerfully. She notices that she's interrupted the guys' whispered conversation on the couch, smiles because she knows they were whispering about her. She makes a show of giving a final sweep of the room, and spots a corner of a DVD under a shirt. She turns her back to the guys and says "What's this? A movie?", then bends over to pick it up. She knows that this time, they're not seeing white panties.
"Er…" one of the guys stammers, eyes locked on the bare glistening pussy revealed under the skirt.
She audaciously remains bent over, and reads the title aloud. "Girls Gone Wild". It's a softcore porn DVD. "Wow, I see commercials for this all the time, but haven't watched it. Is it good?"
"Um…" the other guy stammers, likewise fixated.
She finally stands, walks over to the game machine, pops the lid and swaps the game disc for the porno. "Mind if I watch it with you?"
Greg and Tom look at each other, then instantly shift apart to make room on the couch. She squeezes between them; the couch is really only made for two. Both guys are attractive, and she wonders what's going to happen.
The porno is full of normal everyday girls flashing their tits at complete strangers. They make out with each other and let guys grab their boobs in exchange for cheap "Girls Gone Wild" t-shirts. Daisy smiles smugly to herself. If those girls would just take one more small step, they'd be the ones making money, not the video producers.
She glances at her companions. The guys clearly can't believe they're watching porn with a hot girl in a maid's uniform. A hot girl in a maid's uniform who isn't wearing panties. No, a hot girl in a maid's uniform who *was* wearing panties but clearly took them off for their benefit. Daisy eyes the bulges in the guys' pants. She notices that while both guys give her room on the couch, they also keep their legs pressed against hers, and one of Greg's hands keeps inching toward her knee.
Daisy blushes, feeling turned on again. She realizes what she's going to do, and blushes again. This is a turning point for her. But will she go all the way? She decides to wing it.
"Wow," she says, "this video is awesome. That girl has really nice boobs." Onscreen, a busty college girl squeals as an upturned bucket of ice-cold water turns her shirt transparent.
The guys look at her.
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah."
"Hey, are you guys hot? Is it hot in here? It's hot. I'm just going to open my shirt--do you guys mind?"
They're speechless. She takes that to mean that no, they don't mind, and slowly unbuttons her blouse. She flaps the blouse open, cooling her skin and letting the guys catch glimpses of her nipples straining through her white bra. She leaves the blouse wide open. "Ah, that's better." She pauses.
Both guys make moves at the same time. Both go for her tits, grabbing the one closest, while leaning in for a kiss. She meets the guy on her left, Tom, with her lips and kisses him deeply, feels a full-body tingling as the guys yank down her bra and expose her tits. She feels Greg's mouth close on her right nipple and he begins to suck. She grabs his head, holding him there, while her other hand fumbles at Tom's pants zipper. She can't get it; Tom drops her tit and frantically pulls at the mechanism. He breaks the kiss to get a better look at what he's doing. On the TV, a girl at a bar lifts up her shirt to thunderous applause.
Daisy's head is spinning. Her pussy is soaking but she tells herself that she has to stay in control.
"Guys… guys!" she gasps as Greg flicks his tongue over her nipple, and pulls his cock from his jeans. Tom finally yanks his own jeans down to his ankles, then takes Daisy's hand and puts it on his cock. She reflexively starts tugging at it. She wants it in her, she wants it bad. Her pussy throbs. She struggles for control as Greg gives her nipple a little bite.
"Guys! Wait, wait…" the guys stop, surprised, then embarrassed to be naked and hard in each other's presence. "Guys… I'll blow you, each of you, for… $100 each." She's panting.
The guys are astonished, surprised at this mercenary turn of events. "What?"
"I'll suck you off, I'll suck you until you cum I swear I will, but it'll cost you $100. Each." She knows that's not as good a deal for her as the last guy, but she's too flustered to think of math right now and it's better than her usual rate. Her hand continues to tug at Tom, and she moves her other hand onto Greg's cock. They sit like that for a second, Daisy with her shirt open and tits hanging out, nipples swollen, while she tugs on the cocks of the two guys on either side of her. She sees that they're a little embarrassed, and she's never seen, let alone handled, two bare cocks at the same time either. She amends "One at a time, of course--while the other waits in the bathroom."
"Uh…" says Tom.
"Er…" says Greg. Look, I, uh, I've never done this before… you know, paid for it…"
Daisy looks at Gred, then slowly slips off the couch onto her knees. She keeps her eyes locked with his as she slowly shifts before him, spreads his legs, and moves between them. She leans up and forward, using her palms to smush her tits on either side of his cock, then slides down until her nose touches the middle of his dick. She flicks her tongue out against his balls, sending a shiver through his entire body. She slowly lifts up, dragging her tongue along the shaft, until her lips are pressed against the tip.
"Do you want me to stop?" she whispers. She doesn’t want to stop.
"No!"
Pleased, she daintily kisses the head of his cock. "One hundred dollars."
"Okay! Okay! Just suck my dick!"
She looks up at Tom and taps Greg's cock against her cheek impatiently. "How about you? Want your dick sucked?" She's feeling naughty. She's regrets that she said 'while the other guy waits in the bathroom part', because the idea of having someone watch while she sucked off a guy… her pussy throbs.
"Well?" she asks again, "Want your dick sucked?" Feeling audacious, she pops Greg's cock into her mouth. Never taking her eyes off Tom, she quickly slides up and down, causing the cock head to audaciously stretch her cheek with each thrust. Greg gasps. She slips him out and says "Like that?" She notes that Tom unconsciously began stroking his dick while he watched her perform on Greg.
"Oh god, yes! I mean no. I mean… no, I can't. I've got a girlfriend." Daisy looks at him. That didn't stop him earlier.
"You can watch me," she says, "you can watch me blow your friend. You can watch as I fuck him with my mouth… if you pay me $50."
Tom and Greg exchange awkward glances. They discuss the strange situation, debate the pros and cons, and come to a mutually satisfying decision in the way that only guys can:
"Cool?"
"Cool."
Tom and Greg both look at Tom's hard dick. Daisy somehow knows that it'd be weird for Tom to jack off into a napkin in front of Greg. Also, she could make more money. "And… for another $50, you can jack off onto me."
"Where?"
Daisy smiles, remembering her escapade less than an hour ago. "All over."
"Deal!" Judging by the way Greg's cock twitches in her hand, that seemed to settle any weirdness.
Greg looks down. "Oh man, now fucking blow me! I'm dieing!"
She lowers her mouth and eagerly begins to suck. She is turned on, very turned on, feeling like a naughty whore as she blows one guy while another jacks off to the spectacle. She feels like a porno star for a private audience of one. Her nipples are rock hard. She takes Greg's hands and shoves them onto her tits. He plays with them while she sucks; she deep throats him to the balls. He moans, low, and she pulls off and gasps for air.
"Oh man, oh wow, you're good." Greg pants, "I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you. How much to fuck you?"
Daisy blushes. She can see and hear Tom's hand moving up and down on the couch seat beside Greg. Without knowing why, she says "Tom, it distracts me to have you sit there like that. Take a chair and sit behind me." He does. Now she understands; she's keenly aware of how her bare pussy is now pointing straight at him, under her skirt.
"How much to fucking fuck you?!" Greg asks again. She looks up at him as she licks his cock coyly.
"I don't do *that*, I only do blowjobs." As she says it, she wonders if the guys can hear how uncertain that statement feels. Or if they can tell how horny she is. "Well," she thinks as she flips her skirt up onto her back, "Tom sure can see how horny I am, now. He's got a perfect view of my swollen pussy."
She grins at the naughty visual and starts sucking off Greg again, who is no fool and knows not to mess with a good thing. He leans his head back and closes his eyes. Daisy is a cocksucking expert, and can control when she'll let a guy shoot his wad. Sometimes she makes a guy come quick, usually she takes her time. Right now she's taking her time. She uses her hands, cupping his nuts and sliding along his shaft. As she bobs up and down she lets her whole body get into the rhythm, swaying her pussy back and forth for Tom's benefit. Every once in a while she turns her head to the side, so she can catch a glimpse over her shoulder of Tom jacking off behind her. Her eyes lock with the guy, and her pussy throbs. She finds herself wishing she had her dildo.
She turns her attention back to Greg, slurping up and down noisily--again for Tom's benefit. She sways and lets herself get into it, and suddenly realizes that her motion has caused her skirt to slip back down, covering her ass and pussy. As she reaches back to hike it back up she feels Tom's hand lifting the skirt--but taking his time. His fingers touch her inner thigh, trailing his fingers up, until they brush the wet hairs of her pussy. As if in a dream Daisy finds her hand close on Tom's. She hesitates, then stuffs his hand over her hot pussy mound. She feels Tom drop to his knees behind her and he slips two fingers into her dripping cunt.
"Mmmmm!" She moans around the cock in her mouth, causing Greg to moan back. She takes the cock out of her mouth long enough to gasp "Twenty bucks, Tom!", then eagerly starts sucking again while thrusting her pussy onto Tom's fingers.
"…what?" Greg asks, in a daze.
"I'm in for another 20" Tom breathes. The aroma of Daisy's sex fills the air as Tom's slick fingers work inside her. It feels so good.
"Are you fucking *fucking* her, man?!" Greg blurts, looking up.
"No…" Tom says. Daisy thrusts against him as she sucks, flush with heat. "Not yet."
At that, Daisy cums, hard, pussy contracting against Tom's fingers. She pops the cock out of her mouth and pants, pumping it furiously with her hand. She gradually slows, moaning, her breath coming in gasps, until she rests her head in Greg's lap. She can feel her pussy dripping, still hot. She can hear Tom's hand up and down on his cock. She can feel Greg's cock throb in her hand. She licks it, looks up at Greg.
She slowly stands up, unwraps her skirt, and lets it fall to the ground. She turns slowly, undoes her bra, and lets that drop. Facing Tom, she steps outside of Greg's knees and pushes them together, she then slowly, very slowly, sits down in Greg's lap. He holds his cock steady. She pauses just as her pussy lips hit his dick, bent over, looking in Tom's eyes.
"Two hundred dollars, each."
"Deal!" Greg says instantly, thrusting up and into her. It's like plunging into warm honey, and Daisy shudders with pleasure. But she stays where she is, so Greg pops out after his thrust.
"Each." She repeats, still bent over, still looking at Tom.
He stands up, walks forward, puts his hand on the back of her head, and slowly slides his cock into her eager mouth.
"MMMmmmmmm…." She moans, dropping onto Greg's cock as she begins sucking Tom. She writhes on the cock, feeling like a total whore because she also has a cock in her mouth. She enthusiastically blows Tom, thrusting in and out as she bounces up and down on, then grinds on Greg's cock. Greg grabs her by the hips and pulls her down onto him, holding her steady as he revolves his cock inside. He slides his hand up and pulls her arms back, arching her back and making her tits shove out toward Tom's waiting hands. Tom kneads Daisy's boobs, then puts one hand on the back of Daisy's head. "Keep her still, man…" he breathes, then moves his hips back and forth, slowly building up speed until he is truly fucking her mouth. All three hear the slap of Tom's balls against Daisy's chin.
Tom says "Okay Greg, let me see what I've been missing" and pops out of her mouth. Greg lifts Daisy up by her ass, she sways unsteadily, lets Tom turn her around before she drops to her knees. Greg holds his slick cock steady; she bends over and sucks it into her mouth in one motion, lifting her pussy to Tom behind her.
"Oh man, she's sucking me off just after I fucked her!" Greg exclaims.
"Mmmm…" Daisy moans, then slips the pussy-flavored cock out long enough to say "I like it!"
Daisy's head bobs up and down, but Tom isn't in her yet. He must be having second thoughts. Daisy reaches back until she grasps his cock. She pulls it toward her, centers it, then pushes back with her ass until her pussy engulfs his cock in a wet sheath. Tom pauses, leaving it there while Daisy grinds her pussy in a circle. She then starts thrusting back and forth, fucking him. Soon Tom puts his hands on her hips, fucking her back with long solid strokes. His hands move up and cup her swaying tits, letting the nipples slip between his fingers. Daisy is fucked back and forth like a tug-of-war, each stroke of Tom pushing her mouth onto Greg's cock, each thrust of Greg pushing her pussy back over Tom. The guys sense the rhythm and synch up; as she fucks them with her pussy and mouth she can hear them clap hands and whoop above her.
Daisy arches her back, changing the angle that Tom's cock enters her. Explosions of heat flash through her each time his cock rubs against her clit. She pops off Greg's cock, tosses her hair like a wild beast, and then descends to engulf it again. Tom redoubles his pace, really fucking her hard, his balls slapping her cunt with a wet smack at each stroke. He spanks her hard and she flushes, squirms her pussy against him, so he spanks her again.
"This bitch likes it! Do that again!" Greg gasps. Tom smacks her ass every other stroke, changing sides every once in a while, until her ass is cherry red. Her mouth tires so she pulls off and lays her head in Greg's lap, pumping his cock with her fist and licking the balls while she gets rocked back and forth by Tom. Greg is mesmerized by Tom's performance. "Damn, man, fuck her--*fuck* her! Yeah!"
Tom pulls on Daisy's hips, pulls her off Greg's lap and onto her back on the carpet. She spreads her legs and he jumps between them, throwing them up on his shoulders. She grabs his cock and shoves it into her cunt.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she yells. Tom thrusts, long, fast in and slow out, rocking her back and forth. Greg says "Oh man, oh man!" and kneels down beside Daisy's head. She feels his cock against her cheek and turns her head, slips it into her mouth while still looking at Tom. She slides one hand up to tweak her jiggling tits while the other holds Greg's cock in her mouth steady against Tom's fucking. Her tits sway in tight figure-eights with each stroke. Greg grabs her tits so she lets that hand fall to her pussy, rubbing her clit hard.
She moans, her eyes close, she starts to pant around the cock in her mouth. "Oh man, she's coming again! Oh man!" Greg gasps. She feels his cock suddenly grow large in her hand, grow still, twitch and her mouth is instantly full of cum. She yanks out the cock and Greg jerks it, spraying cum onto her face. She squeals as she orgasms, Greg's cum spilling out of her mouth, pussy spasming, her body rocking back and forth and face getting splashed with warm cum as she's fucked. She feels the gooey streams explode onto her, giggles wildly as one large dollop splashes onto her left eyelid, sealing it shut. Her other eye flutters open when Tom yells, pulls out, and slides over her hips onto her chest, wild-eyed. She grabs his cock with both hands and jerks it, releasing a thick rope of cum onto her tits. Consumed with a sudden thirst, she leans up and tugs him forward toward her mouth, spraying her face before closing her lips around the spurting cock. She seals her lips. Tom thrusts and she feel her cheeks bulge again--it's too much too fast--she gulps Greg's and Tom's cum down her throat as fast as she can but there's still too much. Her lips loosen with a sudden release of pressure that sends huge drops cascading onto her chin and her chest. She leans back, Tom's cock popping out. A gooey strand of cum obscenely hangs from the tip of Tom's dick to her lips. She whorishly sucks it in like spaghetti, ending with a French kiss on the deflating dick.
The guys kneel on either side, taking turns dipping their drooping dicks into her slick mouth so she can repeat the spaghetti spectacle. She then sucks out the last drops of cum, and runs her fingers up her body to her cum-splattered tits and face. Judging by the way the cocks twitch in her mouth the guys seem to like that, so she scoops up the cum in her fingers, smiles a one-eyed smile and says "Another ten bucks and I'll lick my fingers clean…"
"Deal!"
"Deal!"
…
Daisy lies on her back, her fingers clean, her mouth slick with swallowed cum, her body still glistening. The two guys are collapsed beside her. None are at all uncomfortable with their nakedness. The guys lazily caress Daisy's slick body and tits while she strokes and pets their spent cocks.
"Wow." Greg says. "That was incredible. You're a fucking mess."
Daisy giggles. She stretches, feeling the drying cum stretch on her bare skin. "I… liked it." She licks her lips and giggles again.
Tom looks thoughtful. Daisy asks "What's up, Tom?"
Tom looks at her, eyes glittering.
"How would you like to make more than 10 times what you just earned?"
"How do I do that?"
"What you do best: fuck and suck Greg, me, and our 8 friends, next week."
"That would take a long time, even… doubled up." She giggles. Is he serious?
"No, you'd take us all at once."
A shiver runs through her even as she feels the cocks in her hands twitch. She sucks cock to supplement her income, and she just fucked two guys at the same time for a thrill, but what he suggests is very naughty. She considers, pursing cum-slick lips.
"How much?" she asks.
"300."
"Each?"
He smiles. "Yes. We'll be fucking you all at once. Well not exactly all at once--we'll take turns--but think about it: you can blow two or three guys while another fucks your pussy, and..." he pauses, considers, then continues "and, er, two more play with your tits."
Daisy gasps at the image. Tom continues.
"You'd be surprised how many men one girl can take at once. Trust me, I've seen it in porno. Since it's a little extreme, I think you deserve a little more money."
She considers. Until tonight she's limited herself to blowjobs, sucking off lonely travelers for 50 bucks a pop. She liked the money and also liked being a "bad girl". But a fucking gangbang? Before tonight, she rarely showed her tits to a customer. Before tonight she'd never fucked for money. She smiles. Before tonight, she never had two spent dicks in her hand, their cum covering her tits, mouth, and face.
She can hardly believe she is considering fucking ten guys at once. She can hardly believe she'd earn $3,000 in a single night if she agreed. She can hardly believe how turned on she is getting, thinking of almost a dozen men taking turns fucking her. Or, as the guy said, almost a dozen men somehow fucking her at the same time. She licks her lips again.
"Okay, I'll do it."
…
Walking down the hall from her impromptu appointment, she smiles. She is really looking forward to next week. |
Fox and Guests Pt. 04A | 11,041 | 4.55 | 827,328 | [
"celebrity",
"celebrities"
] | "Welcome ladies and gentleman to the Thursday morning edition of Fox and Guests. This morning's edition will be split into three parts; one will follow immediately after this one is concluded. The third will be aired tonight on "Fox and Guests Extreme"; it will be a wild episode. My Name is Martha MacCallum and I'll be hosting this wild edition."
"I'll give you an overview of what to expect and if you shock easily, you may want to skip today's show, but if you don't I tell you, I think it's one you'll never forget. If any of you watch our Cable broadcast shows you most likely saw advertisements for Jenny Greg, Waist Watchers and Nutra-system. Well today on our show we'll be hosting the spokeswomen and living-proof examples of how well their products work. The spin about our shows today, these women now are very, very proud of their weight loss and want to show off their new found bodies. The first show is rather limited because of their limited spokeswomen and exposure. So without further ado, for Jenny Greg let me introduce Kristie Alley and Valerie Bertinelli. Come on out her Valerie and Kristie."
They came out and both looked amazing with their new gorgeous bodies and Valerie smiled broadly at the camera; "I'm proud of my thirty-five pound weight loss and couldn't have done it without Jenny Greg. I promised myself when I lost my excess weight, I would film my fantasy. I hope you enjoy watching it half as much I enjoyed making it!"
Kristie stepped forward; "Hello everyone, I just like Valerie could not have dropped my ninety-five pounds without the help of Jenny Greg. I had promised myself, just like Valerie did; I wanted to showcase my new slimmed down body. My fantasy, to put it lightly is a little fucked up, but if any of you know me, so am I!" I believe my video will be shown after Valerie's. Like I said it's a little more risqué and wanted you to enjoy her video too."
Martha came back into the camera and was blushing from Kristie's off colored speech, but seeing what was about to be shown, it was appropriate. "Okay just a little background on what you are about to see. Valerie's fantasy was to pay back her ex-husband Eddie Van Halen's extra-marital affairs while they were married and on the other hand satisfy her craving for some strange cock. She's good friends with Jennifer Lopez and after contacting her; she was assured she could get Keith Urban to hook up with her, especially seeing they were on the road for so long doing the preliminary auditions for American Idol."
"While they were on location in Salt Lake City and seeing Keith's wife, Nicole Kidman was in Europe, shooting on location, Jennifer told me he was crawling up the walls and was flirting more and more with the contestants. She knew he was ripe for a hot one night stand. So without further ado, here is the weight loss prize Valerie Bertinelli requested!"
The screen came to light and standing in a Salt Lake City hotel was Valerie. She was looking out a huge picture window, gazing at the snowcapped mountains surrounding the city. The door opened and in walked Keith. He had a huge smile plastered on his handsome face. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt he moved over to the apprehensive Valerie, who looked amazing with her dramatic weight-loss and recently toned body.
Valerie was dressed in a slinky, off the shoulder dress. The dress had a huge vee in it, her ample breasts threatened to burst free and with a slight shove on either shoulder, the dress would surely fall from her new slim body. The dress showed her now, tiny waist and womanly hips. Her new tight ass showed prominently in the slinky dress. It flowed freely around her legs and ended at her tiny feet. Her dark, chocolate brown hair was ratted and hung down past her shoulders and danced about her trim body. She bit her lower lip as she stared into the blue eyes taking in her lush body.
"Good afternoon Valerie, how are you doing?"
She smiled as she stepped forward and placed her hands on his chest; "I'll let you know once you kiss me!"
Keith's hands came up and cupping her gorgeous face, he locked his fingers in her silky hair and tilting his head, his lips parted slightly and closed over hers. They were remarkably soft and as the kiss grew, his tongue slipped into her mouth and the kiss grew hotter and suddenly more urgent.
Valerie's body leaned into the kiss and her body was glued to Keith's firm toned body. She moaned onto his mouth when she felt him gathering her flowing dress up in his hands and a rush of cool air surrounded her bare legs. She let out a louder groan when she felt his calloused fingers slid across her bare upper thighs and cupped her tight, nearly bare ass cheeks. She thrust her hips involuntarily against his growing cock as she felt his fingers squeeze her ass even harder.
There was a knock on the door and Keith broke the kiss and moved over to the door, opened it and giving the man outside a rolled up bill, took the tray and kicked the door shut; "I thought you may like a glass of champagne to celebrate your achievements!" He popped open the bottle and poured two flutes, handing one to Valerie, he clinked glasses; "To you Valerie, congratulations and to a night, hopefully neither of us will not soon forget!"
She smiled and looked over the rim of the glass and sipped the light amber colored liquid. Licking her lips responded; "Mmmm, very nice Keith, I wonder if it tastes better licking it off your bare skin!" She sucked in her breath when he crossed his arms and removed his shirt. Tipping the glass, he trickled the champagne from his shoulder, down across his tight pecs and down to his belly. Placing the glass on the tiny table, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards his glistening body and smiled; "Why not give it try and let me know? If it is good, maybe I can try some on you too!"
She didn't have to be asked twice and her brightly colored lips descended onto his shoulder. Her tiny tongue darted out and began flicking at the amber liquid that wet his body. She moved lower and her tongue flicked out and twirled his stiffened nipple. Closing her lips around it, she drew it between them and sucking hard, she once again brought her tongue into the action. She paused briefly and gazed up into his dazzling blue eyes with her smoky dark brown eyes. Lust was smoldering behind them and letting out a deep groan, she let go of his nipple and kneeling before him traced a wet line down from his nipple, across his ribcage and down to his belly where his jeans were wet from the champagne.
Her hands deftly ripped open his pants and lowered his zipper. She tugged hard on his jeans and he kicked them away. While he was doing that, Valerie picked up the bottle of champagne behind her and tipping the bottle at his belly button, the bubbly flowed out, collected in his belly button and flowed down past his dark hairline that led to his straining cock. It splashed across his cock and balls and ran down his leg. Placing the bottle on the floor, Valerie let out a deep guttural moan and buried her face in his toned body. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. Her hands ran around and cupped his tight ass and as her mouth approached his cock, she heard Keith let out a loud gasp.
Keith mustered up all his strength and pulled away from Valerie and she looked very disappointed. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks and moved over to the bed. Sitting on it he crooked his finger in a fashion to direct her to him.
Her face lit up when she saw this and moved over to him and stopped when he motioned for her to do so.
"Okay Valerie, I think you want this nearly as bad as I do. I want you to do exactly as I say, can you do that?"
She nodded!
He shook his head; "Oh no Valerie, I want to hear you say it!"
She nodded and in a very deep whisper replied; "Yes Keith, I understand and will do whatever you ask, just don't make me wait too long, please!"
He smiled; "Okay Valerie, go and bring the bottle of champagne over to me, along with the two half full glasses!"
She turned and did as instructed. She handed him the bottle and he placed it on the end table. "Okay Valerie, please turn around and face the window. I want you to lean back slightly and shake your head a little allowing your hair to swipe back and forth across your naked back."
She twirled around and did as he instructed and she heard him let out another tiny moan, looking back she watched him slowly stroke his stiff cock. It wasn't overly large, she estimated around six or seven inches, not the biggest she's swallowed, yet larger that a lot she's experienced, just big enough to pleasure her mouth and pussy without tearing her apart.
"Okay Valerie, please slip your dress off your shoulders, but leave it around your waist!"
She slipped the material off her upper arms and catching it in the crook of both arms she slid out of it and stood there with her back to him, bare to the waist.
"Mmmm, very nice Valerie; I love how your wild hair dances around your bare shoulders and back. Now please lean over, push that gorgeous ass out towards me and slowly slip the dress off your ass and down to the floor."
Valerie took a deep breath and leaning over, Keith got his first glance of her full and firm breasts as they hung down from her trim body. She wiggled her hips from side to side as she worked the dress off her hips. She drew it down across her tight ass and Keith's eyes darted from her tits to the incredibly tight, firm tiny ass.
The dress fluttered to the floor and she kicked it aside and was just about to stand upright when she heard Keith speak again; "No, no don't Valerie, just stay like that for a few moments. I just want to take in the gorgeous sight before me." His eyes darted from her tight ass, to her shapely legs. At 5'5" her legs were just long enough to wrap around his body. Her feet were still trapped in 4" fuck me heels and looking back up her noticed her ample hips and her new tiny waist; "Okay Valerie, please straighten up and slowly turn around." He held his breath as she did just that!
She turned a couple shades of red as she blushed, but did little to hide her gorgeous figure. Her smoldering dark eyes darted from his eyes down to his cock where Keith just continued to stroke it slowly. She licked her lips; she was so close to sucking it earlier and was determined to do that soon enough. She watched him let go of his cock and it stood high and stiff before him. She looked up and he once again wiggled his finger at her to approach him, she did just that and stopped directly in front of him. She let out a squeal when he reached out, gripping her by the waist and pulled her onto the bed, planting her flat on her back as he hovered over her.
Valerie squirmed on the bed, her long, chocolate brown hair surrounded her face and made her look angelic, but looking lower, anyone could see, she was anything but angelic. She licked her full red lips and sucked in her breath as she felt Keith's body slowly closing over her tiny, yet lush, receptive body. She closed her eyes and groaned even louder when she felt the hair on his chest scrape across her stiff and pliable nipples.
Keith's lips closed over hers and his tongue was met with her active tongue. They danced back and forth and as his lips locked tightly on hers, he rammed his tongue deep into her mouth. His hands were running up and down her squirming body and as he cradled one thigh in the palm of his hand, he felt her thrust her hips upward trying to make greater contact between her pussy and his stiff cock.
Keith pulled back and attacked her neck and ear. He moved to the other side and sweeping her hair to one side, exposed her other ear and sucked and nibbled at it as his lips moved to the nape of her neck. Sliding lower he began planting wet kisses on the upper slopes of her full C cup breasts. Skipping around her nipples, he paid homage to the sides and undersides of each straining tit.
Valerie was moving her head all around and tried to direct his mouth to her aching nipples. Her eyes rolled back in her head when he finally relented and drew one stiff nub between his lips. He flicked his tongue out and rolled around and around the stiff tip. She was going insane as he worried the puckered tip to the point she let out a loud scream and thrust her tits upward, harder against his active mouth.
Keith let go of the one nipple and immediately went after the other one. He took as much time with the second one, even more and his hands were sliding all over her quaking body. When his hand palmed her dripping cunt, he wormed first one and then a second finger deep into her pussy. When his thumb, covered in her vaginal fluids, found her clit and began flicking it back and forth, she shot off like a rocket and letting out a loud groan started cumming all over his long calloused fingers.
She fisted his long unruly dirty blonde hair in her fingers. She tore his face off her tits and pulled him up to her mouth. She kissed him violently, stuffing her tongue deep into his mouth. She was still shaking from the intense fingering and sucking he had administered on her body. She reached down and wrapping her slim fingers around his stiff cock, she guided it to her weeping pussy and she let out a long sigh as she felt him slide into her pussy. Inch by inch he sent his cock onto her relieved pussy. She wrapped her slender legs around his thighs and beating her heels against his ass cheeks.
The two of them began meeting each other's thrusts with gusto and with each passing moment, their urgency to make the other cum increased and the pace grew more frantic. Soon the sound of sweaty hot skin slapping against each other filled the room as they both raced towards an explosive orgasm.
Suddenly Keith slowed his pace and placing his hands in her hips, made her squirm in his hands and making her still herself, he quickly gripped her by the ass cheeks and rolled her over and in a moment, she was above him, and not missing a beat she planted her hands on his glistening chest and steadying herself, she began riding him. She started slow and picked up the pace. Her long wild hair was whipping all around her bucking figure. She pounded up and down and then stopped and ground her pussy back and forth, grinding her cunt forward and backward, side to side as she raced towards an explosive orgasm. She stopped short when she felt Keith's cock expand and she knew he was going to cum soon.
It was her turn to torture him. She planted her hands on his arms and pushed off. Her cunt made a slurping sound as the suction surrounding his cock was broken. She quickly slid down and before he could react, her mouth opened and enveloped his slime covered cock. Inch by inch her mouth swallowed his cock and she twisted her mouth about as her nose was tickled by the hairs on his belly. Her tongue flicked out and began to whip around and around his shaft. Her fingers fondled his balls and when she slipped one finger up her puckered hole, she heard him let out a loud growl and began emptying his swollen nuts down her throat. Spurt after spurt filled her oral cavity and like a pro, she swallowed each and every drop he could expel from his cock.
When he was totally spent she pulled her lips off his cock and smacking her lips, licked whatever remained on them and swallowed them down.
Keith gripped her by the arms and drew her up to his sweat covered body and before long the two of them fell fast asleep.
In the middle of the night Valerie was awaken from a sex-filled dream only to find a real sex act being performed on her. She sucked in her breath as she felt Keith's expert tongue dipping in and out of her already wet pussy. She felt him slip two fingers into her pussy and another tickling her asshole and slowly enter her ass. She felt herself on the verge of an orgasm and just then he stopped and like earlier in the evening, he climbed up between her thighs and slipped deep into her pussy. He plowed into her like a man possessed and she came hard and as he continued to pound her merciless, she raced towards yet another, even stronger orgasm. As she stiffened and started to cum, she felt him let out a loud grown and filled her tight cunt with his potent cum. They drifted off to sleep with Keith still buried deep I her pussy.
Keith woke to the sound of the shower running and the smell of coffee. He poured himself a cup, took one sip and he noticed he had a raging hard-on and his cock was covered in a mixture of both of their cums. Putting the coffee cup down, he slipped into the bathroom and slid into the shower where a soap covered Valerie let out a squeal when she felt his body slide back and forth against her sexy backside.
Valerie's dark brown hair looked black when it was wet and slicked back. She had her head resting on Keith's shoulder, her eyes were closed and she was biting down on her lip as Keith's hands were sliding up and down her flat belly and sliding upward, he cupped her full firm tits and his thumbs flicked back and forth over her now really stiff and aching nipples.
Keith urged her to lean over and when she did, he shoved his stiff cock into her pussy.
The air rushed out of her lungs and she planted her hands on the shower wall and began pushing back against his invading cock. Her head was whipping around and her drenched locks flew around and arching her back she tensed up and exploded all over his cock.
Keith loved feeling her hot juices bathing his cock as he pumped harder and deeper into her receptive pussy. He gripped her mounds roughly and pulling her tight against his toned body, he blew his load deep in her spasming cunt.
Valerie slumped against Keith as she felt the glow of Keith's cum filling her slender, now toned body. She turned her head and locked her mouth over his and shoved her tongue deep into his mouth.
After a few minutes they struggled out of the shower and picking up two of the heated fluffy towels, Keith gently dried the lush glowing body before him.
With the two of them satisfied for the time being, they slipped into two of the robes supplied by the hotel and sat at the table and began devouring the bagels, cream cheese and steamy coffee Valerie had ordered before heading into the bathroom. They ate all of the food seeing they had skipped dinner last night. As Valerie stuffed the last piece of bagel into her mouth, a dollop of cream cheese was stuck at the corner of her sexy mouth.
Keith leaned in and wiped the cream from her mouth and fed it to Valerie.
She let out a tiny moan and licked the cream from her finger. She sucked the finger long after it was clean and she sucked on it as if it was a tiny cock.
Keith's robe began to tent up as she sucked on his finger and he leaned forward and his tongue slipped out and licked what cream his finger didn't clean up. He continued to lick and now his lips closed over hers and he let out a loud moan when he felt Valerie's hand slid up his bare thigh and closed around his cock.
Valerie began pumping his stiff cock and cupped his heavy balls. She broke the kiss and slipped to her knees and began sending hot puffs of air all along his cock. Her tongue followed and began licking up and down his cock and when she sucked one of his swollen nuts into her mouth, Keith ran his hands through her damp hair and fisted it in his fingers.
Keith leaned back in his chair as he guided her head up and down on his cock. He watched in awe as all of his cock disappeared down her throat and when she slowly pulled it out and gazed up at him, he let out a shiver and smiled down at her. He urged her mouth back onto his cock and she went willingly.
Valerie began bobbing up and down and as she picked up the pace, her hands came into the action too. She stroked his cock and balls and as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat, her saliva covered hand slipped to his ass and when he arched his back, thrusting his cock even deeper into her throat; Valerie slipped a finger into his puckered hole.
Keith let out a loud growl and pulling her off his cock, he picked her up and planted her on the bed. He tore open her robe and as she struggled out of it, he dove between her outstretched legs and immediately began licking and sucking at her pretty pussy.
Valerie shook and rolled her head from side to side, her nearly dry hair was a tangled mess about her upper body and when she arched her back, trying to feed Keith even more of her pussy, she stiffened when she heard the door open. She was beyond caring as she stared down at Keith.
Keith had his tongue stuffed deep into her weeping pussy; his blue eyes were staring up at her. He pulled back as his hands were cradling her tight ass in his hands; "My god Valerie, I wish I had enough time, if I did I'd be fucking this gorgeous ass of yours!"
She giggled and licked her lips; "I sure as hell aren't stopping you, be my guest!"
She felt the bed creak and looking to the side she let out a gasp as Jennifer Lopez planted her gorgeous bubble butt on the bed beside her.
Jennifer smiled down at her; "I was wondering where the fuck Keith was. He's supposed to be downstairs ten minutes ago for the auditions!"
Valerie giggled; "Well as you can see Jennifer, Keith is a little busy. How about joining us so we both can finish sooner?" She giggled again and gave Jennifer a sassy smile.
Jennifer was wearing a skin tight clinging, dark purple turtleneck dress. It was super short covering about eight inches of her sexy thighs. Her shoes were matching purple with fuck me heels. Her long dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her flawless face was beaming back at Valerie.
Jennifer gripped the bottom of her dress and crossing her arms, drew them up and peeled the dress off her lush body as if she was peeling a grape. Her huge DD tits rolled high on her chest and she watched Valerie's eyes light up. She reached up and pulled the ponytail holder off and shaking her head, her long gorgeous hair cascaded all over her chest and down her back nearly to her tight gorgeous ass. She immediately spread her body over Valerie's in a classic sixty-nine.
Jennifer let out a whoop when Valerie rolled the two of them over; "Sorry Jen, but I promised Keith my ass, what better way than to have you eating my pussy while he fucks my ass. You may want to suck it a little and get it nice and wet. I'd hate to have him shove that gorgeous cock of his in my ass dry!"
Jennifer let out a moan and although Valerie couldn't see what she was doing, by the sounds coming from between her thighs, Jennifer had to be sucking on Keith's cock. Valerie lowered Jennifer's tiny thong and gripping her gorgeous ass, she drew her down to her waiting mouth. As soon as Valerie's tongue penetrated Jen's pussy lips, she heard Jen let out a loud groan and the sucking sound got even louder.
Jennifer's mouth was stuffed full of Keith's cock and the angle Jennifer had her head, Keith being on his knees was fucking her face as if it was Valerie's pussy. Keith pulled his cock from her mouth and she moaned out. She was disappointed, but when she looked up and saw the tiny gorgeous pussy swaying above her she let out squeal and gripping Valerie by the hips drew her pussy down to her mouth.
Keith's hands were beside Jennifer's and spreading her tiny tight cheeks, he spread them, he lined his saliva coated cock up with her puckered hole and shoving forward, he watched the hole spread and suck his cock into her puckered hole. He pushed steadily and he bit his lip as her tight ring squeezed his cock so hard, he had to think of anything but what he was doing or he'd cum way too soon.
Keith closed his eyes and held still, it was difficult as Valerie continued to push back; she tried to slip more of his cock into her ass. Valerie was panting wildly as Jennifer ground her pussy hard against her mouth as her tongue stabbed at her hole and flicked her huge clit back and forth. At the same time she tried to concentrate, she didn't want to tighten her ass muscles as Keith shoved his cock deeper and deeper into her ass.
Jennifer was running her hands up and down Valerie's torso; she loved how slim her body was and just how firm her tits were as they swayed above her own lush body. She sucked harder when she felt an orgasm building in her belly. She was racing towards a crashing orgasm, Jennifer stabbed at her clit, she slapped Valerie on the ass and when she jumped, it sent Keith's cock deeper into her ass.
Valerie couldn't control herself any longer and slipping a finger into Jennifer's tight asshole she exploded all over Jennifer's face beneath her. She locked her lips over Jennifer's cunt and sucked as hard as she could. She grew a copious amount of cream from Jen's cunt, but Jennifer was producing it faster than Valerie could swallow it. She shoved two fingers into Jennifer's pussy and scraping the sensitive inner flesh, she found her G stop and Jennifer shot off like a geyser.
Keith unable to hold off any longer, he started cumming in Valerie's ass.
Valerie screamed into Jennifer's cunt and collapsed against Jennifer. When she did that, Keith's cock popped out of her ass. He continues to cum, shooting the remainder of his all over Jennifer's face, neck and chest.
The screen went black and Martha MacCallum was standing before the camera; "Now that is what I call a fantasy. I wish I was overweight so I could participate in a fantasy like that. Tell me Valerie, what happened after that?"
Valerie had a smile from ear to ear; "Well Jennifer and Keith quickly got cleaned up and headed down to the Idol audition. I took a nice long nap, afterwards I took a nice long shower and when Keith and Jennifer finished their auditions, they headed back to the room, we ordered in room service and continued where we left off, if you get my drift?"
Martha smiled at Valerie; "Mmmmm sounds yummy, now it's time to view Kristie's fantasy. Would you like to give us a little background on your video?"
Kristie smiled like the cat that ate the canary; "Well here it goes! I've always had this thing about black men, but not just one or two, but three or four. I guess what you would call it is a gang bang, but with black men. I don't want to give it all away, but I would like to thank Martha here to arrange the black men from her profession to help with my fantasy, that's all Martha, back to you!"
Martha smiled at her; "Well with that said, enjoy her fantasy!"
Kristie was standing before four black men. They were all seated on an oversized sofa. Surprisingly they were only dressed in tightie whities or boxers. Standing before them, Kristie was dressed in a very tight, slinky black dress. It had two tiny straps holding it up and between her very, very large breasts was a silver zipper. It was part-way open and her huge breasts were threatening to burst free. The zipper went all the way down to the hem and when she turned and walked back and forth in front of the four black men, their eyes were plastered to her chest, her large tight ass and her now trim hips. Her very long dish-water blonde hair hung down past her breasts and halfway down her back.
Charles Payne from Fox Business spoke up; "My god Kristie, you look fantastic! If I may, how much weight did you lose?"
She gave him a sly smile; "Sure Charles, just short of 95 pounds! Not only that, but I would have lost a lot more, but with all of the exercises, a lot was turned to muscle and as you know, muscles weight more than fat. In a few minutes you'll get to see just how firm everything is, yes Michael, even my huge tits are firm and I want your big cock between them first."
Michael Strahan stood and pulled his shorts off and stood there with a cock that made Kristie's mouth water, it still wasn't stiff and it had to be at least ten inches long. She imagined it at least twelve inches stiff; "I'm ready Kristie, let's get started!"
"Just hold on a minute Michael, I'd like each of you to stand and tell me your name and where you come from. Seeing you're already standing, you can start Michael!"
He looked at the camera and stroked his growing cock; "I'm Michael Strahan, I'm the co-host of Kelly and Michael on syndicated television and I can't wait to tit fuck Kristie."
Up next was Charles, standing, he lowered his shorts and his sizable fat cock, not as large as Michael's sprung out; "Hello everyone, I'm Charles Payne and I am a contributor on Fox Business and I can't wait to have Kristie straddle me and ride this!" He gripped his cock and pointed it at her.
The guy next to him stood and dropped his shorts, he was very similar to Charles and was as stiff as a board; "Hello everyone, my name is Paul Goodloe and I'm on The Weather Channel and will be happy to feel my cock into that gorgeous mouth of Kristie's!"
The last guy stood and dropped his shorts. He was between the sizes of Paul and Michael, but was a little slimmer; "Hi everyone, I'm Keyshawn Johnson, former NFL player and now an analyst in ESPN and I'd love to slip my big black cock in and out of Kristie's gorgeous ass!"
The four of them surrounded Kristie; Keyshawn was behind her, his hands reached out and placing them on her hips. He slowly slid them downward and gently caressed her gorgeous ass cheeks.
Michael stood before her and leaning forward he planted a soft kiss on her full red lips. His hands came up and slowly began to lower the zipper on her dress.
Paul and Charles standing on either side of Kristie reached up and slipped the dress from her shoulders and as Michael finished unzipping the dress, they removed her dress and she stood there in her high heels and a tiny thong.
Things started getting very busy suddenly. They guys guided Kristie over to the large bed and she willingly reclined and they followed.
Like a moth to a light bulb, all four black men attacked Kristie and she welcomed them with open arms.
Michael hovered over her and planted surprisingly soft gentle kisses on her belly and slowly worked his way upward. He rained kisses all over her lower ribcage and the undersides of her breasts. He was making Kristie moan and groan as she tried to make him suck on the most sensitive area of both huge swaying breasts, her nipples.
Paul was positioned at her head that was rolling from side to side and when he captured her head in his hands, he fisted her thick long hair in his large black hands and when she opened her eyes, she focused on the large black cock poised just an inch or two from her swollen lips. She licked them and opening her mouth, she craned her neck and caught the large head between her lips. She licked at the head and opening wider she drew more and more of his cock into her mouth.
She let out a yelp around Paul's cock as she felt a tongue sliding up and down the fat slimy cuntlips. She groaned even louder and sucked more of Paul's cock into her mouth when she felt the tongue licking her pussy, part her lips and slip deeper into her pussy. She screamed out around Paul's cock when she started cumming. The tongue between her thighs captured her clit and worked it over, back and forth, up and down and drawing it in-between his big fat lips, Charles was rewarded with a large amount of cum being released and oozed into his mouth.
Michael had both huge tits completely covered in his saliva and he had her nipples so stiff, she could hardly bare it. Slipping his lips to her neck, he drew back when he felt Paul's swollen balls graze his cheek. Kneeling up he straddled her upper body and when he planted his stiff black cock between the saliva coated pillows of flesh, he squeezed them together and began to slowly rock forwards and backwards, his cock began to fuck her tits, a dream come true for Michael Strahan.
Alongside of Paul, on the other side of Kristie, she had Keyshawn's cock in her large hand. She had it wet from her mouth and she was now stroking it in rhythm with the sucking she was performing on Paul and the tit fucking Michael was giving her.
Kristie was racing towards another orgasm as Charles tongue fucked her and played with her clit like an expert cunt-lapper. She tore her mouth off of Paul's cock and whipped her head around and began sucking wildly at Keyshawn's slimmer cock, it went down her throat and she lost it and started cumming all over Charles' face.
Charles came up for air and Keyshawn was ready to fuck her. Lying down on the bed, he pushed Michael off her chest and pulled her over his prone body.
Kristy was eager to do this, she knew her long-awaited fantasy was about to come true. She was poised over his thick muscled, but slim black body. She reached back and gripping his slim long black cock. She lodged the head between her large bubble butt cheeks and lowering her body, she felt the head part her puckered hole and slowly slip into her ass. The air was drawn out of her lungs as she sank closer and closer to his groin. When her ass settled on his flat toned body, she knew she had his entire cock buried deep in her ass. She leaned back, her long dirty blonde hair flowed over his firm black body and she began to ride his cock.
Her movements were slowed when Paul slid around between her out-stretched thighs and gripping his cock he planted it in-between her swollen cuntlips that Charles had made extremely wet from his mouth and making her cum twice. He shoved forward and it made a vulgar sucking sound as he slid deep into her spasming cunt. He gripped her legs and Keyshawn and Paul began fucking her two holes in unison.
Charles stood beside her and as her lush, sweat covered body rode up and down on the two cocks he guided her mouth on his cock. Like a well-oiled machine, she was now air-tight; all three of her holes were stuffed with stiff black cock.
Topping it off Michael climbed between Paul and Kristie. His cock was stiff as a board as he watched her suck on Charles and watched Paul and Keyshawn fuck her two lower holes. He slid his cock once again between her sweat covered tits and squeezing them together, he began tit-fucking her even fast than before.
Kristie was fucking by instinct as she lost all sense of reasoning. She sucked wildly on Charles cock; his fingers were fisting her gorgeous thick hair. She held her lower body still as she allowed Paul and Keyshawn to pound relentlessly in her ass and cunt. She screamed out loud around Charles cock as she started cumming. She shook and tore her mouth from Charles cock ass he felt it swell in her mouth.
Charles lost it and started shooting his heavy load all over her face. At almost the exact same time, Michael lost it and started cumming too. He shot stream after hot stream all over her tits, neck and onto her face.
Kristie's orgasm grew and she went directly into yet another, even strong orgasm as she felt the two black cocks shoot their creamy cum all over her face and chest.
Charles and Michael stumbled away and took a seat on the edge of the bed and they watched Paul and Keyshawn pound away at her quaking body.
Paul lost it first, shoving deep; he held it there and began shooting his heavy load into her pussy. He came so much that it began to squirt out around his cock. He held her steady when he saw Keyshawn nod and he knew what was coming next.
Kristie's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Keyshawn's cock expand and instantly felt his filling her bowels with his hot load. He came buckets and she slumped back against his as she wiggled her ass as she tried to capture every drop of his cum he had to give.
Paul slowly pulled back and his cum ran out of her pussy and when she rolled off of Keyshawn, she tried desperately to keep his cum in her ass, but with the intense fucking she had received, her muscles were too worn out to hold it in place.
After about five minutes, Kristie stumbled out of the bed and went to clean up. When she returned it began all over again and the four black studs fucked her over and over again and Kristie took all they had to give and when they finally crawled out of the bedroom, Kristie was well-fucked and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
The screen went black and standing in the studio were Valerie Bertinelli, Kristie Alley and Martha MacCallum.
"My god Kristie that was hot, don't you think Valerie?"
"You're right Martha! Kristie how was it fucking all of those gorgeous black studs at once?"
Kristie had a smile on her face! "What do you think Valerie? I got all of their numbers and they all agreed to meet again, either together or separate and I was looking out for you sister. They all would love to meet with you and me together, that is if you'd like to!"
Valerie took her by the hand and led her off the stage and as they left Valerie said; "Get your phone out and let's get them here tonight!"
The camera came back to Martha, she was laughing hysterically; "Now that is what I call unscripted TV ladies and gentlemen. We hope you enjoyed our special edition of Fox & Guests! Now we turn up the heat another notch and if you follow me, we're heading up to the Fox penthouse where the ladies from "Waist Watchers" are set to experience what Valerie and Kristie just did. So without giving away what's in store, let's go!"
Martha headed to the elevator, the doors closed and the cameras followed her up to the penthouse.
To find out what happens, check out Fox and Guests immediately following this show!
*As always, please vote and your comments are welcomed!* |
Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 05 | 311,305 | 4.68 | 555,318 | [
"lesbian",
"submissive",
"milf",
"mom",
"lesbian first time",
"18-year-old",
"oral",
"seduction",
"domination",
"oral"
] | **Summary:** Jenny's Mom tells how she ended up submitting to an eighteen-year-old cheerleader.
**Note 1:** This chapter takes place immediately after the end of part 4.
**Note 2:** Special thanks go to Steve B and estragon for their tireless editing efforts in this and many of my other works. A new rewrite edit with Tex Beethoven occurred in May 2018.
**Note 3: Narration summary:**
Parts 1 and 2 were told from the point of view of the original seductress: Megan.
Parts 3 and 4 were told by babysitter-turned-cheerleader sub Jenny.
Part 5 is told by Jenny's Mom Amy Wyatt, as she tells her daughter the story of her shocking submission, prompted by her daughter's friend and Mistress Karen.
**Story Notes:**
The timeline of this story was complicated to write. In the end I decided to tell it in the present, in the past and eventually also as a flashback. To make the distinctions clear, the normal font is the past, *the italics are the present* and **the** **bold is the flashback.**
**MOM'S STORY**
*Karen's cum glistening on my face, I was ordered by my new Mistress, who was also my daughter's cheerleading friend Karen, to tell my only daughter Jenny how I came to be tied up on my own bed, a vibrator in my vagina and her friend straddling my face.*
*I began telling my story, still secured to my bed by nylon stockings, completely naked, horny, ashamed and vulnerable in front of my daughter.*
"Jenny, I knew something was up the first time I met Karen, that first morning when you became a cheerleader. She seemed to have something intriguing about her I couldn't put my finger on."
*As I began to tell my humiliating story of submission, Karen took pity on me to a degree and untied my wrists from their tight, nylon restraints. I thanked the eighteen-year-old, "Thank you, Mistress."*
*"You're welcome, Mommy slut," she replied, painting my shame another shade darker.*
*I continued,* "That said, at the time I was way more intrigued by my daughter's overnight transformation than I was by her pretty cheerleader friend."
*Karen, sitting beside me now, did one quick pump of the toy she'd shoved inside me.*
*I whimpered and went on.* "But the next day my attention began to shift without my even noticing it when Karen offered me a foot massage. I accepted, and as Karen so gently caressed my feet, I felt a long-forgotten tingle in my vagina, a pleasure center that had been largely ignored since your father passed."
*"Your what, slut?" Karen reprimanded me.*
*"Sorry, Mistress, I'm supposed to call it a cunt. I felt a tingle in my 'cunt'.* When you two were getting ready to leave, I couldn't believe that I purposely stretched, trying to showcase my big breasts to Karen like a cougar yearning to look attractive to this teenager. When Karen kissed me on the cheek ever so delicately, I felt a chill go up my back. When she hugged me, her hand resting on my ass, I finally concluded that no question, Karen was indeed flirting with me. Yet instead of being flattered I was mortified that I had allowed my daughter's friend to massage my feet so sensuously, and even more stunned that I both liked it and wanted her to touch me even more. Once you two were gone I went directly to my bedroom and masturbated myself to a very intense orgasm, my first good one since your father died. But once my orgasm had faded I was embarrassed by my impulsive actions and promised myself I wouldn't let such innocent flirting, if she was even flirting at all, distract me."
*"You seem pretty distracted right now, dyke," Karen pointed out, beginning to fuck me slowly with the toy.*
*"Y-y-yes, that's true," I agreed, unable to deny my newfound desire to come over and over. I continued telling my daughter about my complete fall from grace,* "Obviously I couldn't control my desire. When I came into Jenny's room and Karen kissed my cheek a day or two later, whichever it was, I realized two things: one, I had a crush on my daughter's new friend and two, my daughter was a lesbian."
*"How did you know that?" Karen led me on.*
"At the time it was just a hunch. As for you Karen, well... I knew I had a crush on you the second you came into my house and kissed me on both cheeks again. I instinctively almost moved in for a kiss on your lips and barely managed to stop myself. But when you complimented me saying, 'Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today,' I became your putty. When I felt your hand just grazing my ass, any thoughts I had that you were only being friendly evaporated. As I watched you leave, my vagina... I mean my cunt was tingling uncontrollably as I checked out your amazing legs from behind. Once you two went upstairs, I took a long cold drink of water, trying desperately to ignore my inappropriate fascination with my daughter's eighteen-year-old cheerleader friend. But I couldn't, it just kept building."
*"Did you masturbate downstairs, my slave?" Karen inquired.*
"No, Mistress. I controlled my desires, but then I heard your screaming orgasm and rushed up the stairs. As soon as I entered the room I knew my daughter was a lesbian."
*"How did you conclude that?" Karen asked curiously, the toy now fully inside me.*
"The sexual tension in the room and Jenny's ruby red cheeks told me she was guilty about something. Your red face and slightly heavy breathing, Karen, was the next clue. There was no way you had stubbed your toe. Then you asked me to check your toe and I knew this was where I should put a stop to everything by refusing, but instead I knelt down beside you, suddenly feeling absurdly nervous. I could smell your sex instantly and as soon as I looked up I could see your shaved cunt glistening, so I concluded that my precious daughter's face had just been busy in there. I then gave you the foot massage you requested, my own cunt beginning to leak into my panties. I couldn't resist and took many quick glimpses between your legs and into your cunt, and even though I was pretty sure you both saw me doing it, I couldn't resist my fascination. Once I was done and you kissed me on both cheeks again, I panicked and needed to leave the room. Then just as I was leaving, I glanced over at my daughter who was staring at me, still with guilt all over her face, and her face shiny with what could only have been your juice. Completely out of my element, I quickly fled the room... I couldn't get out of there fast enough! I was rattled the rest of the evening, long after you left. Supper with my daughter that evening was awkward as I knew what she'd done and I felt she knew exactly what I was feeling, that I was so horny for you I couldn't stand it! But of course I couldn't admit that to her. That evening, alone in my bed again, I masturbated myself to not one or two, but three orgasms, imagining it had been me between Karen's legs, not my daughter. I couldn't believe I had become such a poor mother that instead of protecting my daughter from Karen's insinuous sexuality, I was envious of your lesbian opportunity."
*"Do you want to cum, slut?" Karen asked.*
*"Yes please, Mistress," I replied honestly.*
*"Even in front of your daughter?" Karen continued to humiliate me.*
*"Yes, Mistress," I replied, ashamed but defeated.*
*Pulling the toy out of me, causing a loud swishing sound as it emerged, she promised, "Well, once you finish telling her your story I'll fuck you to an orgasm."*
*"Yes, Mistress, thank you," I responded, unable to hide my excitement at the opportunity of being fucked by this eighteen-year-old Domme cheerleader.*
*I continued my tawdry tale, still avoiding eye contact with my daughter,* "So then on the weekend while you girls were at your cheerleading retreat, I searched through Jenny's computer."
*"Mom!" Jenny gasped, "how could you?"*
*I looked at my daughter for the first time in a while and answered apologetically, "I'm so sorry, honey. You know I've always respected your privacy, but with the recent changes in you and the changes in me, I just had to know! For one thing I needed to know that things weren't even worse for you than they appeared: that you weren't in danger."*
*I could see the devastation of my betrayal in her eyes, oddly more than I'd even seen when she'd first found me in this sexual predicament. She muttered, "I still can't believe you'd do that."*
*Karen ended the drama. "Enough with the pretended shock, Jenny. You knew I was going to seduce and fuck your Mom, and you didn't do anything to stop me."*
*It was my turn to be shocked. "You knew?"*
*Jenny now on the defensive, at first she barked, "That's not true!" but then relented, "Well I suppose it is true, but Mom, I never in a million years thought you'd actually succumb to her charms. It was just way too preposterous a notion." She paused, looked at me with a resigned expression and went on, "But apparently it wasn't so preposterous after all."*
*My head was reeling with all this new information, yet it didn't change anything. Whatever Jenny had or hadn't known, it was still undeniable that I was the adult and that it was I who had submitted to Karen.*
*Getting back to the story at hand, the tale of my utter submission to my daughter's friend, I continued,* "Anyway Jenny, as I searched your computer I kept finding surprise after surprise. First, I found you frequently visited a website called Literotica where you read almost exclusively lesbian fiction. I read some of the stories you'd saved on your hard drive and many had similar themes: submissive lesbian stories. It didn't take long for it to sink in that my daughter was clearly a lesbian, clearly submissive and just beginning to learn about her sexuality. I have to admit when I read the story Training Teacher, I actually came hard, imagining myself as the teacher during that seductive parent-teacher interview. I copied the links to some other stories to read later on my own private laptop before continuing to search your computer. Not as research on how I could help my daughter this time, just because they were hot and struck a chord in me.
Then I found some saved chats. The more I read, the more stunned and shocked I became at what my baby, my sweet innocent Jenny, had been up to right under my nose! I read through some chats with a Dr. Meg, who was clearly seducing my daughter, and later found some chats of my Jenny attempting rather bluntly to submit to some stranger online."
*Karen, always one to troll for the shock value, teased, "Do you know who Dr. Meg is?"*
*"No, idea," I replied, although I was very curious.*
*"Your next-door neighbour Megan," Karen revealed.*
*"No!" I responded, totally shocked. Karen had babysat for Megan for over a year. Megan had an adorable young child. It didn't seem possible.*
*"Yes," Karen rebutted, "isn't that so, Jenny?"*
*Jenny whispered, almost inaudibly, "Yes."*
*"And what's more, she is Jenny's and my Mistress," Karen revealed.*
*I couldn't imagine someone more powerful than Karen so I responded, slightly dazed by yet another bombshell, "I can't believe that."*
*"Believe it, slut, but believe it or not for now, soon you'll receive your proof when you're on your knees with both of us beside you on ours, submitting to her too," Karen proclaimed. "I feel just like John the Baptist, saying that!" she chuckled irreverently.*
*Megan was a beautiful woman and until this very moment I'd considered her as just a friendly, sweet neighbour. But now with my own naughty side unleashed, I could imagine her exactly as Karen described, as a powerful Mistress whom I too longed to please.*
*"Do you want to submit to Mistress Megan?" Karen asked me.*
*"Do I have a choice?" I responded.*
*"We always have a choice," Karen pointed out.*
*I realized she was right. I could have prevented this submission to her from occurring...maybe. But a dark side of me, a side I'd held in check for a long time, too long, had finally come out of hiding, and once out, there was no going back. "Yes, I suppose so," I responded, trying to avoid sounding as eager as I really was and looking like the fool who rushed in. Yeah, right! It's a bit late for that, isn't it?*
*Karen waved her hand dismissively, "We can talk about your submission to the neighbourhood's Head Mistress later. Please continue your story."*
*I had to think briefly to remember where I'd left off before I continued,* "Well, I decided I'd have to confront Jenny when she returned from her cheerleading retreat, although I really had no idea how even to begin. I didn't want her to know I'd been on her computer and reading her private stuff! Conflicted and confused, I shut down her computer and contemplated how I might deal with this. I didn't get anywhere, so I just went to bed and jilled off endlessly before falling asleep.
"The next day, yesterday, I must confess I spent hours online, reading story after story on the Literotica website in the lesbian section. Occasionally I would click on another story listed as having a similar theme to a story I was just finishing . This led me to the occasional group sex story and, I hate to admit it, even a few incest stories. It wasn't the incest that turned me on, but the utter submission of the mother to the daughter that did. For example, I...no, never mind."
*"You can't just start something delicious like that, then leave us hanging," Karen objected.*
*"No, it's not important," I responded, trying desperately to make it seem like it was really nothing.*
*"Would you like be punished in front of your daughter?" Karen threatened.*
*"No!" I responded, quick as a knee-jerk, terrified at what the sexy but powerful teen might do to me and how that would make me look to my daughter, as if it could get any worse than it already was! My face flushed with embarrassment I admitted,* "There was a story called 'Mommies Make Good Puppies' about a daughter who dominated her Mom and made her into her pet, like a puppy. I can't explain it, but such utter submission had me so wet, I ended up fucking myself with a hairbrush."
*"You don't have any toys?" Karen asked, flabbergasted.*
*"No," I admitted.*
*"Well, that's just stupid. We'll change that very soon," Karen promised.*
*"Ok," I agreed, although the smirk on her face had me slightly worried.*
*"So you fucked yourself with a brush fantasizing about being your daughter's pet?"*
*"No, no, no," I adamantly denied, "I got off on the utter submission, not the incest part."*
*"Sure you did," Karen responded, dismissing my distinction between one and the other.*
*"No, really!" I countered, desperate to end this talk of incest, especially with my daughter right here in the room watching Karen dominate me and imagining who knows what.*
*"Jenny, would you like to have a pet?" Karen asked.*
*My mouth dropped open, mortified at the question. Jenny luckily had the same mindset as mine and blurted, "No!"*
*"You sure? Mommy seems like she would be a very good little pet for you. A very obedient little pet. She comes highly recommended...by me," Karen teased, clearly trying to humiliate me even further.*
*Jenny shook her head, clearly as uncomfortable as I was with this topic.*
*Karen shrugged, looking directly at me, "Whatever. Maybe later. So then what happened, slut?"*
*Thankful that the awkward incest conversation was over, hopefully forever, I continued,* "Yesterday I did my best to avoid the temptation of my newfound libido, but I ended up spending a few more hours on Literotica. I learned I could search by tags and searched under the lesbian category using tags like submissive, blackmailed, domination, teenager. I don't know how many times I got off yesterday, but it was more than a dozen."
*"Wow!" Karen responded, impressed, "When the dam breaks, it really breaks."*
*I blushed again, although my face was probably stuck on ruby red forever. "*I also tried endlessly to think of a way of talking to my daughter. Jenny, I still hadn't come up with a plan that looked at all feasible by the time you were due to return home last night, so I just chickened out, fled to a donut shop and sat there stuffing my face with pastries while I avoided the inevitable confrontation with you, knowing I couldn't hide forever. By the time I came home and snuck in the front door you were asleep in bed. I thought maybe I could deal with it today somehow, maybe just blurt out something unbearably awkward and wing it from there, but you'd gone somewhere by the time I woke up, and I guess that's rather irrelevant now."
*"I would say so," Karen chuckled.*
*Ignoring her comment, I continued, "Which I guess leads us to today."*
*"Oh yes, it certainly does," Karen responded, her sexual innuendo impossible to miss. "And your final submission as my slut," she added narcissistically.*
*I paused, pondering how to even start the bizarre events that led to me in this submissive predicament, this humiliating, yet utterly enthralling submission.*
*"Yes," I agreed, my shame burning so hot I thought I looked like I was on fire.*
"Anyway, there was a knock on the door just before twelve. I was still in my robe, having a very lazy Sunday while I just sat around fretting nonstop about you, quite frankly. I opened the door and there was Karen in her usual cheerleading outfit. I told her you were out at the mall or something, but she said she was here to see me. I invited her in, unsure why she would come here just to see me."
*"But your cunt knew, didn't it?" Karen vulgarly proclaimed.*
*"I don't know. I don't think so, honestly. It hadn't hit me yet what your intentions were, although I guess it should have," I admitted.*
"So Karen came into my house and I offered her some iced tea. She accepted and I went into the kitchen to get some. Karen followed me in and sat down at the table. Once I'd poured the iced tea, I returned to the table with our two glasses and sat down."
*Karen pushed the toy fully into my cunt and demanded, "Close your legs, slut." I obeyed. The buzzing toy immediately became a major distraction.*
*I continued telling the humiliating story to my daughter, although now I changed my narration style to tell the story with the dialogue as I remembered it.*
**I asked, "What can I do for you, Karen?"**
**Karen smiled, "I need some advice."**
**"OK," I replied, "What's about?"**
**"Well, you may have guessed this already, but I'm a lesbian," she revealed rather frankly.**
**I was slightly surprised by her secret, although in retrospect it made perfect sense and my first thought was to ask if she'd made my daughter one too, although I already knew the answer. "That's ok my dear, this is 2010," I comforted, knowing this was often a delicate situation.**
**"Oh, I know," she responded, not looking all that worried, "It's just that... how do I tell my Mother? She'll freak!"**
**"Hmmm," I pondered, "I don't know, but I've found that honesty is always the best approach, even if at first there may be a rough patch."**
**"How would you respond if Jenny told you she was a lesbian?" Karen asked.**
**A week ago it would have shocked me to the core, but by this point I just assumed that she was one. The evidence was all there. "Well, I'd support her of course. I mean, being a woman in the world today is tough enough. Being a lesbian in a man's world is even tougher. I would hate for her to be an outcast or ridiculed because of her sexual orientation. Her happiness is far more important to me than some label."**
**"So you would be ok with it?" Karen questioned.**
**"Yes, although I'd rather she be straight and eventually get married and have kids and all the other typical American family dream stuff," I answered honestly, hoping my daughter was just curious and not actually gay.**
**"It's 2010, Mrs. Wyatt, she can still get married and have kids even if she marries a wife instead of a husband," Karen pointed out, using my own words against me.**
**"Oh, I know," I agreed, but rationalized, "but it's still particularly tough to live in today's world as a gay couple unless you move to San Francisco."**
**She shrugged before asking me a question I wasn't remotely expecting, "Have you ever had a lesbian experience, Mrs. Wyatt?"**
**"My goodness, no," I responded.**
**"Does the idea disgust you then?" Karen asked, sounding like I'd offended her.**
**"Oh, no, no, no, it's not that," I tried to recover, "It's just that I grew up in a much more black-and-white time. You met a boy, got married, had kids and so forth. Being a lesbian back then almost made you a pariah, like being from the wrong side of the tracks."**
**"So you've never thought another woman was attractive?"**
**"Oh sure, I mean of course I know when a woman is good-looking. I've often compared myself to other women, especially when I was married and I saw my hubby checking out the younger ones."**
**"But you never were tempted to do anything with them?"**
**"No," I answered honestly, wondering how this conversation had shifted from Karen's coming out to my own non-lesbian lifestyle.**
**"Never?" she asked, her tone shifting in a way I can't explain, but which implied she thought I was lying.**
**I too quickly responded, "No, never."**
**At that moment, Karen spilt her half-full glass of iced tea onto her cheerleader's top. "Oh shit," she cursed, "I'm so clumsy. If this stains, coach will kill me. I've already wrecked one this year."**
**At that moment, Karen spilt her half-full glass of iced tea onto her cheerleader's top. "Oh shit," she cursed, "I'm so clumsy. If this stains, coach will kill me. I've already wrecked one this year."**
**Instantly leaping into Mother-crisis mode I ordered, "Here, hand it to me. I'll throw it in the wash right away."**
**She quickly obeyed and stunned me when I saw she wasn't wearing a bra and her young, firm breasts were suddenly uncovered directly in front of me. I froze in a slight daze, staring at them. Karen asked, her tone innocent and sweet, "Is anything wrong, Mrs. Wyatt?"**
**Her words brought me back to reality and I stammered, pretending her firm naked breasts hadn't had any effect on me, "N-n-n-n-no, nothing. I'll just go and throw this in the wash."**
**I began to leave, but Karen ordered me, "Stop! I got some on my skirt, too." She slipped out of her skirt and was now wearing nothing but beige thigh high stockings and what appeared from the tiny pink triangle in front to be a thong. Not able to speak, I took the skirt and top and quickly rushed downstairs, my head a mess. While I tossed the clothes in my washing machine I tried to straighten out my head, not able to erase Karen's almost naked body from my mind. I took a deep breath and chanted to myself over and over, 'I am not a lesbian, I am not a lesbian, I am not...' Finally reasonably confident in my self-control, I went back upstairs. Karen was still sitting at the kitchen table, still half-naked, still captivating.**
**"I'd better go get you a robe," I managed, and fled upstairs to Jenny's bedroom. I returned breathlessly and handed her the robe.**
**She stood up, "Can you please put it on for me, Amy?"**
**A strange request, but wanting her covered up as quickly as possible to derail the impact her nudity was having on me, I obliged. My hands shook slightly as I stood in such close proximity to this gorgeous and manipulative girl who was causing me to question my sexuality. She backed up to me as she reached her arms through the sleeves and once it was on, she turned around so we were eye to eye. She leaned in, I thought to kiss my lips, but instead she kissed my cheek. A tingle spread to my vag... sorry, 'cunt', and I desperately tried to ignore it.**
**She excused herself to go to the washroom and I waited, the whole time running through... I don't know, song titles beginning with the letter 'J', anything to try and extinguish a fire that was getting hard to ignore. She came back a couple minutes later and placidly... totally unlike me... sat across from me, returning to our conversation as if it had never been interrupted. "So you have never...ever...thought about another girl sexually?"**
**"I didn't say that," I replied, attempting to make a joke about it.**
**"So, you** **have** **thought of a girl sexually?" she asked, her tone giving just a hint of flirtation.**
**"I imagine every woman has at some point," I responded, attempting desperately to make it seem generic and not personal...certainly not about her and me.**
**"Ya think?" she grinned, which confirmed to me that she was indeed flirting with me. While my head tried to resist the temptation, the fire in my belly was getting harder to ignore.**
**I shrugged, still desperately attempting to keep things casual, "Of course."**
**I heard a thump under the table and Karen cursed, "Ouch, shit, I stubbed my toe again."**
**"Are you OK?" I asked, motherly instinct again luring me into dangerous waters.**
**"I think so, but can you come around and take a look?" she asked, turning her chair away from the table.**
**Without thinking, I went around, dropped to the floor and took her stockinged foot into my hand. "I don't see anything hurt, Karen. I think you..." I began and, as I looked up, I saw her completely uncovered pussy, her robe 'casually' draped to the sides of her legs.**
**"Do you like what you see, Mrs. Wyatt? Amy? You did say I could call you that," Karen asked, her wicked smile giving the lie to any last illusion of innocence that may have existed.**
**"P-p-pardon?" I stammered, thrown by a sudden air of inevitability in the room.**
**"You heard me Amy, do you like looking at my cunt?" she asked, before adding, "You sure seemed to be enjoying it the other day."**
**I began to stand up but felt her hand on my shoulder. "Don't get up yet, Amy. Take a good look at the cunt your daughter loves to lick."**
**Hearing her confirm my suspicions about my daughter's recent explorations sent a chill up my back, but I obeyed and remained on my hands and knees, staring at the teen's shaved cunt. It looked so inviting. I couldn't explain it, but suddenly I wanted nothing more than to taste my daughter's friend's cunt. I knew I should stand up and end this silliness right now, but instead I just stared like a teenage boy at his first strip show.**
**"You want to lick it just like Jenny does, don't you, Amy?" she teased, opening her legs wider.**
**I didn't say anything, although the fact that I was on my knees in my kitchen and staring at her cunt was probably answering the question already. I tried to resist, to escape, but I couldn't. I was helpless and completely at the whim of this beautiful eighteen-year-old.**
**"Answer me, slut!" she roared, startling me completely.**
**Being called a slut should have startled me back to reality. I was definitely not a slut. But instead the harsh derogatory slur had my pussy getting damper. I stammered like a shy fool, "I-I-I-I don't know."**
**"You don't know? Are you sure?" she teased, sliding a finger inside her cunt. I watched in voyeuristic awe as she pumped that hypnotic finger in and out. After a few seconds she pulled it out and brought it towards my lips.**
**Without even thinking I leaned forward and opened my mouth. She pulled her finger back a bit, although her scent still lingered just above my nose. "Beg to suck my finger," she ordered.**
**Again I should have prevented this; should have halted my humiliating fall, but all I wanted was to suck her finger, to taste her juice. "Karen, may I please lick your finger?"**
**"Are you sure you want to?" she questioned, the sticky, fragrant finger just poised there in front of me.**
**Each question weakened my resolve a bit further, "Yes."**
**"Yes what?" she asked.**
**"Yes, I don't know...Karen?" I replied, unsure what she wanted me to say.**
**She explained, "As soon as your mouth touches my finger, you are mine. I will become your Mistress and you will become my slut...my cunt...my lez. Is that understood?"**
**The harsh reality she was presenting to me had me reconsidering my desire to submit to her. I was not a lesbian! And certainly not a cunt! While I pondered this, she dipped her finger back in her cunt, recoating her fingers with her juice. She brought it to my lips and explained, raising the temptation tenfold, "Just to give you another hint of what you'll be missing if you decline."**
**As soon as her finger touched my lips, I extended my tongue and tasted the forbidden nectar. I didn't know what I thought it would taste like, but one taste and I craved more. I leaned forward to satisfy my craving, but she moved it just out of my reach.**
**"So you're ready to submit to me completely?" she asked.**
**"Yes," I whimpered without hesitation, my panties now sticky with my own fluid.**
**"Yes what?"**
**"Yes, Mistress," I announced, officially committing myself to a commitment I didn't yet completely comprehend.**
**She rewarded me by placing her finger to my lips. "Good slut, now clean my finger."**
**I obeyed, eagerly, like a puppy being rewarded for doing a trick. I savoured her juice, using my lips and tongue to get every drop of it from her finger.**
**Once I was done, she asked, "Do you want some directly from the source, Jenny's Mommy?"**
**Tossing in my daughter's name was obviously being used to shame me even more, but I was in way too deep to back out now. My eyes stared at the wet, shining pussy directly in front of me. "Yes, Mistress," I submitted.**
**Karen repositioned herself so her pussy was perched at the lip of the chair and only inches away from my face. "Do you like what you see?" she teased.**
**"Yes, Mistress," I responded, a slight moan escaping me.**
**"Are you wet, slut?" she questioned.**
**Humiliated, I nodded my head in the affirmative.**
**"Give me your panties," she demanded, before adding, "actually, get naked, slut."**
**Mortified, I stood up, pulled open my robe and allowed it to drop to the floor. Wearing only my nightie and panties, I felt so vulnerable! No one had seen me naked since my husband passed. I trembled like a drug addict going too long without a fix as I struggled to get my nightie over my head. Once I was wearing only my panties, I hesitated, a bundle of nerves.**
**"The panties too, slave," turning her chair to face my new location.**
**This newest word, 'slave', provoked extra leakage to dampen my panties for some unfathomable reason. I was willing to be her slave? I knew that I already was, so I obeyed and handed her my panties. "Holy shit, slut, you're soaking wet! Why?"**
**"I don't know," I answered honestly, standing naked and horny in my own kitchen.**
**"Don't you?" she teased, tugging down on my hand, indicating I should fall back onto my knees. Once I was there again in this submissive position, my eyes on the same level as her cunt, she added, "I think you know exactly why you're wet. You want to be my slut, a lesbian sub just like your daughter. You're in exactly the same position your precious little dyke daughter was just a few days ago...on her knees between my legs in this very house just before you rushed upstairs to 'rescue' her. Are you ready to submit completely?"**
**"Yes, Mistress, I'll do anything," I admitted, trying to ignore the humiliation I felt from the reality she kept reminding me I was in.**
**"I like that. I like that answer very much," she purred. "Go ahead slut, taste your prize."**
**I leaned forward, full of trepidation, very slowly. The closer I got to her wet cunt, the more intoxicated I got from the scent alone. Finally, after almost forty years of life I was tasting my first pussy, and as soon as I did I knew there was no turning back. I licked slowly at first, but once her pussy got wetter from my tongue and the juices began to leak, I became determined to coax out more and more of her juice. I licked and I sucked. I probed her pussy lips with my tongue, penetrating her moist depths with my tongue, wanting nothing more than to bury myself inside this fragrant and tasty cunt. Her whimpers became moans, and after a few minutes of random licking and sucking, I felt her hand pressing on the back of my head, pulling me in deeper. I was soon rewarded for my eagerness with an explosion of her cum coating my mouth, lips and nose. She held my face tight against her pussy till long after her orgasm had subsided. Once done, she praised me, "Well, you are an eager little beaver, aren't you?"**
**"Yes, Mistress," I replied, oddly thrilled by her approval, my face now sticky with her cum.**
**"Crawl up to your bedroom, slut, we're just getting started," she ordered me.**
**My pussy tingled in anticipation of the further pleasure I desperately craved. I dropped onto all fours like a dog and began crawling upstairs to my room like a puppy, humiliation and desire tearing me apart while she followed me.**
**Once we arrived in my room she demanded, "Get up on your bed, slut, and stay on all fours."**
**I obeyed and turned my head to watch behind me, both disappointed and nervous as she left the room. My nerves came flooding back as I wondered where she was going. She was gone a couple of minutes before returning, now wearing a strap-on cock. I briefly wondered where she could have gotten such a toy, but decided it no longer mattered.**
**She got on the bed, "Does my slut want to be fucked?"**
**"Yes, Mistress," I replied, wanting nothing more, partly because it had been so long since I'd been fucked and partly because of this utter submission at the hands of this powerful cheerleader.**
**Her plastic cock touched my pussy lips and I quivered just a bit, hornier than I'd ever been in my life. "My, my, you really are one horny bitch! Hard to believe you're a dyke virgin. Well, your daughter was too, until just over a week ago."**
**Every time she mentioned you Jenny, my shame doubled, yet no matter how much I knew I should stop this before it went any further, my desire to come and even to be humiliated overwhelmed me.**
**Without warning she thrust the plastic cock deep inside my wet pussy and I screamed, "Aaaaaaaaaah, yes!"**
**Holding the cock deep and motionless in my cunt she asked, "Who owns you?"**
**My only desire was to come, and the only way to come was complete submission to this radiant, beautiful, powerful teenager, so I answered, "You are, Mistress."**
**Her single quick withdrawal and thrust back in only increased the hunger in my cunt. "And you will do anything I ask, my dyke?"**
**"Yes, Mistress, anything," I whimpered, just wanting her to fuck me, ignoring the potentially unlimited consequences of such a commitment.**
**Three more quick thrusts assaulted my pussy, bringing more urgency.**
**"Beg to come, slut," my new Mistress ordered.**
**Propriety long gone, I pleaded like a nasty whore, "Oh Mistress, fuck your slut, she needs to come so baaaaaaad!"**
**Satisfied with my pleas, at last she began to fuck me hard and fast, each purposeful thrust filling my pussy. Each hard plunge had me wetter and closer to my much-needed orgasm. As my moans got louder, she suddenly pulled out and ordered, "Flip over on your back, slave!"**
**I quickly did, assuming she planned to continue fucking me. Instead, I watched in dismay as she removed her stockings and used them to secure my wrists to the bedposts. I stared at her in utter horror as my helplessness soared, as did my desperate need to come. Once she had me tied securely, she removed the strap-on and again left the room without a word. Frustration filled me, both from my helplessness and my need to come. This time I must have waited over forty-five minutes before she sauntered back in, drinking a glass of water and texting on her cell phone. Before I could react, she took a picture of me in the most exposed, vulnerable and humiliating position I'd ever been in.**
**She shrugged, "Just in case my slut ever decides to deny her proper place on her knees as my slave."**
**She set the water glass down and left again. I wondered if my humiliation would ever end and realized that Jenny could be coming home soon. I called out, "Mistress, please untie me: Jenny could be home any minute."**
**Karen came back in, helpfully I thought, but in her hand was now a vibrator. She walked over and not at all gently shoved it into my cunt. I whimpered, again my desire to come overriding any other concerns. She straddled my face and lowered her cunt onto my lips. I began licking, as I assumed she expected me to, when I heard the front door slam shut downstairs and suddenly I was frantic. My bedroom door wasn't even closed! All Jenny would have to do was walk down the hallway and she'd see me like this!**
**Calmly Karen explained, "Be a good little slut you whore, and I will allow you to come. But there's no reason to hide your new status from your daughter, it's the same as her own. Like daughter, like Mother, I suppose."**
**Defeated and restrained, I accepted my role because I couldn't do anything else, the toy buzzing shamefully inside me as Karen called out, "Get your ass upstairs, Jenny!" She rubbed her pussy on me, using my face and lips to get herself off. I licked as best I could in my almost suffocated state position for another couple of minutes until I heard Karen scream at the top of her lungs, way over the top, "That's it Mommy, I'm coming, lick your Mistress's cunt, yesssss!" She collapsed forward, her cum dripping onto my face.**
**I lay still, dead certain that by now my daughter must be in my room watching, yet with most of my attention distracted by the toy inside me. My hopelessness was confirmed when Karen purred brightly, "I bet you're dying to know how this happened?"**
**My Mistress moved aside and I was looking straight into your eyes Jenny, as you looked back and saw me in my totally humiliated state. You were obviously stunned, your eyes were wide and I didn't hear a single word escape your lips. I begged for a forgiveness I knew I could never deserve:** **"I am so sorry, Jenny, so sorry. I just couldn't resist."**
**There was another long, painful silence that was broken by my new Mistress, now Mistress to us both,** **"Enough, Mommy slut. Just tell your daughter how you ended up submitting to me."**
\*\*\*\*\*
*"Which leads us to right now. I am so, so, so sorry, Jenny," I apologized again with both my words and my eyes.*
*Jenny stared back at me silently, stunned by all she'd heard and witnessed.*
*Karen pushed me back onto my back and began pumping the toy in my pussy. My long pent-up stress and much-needed orgasm took control and I again became not Jenny's Mom, but only Karen's slave. "Oh yes, Mistress, please keep fucking me!"*
*"Are you ready to come, slut?" Karen questioned, testing me in front of my daughter, showing me off.*
*Nonetheless I pleaded unashamedly, "Yes, Mistress, I need to come so bad," I begged. She left the vibrating toy lodged in me while she tied my wrists to my bedposts again.*
*"In front of your daughter?" she pressed.*
*The answer should have been an instant no, yet my need to come superseded duty and my dependent daughter heard nothing coming from her mother's lips but moans of, "Yes, Mistress, right in front of my daughter. Make me completely yours in front of my daughter." My only ray of hope was a look in her eyes hinting that she'd already been where I was right now and that perhaps she understood. God, did I cling to that hope!*
*Karen returned her hand between my legs and resumed pumping the toy into me, and the moment she leaned down and took my clit into her mouth, I shuddered and screamed as my long-awaited orgasm followed, "Oh yes, Mistress, I am comiiiiiiiiing!"*
*Karen kept my clit in her mouth through my entire orgasm, easily the most intense and fulfilling orgasm I had ever felt. Yet as soon as the orgasm was done, shame overwhelmed me. I had just submitted to my daughter's friend in front of my daughter! I was mortified! I tried to move, but realized I was still tied up. I asked, "Can you untie me, please?"*
*Karen asked Jenny, ignoring me completely, "How was your day, Jenny?"*
*Finally hearing Jenny speak again, I heard her say, not with disgust, not with compassion, only with mundane obedience, "I accomplished my task, but it was quite a challenge."*
*"But you did fuck Miss Morgan?" Karen quietly dropped a new bombshell onto my psyche.*
*"Yes, Mistress," my daughter replied, identical to the way I said it. I was doubly shocked. First, at hearing my daughter call Karen 'Mistress' like I'd been doing all afternoon and second, learning my daughter had seduced her teacher, assumedly the one I'd read about her chatting with online.*
*"I want to hear all the juicy details," Karen said.*
*"Of course Mistress, but can we go to my room? I also have to get ready for a date," my daughter announced. I was now also curious about my daughter's date. So much overwhelming new information! A couple of weeks ago I'd thought I knew everything about my daughter, but now I felt like I didn't know her at all.*
*"A date? With whom?" Karen asked, her curiosity also piqued.*
*"Ashley," Jenny revealed, her voice betraying her insecurity, which I could still recognize. I sensed she was deliberately ignoring me as if she were afraid to do otherwise. Why? But I didn't have to ask why. How could my teenage daughter possibly hope to process or forgive what she had just witnessed?*
*Karen got off the bed, leaving the toy still inside me, grabbed my daughter's hand and began to leave my room. When she reached the door, she turned around, looked at me and ordered, "Stay," and left, laughing out loud. Bound to the bed as I was, how could I possibly do anything but?*
*I lay there stunned, humiliated and exhausted. How would I ever again be able to show my face to my daughter? How could I possibly regain her respect? My mind replayed the past couple of hours in my mind, and I was mortified by what I had done. What had I agreed to? What had I become? Each simple downward step of my submission flashed through my head. My shame slowly simmered as the buzzing in my cunt began to take control. I sighed, knowing I was no longer in control of anything. I closed my eyes, awaiting the unknown....*
**The end of Chapter 5... Jenny's adventures continue in Chapter 6....** |
Matt Becomes Mattie Ch. 07 | 43,557 | 4.6 | 511,127 | [
"crossdressing",
"lingerie",
"femdom",
"panties",
"queening",
"submission",
"bondage",
"lesbian",
"watersports",
"oral servitude"
] | I grabbed my clutch bag, Jo hers, and we had a little kiss session.
"I could take you now, Mattie; I love you so much and I want to fuck your rigid."
I laughed, "Mmmm, we will just have to wait until later."
We left the suite and locked the door; I took the card-key and put it in my bag.
We headed down for a celebratory drink and then we had a wonderful dinner in this Michelin-starred dining room, beautifully decorated with white linen, sparkling glasses and candle-lit. Both of us had the most amazing lobster main course and the desserts were sublime. We couldn't really misbehave here and our chat was focused more on family, but with a little imaginary scene-setting about what other diners would be engaging in later.
We lingered at the table enjoying our wine, having chosen an excellent vintage Montrachet for the shellfish and a half bottle of a fine Premier Cru Bordeaux with some cheese.
We had coffee and petit fours in the lounge in front of this lovely, huge log fire and nestled in to each other. Some half an hour on, I knew that I had to go and assemble Jo's final present and I should do it now as I was getting quite excited myself at the thought of the love making to come this evening. I indicated to Jo,
"Honey, I just need to go to the Ladies and I might have something special to do upstairs, if you know what I mean."
"Have you been naughty in getting me another present; I really just want you."
"Maybe, honey, maybe that is coming."
I got up from the sofa and smiled at her.
"I might be fifteen or twenty minutes, so could you be so kind and get a port for me perhaps and you could have another glass of Armagnac, if you wish."
"Ok. Love you. Don't get lost up there."
"Love you."
I left the room gracefully and then shot upstairs. Down the corridor to the end and I tapped on the so-called empty bedroom door and went into our Suite to the inter-joining door. I opened my side and I heard the door on the other side being undone. I slid the key into the main part of the door and opened it and there was Louise standing there.
She looked magnificent and I moved to her took her in my arms and kissed her. She responded and our kiss was long and lingering.
"Not me now, Louise, Joanna is downstairs."
Louise had travelled down to Malmesbury late afternoon and I had also booked her into the spa and for a nails manicure, hair and make-up following me, and when I knew Joanna would be clear of the spa. She had quietly eaten in the room and then prepared herself for tonight to my suggestions and with the help of the assistants that I had used earlier.
"Goodness me, we look alike."
Our hair, make-up and lipstick were done similarly and our nails were Frenched in a similar manner. The only real difference between us dress-wise, apart from jewellery, was that Louise was standing there without a dress, otherwise her corset, panties, stockings and shoes were the same as mine. She looked divine with the tassels of her corset, a different size of course, hanging down her bottom.
"Let's get you ready, shall we?"
"Yes, I am so excited and rather nervous."
"I understand; Joanna looks stunning by the way, and has absolutely no idea of this."
We pulled the doors back so the Suite was really two bedrooms now. Louise came through and saw the equipment.
"Wow, look at these" as she saw the Tower and the Stool. Next to the Tower I had strategically placed one of our wedges and Jo's favourite harness and the new double cock with seven inches by five of cock on each side of the harness. This one had the little rubber squeezy to let some fluid go into each pussy.
"Yes, you will become acquainted with those shortly, I am sure. The toilet seat is in the bathroom."
Louise went and had a look as I pulled out Joanna's other present. I went to move the Tower to the darker corner as one put the halogen spot lighting on, so that Joanna's eyes would gravitate to her new piece of equipment. Louise came back and helped me and then we quickly assembled the present, a Stockade. This was an H bar on the floor and the victim gets on all fours. Ankles and wrists are secured to soft cuffs off the short bars at either end. At one end there was a short adjustable vertical pole and off this there was a padded steel collar to lock home the victim's head so the victim would be completely immobilised. The long bar could be adjusted for length to allow for different sized 'prisoners'.
On the other bar, where the ankles were cuffed, at the intersection with the bar parallel to the body there was a taller vertical pole to screw in to the base. This rod then had an adjustable long pole off it and the fitting allowed it to be moved in and out, up or down or at an angle. And it could also be rotated. At one end of the arm there was a fitting that would allow any vibrator or dildo to be fitted; the arm could be put up against a male or female orifice and inserted and there was nothing that 'the victim' could do.
It only took a couple of minutes to assemble it and I laid out two or three of our vibrators including a new rotating one and my favourite heavy chrome vibe. I also left a crop and a paddle next to it.
"Oooh, I could ride that now, Mattie."
"No, let's tackle you now and onto the Tower, please Louise"
Louise moved into position and I secured her neck and then her waist into position with the collars. I followed this by getting her to remove her panties, leaving them on the base plate of the Tower. I secured her ankles, forcing her legs apart and opening up her mons. I knew she was wet and could readily smell her sex. It took a lot of self-restraint not to immediately pleasure her on the spot.
I went to the bathroom and recovered Joanna's black Hanro briefs that she had been wearing all day, and another pair I had been saving in a ziplock. I came back to Louise with them and, on the way over, went into my bag and grabbed an old stocking and a new ball gag.
"I want you to meditate on Joanna's scent; this is what she does to me, as you know."
"Ok"
"Have you bought your white lacy panties that you have been wearing since our trip to Oxford?"
"Yes, Mattie, they are ready for you in a ziplock in the right bedside drawer in the bedroom. They are in an awful state and I am sorry, I have cum twice this afternoon and evening in them, just on the excitement of all of this. I have never felt so horny."
"Thank you, my sweetie"
I kissed her and then took the ziplock pair of Jo's used panties. I flipped them inside out and pushed them home into her mouth. I followed this by taking Jo's 'todays' briefs and did to Louise what Jo frequently liked to do to me, securing the gusset over her nose and then tightening it with the stocking behind her so that her heavily made-up eyes looked out of the brief's leg holes. I stood back and looked at my work; Joanna would love this.
I heard Louise's sigh and move against the gag as Joanna's scent enveloped her senses.
"Enjoy her and think about her, Louise, what she will be doing to you shortly."
I heard another sigh of pleasure.
I wasn't finished though. Having heard about Louise's likes and also been privy to seeing her pierced pussy, I had been naughty in the sex shop in Oxford.
I went back to the bag and came back with two small boxes. I placed them on the floor and stood up and pulled Louise's bra cups on her corset a bit so as to reveal her lovely brown, pert nipples. I pushed my head forward and gave them a little suck and a tweak with my forefinger and thumb so as to make them stand up and I rubbed a little cream in, so as to assist the process about to be undertaken.
I reached into the box and pulled out two nipple suction cups cum bottles, hooked them on to the pipe up to the squeeze pump and placed them over her aureole areas. I used the bulb to suck out the air and clamped off the tubes. Already, her nipples were protruding into their little jars. I liked the sight. I could hear Joanna moaning through her muffle.
From the second box, I got on my knees and approached her pussy. It looked great with its new French landing strip. I ran my finger up and down it twice, pushing her labia out and then focused on her clit. Louise was more than nice and wet now. I went into the box and pulled out three weights on hooks and hung the smallest one off her clitoral ring and the other heavier two off each labial ring. I could hear her trying to fight this for her comfort. I quickly ran my tongue up and down and she tasted delicious.
Back into the box again and I pulled out a thin ivory ribbon and thread it through her two labial rings and then through the clitoral ring and tied it off. On one ribbon, I had fixed a small present tag card saying, "Happy Birthday, Jo, with love from Mattie xxxx. Use Louise how you ever wish tonight."
I got up, looked at my work, gave Louise a kiss on her briefed and gagged lips, and then went to the bathroom just to ensure there was no 'Louise scent' on me. I adjusted the lighting down on the bed lamps, turned up the spots over the Stockade, and turned down the lighting over Louise's corner as well as her room.
I closed the door and headed downstairs, leaving Louise to contemplate and get ready for Joanna's attention.
Back to the lounge and Jo had my port ready.
"Thanks for waiting, honey."
I took a sip.
"Ok, everything alright?"
"Yes, a good pee and I just needed to ensure everything was perfect for you."
"Well give me a kiss then."
I leant forward and gave her a slow kiss; no one else was in the area we were sitting in. She took a sip of Armagnac.
I nestled into her and whispered, "I love you and want to feel you in me."
"Mmmmm, my gorgeous thing, guess I can't tease those nipples of yours, yet."
"No, not yet, don't know if you can use nipple cups on them soon."
"And your bottom is still tender, guess I can't invade that. Looks like more aromatherapy and anal torture for you tonight, Mattie."
These sweet nothings continued on for half an hour, getting all that more risqué as we built our excitement. And in the back of my mind, I knew Louise would be desperate for attaining relief.
We got up and headed upstairs, having grabbed a bottle of champagne. Down the corridor and outside the door, Jo was all over me wanting to kiss me and feel my stockings and garters. I let Jo open the door with they key.
She stepped in and saw the Stockade in front of her.
"Wow, your love channel is going to be seriously taken tonight and I need to give some attention to your bottom, Mattie. Than you, it's fantastic"
She walked around the frame to inspect it and saw the rotating vibrator. As she got up from looking at the vibrator, the sight of the Tower hit her square on.
"Oh, myyyy Godddd, what on earth do we have here."
Her eyes were on stalks and she went scurrying across the suite and up to Louise.
"Is this you, Louise?"
She saw the card hanging on the end of Louise's ribbon chastity and just below the pussy weights. Louise was really hot and I could see cum on the stand base between her splayed legs.
"I just don't believe this, you two. It's incredible. God, I want you both!"
She went around the Tower and inspected my work, feeling Louise's corset.
"Gosh look at your nipples, and I just love those weights."
She felt down between Louise's bottom and explored her anus.
"You are so wet, Louise."
Meanwhile, I had slipped out of my dress and stood there in my corset.
"God, Mattie, you two are identically dressed and your eye make-up is the same. What have you two been up to?"
"It's your birthday, honey, Happy Birthday with love from us two."
"Well Mattie, what am I going to do? I am speechless."
"Jo, all I know is that Louise needs some relief from you. Look at her pussy and how it is dripping cum."
"I presume she can take some pain?"
Yes, she is ok with all that we do, and some more."
Jo pulled herself together.
"Ok, Mattie, I want you on the Stockade, facing me and Louise. You will be fucked as I start to take her virginity with us."
"Just a moment, Jo."
I slipped into the room Louise had been in and brought out the bag with her white lacy heavily stained panties in.
"What do we have here then?"
Jo took the panties out of the bag and held them up and looked at them.
"They are so heavy, how long has Louise been wearing these."
"Since Wednesday morning, Jo."
"You two are so naughty. Have you been making love then?"
"No Jo, she is for you so I haven't, even though I can say that I have been sorely tempted."
"I may share her with you; or rather you will please us. After all, she is my present from you."
Jo quickly secured me into position, turning the Stockade towards the Tower. She had me remove my panties before my ankles were cuffed. I felt the rotating vibrator approach my anus and soon it was home, gently vibrating away. Jo took the panties and put them over my head and used the other old stocking to secure the gusset into me. The aroma was very, very heavy and Louise was all over me in my brain.
Jo went over to the Tower to focus on Louise. Firstly, she upped the suction on her nipples, watching the effect take place. She then knelt down and undid the ribbon. She muttered,
"So nice and thoughtfully presented to me."
She ran her finger up and down Louise's love valley, playing with the rings and bouncing the weights. She then smelt and tasted her work before nuzzling into Louise's pussy to give her Louise the first experience of her tongue. I could see Louise trying to push onto Jo's excited tongue.
After five minutes of intense oral stimulation and Louise trying to release, Jo pulled back. She got up and adjusted the nipples once more; now Louise's nipples were engorged by an inch or so, and her aureoles were swollen into the cups, their ducts standing out. Jo firstly took one of our chrome anal plugs and inserted that into Louise; then she grabbed her crop which I had left near the Tower. I saw her crack the crop onto Louise's bottom three times on each cheek.
Jo came around the front of Louise and started to tease her breasts around her cups with the crop end, gently smacking the breast and then a short sharp smack. This had Louise really squirming. Louise kept this up and then decided to alternate her action by running the crop tip up and down Louise's pussy. Louise was all but coming now.
Jo now released Louise from her weights and nipple clamps, followed by taking her off the Tower, but not removing her used briefs and her gags. She helped her over to the wedge and pushed her down on it, bottom up presented for a doggy entry. She stood in front of Louise and slowly removed her briefs and put the harness on, inserting her end of the cock into her wet pussy, showing Louise her love channel in detail for the first time.
Jo came behind her and mounted Louise; she was so wet that she took the cock easily into her and Jo started her love fucking. Within a minute, Louise erupted from all the build-up of sexual tension and excitement, her body involuntarily spasming as her orgasm took over. Her heavy, creamy, cum came squirting out around the cock and her body was totally shaking with the intensity of what was coming over her. I wanted to taste it. Jo followed her in quest of a strong orgasm more driven from how her new girlfriend was responding to her.
Jo hit her climax a few seconds later and released the cock fluid into both of them, and then stayed in Louise as she continued to orgasm against the hard cock and all the previous two hours thoughts and experiences; in fact, it was seventy two hours of build up that was being released. I was so hot on Louise's aroma and the sight I had just witnessed and I felt my sexual excitement really building. |
Fox and Guests Pt. 04B | 11,804 | 4.85 | 828,607 | [
"celebrity",
"celebrities"
] | *Thank you for the comments on my last segment, I corrected the names of the weight loss companies. I hope you enjoy this one and look for the last of Fox & Guests 04G with Nutrisystem spokeswomen.*
\*
The elevator opened and Martha stood there with a smile on her face. "I'm happy you decided to stay tuned for the second part of this special Thursday edition of Fox & Guests. This morning's continuing show will be featuring the women of Waist Watchers. The third will be aired tonight on Fox and Guests Extreme; it will be a wild episode. My Name is Martha MacCallum and I'll be hosting this second edition."
"I'll give you an overview of what to expect and if you shock easily, you may want to skip today's show, but if you don't I tell you, I think it's one you'll never forget. If any of you watch our Cable broadcast shows you most likely saw advertisements for Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers and Nurtisystem. Well today on our show we'll be hosting the spokeswomen and living-proof examples of how well their products work. The spin about our shows today, these women now are very, very proud of their weight loss and want to show off their new found bodies. The first show was rather short because of their limited spokeswomen and exposure.
"The twist today is that the ladies will be doing their fantasy with their special picks live. They picked their partners in advance, but unknown to me, well except for one which I will reveal soon. We did our best securing their partners and I can say we were successful in bringing their choices to life. They are all personalities from my industry and without further ado, here are the ladies!"
Jennifer Hudson came out first. She was wearing a floor length black flowing, but still very tight dress. It hugged her large tits and from the waist on down it flowed around her long legs. There was a huge slit from hem to nearly her waist and when she walked, it showed off her new, sexy slim body. Her bubble butt was a lot smaller, but it was still tantalizing. Her new short hair was done to perfection and her full red lips were promising and every man's dream.
Martha gave her a hug; "Good morning Jennifer, you look absolutely gorgeous. I can see Weight Watchers was a complete success with you. So tell me, who is your fantasy TV personality?"
"Well Martha, first I'd like to say, I love having the opportunity to participate in this wild fantasy. It should be a part of the contract for personalities who sign up to promote these weight loss programs. I'm sure there would be a lot more signing up and what an incentive to lose weight! My secret fantasy personality is in the business, not doing the news, but a host for several different shows. He's always been a fantasy of mine and a very close friend, come on out here stud, Ryan Seacrest!"
Ryan came out in jeans and a tight black t-shirt and giving Martha a hug, he stepped over to Jennifer and planted a toe-curling kiss on her full red lips. "Okay Martha when do we begin?"
Martha giggled; "Hold on Ryan, we have three other women and their fantasy men and or maybe women to introduce. With that being said, let's introduce the second big weight loser, come on out Jenny McCarthy!"
Jenny came out and looked great and just like Jennifer, was sporting a new short hairdo, it looked fantastic, it framed her face and with her large blue eyes, her blonde hair sparkled. She was dressed in a very tight and tiny nearly see-through halter top. Her flat tanned belly looked amazing and her tight ass was poured into an incredibly tiny pair of "Daisy Dukes"! Her legs looked even longer and very shapely; her feet were in fuck-me high heels.
She gave Martha and Jennifer a hug and getting very close to Ryan, she planted a hot, wet kiss on his lips and it was evident her tongue was darting out to meet his. Breaking the kiss she let out a long moan and smiled at Jennifer; "Jennifer, you sure picked well, if you change your mind later, I wouldn't mind swapping!"
Martha was laughing out loud; "Slow down Jenny, how about introducing your fantasy partner?"
"Partners Martha, two not just one, I couldn't make up my mind, as always, so here are the two I picked! First, one of your colleagues, one who was a guest host on the View, come on out!" Harris Faulkner walked out in a skin tight bright yellow dress. It was evident she wasn't wearing underwear as her large breasts were threatening to burst from her dress. Her huge black nipples were poking against the tight fabric. Her gorgeous ass and legs were shown off to perfection. She slithered over to Jenny and planted a hot kiss on her lips. When she broke the kiss, Jenny stumbled back in shock and surprise.
Jenny gave her a tiny pat on the ass; "Now that's how you make an entrance. So let me introduce my other fantasy partner, he too is from your network Martha, come on out!"
Shepard Smith came out and unlike Ryan was dressed in a suit and looked dapper as he always does. He surprised Martha when he gave her a hot kiss and turned to Harris and Jenny and gave them both an equally hot kiss; "How was that for an entrance Jenny?"
She let out a tiny moan; "I'm counting on you backing up that kiss with a little more!"
Martha giggled; "Don't worry Jenny, I can vouch for Shep first hand, he can and will back it up!"
"Next we have a native New Yorker and she lost a lot of weight after having a baby, I love her and can't say enough about her, come on out Tina!"
Tina Fay came bouncing out, dressed it a rather modest black dress with a full skirt showing off her great legs and tiny waist. She gave everyone a hug and seemed a little uncertain about this.
"Hi Tina, we are very happy to see you made it. Are you ready to break lose and have some fun?"
She let out a long cleansing breath and suddenly looked relieved; "I sure am Martha, I can't wait to jump my fantasy's bones. He, just like Jennifer is a host and a real good friend, just like Ryan is with Jennifer. Come on out her Jimmy!"
Jimmy Fallon walked out and just like Shepard; he was dressed in a suit and looked a little nervous. He hugged all the ladies and shook hands of all the ladies; "I'm not sure about this Tina, I know we've always has this underlining sexual tension between us, but............."
He was cut off with a soul-searching kiss from Tina. When the kiss ended Jimmy looked over to Martha; "OKAY, when do we begin!"
"Okay last, but not least let's bring out our last weight loss star, come on out!"
Came out bouncy and bubbly was the gorgeous Jessica Simpson. Her weight was still a little more than the others, but since her second child, she was losing the weight progressively and was nearly where she wanted to be. Her gorgeous, super long light blonde thick hair was flying about and hung halfway down her back. She was poured into a pair of super tight jeans, with high heels. Her upper body has a loose fitting flowing blouse, but no matter how loose it was, it was impossible to hide those gorgeous large tits. It was evident she was naked beneath the blouse as her tits swayed back and forth under the blouse and her huge nipples were poking against the thin fabric. She was smiling from ear to ear and gave everyone a hug and stood beside Martha.
Martha was laughing and was unable to hide her excitement; "Okay Jessica, I can't hold back much longer, tell everyone who you picked!"
She smiled back at Martha and was still smiling broadly; "Okay Martha, just like Jennifer, I picked a host here on your network, without anything else being said, come on out Bill!"
Bill Hemmer walked out and just like Ryan was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He shook the hands of all of the men and gave all of the ladies a kiss!
Martha spoke up; "So I guess that finishes all of our guests right Jessica?"
Jessica shook her head, her long blonde hair danced about her head; "Oh hell no Martha, I have a female partner for Bill and me to share, any idea who that is?"
Martha was laughing out loud; "I have no idea Jessica, bring her out!"
Jessica moved over to Martha; "She's already out here, ladies and gentlemen, my female partner to share Bill with is our host here, Martha MacCallum!" She planted a hot open-mouthed kiss on her and she returned in same. She broke the kiss and Bill gave her a kiss equal to the one Jessica just gave her"
Martha was dizzy when the kiss ended; "Well it looks like I have my work cut out for me. If you all would follow me, we can all get started!"
They went down a long hall and it opened up to a huge bedroom with several beds, a wet bar and a huge hot tub, it was open and steamy, She turned to the group; "Help yourself to the bar and the numerous trays of appetizers, I'm not going to be a very good host seeing I'll be busy between Jessica's thighs and with Bill's big cock in my pussy. Ohhhhh Jessica, you're in for I treat, I know!"
Jennifer slid over to Ryan and placed her hands on his chest and slid her hands up and down his tight pecs. At the same time Ryan slid his hands up and down Jennifer's tight trim back and ended up at her taut ass. Squeezing her bubble butt, he pulled her against his body.
Jennifer began to grind her pussy against his cock and his lump, like radar found the slit on her dress.
Jennifer let out growl, she tore off his t-shirt and dropping to her knees, she yanked open his pants and pulled the zipper down and with it open, she pulled his pants down and off along with his shoes. She pushed him backwards and he fell back onto the bed. She climbed up between his legs and gripped his stiffening cock and stroked it up and down several times. She spat on her palm and stroked it until it was stiff as a pipe. She paused and looked up into his eyes with those coal black eyes and smiled. Her tongue slowly licked her full red lips and as they parted, she opened wider and keeping her eyes locked on Ryan's, her mouth engulfed the head of his cock. Her tongue whipped around and around it and with it covered in her saliva, she pulled back and a string of saliva clung to her lip and his cockhead. She sucked hard and drew the string into her mouth and followed it taking it back into her mouth.
Ryan let out a grunt and combed his fingers through her gorgeous black hair. Although it was now shorter than before, he loved how it felt sliding though his fingers.
Jennifer paused to look at him once again and smiling she pulled her mouth off his cock and rising up, she towered over him and reaching back slowly drew the zipper down on her dress. Like a grape, she peeled the dress off her shoulders and pulling it off her arms, it dropped past her full black mounds of swaying flesh. She let out a groan when Ryan reached up palmed her gorgeous tits in his white hands. His thumbs flicked back and forth across her nipples and they instantly sprung up and stiffened. She leaned down and took his cock back into her mouth and began bobbing up and down, her big tits were squashed against his thighs and with each downward slide, she took more of his seven inch cock into her mouth.
Across the room Jenny McCarthy and Harris Faulkner had Shepard Smith sandwiched between their two voluptuous bodies.
Shep was French kissing Jenny, his hands were traveling all over her scantily clad body and she groaned when she felt another pair of hands, Harris' sweeping Jenny's hair from her neck and her mouth descended on the nape of her neck and began nipping and sucking on her sensitive flesh.
Harris was attacking Jenny's body like a rabid sex hound. Her hands gripped the silky halter top and pulling it down, Jenny's large firm tits popped out. The halter top was instantly replaced by both Harris and Shep's hands. They both began caressing and rubbing gently, but Jenny urged them both to squeeze them even harder.
Shep's tongue urged Jenny's tongue out and wrapping his lips around it, started sucking on it softly, he quickly increased the pressure on her tongue as he squeezed and thumbed one fat nipple.
Jenny's groans increased with the mauling of her tits and she slid her hands down his body and somehow got his pants undone and after they dropped to the floor, she did short order of his shorts and when her hands cupped his balls, Harris' hand gripped his cock and began to stroke it.
Shep groaned as the two voluptuous women stroked his cock and balls. When he groaned, he had to allow her tongue to escape. He lowered his mouth and replaced his hand with his mouth. He treated her fat stiff nipple exactly how he had worked over her tongue and he had her squirming. Mustering up all his strength, Shep pulled away from Jenny and lifting her, he tossed her onto the bed. She lay there staring up at Shep and Harris as they stripped as quickly as possible.
Harris only wearing her skin-tight dress was naked in a flash and she slid onto the bed to join Jenny. Being larger than Jenny, she spun her around and clamored between her thighs. She instantly began licking up and down Jenny's slit. When she captured her clit between her lips, she flicked it back and forth and began sucking on it gently.
Shepard removed his shorts, now totally naked he approached the bed and grabbing Jenny by the shoulders, he drew her to the edge of the bed.
Jenny's gorgeous hair tumbled off the bed and it swayed back and forth. She licked her full red lips and gazed up at Shepard with those translucent sky blue eyes. They were sparkling and smoking at the same time and she opened her mouth as she reached out and grabbing a hold of his ass, she drew his cock to her mouth. She engulfed it and with her head tipped back, she was able to sink his cock, balls deep into her mouth and throat.
Shep smiled down at her; "You were a fantasy of mine when I was in college. I stroked my cock so many times while looking at your foldout and other pics in Playboy. Now my fantasy has come to light, my cock buried deep in your throat!"
"Harris rose up from between her thighs and licking her cream Jenny had deposited there smiled up at Shepard; "Your fantasy will be even better when you slam that cock of yours in this tasty pussy!" Looking at Jenny slobbering all over his cock, leaned down and licked at her clit several times, she caused Jenny to gargle around his cock; "Just you wait Jenny, he's going to give you the fucking of your life! I know I've fucked him several times and let me tell you, you're going to cum so hard, he'll make your toes curl!" She immediately resumed sucking on Jenny's cunt with even more gusto.
Jenny sank Shepard's cock even deeper down her throat and started cumming from Harris' expert tongue. She wrapped her legs around Harris' head and trapping it there, she began squirting as Harris shoved three fingers into her creamy slit.
Shep lost it and started cumming. He sent his thick creamy load down into her belly and she swallowed every drop. When he finished cumming, Jenny released his cock allowing it to slip from her mouth and he joined the two gorgeous women on the bed.
On the bed next to them Tina had Jimmy locked in a vice-like embrace. Her mouth was sucking wildly at his tongue and he had her in a tight embrace also. Jimmy broke the kiss and swept aside her thick luxurious dark hair. He buried his face in the nape of her neck and began ravishing her there. "Oh my god Tina, I'd dreamt of this ever since I saw you on TV doing those hair color commercials. You look even more desirable here then when we worked together in SLN."
"Oh yes Jimmy, I feel the same way about you, now shut the fuck up and make love to me!"
Before she even finished speaking, Jimmy's hands were pulling the long zipper down her back and began removing her dress. When it hit the floor, his hands were back removing her bra. He pulled back slightly to allow the bra to fall free and his hands cupped her tight ass that was stuffed into a pair of lacy, black boy shorts.
He resumed kissing her and her near naked body was crushed against his full clothed body. Taking a step back, both of them began to remove his clothes and when he was down to his shorts, Tina slipped to her knees and at the same time began drawing his shorts off. She was impressed with his size, not overly large, but rather thick. On her knees she crushed her firm, yet smallish breasts against his thighs. Her extremely fat nipples scraped against his legs as she opened her mouth and her tongue slipped out and rolled around and around the fattish head.
Tina was consumed with Jimmy's cock. She swiped it back and forth over her cheeks, jaw and forehead. She took her tongue and ran it up and down its length and rolled the head around and around and around with her tongue. She stabbed at the hole and pushing it against his body, she flattened her tongue and ran it up and down the underside, once again swiping his stiff cock all over her face. She stroked it and sucked on his swollen nuts and looked up at him with those large dark brown eyes and finally letting out a low groan, poised her lips over his cock and slowly opened her mouth and lowered her head. Inch my inch, she slowly took his entire length into her mouth. Her other hand was stuffed down into her panties and she was vigorously rubbing her dripping pussy.
Jimmy let out a loud grunt, he was so turned on by her teasing of his cock, when she finally took him into her mouth and her tongue flicked around and around his thick cock, he lost it and started shooting his cum down her throat. He smiled down at her as her eyes went wide and she let out a squeal and began swallowing as fast as she could. He watched in amazement as she took every drop and pulling her head back, his spent cock slapped against her cheek and she smacked her lips in a satisfying smile and licking them said; "Mmmmm, it was even better than I imagined it would be!" Standing up and falling back onto the bed she spread her legs; "Now it's your turn, I just hope this part of my fantasy is just as good as your cock shooting down my throat was!"
Beside the last, even larger bed Jessica Simpson had her head thrown back, her incredibly long, thick light blonde hair danced about her back and full breasts. Her lips were parted and with Martha on one side of her and Bill Hemmer on the other side, she was in heaven as their hands and lips seemed to be all over her lush voluptuous body at once. She opened her eyes when she felt her tight jeans being unsnapped and the tight zipper being lowered. She looked down, Bill was in front and Martha was behind her, both were on their knees drawing her extremely tight jeans down off her large bubble butt and now gorgeous thighs and calves.
She lifted first one foot and then the other as they removed her jeans, shoes and socks. She let out a squeal, a laugh that turned into a moan when both Bill and Martha buried their faces in the pungent scent of her leaking pussy and tight ass cheeks.
Martha who was dressed in a tight black ribbed turtleneck dress looked amazing. Her shoulder length blonde air swayed back and forth as she tried to nuzzle Jessica's gorgeous ass. She couldn't help herself as she reached up and pulled down Jessica's panties and spreading her ass cheeks, Martha stabbed her tongue into Jessica's puckered hole.
Jessica let out a squeal and pushed her ass harder against Martha's invading tongue. She let out a guttural moan and shook as a tiny orgasm began to build deep in her loins as Bill, who was in front of her uncovered her fat, stiff clit and flicking it back and forth, she lost it and shook through her first orgasm. She urged Bill to his feet and as she sucked on his tongue, the two of them worked feverously on his clothes and he was soon naked and her long slim fingers were wrapped around his very large cock. "Mmmm Martha, I think I made a very good choice picking Bill here, thank you for pointing him out to me!"
"You're welcome Jessica, I know first-hand just how big he is and just wait, he really knows how to use it too!"
"Oh Martha, I'm counting on it, now get back to what you were doing!" She giggled and was cut short when Bill shoved his tongue down her throat and two fingers up her dripping hole at the same time. "Ohhhhh, Mmmmmm, shit yeah Bill finger fuck me!" She wiggled her ass against Martha's tongue and jerked hard against Bill's fingers. Her hand closed around Bill's cock and stroked it up and down as fast as she could. She tore her mouth from Bill's and pulling away from Martha. She sat down on the bed and leaning over, her long gorgeous blonde hair flowed over her face and covered his lower body. She captured his cock on her fat swollen lips and they closed around his cockhead. Her tongue flicked out and teased his shaft just under the mushroomed crown. Her hair teased his and he had to reach down and bury his fingers on her lush locks.
While they got busy, it gave Martha the opportunity to peel her dress off her lush body. When her head cleared the turtleneck, she shook her hair and it caught Bill's eye and his cock jerked up in Jessica's mouth.
Jessica popped her mouth off his cock and slid up onto the bed. Leaning back on her elbows, her hair flowed across her body and danced along the dark bed sheets. Her feet were flat on the bed and she parted her lush thighs and she allowed Martha and Bill a great view of her bare pussy. She sat up even more and in one swift motion pulled her blouse off her body. Her large tits swayed back and forth as she leaned back on her elbows.
Mesmerized by her gorgeous body, Martha quickly removed her bra and panties and like a sleek panther stalking its pry, she slid along the cool sheets on her hands and knees and planted her gorgeous face directly over Jessica's pussy. She puffed a breath of hot air, then blew out a stream of cool air and with each, she had Jessica let out a moan with each.
Bill scooted onto the bed and came around to Jessica's head. She immediately turned towards the stiff cock and enveloped the shaft and slid about half of it into her mouth. Her eyes shot open wide and she let out a muffled scream and clamped her thighs hard around Martha's head as she caught her clit between her lips and her tongue flicked it back and forth, up and down several times and rewarded Martha with a mouthful of cum as she let go a creamy orgasm.
Bill held her head firmly in his hands and began fucking her face faster and faster and when he heard her cum and felt her lips close tighter around his cock, he lost it and shot his load into her mouth.
Jessica still in the thorough of an explosive orgasm pulled her mouth from his cock and unexpectedly was covered with his cum. It hit her in the cheek and across her forehead. More came out and bathed her chin and dripped down onto her full swaying tits.
Martha scrambled up and caught the last of Bill's cum and proceeded to lick the cum dripping from Jessica's chin and the stream covering her tits. She sucked on it vigorously and slid back to Jessica's face. She licked and sucked what Bill just finished planting there. She locked lips with Jessica and fed her what she collected and they swapped his cum back and forth until it was all swallowed.
Back on the first bed Jennifer had her head buried in the pillow. Ryan was poised behind her, his hands were on her slim, trim hips and his cock was pounding in and out of her cunt. The sound of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin filled the room. His hands slid across her back and around her slim body and finding her swaying tits, he squeezed them hard and pulled on her chocolate nipples and plowed faster and faster into her cunt.
Jennifer had already cum twice and was racing towards another. She felt his heavy swollen nuts slapping against her clit and she tightened around his cock and bathed his cock in her hot slimy juices.
Ryan slipped a finger into her tight asshole just as he lost it and filled her receptive pussy with his hot creamy cum.
The two of them fell exhausted onto the bed and as she curled up against him, they watched the action on the other beds.
Harris was on her back, her thick meaty black thighs were spread wide and Jenny's gorgeous blonde head was between them. Her head was continually being shoved deeper into Harris' pussy.
Shep was behind Jenny, he was standing on the balls of his feet and he was pounding fast and furiously in and out of Jenny's swamp-like pussy. With each downward thrust into her cunt, large amounts of her thick juices were squirting out around his cock.
Jenny was screaming obscenities that were unable to distinguish. She was blubbering into Harris' cunt, her mouth was clamped on her black cuntlips and her tongue was trying to lick and she was trying to scream out encouragement to Shep.
Shep didn't need any encouragement; he was past the point of servicing Jenny any longer. It was all about cumming now seeing he had Jenny cum twice already and she was on the way to yet another one. Shep dropped to his knees and shoved two fingers into her incredibly tight ass and he felt her tighten and she screamed into Harris' cunt and came yet again. He tried to cup her tits, but Harris' large black hands were mauling Jenny's swaying tits already.
He slapped Jenny on the ass and slammed faster and faster into her and letting out a loud growl, he shoved one more time and holding it deep in her, he exploded bathing her womb with his hot heavy load.
Harris came all over Jenny's face and hand as Jenny had half of her hand stuffed deep in Harris' black pussy.
The three sweat covered bodies collapsed in a heap and Harris lovingly swept Jenny's sweaty blonde hair off her face and pulling her up to her, planted a hot wet kiss on her lips and wrapping her arms around her, hugged her tightly.
Tina had Jimmy on his back; she was riding him like an experienced cowgirl.
Jimmy loved the freedom. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. He was fisting her long luxurious dark brown hair, pulling her down to him, he was sucking hard on her tongue and he was using her tongue like a mini cock as he used his lips to suck on it.
She straightened up and planting her hands firmly on his chest she ground her pussy against his invading cock. She rotated her hips back and forth, side to side and she was breathing heavily through her mouth as she felt an orgasm building deep in her cunt.
Jimmy reached up and cradled her firm, swaying tits and squeezing them, he loved how they felt in his hands. The stiff nipples bore into his palms and he twisted his hands and caught her gumdrop nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and twisted them and pulled on them. This produced a loud moan from Tina's lips and she thrust her hips back and forth even harder against his pelvic bone and she stiffened and came all over his stiff cock.
When she leaned forward and shook from her intense orgasm, this gave Jimmy the freedom and space to begin thrusting his hips and ass faster and faster into her receptive pussy. He cupped her tight ass cheeks in his hands and holding her firmly in place, he drove upward, deeper into her cunt.
She shook violently again and fell hard against him and she felt his arms envelope her and she let out a scream when she felt his cock expand and begin shooting stream after stream of hot cum deep in her cunt.
They rolled back and forth and from side to side as the two of them had a vise-like hold on one another.
On the last bed Jessica, Martha and Bill were still go hot and heavy. They heard all of the screams around them and were turned on even more knowing they were cumming around them.
Jessica and Martha were lying side by side, they were gently caressing one another and Jessica whispered to Martha; "I think it's about time we attacked Bill, I can't wait to see him cum all over your face!"
"Mmmm, sounds great Jessica, but we have our work cut out for us, I know! Once he cums, he can go for hours, literally! I tried everything on him, but he won't cum a second time until he's ready, but once he's satisfied you, look out, his second orgasm is even more powerful than his first one!"
Jessica giggled; "Have you ever tried it with him and two women? I bet we can get his motor running at high performance and made him cum!"
"I'm not so sure Jessica, but I'd love to try it, let's go!"
They scrambled to their knees and approached Bill from both sides. He looked from Martha, her girl next door look; those gorgeous fluid blue eyes sparkled as she approached him. Her large B sized breasts were swaying from side to side and those gorgeous lips, her large pouty bottom lip and nearly non-existent upper lip were moist from her tongue. He let out a tiny moan when she wrapped her slim fingers about his sleeping giant and began to stroke it slowly.
On the other side he turned to see the larger, more voluptuous body slid close to him. Her incredibly long and thick light blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and swayed back and forth nearly obscuring her large full milk filled tits. The large fat nipples were stiff and very red from all of the sucking her newborn must have been doing. Her ample hips and gorgeous bubble butt wiggled closer to him. Her full thighs separated slightly and he gazed at her still glistening pouty cuntlips. Tearing his eyes from that luscious sight, he stared into her dark pools of smoky lust. She had a sly smile on her full pouty lips and when she licked them, he let out a shutter, just imaging that tongue flicking out and licking his cock or dancing back and forth across his own tongue. He didn't have to wait too long as she leaned lover and her gorgeous hair drifted across his thighs and he felt her hot breath on his cock and not being able to see her because of her hair, he felt her lips and then her hot, wet tongue flick across his cock head and then her lips close about his cock and felt her sucking mouth envelope what Martha wasn't stroking.
Martha let go of his cock and slipped down to one side while Jessica was directly across from her. The two of them held his cock up with their lips and began slide up and down the sides of his cock. With each upward slide, when they reached the swelling head, their lips met and they swapped spit, their tongues flicked out and danced across his cock head and each other's lips. Their saliva had completely covered Bill's cock and he was going insane.
When they locked their lips onto his cock and sucked hard, it nearly made him cum. He reached down and began to slide his hands up and down Jessica's tapered legs and finding her dripping hole, shoved two fingers deep into her pussy. His fingers slide in and out made an obscene sound and it nearly made him cum.
Jessica was close to cumming again and taking control, she wrapped her lips around his shaft and took him deep down her throat; she started to gag, but refused to stop.
Martha swept Jessica's silky blonde hair to one side so she could watch her suck. Her hands went down and began to roughly play with Jessica's milky tits.
Between the fingers in her pussy, and Martha playing with her tits, she lost it and started cumming again. Her chin and neck were covered in saliva as she sucked faster and deeper, she desperately wanted his cum again, but Bill had other ideas.
He reluctantly pulled her mouth off his cock and rolled her onto her back. Gripping her dimpled knees, he spread her gorgeous legs and with her cunt still leaking and twitching from her recent orgasm, he shoved forward and with one swift motion, was buried to the hilt in her pussy.
Jessica's eyes rolled back in her head and her face was soon covered in the mass of tousled blonde hair. She moaned and groaned constantly as she wrapped her shapely tanned legs around his back and thrust upward to meet each and every one of Bill's thrusts.
Martha was beyond reasonable thinking, she straddled Jessica's head and swiping the mass of hair covering her face, she firmly planted her oozing pussy on Jessica's open mouth. She was rewarded with Jessica's tongue which shot out and began to tongue fuck her tight pussy. When she felt Jessica's tongue find her clit and begin to flick it back and forth, Martha arched her back, and her gorgeous blue eyes locked on Bill's who was pounding away at Jessica like a runaway freight train. She pursed her luscious lips and licking them let out a loud groan; "Ohhhhhh Yessssssss Jessica, right there, oh fuck I'm going to cum all over that gorgeous face of yours!"
Bill leaned forward and as he fucked Jessica faster and deeper, he caught one of Martha's swaying tits and wrapping his lips around it, he sucked as hard as he could and biting down on the stiff nipple, it put Martha over the top and letting out a loud scream, she poured her hot juices down Jessica's throat.
At almost the same time, from Bill's intense fucking, she clamped down on his cock and creamed all over his cock.
Bill was too exhausted to go on any further, even though he would have loved to have slipped over to the other bed and fucked Jennifer and Harris together, he just had to cum and finish this off. He pulled his cum coated cock out of Jessica's weeping pussy, Martha knew what was coming so she climbed off of Jessica's head and planting her head beside Jessica's. She waited for what was about to come, and cum he did. Spurt after hot creamy spurt came shooting out of his cock. He aimed it first at Jessica and then Martha. He came what he thought was gallons, but of course it was nowhere near that. When he finally fell back and lay there exhausted. Jessica and Martha turned towards one another, their faces covered in his cum, and licked and sucked every last ounce of cum he had deposited there.
Harris and Jennifer, along with Tina and Jenny did come over and tried to revive Bill and they did after a little bit of coaxing.
Martha and Jessica scooted off their bed and joined Ryan, who was soon joined by Jimmy and Shepard. After about ten minutes or so all ten of them going at it hot and heavy, unfortunately, the show's allotted time was over.
The cameramen kept on shooting and maybe Fox and Guests will show what occurred at a later date.
Up next is an episode of FFFF starring Sarah Palin and her daughters. Don't forget to tune in tonight for a special edition of Fox and Guests Extreme featuring the women of Nutri-system and their partners, a hint, they are all from the porn industry, some studly men and even a couple of women. Remember it was the ladies of Nutrisystem's choice of who they wanted as their partners for the night. Another hint, this penthouse has hot tubs, huge twenty shower head showers and even a small indoor pool. I'm sure they will be used to all of their advantages.
\*
*As always, please vote and your comments are welcomed!* |
Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 03 | 34,244 | 4.64 | 454,569 | [
"romance novella",
"drama",
"tim",
"julia"
] | *Note: This is fiction. Sure, most authors, myself included, try to stick to reality as much as possible, but we must take certain liberties. For example, I learned long after developing the concept for this story that a certain statue doesn't actually exist. That statue plays a very prominent role in this chapter. Now, I won't ruin it for you now, but the statue is of one of the most famous men in the history of sports. So, it doesn't actually exist - it damn well should. And this is my story. Voila. Anyhow, if anyone is from the Raleigh, N.C. area, and that factual discrepancy offends you, then... please, just work with me.
Special thanks go out to my two regular editors, LilTexasSexFiend and AnInsatiableReader, for making this infinitely better than it was when I first wrote it. As always, let me know what you think, through voting, comments or private feedback. All three works too! ;-) As I said, this story will go up with one chapter posting daily until it's all uploaded, so don't get too mad about the cliffhangers. Enjoy!*
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Tim had done this well over 3,000 times. J.T., acting as his co-pilot today, had probably done it more than 5,000 times. Among the passengers on today's charter were three or four other pilots, and all told, everyone on the plane with a pilot's license had probably executed tens of thousands of flawless landings throughout their careers.
Still, Tim never relaxed once the runway came into view, even during the day when he could see the runway easily. This time, he was turning final for an instrument night landing. He could watch the cockpit displays showing the precise track of the plane relative to the runway he'd be on in a few minutes, but that didn't stop him from being nervous.
Like most of the other pilots he knew, Tim was a big believer in one of the oldest overused pilots' phrases: "Any landing you can walk away from is a good one, and if the plane is still functioning afterward, it's perfect." However, he'd also developed a healthy respect for Murphy's Law throughout his career in the Marines: "If it can go wrong, it will. If more than one thing can go wrong, they all will, all at once." He felt he could never be too cautious.
J.T. had been peppering him with questions for the past 10 minutes, but he knew to leave Tim alone during this brief period, the time between receiving the landing clearance and actually touching the tires to the tarmac. Tim's breathing became shallow and controlled as the Learjet inched closer and closer to the runway. As he broke out of the low scud, he was intently focused as first the runway displaced threshold disappeared beneath the plane, followed closely by the numbers on the runway.
Tim's exhalation was audible as the wheels touched down. J.T. engaged the reverse thrusters, and the plane slowly crept to a stop after eating up more than a mile of runway.
"Mile High zero-one, welcome to Raleigh-Durham International. Exit runway to the right when able; taxiway delta to the jet port."
Tim complied with the air traffic controller's instructions, easing the plane to the right, off the runway and onto the taxiway. This was a smaller plane, so instead of taxiing toward the main gates, he headed toward the charter buildings. Just like the main gates, though, there were two linemen ready to greet him and help him get the Learjet parked.
"So, really," J.T. said. "This is a big step for you."
"You know, I would glare at you right now if I wasn't focused on these guys," Tim said. "Glaring is much less effective when you're not looking at the person."
"Seriously, man," J.T. said, simply ignoring Tim. "One of her biggest complaints to Sheila is that you never let her ride home with you, even though you're both going to the same place and coming back to the airport in the morning. So, this is big."
Tim ignored his best friend for just a second and got the plane parked. As soon as he shut down the engines, he signaled for the flight attendant, who opened the door and extended the steps.
"We're still not riding back in together tomorrow," Tim said, turning his attention to his co-pilot as the passengers disembarked. "I'm only letting her drive me home because I left my SUV at her place. I'm fairly certain you know this, seeing as you're the reason why."
Three days before, Tim had returned the N.C. State football team to Raleigh after a game in Tallahassee with Florida State. Carlos had indeed fractured a bone in his right forearm, and wearing the proper splint, he'd become the original fumble-free version of himself. The Wolfpack had whipped up on the Seminoles, and the plane ride home was just generally a good time. It certainly had put Tim in a great mood. Julia was off that particular day, and instead of making her drive all the way to his house on the lake, he'd decided to surprise her at her house instead.
"Speaking of which..." J.T. said, and Tim could only roll his eyes. He wondered how long it would be before J.T. figured it out. "You got back into town Sunday evening. I picked you up over there this morning. You stayed with her almost three whole days?"
"Don't make a big deal out of it."
"It is a big deal, dude," he said. "You don't even like it when she stays overnight, and now you're over there for three days?"
"What can I say, J.T.?" Tim replied. "She just keeps coming back for more. I fucked her Sunday night right into Monday morning. I was ready to leave, but she convinced me to stay. And let me tell you, she can be pretty damn persuasive. She has this thing she does, where she puts ice in her mouth then goes down on me for a minute, then switches to coffee... it's marketable, dude. Anyway, we stayed there all day Monday. Tuesday, we went to work, but she got off first. I went over there and made sure she got off first a few more times."
J.T. was stunned.
"What?" Tim asked.
"Bullshit," J.T. finally said. "Now you're just making shit up so I'll stop asking you about it."
"Maybe I am," Tim said. "Maybe I'm actually telling the truth."
"But you never offer details."
"Yeah, like it was a big fucking secret what we were doing over there all that time, man," Tim said. "And if it will get you off my back, then, hell. What's a little sharing between best friends?"
Tim left the cockpit, descending the steps onto the asphalt. J.T. joined him soon thereafter.
"Tim, you could show me the video and it still wouldn't get me off your back."
"OK," Tim said, shooting his friend a cautious glance. "You're starting to scare me."
"All the shit we've been through together, and NOW I'm starting to scare you?"
Tim laughed and rolled his eyes simultaneously. "You have a point."
"Still, man, you could have asked me to drive you over there," J.T. continued. "It's a big deal."
"You're about to find out how big a deal it is when I call a cab to take me over there and you have to explain to her how I was gonna let her drive me home, but you wouldn't shut up."
J.T. put his hands up in surrender. "OK, OK."
The pair walked silently into the charter terminal. They made their way through the building and into the MHC, Inc. offices. Julia was sitting in one of the chairs, idly flipping through the latest copy of Sports Illustrated.
"I keep telling you she's a keeper, man," J.T. said, pointing at the magazine. "Any woman who reads Sports Illustrated without being forced..."
"What do you mean, without being forced? You don't keep anything in here but that and Aviation Weekly," she answered. She'd already stood up. There was a look on her face that she always had when she met Tim at the airport - like she wanted to run up and jump into his arms. She didn't because she thought he would get mad. Lately, he wasn't so sure.
"True," J.T. said. "Just trying to turn people on to the important things in life."
"Hey, you," she said when Tim reached her. "I just got off work and figured I would drop by to see if you guys were back yet."
"I know," Tim replied. "I talked to Shelby in your office an hour ago."
"Why?" she asked.
"Wanted to see when you'd be off," he answered. "Turns out I'm going to need a ride to your place."
Her eyes lit up. Tim smiled involuntarily.
"J.T. couldn't drive you?"
"Oh, he could have. It's just..." Tim tried to spit it out, but it wasn't coming.
"He'd rather go with you." That was J.T., being ever so helpful while rifling through the mail. Tim glanced over at him, and then looked back at Julia, who was beaming. He raised his eyebrows a bit and then nodded.
"Cool," she said, clearly trying to conceal her happiness. That was one of the things he enjoyed most about having Julia in his life, at any level: it didn't take much to make her happy. Though Tim had always been willing to go the extra mile to make his friends happy, just the tiniest things - like him letting her drive him 10 minutes to her apartment - made her act like it was her birthday.
"You good, bro?" Tim asked, not looking at J.T. but trying not to maintain constant eye contact with Julia, either. He wasn't sure why.
"Yeah," J.T. said. "You're at RBC tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Hoops at noon?"
"Yeah."
"Later."
Tim headed for the door, holding it open for Julia. He spotted her Toyota Camry in the parking lot and headed for it.
"How was Tennessee?"
"Awesome," Tim said. "Of course, everything looks awesome at 5,000 feet."
"I know," she said, smiling at him. "Who were the passengers? And while we're on the subject, why did J.T. have to come kidnap you at five this morning?"
"We were picking up a bunch of J.T.'s dad's friends," Tim said. "Old friends from when he grew up in Nashville. I guess that's the benefit of being rich - anytime you want to see your friends, just scramble up a Learjet and say, 'Go fetch.'"
"OK, but he just planned it this morning?"
"No," Tim said. "Steve was supposed to be J.T.'s co-pilot, but he called in sick. J.T. knew I was at your place."
"Ah, and since he lives a mile away, he just figured he'd come get you in person."
"Honestly, I think he was trying to set this up," Tim said. "He was pretty adamant about letting him drive."
"Hmm.. guess I have to thank him then," she replied.
"Please don't," he answered. "That boy's ego is already threatening to take over Wake County. Don't encourage him."
"If he's going to keep coming up with ideas like this, I'll give him all the encouragement he needs."
Tim was going to respond when his cell phone started ringing. It was 99 Problems by Jay-Z. That could only mean one person.
"You have wonderful timing, Carlos," he said, sliding into the passenger seat of Julia's car. "And by wonderful, I mean horrible."
"Sorry, Doc," Carlos said. "I need a favor."
"I can't play wingman for you tonight," Tim said. "Really, now that I'm officially employed by the school, I can't do that for you ever again."
"I don't need you to," was the reply. "I need you to play wingman for Pat Kersee. With the cops."
"Kersee got into trouble? What, did he get caught doing homework during normal partying hours?"
"You remember that shit I told you a couple weeks ago, on the plane ride back from Boston?"
"Not particularly."
Carlos repeated their conversation. Tim's eyes just got wider and wider. He noticed Julia watching him from the driver's seat.
"Jesus, man," Tim said. "What are you, some kind of prophet? I'll be right there."
He hung up the phone and looked apologetically at Julia.
"We need to make a pit stop first."
She nodded and started the car. Five minutes and one hasty explanation later, Julia's Camry pulled up in front of the main entrance to the RBC Center. There were only two police cars there, but the dual sets of flashing lights served as a beacon, drawing anyone within range to North Carolina State's basketball arena. Tim saw Carlos' blood red Ford Fusion parked 100 feet away from all the commotion, and he motioned Julia to park behind him.
"Wait here, OK?" Tim asked, getting a nod in return. "I'll just be a minute."
He hastily got out of the car and headed over to Carlos, who was sitting on the hood of his own car.
"I spent the whole drive over here hoping like hell you were pulling a prank, Carlos," Tim said.
"Doc, I can't even make this shit up," he said. He was dressed in early American ghetto - a bright orange Charlotte Bobcats' jersey, sagging blue jeans, and enough jewelry to get himself mugged at this time of night.
"You talk to him yet?"
"Yeah, but just for a sec," Carlos replied. "Po-po got real upset when they found out he texted me."
"So, why am I here?"
"One of the cops recognized me when I got here," Carlos said. "Asked Pat if he was on the team, Pat said yeah. They told him to call a coach to come over here. I said I'd handle it."
"What about Tia?"
"That's trickier. They pressed her until she admitted she was a cheerleader. Got someone at the station to look it up, and they called the cheerleaders' coach, or whoever they have that runs them."
"Ah," Tim replied. To say Nicole Clifford would be something less than pleased would be a huge understatement. Captain or not, Tia would be booted off the team, and Tim wouldn't have a chance in hell of keeping this off the head coach's and athletic director's desks. A thought formed very quickly in his mind. He waved to Julia, and when he caught her attention, he beckoned her over. She looked a bit bewildered, but she got out of the car.
"I didn't know you was bringin' your girl, Doc," Carlos said. "I dropped mine off on the way over here to help Pat, but if I'd known we was havin' a party, shit."
"She's not my girl, Carlos," Tim said, mostly amused. "But she is going to help get us out of this mess." Tim waited a second, and then realized what Carlos had just said. "You have a girlfriend?"
"Nah," Carlos said. "I just got one I hit it with more than the others. That's who I was with just now."
Tim and Carlos both watched Julia walk over to Carlos' car. She was still wearing her Southwest dress, but she filled it out well.
"Daamn, Doc," Carlos said, but an elbow to the ribs shut him up.
"Julia Waters, Carlos McDonald," Tim said, making introductions as quickly as possible. Tim pulled the Southwest Airlines pin off Julia's dress and pocketed it. "Carlos, you know who the cheer coach is, right?"
"Fuck, no," he replied.
"OK, let's try this a different way," Tim said. "Carlos, you've fucked one of the cheerleaders, right?"
Carlos grinned and flashed him a set of perfect pearly whites. No further reply was necessary.
"Good. Call her - any of them, since I'm sure we're dealing with plurals here - and find a way to get a hold of Nicole Clifford. Whatever you need to do, convince her nothing is going on. Just stop her from showing up here."
"On it, Doc," Carlos said, and immediately began working his phone. Julia and Tim made their way toward the cop cars.
"What am I doing here?" she asked.
"Were you ever a cheerleader in college?" Tim answered back with a question.
"Do I look like I was a cheerleader?" Julia replied.
"No," he agreed. "You look much, much better." Julia turned her smile up to high beams as they continued speed walking toward the cops. "Anyway, you're the N.C. State assistant cheerleading coach. Just play along."
She might have put up a fight, but they'd reached the two cop cars. Two of the cops got into the near police car, so Tim and Julia made their way to the other car. Tim spotted a hulking figure leaning against it, with his back to them. About 10 feet away, a drop-dead gorgeous Latina sat on the curb, carefully observing them as they approached.
"Can I help you?" the officer asked. He was short and black - not as well built as Carlos, Tim thought, but he looked about as fast. The nameplate on his uniform said Blue.
"Sure," Tim replied. "I'm Tim Fetters, one of the doctors for the North Carolina State football team. I understand you've detained one of my players?"
"I'm Sergeant Blue. You have some ID?"
Tim pulled out his wallet and handed the officer his driver's license and a business card identifying him as the team psychologist.
"I asked for a coach."
"Yes, I understand that," Tim replied. "Carlos only has three coaches in his cell phone, and he told me he tried to call all three, but none of them answered. I did."
It was a blatant lie, but after a few seconds, the cop bought it.
"Fine," he replied. "Who is this lovely young lady?"
Tim was about to answer for her, but Julia stuck her hand out.
"I'm Julia Waters, one of the cheerleader coaches here," she replied. "We're sorry to have caused you all this trouble."
"Not a problem, ma'am," the officer replied. "How did you both get here so quick?"
Julia took that one as well. "Well, that football player over there didn't know this, but when he called Dr. Fetters here, he called me, as well." She was laying it on thick now, even stepping up her Southern accent for effect. She batted her eyebrows as she jerked her head toward Tim. "Let's try and keep that between us, if you don't mind."
Sergeant Blue eyed Tim now. Some of it was jealousy, but some of it was the classic 'What's he got that I don't?' look, as well.
"Not a problem, ma'am," he said again. He directed them to follow him. As they did, Tim leaned over and whispered the girl's name into Julia's ear, so she could correctly identify her.
"Tia, what the hell happened?" Julia started. Tia looked back at her, clearly trying to figure out who she was. She was dressed in a white sweater and a blue denim skirt. The sweater looked disheveled - clearly, it had been balled up somewhere and just recently thrown back on.
"Why the hell do you care?" Tia replied. Uh, oh, Tim thought. He shot Tia a hard glare before responding.
"Careful, Tia," he said. "You're lucky Ms. Waters here was the one Carlos called and not Ms. Clifford." Tia stared back at him for a second, and he eventually saw the light click on.
"You're right," the girl replied. "Sorry, Ms. Waters."
"Sergeant?" Tim asked when he realized neither Pat nor Tia was going to offer an explanation.
"Apparently, these two couldn't restrain themselves," he said. "We were conducting a routine patrol and happened upon them in a... let's just say... less than appropriate act."
"C'mon, Sergeant," Tim said. "You can level with me. You caught 'em fucking out here?"
Julia laughed. Tia's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Tim looked over at Pat and saw the slightest smirk on his face. For his part, Blue stayed as professional as he could.
"Not exactly," he replied. "Mr. Kersee was leaned up against the statue, and Ms. Lopez was kneeling in front of him. I think you can fill in the blanks."
Tim looked up. Sure enough, there was the statue of Jim Valvano, the legendary North Carolina State basketball coach. Carlos, in his infinite wisdom, had nailed this one, so to speak.
"Yeah, probably," Tim said. "You mind if we talk to them for a minute?"
"As long as you don't mind an audience, go right ahead."
"Pat? Tia? Want to give us an explanation that will stop us from calling Coach Taylor and Ms. Clifford?"
"I'm sorry, Doc," Pat started, finally pulling his weight off the hood of the police car. The car rose up an inch or two. Pat's belt was still unbuckled and his fly was unzipped, but thankfully, nothing was poking out. He also had only a T-shirt on, one that was struggling to keep his large upper body contained. A red N.C. State jacket was lying on the car. "Tia was working out here in the women's weight room. I was working out with the basketball players. We caught each other on the way out, and we got the urge. I didn't think we'd get caught."
"It took us half an hour, you moron," Tia said from the curb. "Of course we were going to get caught."
"Half an hour, Pat?" Tim asked. "I mean, kudos and all, but if you're going to do it in a public place, perhaps a quickie might be the better option?"
Tia's jaw dropped again, and Tim could tell that even Julia was a little surprised by his question. Pat, though, thought nothing of it.
"Oh, we did that, Doc," he said. "With her? It took five minutes. I mean, she only got off twice, but under the circumstances-"
"PAT!" Tia shouted, throwing her purse at him. It hit him squarely in his right thigh, which made most cinder blocks look ordinary. Pat didn't even notice.
"What? It's the truth," he said.
"I know, but you're all tellin' everybody," she replied.
"Tia?" Julia asked. "If it only took five minutes, why were you still out here for 25 minutes?"
Even in the pale streetlights and the blue police lights, Tim could see the light-skinned Hispanic girl blush.
"Well, I, umm," Tia stammered. Pat jumped in.
"I didn't get off," Pat said. "I told her I could wait till we got to the dorms, but she said no. She went down on me, and... well, they told you the rest."
"For 25 minutes, Tia?" Tim asked.
"It's not my fault," she replied. "He wouldn't cum! I thought I was better at that."
"Oh, you're just fine," Pat said, walking over to the Hispanic girl and sitting down next to her. It looked like a jumbo sack of potatoes had just collapsed onto the sidewalk. "I was just trying to hold out. I could have gotten off right away, but I didn't want to give in that quickly."
"Ya know, Pat," Tim said. "I'm sure 'ol Jimmy V here appreciates the sentiment, OK? But I'm not sure this is quite what he meant by 'Don't ever give up,' all right?"
Julia, Tia, Sergeant Blue and the other officer within earshot burst out laughing. Pat just cracked a huge grin.
"OK, officers," Tim said. "What's the plan, here?"
The two men looked at each other.
"Technically, we have to take them downtown and book them," Blue said. "It's indecent exposure."
Tim nodded and pulled the two policemen farther away from the group, leaving Julia with Pat and Tia. He made sure none of the others could hear.
"I'm not going to get in your guys' way if you decide you have to do this, but just hear me out," Tim said, getting nods from both men. "Pat Kersee is a 4.0 student in the electrical engineering program here. Sure, he's got a shot to play pro next year, but he's graduating in December with his Bachelor's degree, five months early. When I first heard he was in trouble, I thought maybe he'd been trapped in the library after hours and set off an alarm or something. Tia Lopez, she's a member of pretty much every college Hispanic leadership committee in the country, and she's one of the top students in our Veterinary Sciences program. They're just a couple of co-eds who couldn't resist temptation. No one else saw them - no one else was hurt here."
Tim saw the two officers exchange a look. The one who hadn't yet said anything - Peterson, according to his nameplate - spoke now.
"I'd just like to know how *he* managed to hook up with *her*," Peterson said, making both Sgt. Blue and Tim laugh.
"I hear that," Tim said. "If I were him, I'd be pissed that no one else saw."
"It would just be a lot of extra paperwork for us, anyway," Blue said, and Peterson nodded.
"But Dr. Fetters, you need to make them understand," Peterson said. "They can't be out here doing stuff like that."
Tim stood up straight and spoke to where everyone could hear it.
"I understand, Officer," he said. "We'll deal with this internally, I can promise you that."
The two officers nodded to the cops sitting in the other police car. It drove off a few seconds later.
"Ms. Lopez, Mr. Kersee, we're releasing you into the custody of Dr. Fetters and Ms. Waters here. If we catch you out here again, we'll have no choice but to arrest you. Do you understand?"
Both of them nodded. The two officers got into their car and drove off. As they did, Carlos pulled his Fusion in front of the statue. "It's taken care of," he said. "The cops had to leave a message for the cheer coach, and Christy called her and convinced her it was just a prank call."
"You're dating Christy now?" Tia asked, recognizing the name of one of her fellow cheerleaders.
"Ain't nobody said nothin' 'bout dating," Carlos replied.
"Julia, can you take Tia to the car, please?" Tim interrupted. "I'll be right there." Julia nodded and escorted Tia toward the Camry, still parked 100 feet away.
"Pat," Tim started, and he saw Carlos' eyes follow Julia and Tia across the lot. "I'm not going to mention this to anyone else, ok?"
The big man looked visibly relieved.
"But listen. You almost got yourself arrested, man. I know you didn't mean anything by it, but this would have made the entire team look really, really bad. I'm going to remember this, and if anything happens again, everything comes out. You hear me?"
He nodded.
"Carlos," Tim said, pulling the running back's attention back to front and center. "Can you take him back to the dorms?"
"No problem, Doc," he said. "Thanks for helping out."
"No worries. Get outta here."
"Sure thing," Carlos said. He started the car again, but before he drove off, he rolled his window down. "Just one thing, first, Doc."
"Shoot."
"Your girl got any sisters?"
Tim grinned. Even at a time like this, Carlos was trying to get laid. There was something about Carlos' expression that made Tim stop for just a second - it wasn't that flirtatious, lecherous grin Carlos usually had when he was on the prowl.
"We don't really have that kind of relationship, man," Tim said. "I'll see you two later."
Tim watched Carlos drive out of the parking lot, and then walked to Julia's car. Of course, he knew Julia had a bunch of brothers and sisters. He'd never met any of them and didn't even know their names. Even if he had, Tim didn't think he'd be doing anybody a favor by hooking them up with Carlos.
When Tim got into the car, he gave Julia directions to the dorms. Tia was in the backseat, and Tim used most of the drive there to give her the same lecture he'd delivered to Pat. Tia was very apologetic, and by the time he was finished, she was on the verge of tears.
"There's no need to cry," he said. "I talked you both out of what could have been a very bad situation. But you're the woman here, Tia. Everyone in this car and in this country knows you have the cooler head when hormones start raging. Next time, get him back home first. Hell, do it inside RBC. I'll give you a key to Coach Taylor's office. Just, don't do it in public, OK?"
Tia giggled. Julia pulled up in front of her dorm, and Tia got out. Through his open window, Tim added one more thing.
"Or, here's an idea. Next time, just make the poor guy cum faster. Then you won't have this problem."
Julia opened her mouth to say something, but Tia turned and headed toward the dorms. Tim was rolling up the window.
"What?" Tim asked, seeing Julia's open mouth.
"I was just going to tell her," she said. "If she needs pointers, I'd be happy to help. You never seem to complain."
"No," he agreed. "Tia, for as hot as she is, and as much as I'm sure she does it for Pat Kersee, is just a girl. You, Ms. Waters, are a woman."
"You calling me old?"
"Oh, hell," Tim said. "You're five years younger than me. You're not old - you just know what you're doing."
"I dunno," she replied, winking at him as she pulled out of the dorm parking lot and back onto the road. "I think you were calling me old. I think I need to prove you wrong."
Tim grinned. "Suit yourself."
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Ever since he could remember, Tim had been surrounded by self-assured women. His mother was the head women's soccer coach at Wake Forest from the time Tim turned seven until she retired when he was in his mid-20s. His commanding officer for most of his tour in the Marines was a woman, and she answered to a two-star general who was one of the highest-ranking women in the United States military. The chair of the psychology department at North Carolina State, Paula Ferguson, was one of the most published professors in the world.
Even with all of that, Julia was one of the most secure women he'd ever met. She talked about needing to lose 20 pounds and joked about her curvaceous figure, but unlike most other women who weren't blessed with supermodel looks, she knew she was attractive without having to be reminded. At work, she had no problem dealing with angry passengers, confused employees and overzealous middle managers from corporate headquarters. With the way he'd acted over the past 18 months, Tim knew that a woman with less personal security would have bailed a long time ago. When he let his mind wander there, he realized her sense of self-worth was one of the things he was most attracted to.
That all evaporated into the atmosphere when it came to her apartment. The first time they got together was at Tim's house, and after that, she wouldn't let him come to her place for six or seven months. Really, it had just been within the past couple months that she had started inviting him over occasionally - prior to that, the only times they used her place was when Tim had a late night followed by an early morning and didn't want to drive 30 minutes outside of town.
Tim repeatedly tried to convince Julia that he could care less about where she lived. For one, he'd never really been concerned with financial status or social class. Sure, his family had always had money, but he never felt like that made him better than anyone else. And besides, their relationship was purely sexual -- great sex in a clapboard shack was still great, Tim liked to say, while lousy sex in a mansion was still lousy.
Julia lived on the third floor of a five-story apartment building in Durham, just up the street from Duke University. Her entire apartment was about as big as Tim's master bedroom and bathroom, which was a sore spot for her. He often told her that his pre-Doctoral apartment, just two miles away from the N.C. State campus, made her apartment look like a luxury suite at the MGM Grand, but it didn't matter. It was still a source of embarrassment for her.
Tim dug the simplicity of the place, though. Julia knew how to use her space - every available square foot was used, but he never felt like she was a packrat. There were some "typical girl" things at her apartment; she had two flowerpots hanging in opposite corners of her living room, there were several romance novels laying on her coffee table, and he was sure her cat was lurking somewhere, scheming up a way to attack Tim when he least expected it. Then again, she had a neon "Open" sign on the wall right next to her front door, and a giant plastic cutout of Steve Smith, one of the Carolina Panthers' receivers, adorned one of her bedroom walls. Tim loved his house because of the view and easy access to water skiing and boating, but Julia's apartment had real-life charm and that "lived-in" quality.
"You handled yourself very well tonight," he said as they entered her apartment. "I appreciate you helping me with that, especially on the fly."
"Hell, you were the impressive one," she said. "I just said two things. You managed to get them out of being arrested."
"I just did my job," he replied. "I'm supposed to look out for the mental well-being of North Carolina State's athletes. I don't think hitting the police blotter would have what you'd call a positive impact on either Pat or Tia's mental health, do you?"
He went into the kitchen and grabbed two Miller Lites out of the fridge. For some reason, he thought, it always went like this. At his house, Julia tended to be the busybody while Tim just collapsed into a chair. At Julia's place, Tim usually got the drinks. Julia just leaned up against the wall, watching him.
"Probably not," she replied, taking a generous swig of beer. "How close were the cops to arresting them?"
"Just watching the two of them, I could tell they found the whole situation more amusing than anything," Tim said. "I don't think they really felt like putting the effort into arresting them. I just said some things that reinforced that idea."
"Well," Julia said, pulling Tim to her. One hand was holding her beer, but she was still making progress on the buttons of his dress shirt with her free hand. "You still could have called their coaches and turned them in. It was a very nice thing to do."
"I'm sure they thought so," Tim said, running the fingers of his right hand through her dark brown hair. "Yeah, really, the cops were mostly just shocked that someone like Pat could land someone like Tia."
"You heard what they said," Julia said. She finally worked the last button loose and pulled his shirt off his shoulders. "He made her come twice in five minutes. Who cares what the equipment looks like, as long as it still works?"
"Oh, is that right?" he replied. His free hand was now working on Julia's dress, pulling the hem up her legs slowly.
"Yessssssss," she hissed into Tim's ear. "Of course, in your case, I don't have to choose. I get the best of both worlds - the equipment works, but it also looks damn good." She accentuated her point by running her hands across his well-chiseled pecs and tracing the contours of his abs.
"Is that your way of telling me you want to cum twice in five minutes?" Tim asked. He set his beer on the dining table behind him, and did the same with Julia's beer before leaning down to kiss her neck. He dragged his tongue across her collarbone, and when he bit down on her shoulder, she gasped.
"I wouldn't turn it down," she replied. "I will say this: if you can do it, it won't take me 25 minutes to make you cum."
Tim broke into a huge grin and pushed Julia's dress the rest of the way up her thighs, bunching it around her waist. When he moved his fingers to her pussy, he could feel her wetness, even through her panties.
"Somebody's already turned on," Tim said, pulling her panties to the side and immediately jabbing a finger inside her.
"OH, shit!" she said, immediately locking her hands around his neck. "I've been horny all day. You didn't fuck me this morning before you left."
"I didn't, did I?" Tim asked.
"Noooo..." she replied. "I had to go to the bathroom and finger myself twice today."
"Show me," he said, taking her right hand and moving it in between her legs. "I'm going to make you cum twice in the next four minutes now, but you're going to help."
Julia started rubbing her clit while Tim rapidly plunged two fingers into her steamy cunt. She wasn't going to last a whole lot longer, but just to make sure, he leaned forward and caught one of her nipples between his teeth. Even with her dress and bra still covering them, the sensation was strong enough for Julia to let loose with another blue streak.
"FUCK!" she yelled. "I'm gonna cum!"
Tim only increased the pace with his fingers, and he managed to pull back and watch Julia's face as she came on both their hands. He got more than his fair share of memorable views from the cockpit, but for Tim's money, this sight - a beautiful woman cumming because of something he was doing - beat everything.
While his right hand was occupied with her pussy, his left hand had been working at his own zipper. He'd loosened his belt enough to pull his black slacks down around his ankles. As soon as she stopped to take a breath, Tim crouched down, aimed his cock at her pussy and plunged forward.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuucccckkkk!!!!" Julia cried out, most of it into Tim's shoulder. He figured he had about 90 seconds left to make her cum again. He lifted her right leg off the ground, and after re-locking her fingers behind his neck, she added her left leg, intertwining them around his lower back. Tim supported most of Julia's weight while repeatedly slamming into her pussy, causing the picture frames on the wall to shake. One of them got loose from its hook and crashed to the ground - Tim barely noticed.
His arms were wrapped around her lower back as he held her up, but he freed one of his hands temporarily to lay several light but stinging swats on her bubbly ass. She groaned with every smack, adding something extra to the constant whimpers she was letting loose every time Tim drove into her pussy.
He was quickly running out of time, so Tim resorted to a trick he only used occasionally. He leaned away just enough to establish solid eye contact with Julia, and stared deep into her eyes while he repeatedly slammed his hips forward into her. They exchanged so much with those deep gazes, but it always seemed to grab her emotions and send them hurtling over the edge of a cliff.
Within five seconds, she was biting her lip. She started babbling incoherently a few moments later, and somewhere around the 30-second mark, he felt a torrent of Julia's juices flooding his cock as she came one more time. She squeaked a little bit, but not much else came out of her open mouth as her second orgasm slammed into her.
Tim usually broke the eye contact once she started cumming, but he couldn't tear his eyes away this time. They stayed locked onto each other throughout her entire orgasm, finally looking away as Julia's body started to sag. He didn't like doing that to her - that kind of deep, soul-searching look could do nothing but give her the wrong idea about how he felt. But for whatever reason, it worked on her every time, so when he absolutely needed her to cum right then and there, it was his go-to trick.
"That's so unfair," she cried as Tim carefully lowered them both to the ground.
"I know."
"You always tell me there's nothing emotional in this for you, then you go and do stupid shit like that," Julia said.
"Hey," Tim replied. "I had a deadline to meet. Normally, I'd have just strung you along for another few minutes until you came from the friction, but I was under strict instructions to make you cum twice in five minutes. Time was running out."
"And that's all it was, huh?"
"Of course," he said. He knew it was bullshit, and he figured Julia probably did, too.
"Right," she said. "Go sit on the couch."
Tim did as he was told and dropped down onto Julia's red loveseat in the living room. She hadn't gotten off the ground yet, but as he settled into the chair, she started crawling toward him.
"Well, you lying sack of shit, you met your deadline, so I guess I have to hold up my end of the bargain," she said. She was grinning enough for Tim to know that she wasn't totally serious, although now he was sure she knew he was lying.
After what seemed like 10 minutes but probably only took 10 seconds, Julia crawled in between Tim's legs. She didn't waste time on pretense and small talk - she immediately dropped her head to his lap and engulfed his cock with her warm mouth.
"Oh, God, Jules," Tim groaned. "I'll never get used to that feeling; those first few seconds I'm in your mouth are just amazing."
"You like that, do you?" she asked, looking up at him and smiling around his cock.
"You know I do," he replied. "How do you taste?"
"How do I-" she almost finished repeating Tim's question when she finally realized what he meant. He saw her cheeks blush slightly, which just got him harder. She said nothing for a minute; she just continued bobbing her head up and down on his cock.
"I taste pretty damn good actually," she said, pulling him from her mouth ever so briefly. "You hear about how some guys can suck their own dicks - I wonder if it'd be possible to lick my own pussy."
Tim's eyes bugged out of his head, and Julia laughed as she popped his cock back into her mouth. There were about a million replies to his last question, but Tim had fully not expected that one.
"Though, I doubt it," she said a few moments later when she took him out of her mouth and started stroking him. "I'm sure I'm not flexible enough for that."
"Well, it's all about wanting it," Tim said, placing his hands behind her head. "Flexibility, we can work on."
"Later," she replied, and started licking up and down the length of his cock. She was using one hand to massage his balls and the other was wrapped around the base of his dick.
For the next 10 minutes, Julia steadily worked his cock with her tongue and her lips, with just the slightest contribution from her teeth. She only stopped once, to take off the dress that was still bunched around her waist. Tim's eyes must have rolled back in his head a dozen times, as she kept finding ways to make something that already felt really damn good even better.
Finally, she started deep-throating Tim, which pushed him right to the edge. Just as he was about to cum, though, she gripped his cock tightly around the base, cutting off the cum from rising up from his balls.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm not letting you cum just yet," she replied, grinning.
"I don't think that's how it happened," he answered. "Pat said Tia was doing enough to make him cum, he just wouldn't let himself. She wasn't purposely stopping him."
"So?" she replied back. "You said I'm better at this than Tia."
Tim just groaned as Julia removed her fingers and started sucking again. She'd waited just long enough - he wasn't getting soft, but his orgasm was delayed a few more minutes. He tightened his grip in her hair and moved her up and down on his dick, feeling himself inch closer and closer with every up-and-down movement of Julia's mouth. She really was good at this, Tim thought, and if she wanted to tease him and make it last a little longer, that was fine.
Just a few minutes later, Tim discovered Julia's ulterior motives.
She was rapidly moving her mouth up and down on his cock, occasionally taking him down her throat, and Tim tightened the grip he now had on her shoulders to let her know he was about to cum. Instead of speeding up, or even backing away and using her hands to finish him off as she sometimes did, she pulled off completely. Her hand lightly stroked his dick, just enough to keep him hard, but that was it.
"What's going on?"
"I'm still not letting you cum yet."
"Oh, God," Tim groaned. "C'mon, Julia. Once was bad enough, but you're going to kill me here."
She rocked back on her heels and sat down Indian-style on the floor, still stroking his rock-hard cock.
"Oh, I'll make you cum," she said, a strange gleam in her eye. "You just need to tell me first."
"Tell you what? That I want to cum?" Tim blurted out, exasperated. "Jesus, Julia. You know I want to cum."
"Not that," she replied, half-chuckling. "I want you to say it."
"Say what?" Tim replied. He was starting to get rather annoyed. His dick was still standing at attention, with Julia's tiny hand wrapped around it, not even covering half.
"You know what I'm talking about, Tim," she replied.
Oh, fucking Christ, he thought to himself. "You can't be serious."
"I am serious, Tim," she answered. "I want to be serious. You want to be serious. But you can't get over yourself and admit it, can you?"
"Julia, this is not the time."
"It's never the time, Tim," she answered back. "You just made me cum a few minutes ago with one of the most intense, passionate looks I've ever seen in my life, and yet, you still say it's just about the sex."
Yet another image from the past trickled to the front of Tim's brain. It was of himself, about three years ago, in an apartment much smaller than this one. Then, it was Tim himself sitting Indian-style on the floor, right next to the door, while Leira loomed over him. She'd been standing, trying to leave, and Tim was sitting down, but the similarities were too much. Just as Tim was about to respond, he remembered Leira's words, all too clearly in his mind:
*"The sex with us has always been great. But that's all this is about now. Don't you want more than that?"*
All at once, Tim's anger shot up to the surface, and his body followed suit, ripping his cock from Julia's grasp as he sprang to his feet. He made a B-line for his shirt and slacks, still crumpled in a pile next to the fallen picture frame by the dining table. Now it was Julia's turn to be confused.
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" she asked frantically.
"I guess it isn't even about the sex now," he replied, much too harshly. As he pulled his boxers and slacks up over his now flagging cock, he turned to look at her. The look on her face was pure panic. It tugged on him - it really did. But he was so angry with her right now, he couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry, Tim," she answered. "I didn't mean it. Please, don't go."
"You did mean it," he answered, speaking about as loudly as he could without yelling at her. She was on the verge of tears now. "You wanted something from me. You couldn't get it from me any other way. Here, I thought you were trying to do something for me... and all you wanted was something to make yourself feel better."
"I did want you to cum!" she exclaimed. "I just-"
"I got news for you, Julia," Tim replied. He didn't want to say this next part, but the words came before he could clip them. "The last person who used sex as a weapon with me? I haven't spoken to her in more than three years."
Tim patted his pants to make sure he had his keys and his phone. Without looking back at Julia, he opened the door and slammed it behind him. |
1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 22 | 63,677 | 4.65 | 560,196 | [
"lesbian sex",
"anal sex",
"interracial sex",
"incest novella"
] | *(continued from chapter 21)...*
"That's it, I'm bushed....you win," Tess conceded to Janice in losing to her in the backstroke race of 10 laps.
"Told ya' you couldn't beat me," Jan smugly said, moving to slip her hands under Tess' arms as Tess floated on her back, trying to catch her breath from the strenuous swimming competition.
Using just her feet, Janice kick-swam them both to the shallow end of the large pool. Finding purchase for her feet, she continued to pull Tess along as she made lazy-circles in the pool, simply meandering with no end-point in mind.
Tess let her body totally relax in the firm grip of Jan to her arms, floating languidly in the warmth of the water, in the embrace of the summer sun.
Moving forward so that Tess' head now rested on Jan's shoulders, Jan playfully nibbled on Tess' earlobe, moving her hands from Tess' arms to wrap around, and grab onto, her boobs.
"What time do you think Jo'll call us to meet them for lunch?" Janice cooed softly into Tess' ear, her hands squeezing Tess' boobs softly, pulling at the hard nipples.
"Don't know, but if we get out of the pool now and dry off, I'm sure we'll have enough time to fuck and, shower, afterwards," Tess replied softly, letting her hand float behind her so that she could squeeze Jan's fine ass with her fingers.
"Or, we could skip the drying off part, and simply fuck out here, on the chaise," Jan suggested, dropping a hand down Tess' belly to give her pussy a soft squeeze.
"Or...we could do that, what you just said......" flipping around and taking Jan into her arms so quickly that poor Janice barely had time enough to open her mouth for Tess' tongue to enter.
Sixty-nine.....what a wonderful position, thought Tess as she leisurely sucked and gnawed on the delicious, brown-skinned pussy under her mouth, letting her tongue slowly play over Jan's clit.
Laying on her back on the chaise, Jan had both hands dug firmly into Tess' ass-cheeks, using Tess' ass as leverage to pull her mouth harder against her sweet snatch, the pleasure from what Tess was doing to her, driving her lustful and noisy cunnilingus of Tess' sweet smelling cunt.
Goddamn, but these two white girls can certainly eat pussy, Jan thought to herself as she took her time with Tess' cunt, slipping her tongue in and out of the slit, chewing on Tess' larger clit with teeth and lips. She absolutely loved it when Meg ate her, absolutely loved it but, damnit to hell, these two, white, sister-lezes know how to eat pussy, plain and simple......
"So, anything hit your hot button of the ones we've seen?" Jo asked Megan as they toyed with their ice teas while waiting for Tess and Jan to meet them.
"Of the ones he showed us, I liked the place near the college, near the fitness center," Megan replied, "Damn sure taking their sweet time getting here," switching topics to express her displeasure at having to wait to order. Shit, she was hungry. All that fucking last night with Tess and only 2 cups of coffee this morning, well hell's bells, growing girl needs to eat, was her feeling.
"Pretty sure I caught them in the middle of something," Jo chuckled, "Tess was breathing heavy when she answered her phone."
"Janice's a horny little thing," Meg commented, "wouldn't surprise me at all....." her voice trailing off to silence.
"How do you and Tess do it?" Megan asked out of the blue, "you know, screw around with other chicks without being jealous and all that crap?"
"Many levels to love, Meg," Jo explained, "Tess and I, well, our love for each other is strong, heart-strong. We recognize that sex with others is just that, sex, nothing more, nothing that lessens our feelings for each other."
"Still, doesn't it ever bother you when she's with someone else or you're with someone else?" Megan pressed.
"No, never has yet and I'm pretty sure that Tess would tell you the same," Jo answered, her eyes catching Tess' car pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant.
"That's a strong love for each other," Megan observed with admiration.
"Yes, yes it is, baby...."
"So, in a nutshell, I'm torn between two spots but favoring the one near the college and fitness place," Jo said between bites of her salad, catching Tess and Jan up on the real estate thingy.
"Lease or purchase?" Tess asked, her interest genuine.
"Lease with an option after the first year," Jo replied, "with the lease payments after six months credited towards the purchase price."
"Sweet...." Tess replied with a smile.
"Yep, that's what I think too," Jo responded, winking at Tess afterwards.
Turning towards Jan, Jo swallowed her bite of shrimp, saying to the teenager, "So, did my sweet sis get you off?" the brashness and suddeness of the question causing Janice to almost spit out her bite of sandwich.
"Um, well, yeah, of course, why wouldn't she have?" Jan sputtered in reply.
"Just checking...." Jo laughingly replied, smiling at the response she had hoped for when asking the question.
"You guys up for the movies?" Megan asked Jan and Tess, "Jo and I are going. Want to join us?"
Looking to each other for a nano-second, Tess answered for them both in the affirmative.....
The theatre was near the campus where Tess would soon be going to school, an arts-type house that showed 'Indie' flicks for the most part. The theatre was about half-full and taking seats at the back of the complex, the four gals settled into their strangely comfortable, cushioned seats, liking that the seats could scoot forward or backward for comfort.
Each of the couples shared a popcorn and had their own drinks. Through with the snack by the end of the trailers, the four women settled into their seats for the main feature. Leaning towards Megan a bit, Jo took Megan's arm and placed it over her shoulder, placing and holding Meg's hand onto one of her boobs with her own.
"Play with the girls a bit?" Jo asked when she turned her face towards Megan's, her fingers lightly stroking the teenager's thigh through her pants.
"Only if we sleep together tonight," Megan answered as her hand softly caressed the familiar tit of the older Clancy sister.
"Only?" Jo teasingly asked.
"Of course not, silly, I'd play with you anytime," Megan answered, "you know that."
"Yes, and yes, I'm sleeping with you tonight," Jo smilingly confirmed as she leaned up to kiss Megan, "though we might not get much sleep."
"Works for me," Meg replied softly, her lips, afterwards, meeting Jo's in a lustful kiss of anticipation.
The movie was black and white, more dark than light as the film progressed. Dark enough that Jan thought nothing of letting Tess open her blouse to suck on her bra-less tits in the theatre, thought nothing of letting Tess finger her while doing so, either. She stifled her cry of joy when she orgasmed by biting down on Tess' neck...hard, hard enough that Tess would have one hell of a hickey before the morning sun rose in the east....
"Great weekend you two," Jo said as she and Tess hugged the oreo couple goodbye that Sunday afternoon, "Remember, next Friday night, a little goodbye dinner for you two before y'all head off to school."
"Don't worry about that," Jan answered for she and Megan, "we'll be here with bells on."
"Yeah, but not for long I'll bet," Tess wise-cracked in jest despite the truth of the observation.
"Well, damn, that was surely a fun time," Jo expressed to Tess as they fell onto the couch to chill, to hang.
"Yeah, it was," Tess agreed, "like fucking 'em both, I have to say, both very nice in the sack," she further opined.
"Think they'll last?" Jo asked out of idle curiosity.
"Doubtful. Too young and the girl-girl thing is too new for them both.....they'll have fun for a while but, in the end, I think they'll move on to others at some point," Tess opined to her sis.
"Yeah, kinda' what I think too," Jo agreed, "So, what's up for you this week?" changing the subject.
"Have a meeting with my graduate advisor tomorrow morning, and meeting the Goodwill truck tomorrow afternoon for them to pick up the furniture from the 'rents' room," Tess answered, "You?"
"Meeting with the bank on my application for the business loan. Shouldn't be a problem but still, makes me nervous," Jo replied, stretching then flipping around to lay her head in Tess' lap on the couch.
Looking down to Jo's face, Tess smiled a gentle smile, her hand moving to casually stroke over Jo's girls, no bra holding them in today. It wasn't an overt move of seduction by Tess, her hand just seemed to find its own way to Jo's tits, most times. Kinda'like petting a house cat when it curls up on your lap, ya' know?
"Want to go look at some bedroom furniture and shit?" Tess asked.
"Arrrgghhh, you know I hate that shit.....why don't you just handle it, babe, I'm absolutely worthless in picking and matching colors and all that crap," Jo tried, in vain, to argue.
"I want your input, Jo....C'mon, it's going to be 'our' room, bitch, and you're going to help," Tess said in a tone that left little doubt that Ms. Jo was going furniture shopping today, like it or not.......
"May I help you?" asked the twenty-something sitting at the desk outside of her graduate advisor's office. The receptionist? assistant? student aide? looked up at Tess, her head tilted down, looking over the top of her glass-frames.
"I have an appointment with Doctor Hughes at ten?" Tess answered, "Clancy. Theresa Clancy?"
At the mention of her name, a flash of recognition slipped across the face of the gal behind the desk.
"You're Doctor Clancy's daughter?" she asked.
"I am," was the short reply.
"A great teacher, your father; I had him for three courses when I was an undergrad and loved his classes," the gal clarified for Tess.
"Thank you," Tess said of the compliment, "I get a lot of that from people who've had him as an instructor."
Standing, the aide extended her hand in greeting to Tess, "I'm Doctor Hughes' grad-assistant, Betty, but please call me Betts, everyone else does."
"Good to meet you; please call me Tess, not Theresa," taking the gal's offered hand and returning the greeting.
Taking a quick appraisal of Betts' 'look', Tess liked the package in front of her. Auburn-colored hair, cut short, female-jock short but longer than butch-short, ya' know? Taller than Tess by a couple of inches, making her five-ten'ish or eleven'ish or so, probably one-thirty or thirty-five, Tess judged quickly as she did a quick up and down appraisal when Betts turned to Doctor Hughes' door to let him know that his appointment was here.
Had you asked, Tess would've deemed her eminently fuckable.
Darting her eyes to a light on her phone, Betts motioned with her head towards the closed door behind her, "He'll see you now," smiling to Tess, "Want to grab some coffee after your meeting? I'll be through with the desk for today and can sorta' give you the lay of the land in grad school," Betts offered.
"Sure, that'd be great," Tess accepted gladly, she needed some coffee.....
"Yeah, he is sort of a queer little duck, isn't he?" Betts agreed, nodding her head and blowing across the top of her super-hot latte.
She was speaking of Doctor Hughes, of course, Tess' grad advisor. Tess had express a 'thought' that he seemed a little, well, a little 'out there' with his nineteenth century mannerisms and all, almost as if he'd traveled in a time machine from then to now.
"I mean, is he for real?" Tess asked Betts.
"Oh yeah, he is.....strangely though? There's a waiting list for his classes on Victorian History and, also, for his class on the Civil War," Betts answered.
"Well, this is the list of courses he recommended for my first semester; would you take a look at it and tell me what you think?" handing the list to Betts. Betts, as was Tess, was a History graduate student but specializing in the Reformation Movement of Europe.
"Looks doable, I think; lots of library time but get use to that, grad school is all about the fucking library," Betts advised, handing the list back to Tess.
Slipping from her fingers to the floor, Tess bent to retrieve the list, grimacing when doing so, uttering a soft 'ouch'.
"What's the matter? Did you hurt yourself?" Betts asked.
"No, I've been sore ever since our return flight from Ireland," Tess explained, rubbing a spot on her back with her hand. She went on to explain to Betts of the interment of ashes, etc. their flight to and fro, leaving out the salacious details, of course.
"You should give my girl a try," Betts offered.
"Your girl?"
"My masseuse. I've used her from senior year on to iron out the kinks from playing."
"I thought I recognized you. Played for the school's golf team, right? Think I remember seeing pictures of you in the paper when I'd return home from school," Tess said, happy now that she'd finally figured out why Betts seemed so familiar to her.
"You play?"
"Not on your level. I carry a twelve handicap," referring, of course, to her golf score.
"I miss the daily grind of practice with the squad," Betts admitted, "let me know if you'd like to play sometime. So, want me to set it up for you with Tori?" Betts pressed.
"Sure....I'm too young to be gimpy," joked Tess.
Pulling out her cell phone then and there, Betts pressed a button and brought the phone to her ear. Standing and walking away for privacy, Betts spent a few minutes on the phone, talking about what? Tess couldn't say. Returning to their table, Betts fished a slip of paper from her purse, wrote some numbers and handed it to Tess.
"Give her a call after five today to set up an appointment. I sorta' fudged and told her that we were friends," Betts 'fessed up to Tess, "and, don't be put off by her appearance...her hands are pure magic."
"Thanks Betts, I really appreciate this and who knows, we just might become friends after all is said and done," Tess replied.
"Wouldn't surprise me at all if we did, sunshine," Betts replied crypticly, her eyes squinting as she gazed towards Tess.........
"I know you," they both said at the same time when Tori opened her door after Tess rang the chime, both laughing a bit self-consciously.
"You were at Tugboat Annie's a few months ago, weren't you?" Tori asked as she stepped aside for Tess to enter her home/massage studio. Tugboat Annie's was a hodge-podge bar in 'Old Town' that catered to whoever could throw money onto the bar; gay, straight, butch, boi, whatever, it just didn't matter at Annie's.
"I was....you stopped by the table and talked to my friend, Madge," Tess supplied, Madge being an in-the-closet married woman that Tess had been fucking for some time.
"Fun gal, that Madge," Tori contributed knowingly as she led Tess through her home to the add-on studio at the back of her house.
"She is that," agreed Tess, trailing behind Tori admiringly so, staring at Tori's muscled glutes that were straining the material of the tight gym shorts.
"Like what I can see of the tat," Tess said further, referring to the tail of a dragon? that was shown on the exposed, firm back, Tori wearing a cut-off tee, much like muscle builders wear.
If Tess were to be honest, she liked Tori's 'look'; short, almost buzzed dark hair, little or no makeup, big hoops in her ears, high, firm breasts barely contained by the half-tee. Butch, but femme; boi, but barely so....all in all, thought Tess, kinda' appealing.
"Thanks, it's a work in progress," Tori replied, ushering Tess into the studio with a sweep of her hand.
Warm and inviting was the first impression to most everyone who came into Tori's studio. Soft woods and fabrics, soft, indirect lighting complemented by rope lights on some large tree-plants in the corners.
"You can change in there," Tori said to Tess, using her chin to point to a small dressing room with a beaded curtain hanging in the doorway, "if you're shy or bashful, there's a large towel-sheet to wrap in and I'll keep it over your privates as I work on you. Otherwise, I'll work on you in the buff, okay?"
"I'm not bashful," Tess said with a smile, stepping into the changing room as she did so.
Quickly stripping to her panties, she thought for a second and then pulled them off as well, checking herself out in the full-length mirror in the changing space. I'd definitely fuck me, Tess thought as she admired her body, liking how flat her stomach was, loving how firm her C-Cup girls were....yep, she concluded, I'd definitely fuck me.
"Where does it hurt?" Tori asked as she quickly admired Tess' nakedness when she stepped out of the dressing room, "Betts said something about some long overseas flights?"
Tess brought Tori up to speed on the trip to Ireland and back, and of how she's had a pain in her lower back that just won't go away.
"Hop up onto the table Tess, on your stomach, and put your face in the hole of the head-pillow, I'll have you feeling like a million bucks before you leave here," Tori instructed as she rubbed her hands together briskly to warm them before she started 'oiling' and working Tess' body.
Tess' very lovely body thought Tori's evil twin.
Tori tried hard, really, really hard to not make 'moves' on some of her clients. She tried super hard to separate her business world from her private world but, well, fuck it! sometimes she just couldn't do that.
Some of her clients were purely that, clients. But some? Well, there were more than a few, mostly married ones at that, that encouraged Tori to be as friendly and personal as she cared to be with them as Tori rubbed and caressed their flesh with her expert fingers. That's how she met Madge and there was no doubt in Tori's mind that Tess was fucking Madge, no doubt at all.
And if that was the case, well, who knows where this might go this afternoon. Sure as hell, Tori thought as she slowly poured the warm oil onto the small of Tess' well-formed back, letting some of the oil just barely trickle on Tess' ass-crack, I wouldn't let that chance slip away should it arise.
"Oh...My...God," Tess cooed after a few seconds of Tori's fingers and hands working her back muscles, "Betts said that you had amazing hands but wow, she sure under-stated that fact."
"She would know," Tori said in a tone that dripped with double-entendre meaning.
"Like that?" Tori asked as she slowly rubbed her hands up and down Tess' firm body, liking how Tess obviously took care of herself.
"Oooohhhhh, yeah.....I could let you do me for hours," Tess cooed softly, the reference of 'doing her', purposeful on Tess' part.
"That can be arranged," Tori chuckled, her hands now working Tess' firm glutes, her fingers squeezing deep into the flesh. Slowly, working Tess' cheeks apart as she did so, Tori kneaded the orbs of flesh, spreading oils as hands and fingers took command of Tess' naked body.
When Tess felt Tori's hands on her ass, she reflexively pulled her legs apart slightly, as if expecting to feel a finger or tongue in her ass-crack, next.
Tori smiled to herself when she noticed Tess' legs move apart, knowing from experience that women did that, almost as if inviting to be violatated by a dick or tongue or whatever.
"How personal are you comfortable with me getting with you, Tess?" Tori asked as her fingers moved closer to Tess' puckered hole while kneading Tess' ass.
"I'm not bashful, Tori; we both 'know' Madge....'nuff said, don't you think?" Tess answered, her legs moving a teeny bit further apart.
That was when she felt it, the finger circling her asshole, teasing it, almost entering it but not quite. Tori's hands and other fingers rubbed, squeezed, kneaded Tess' ass-cheeks but one, one stayed rubbing her asshole at all times.
Tess liked that. Tess liked that a lot.
Tori knew this. Tori knew this and use this to tease Tess, teasing her for a long time until finally, much to Tess' relief, she inserted her finger into Tess' asshole, just to the first knuckle, making small stroking motions, slowly, Tori moving her other hand up Tess' back at the same time.
"Uhhhh...ooohhhhh..."Tess moaned softly, her hips moving slightly up and down in concert with the finger that was in her ass, the finger that felt just so fucking great right now. Raising up from the face pillow, Tess supported her upper body with her elbows and forearms on the table, her head moving slowly back and forth as the excitement built within her.
"Feels good, Tess? You like that? what I'm doing, Tess?" Tori said softly, sliding her finger deeper, up to the second knuckle, now. Moving her hand back and forth, slowly, Tori's finger slid in and out, ever so slowly going deeper and deeper until Tori's middle finger was buried in Tess' asshole, Tori's hand pressing hard against Tess' asscheeks.
"I do....I do...please, don't stop," Tess answered/begged Tori.
"I won't......I won't stop, baby," Tori cooed back, moving her body forward as she turned Tess' head to the side at the same time so that they could kiss.
Opening her mouth wide, Tess sucked Tori's tongue deep into her mouth, gnawing on Tori's lips afterwards, each thrust of Tori's finger into her ass driving her lust.
Tori's fingering of Tess alternated between fast and slow, hard and soft, all the while the two women sucked each other's lips and traded tongue swipes. Pulling her lips from Tess', Tori smiled when she saw the disappointment on Tess' face at their kiss ending. Pulling her finger from Tess' ass, she kissed Tess one more time, telling Tess to lay back down, that she had one more thing for Tess' pleasure, smiling as she quickly washed, then, sanitized her hands.
Reaching under the table to some attached shelves, Tori retrieved a slender, moderately thick vibrator. Spreading Tess' asscheeks with the fingers of one hand, Tori positioned the vibrator's head between the cheeks and then turned it on.
"Ooooooooh damn.....ooooh yeah, like that, just like that," Tess begged as the vibrator shimmied its way into Tess' asshole, Tess spreading her legs until her knees were off the table, her lower legs suspended in mid-air. Rising to her elbows and forearms again, Tess pulled Tori's body until Tess could reach to suck on Tori's tits through her half-tee as Tori fucked her ever-so-willing asshole.
Tess nudged Tori's tee up with her nose until she could get her mouth onto one of Tori's firm B-Cups, her tongue tracing circles crazily around the erect pink nipple.
Oh that feels good, Tori thought when she felt Tess suck her tit into her mouth, felt Tess' tongue begin its play on her stiff nipple. That, plus the pleasure she received from fucking women in the ass and/or being fucked in the ass, was causing Tori's breathing to become labored, excited.
"Flip over, get on your back," Tori commanded Tess as she, Tori, tore her garments from her body. Positioning Tess head so that it was on the head-rest, leaning slightly downward, at an angle, Tori moved so that Tess' head was now between her spread legs, her bare pussy inches from Tess' mouth. Leaning forward and lowering her head, Tori began her exploraton of Tess' tasty pussy with her mouth and tongue, slowly, taking her time, relishing Tess' scent, Tess' tasty juices, her fingers gripping and holding Tess' legs apart.
Wrapping her arms around Tori's hips, Tess gripped Tori's asscheeks and raised her head so that she could begin her own exploration of the bare, naked pussy just above her snaking tongue, her mouth quickly flooded with Tori's juices as Tess ate away with gusto.
Tess and Tori fucked each other raw until the early hours of the following morn, the action moving from the studio to Tori's bedroom, to Tori's kitchen and back to the bedroom. Every sex-toy in Tori's home was used and abused, nothing off limits for either one.
Before Tess left to go home, at Tori's request, Tess strapped on a dildo and ass-fucked Tori one more time, fucked her hard, fucked her raw........
After quickly showering the sex-sweat from her body, Tess dried off and padded down the hallway to Jo's room, finding her sis asleep, just a sheet over her body as the moon's soft light, through the skylight, provided a comforting glow about the room. Crawling quietly into bed with Jo, Tess slipped under the sheet and molded her body to Jo's.
"Mmmmmm, thought you might be spending the night with someone when I didn't find you home," Jo murmured softly as she nuzzled her body against Tess'.
"You horny?" Tess asked softly, nibbling on Jo's ear afterwards while her hand found, and fondled, Jo's breasts.
"Not really...but, keep doing that and I will be," Jo joked in answer but, really, it wasn't a joke.
"Remember our first time? My first time?" Tess asked as she kissed and licked her sister's body.
"Yeah....oh, that's nice.....of course, I do," Jo answered while rolling onto her back so that she was now under Tess' exploring mouth and tongue.
"Why did you do it? What was there about us, about me that made you want to do that?" Tess' questions asked between long and loud suckles of Jo's D-Cup girls.
"I think part of it was because it was still pretty new to me....oh, yeah, baby-sis, like that.....but, truthfully? Even before I discovered sex with gals, I would get strange feelings when I saw you in your underwear or swim suit after we became a step-family. Don't really know why but I realized that I was attracted to you," Jo replied between soft coos and murmurs of satisfaction at what Tess was doing to her.
Letting her mouth slip from Jo's breast with a loud plopping sound, Tess leaned on her elbow, and looked down upon her sibling, her eyes moist it seemed, in the soft light of the bedroom.
"The very first time I saw you, that first time when you and mom met dad and I for lunch so that they could introduce us? Remember that? I remember clearly how my stomach fluttered at the sight of you.....didn't know why then but I knew it was important for some reason," Tess mused as she softly trailed her fingertips over Jo's nakedness under the sheet.
"And when dad told me that he and mom wanted to marry and make us all a family, the only thing I remember thinking was that I wanted that to happen; didn't know why but I did....." Tess voice said further, her voice trailing off to silence.
"I remember and I remember feeling the same way but, like you, I wasn't sure why, I just knew it to be so," Jo replied, her own fingertips sliding up and down her sister's naked back as Tess leaned over her in the bed.
"Genes are funny things, aren't they?" Tess remarked to her sister before lowering her lips to kiss Jo sweetly as she moved to slide her leg between Jo's legs, Jo slipping her arms around Tess' body in embrace as the two sibs began their dance of love, as they have done so many times since their 'first' time.
Jo was soon to realize her dream of her own restaurant and Tess would realize her own dream of earning her Doctorate, in time, and teaching at her father's University. There would be many lovers for them both over the ensuing years but there would never be, for either of them, any love but their own for the other.
And that, folks, cannot be a bad thing... |
Hotel Erotique | 51,314 | 4.58 | 449,282 | [
"gigolo",
"oral sex",
"anal sex",
"lesbian",
"prostitution",
"threesome ffm",
"dom/sub",
"two men one woman",
"bisexual female",
"hotel"
] | At the hotel bar she's just finishing her glass of wine, relaxing from the meetings of the day. It had been ten hours since she left her room this morning, and she can't wait to get back to it now. She's still dressed in her formal business attire-- skirt suit, dark nylons, medium heels, her long auburn hair done up in a nice wrap-- and she's looking forward to a nice hot bath and some entertaining company for the rest of the evening. Her first appointment isn't until 1pm tomorrow, and she isn't planning on getting to bed before midnight, for sleep anyway.
She orders two bottles of champagne to be sent up to her suite, then pays her bill, tipping the bartender with a fifty and wink, and saying, "Janice, this is to make sure they're nice and cold and bubbly. I don't suppose I can talk you into coming up and popping them for me?"
The bartender, a twenty-five year old grad student from the university in town, merely smiles, and says, "Ms. Madison, I'll do what I can for your bubbly, but you know they won't let me make house calls."
"You can call me Madi, and I'll speak to your superiors about freeing you from your confines in the future." She stayed at the hotel frequently enough that she cold probably arrange the favor, but she knew Janice wouldn't go along with it. Still, a girl can tease, can't she?
"Thank you for your kind intentions, Madi, and have an enjoyable evening."
On the way to the elevators she checked her watch-- 7:10. Hopefully her package has arrived and was waiting for her in her room. She got a car to herself, and undid her hair on the way up to the 42nd floor to the small suite of rooms she reserved each time she stayed. Nothing too grandiose-- an anteroom, bar and sitting room, bedroom, vanity, Jacuzzi bath, shower-- but everything she found quite necessary when traveling for a week at a time, and all done in leather, hardwood, and marble.
As she walks in she hears running bath water being shut off. As her heels click across the short marble entryway, a young girl of twenty-two emerges from the bedroom. She's 5'3" topped with straight black hair, cut in a pageboy with a barrette on either side, large 34d breasts over her thin waist and medium derriere. She's got a cute, intelligent face, and she's very attractive without being intimidatingly pretty. She's dressed in a white, short sleeved spandex top with nothing underneath, and a pair of light pink boy short; this evening's assigned uniform.
"Hello, Ms. Madison. Your bath is almost ready. I ordered dinner for later, and the champagne just arrived. Can I get you anything?"
Ms. Madison walked across the room to kiss her cheek, removing her blazer and tossed it onto a chair. "Hello, Paige. I need some water, then please pour us some champagne, after which you can help me out of these clothes." She had found Paige about a year ago through an escort service specializing in college students. Whenever she came to Boston, which was four or five times a year for as much as a week at a time, she booked as many of her free nights as Paige had available in her schedule. In return for a substantial payment, she would serve as butler, dressing maid, bather, courtesan, and evening companion. Ms. Madison provided instructions beforehand, so that upon her arrival in the evening the routine could be executed without any confusion. After several visits Paige knew her preferences, and had gotten the system down. Today's instructions read: Tight white top, pink shorts, barrettes, fully smoothed. Undress, full bath, redress. Champagne for three (will send up). Dinner in, 8:00pm. Additional guest around 9:00, please stay if possible.
Paige padded across the floor in bare feet to the bar to pour a tall thin glass of chilled Pellegrino and two flutes of Brut, then returned and handed the water to her mistress, placing the glasses on the table beside them. As Ms. Madison sipped the water, Paige carefully undid the buttons of her blouse, including the cuffs. As she untucked it from her skirt and opened it up, she put her hands around her waist and kissed the exposed skin above her camisole. Taking the glass and setting it down, she then removed the blouse, followed by the camisole, placing them in a neat pile on the table. Another kiss just above the breasts, then her hands slowly moved around to her back, unhooking her elegantly brocaded bra.
Ms. Madison (it was unclear whether this was her first name or last), was a very young looking woman of forty-four. She had a body that was full yet curvy, and one which radiated health and vitality. Standing 5'9", her hips were somewhat larger than Paige's and her breasts somewhat smaller at 34b, having proportions more suited for a woman her age rather than the sweater-girl physique of her attendant. She'd never been married, never had kids, and had always been sexually driven.
Paige placed the bra carefully on the pile, and placed her hands lovingly on Madison's breasts, gently massaging them, and rolling her nipples delicately in her fingers. The intent was to relax and invigorate, but not to arouse just yet. Ms. Madison opened her mouth slightly and extended her chin, asking for a kiss, which Paige obligingly gave. As the kiss lingered, the skirt was undone and dropped to the floor, where upon Paige grasped the waist of the pantyhose and brought them cautiously downward as she lowered herself to her knees. Ms. Madison lifted her right leg as her hose were removed, then her left, stepping out of her skirt as she did. Still on her knees, Paige rolled the hose into a ball, then folded the skirt, placing both items on the table.
Ms. Madison, standing in her panties, reached for the champagne and handed a glass down to her. "Have a good long drink, dear. Finish the glass." She did so in three big sips, then put the glass down beside her. Then she put her hands on Ms. Madison's hips and kissed her stomach, working her kisses down to her panty line, which fell away as the panties were removed and her neatly trimmed bush was revealed. Again, soft encouraging kisses were given, but nothing too arousing. Paige then stood, took her mistress by the hand and lead her, naked, to the bath.
The tub, filled and bubbly, was nearly free standing in the large bath area, with two feet of surround on each end and a foot on either side. Paige dimmed the lights and guided her up the step to let her settle in, before climbing up and sitting on the surround behind her with only her feet in the warm water, Ms. Madison's head resting in between against the padded lip. She began with a shoulder massage, gently rubbing the tension out of her body. She rubbed her temples, her neck, her arms, and ended up caressing her soft, soapy breasts, paying a bit more attention to her nipples this time, keeping them firm and excited. With the spray nozzle she wet her hair down, soaking her own panty clad lap and her shirt in the process, rendering them both erotically translucent. She washed her hair, taking her time to massage her scalp as she worked the soap through Ms. Madison's long hair draped over her thighs. After her final rise, Paige's attire was thoroughly wet.
"Oh, my dear," Ms. Madison said, completely content, "you are so wonderful at that. Now come around here and wash the rest of me."
She stood up and walked around to the side of the tub and stepped in. "Oh my, don't we look a pretty picture," Ms. Madison said gazing lustily at her buxom wet plaything.
"Thank you, Ms. Madison," she said smiling, as she sat down between Ms. Madison legs, facing her. "I'm glad you find me pleasing." With the sponge she proceeded to bathe her entire body, lifting each limb out of the water carefully as she went, taking the time to massage each as she proceeded from arms to hands, feet to legs. She finished with both hands underwater, caressing her uppermost inner thighs with her fingers as she massaged her lips with her thumbs.
"Ohhh, yesss...," she sighed. "Rub mama's pussy for her. Yes, just like that. So nice." Paige knew just how she liked it. She rubbed her lips and squeezed her thighs for several minutes before even approaching her clitoris, getting her considerably worked up by then amidst her continuous soft moans. Finally, while she massaged her clit with one hand, she eased two fingers of the other gently into her warm slit, pushing slowly at first, then increasing the pace to match the urging of her mistress's hips. She expertly brought her to the verge of orgasm and back down repeatedly over several minutes, something Ms. Madison had taught her to do. The result was that when she finally came, signaled by the persistent drive of her hips down onto her hands, the orgasm was tremendous, and could be stretched out for many, many more minutes. As the water sloshed about and the moans and gasps echoed in the marble room, Paige played her pussy like an instrument, coaxing whichever pleasure or intensity from it she wished, until at last Ms. Madison, said, "Enough, child, enough."
Sitting back, still caressing her legs, Paige waited for further instructions as her lover recovered. "Why don't you go get us some more champagne. Bring the bottle with you." She stood up and let the water drain off a little before patting herself down with a towel. Her wet clingy see-thru outfit looked incredible, especially the way her large breasts seemed to want to jump right out. As she walked out she offered an excellent view of her nice young ass, and coming back in her pretty, bald snatch was just as pleasant to see.
She filled the glasses and handed one to Ms. Madison, setting the bottle at the foot of the tub. She took a drink of her own and set the glass beside the bottle.
"Thank you, now come back into the water and let me have a look at you." Paige got back in and stood where she had been. "So lovely. Take off those silly wet shorts of yours for me." She rolled the soaked fabric over her hips and down to her ankles, stepping out of them and leaving them to float away. "Oh, how pretty! Come closer," Ms. Madison said, sipping from her glass. She placed a foot on either side of her thighs and stepped as close to her as the floor of the tub would allow, at which point Ms. Madison sat up, placing her hands on the backs of her courtesan's thighs, and brought her face to her crotch. Paige let out a gasp as her warm tongue immediately parted her lips and slipped inside. Ms. Madison licked her perfectly smooth pussy hungrily, pulling her forward to her face, then stopped as she felt her knees buckle.
"I think I need to give you a good cleaning myself, you dirty thing."
This was part of a code they'd developed. The use of various key words were Paige's signals as to what sort of mood her mistress was in, and what sort of sex they would have. Were she to be called "lovely" they would share a tender sort of lovemaking, whereas "naughty" would lead to spankings, and "playful" meant toys would be used. "Dirty" as one of Paige's favorites. It meant she was supposed to talk dirty to her while she was being sucked off, usually in some particularly adventurous manner. And best of all, it meant she could turn the tables a little on her mistress.
"Good, because my hot little cunt has been aching for a good suck all day. You need to give this little bitch what she deserves."
She was instructed to climb onto the edge of the tub. Ms. Madison sat back against the padding as Paige put a leg on either side of her head, her legs stretching back across the surround. She supported herself by using her hands behind her on the sides to keep herself pressed into Ms. Madison face, who assisted by holding her ass in her hands. Thus suspended, Ms. Madison began to devour her filthy young girlie treat.
"Oh, god yes," Paige began, "I finally get to fuck your pretty face. Oh, that's it, give me a good cleansing tongue-fuck, mama. Give you little girl a shiny new pretty pussy." She was aggressively grinding her hips onto her face, fucking her hard as her tongue shot up into her, her upper lip rubbing her clit. "Oh, fuck yes, mama. Face fuck my dirty girl cunt. Bite it, you fucker. Bite my fucking clit, goddammit! Ah-ouch!"
Paige got herself worked up pretty fast when she felt like it, and she definitely felt like it now. Her voice got higher and higher as her excitement grew, increasing in pitch until at times she got beyond her range, at which point it became nothing but high panting breathes. It made her seem so juvenile, and it was something Ms. Madison looked forward to every time. For the moment, though, she eased back to let her little girl recover, because she loved to hear her talk such filth.
"Oh, please, mama, don't you fucking stop." Paige bucked hard against her chin. "See what a dirty little fucker I am, huh? Keep tonguing me, bitch. Make my dirty fucking pussy come all over your precious pretty face! OW, fuck!!" She got a bite on the clit for that last one, letting her know she could go down that path if she wanted, but there would be a price for it.
"Oh, mommy, please don't bite me," she acquiesced, "pretty pussy's sorry she's so bad, but she can't help it. Oh, god. Oh GOD, that's so nice. Yessss, tickle my clit, mommy." Her tongue was massaging her entire pussy now as she lifted Paige's ass higher. The whole center of her sex was awash in pleasure, and she was nearly squeaking the words as her orgasm neared. "Oh, fuck! Fuck pretty pussy so good!"
Ms. Madison was feeling either particularly randy or particularly mean, because she backed her off again, which had exactly the desired effect. "Oh, godDAMMIT, you fucker! Lick my fucking cunt, bitch! Didn't I make my pussy pretty for you? Didn't I do everything you wanted? So smooth and fuckable on your pretty face." She was grinding hard again, forcing her head back roughly into the padding. Ms. Madison wished she had a free hand to fuck herself with at this point, because Paige was in exceptional form tonight, and she was completely turned on. Her arms were finally getting tired however, so she decided at last to go in for the kill, plunging her tongue deeply in.
"Oh, YES, that's it, just like that!" her voice shot up in range. Oh, yes, pleeeease. Gimme, gimme, gimme! Oh fuck, OH FUCK, I'm cu-" her voice disappeared upwards into tiny hard breaths as the orgasm tore through her. She forced her sex forward onto Ms. Madison's face and held it, her whole body rigid, then let it exploded into violent shocks of pleasure. It felt as if she would pass out, and she flexed her legs and arms to keep herself aloft, holding onto the position to savor the moment as long as it could possible last, before letting it recede.
When she was all done and fading from her pinnacle, Ms. Madison playfully released her, causing her to fall into the tub in her lap, sending water splashing everywhere and plunging Paige completely underwater. She came up gasping and laughing, and splashed Ms. Madison back in retribution, before lunging forward, wrapping her arms around her neck, and sharing a long warm passionate kiss. Even though theirs was a business realationship, at the heart of it there was a definite emotional bond between them.
"Did I make you happy, Ms. Madison?" she cooed innocently, kissing her face and neck. "Please tell me I've been a good dirty girl for you." She nestled herself between her legs, curling up against her chest in a warm embrace. Ms. Madison stroked her messy wet hair back into place. "You've been a perfect darling," she said, kissing her forehead.
There was a knock on the door, then it opened and room service was announced. "Please leave it on the table, honey." Ms. Madison called from the tub. "I'm a little indisposed, sorry. I'll give you a suitably compensatory tip on your check." They heard the sound of the tray being left on the table, then the door being shut once again.
"Ok, Paige, time to get dried and dress." Paige got up and out, removed her top, toweled off, then wrapped Ms. Madison in her towel when she stood up. After stepping down from the tub, she patted her dry all over, taking care to do a thorough job of it. As her hair was being dried, Ms. Madison absent-mindedly played with Paige's ample breasts. "God, I love these wonderful globes of yours." She bent over and drew a nipple softly into her mouth, running her tongue over it within. Paige held still, enjoying the attention until she was done, then hung the towel up and brought over some body powder, which she delicately applied, then brushed out her long auburn hair and rolled it up into a simple bun. She quickly brushed her own, replaced the barrettes, and went to look at the selection of clothing that had been laying on the vanity since this morning: a deep burgundy pencil skirt, garter and stockings that were almost an exact match, and a sheer crème short-sleeved blouse with a high ruffled collar, with accompanying camisole. Beside it was some lingerie for her: a simple black silk chemise and a matching thong.
"Dress yourself first, dear," Ms. Madison said as she walked over to the armchair in the corner and took a seat. Paige slipped on the thong, then tossed the chemise over her head and let it drape down. She brought the stockings over to where she sat, got to her knees, and rolled them sensuously up each leg, placing a kiss on the inner thigh at the height of each one. "Stand up please," she said going over for the garter. She got to her knees again and reached the garter around her hips, fastening it in back, then adjusted the clasps and hooked the stockings. When she was finished she leaned in and placed a kiss at the base of her still exposed bush. She got up again, returning with both camisole and blouse. Pulling the camisole over her head, she smoothed it out and placed a kiss between her dainty cleavage. Then slipped on her blouse, buttoned it up all the way, and placed a kiss at the top of her neck, just below her ear. She retrieved the skirt, and leaned over, opening it to let her step in. She slowly pulled it up her legs and over her hips, carefully smoothing the camisole as she tucked it in, then zipped up the side, and kissed her cheek. She took a half step back with her hands clasped behind her to observe her handiwork, then leaned in and kissed her lovingly on the lips, holding herself suspended there for nearly a minute as their tongues entwined.
When they finally parted Paige said demurely and genuinely, "Thank you, Ms. Madison, for letting me dress you so nicely."
Ms. Madison smiled and said, "Let's have some dinner. You'll be staying afterwards, I hope?"
"Yes, of course."
They had some more champagne with dinner, emptying the first bottle and opening the second. They didn't say too much as they ate, as their relationship was kept at an agreed upon professional distance for personal and emotional safety. Just as they were finishing and Paige was stacking things back on the tray, there was a knock on the door.
"Our guest has arrived. Will you please show him in."
Paige went to the door not giving a second thought to her attire and opened it to find a handsome young man, a little older than her, maybe twenty-five, in a linen blazer, cotton shirt, jeans and beach sandals. This was a model quality individual, in shape but not overly muscled, clean cut brown hair and a close shave, and a smile that made her melt. He looked her up and down with a somewhat surprised look on his face, then entered as she stood away from the door. No words were exchanged; each understood their role.
"Come in, young man, and let me take a look at you," Ms. Madison beckoned, now seated on the long leather couch in the sitting room, legs crossed.
"Oh, honestly," she balked, "Jeans?? Young man, have you no sense of decorum? You leave me no choice but to ask you to remove this ensemble completely. Please hand them to my girl as you do." Paige stepped to his side on cue, but he hesitated.
"Young man. Now." Ms. Madison chided, looking him in the eye. "If I ask you to do something I expect it to be done. Is that clear?"
"Ye-" he began, but was interrupted.
"I did not ask you to speak," still holding his gaze.
He gave a slight understanding smile and bowed his head once, kicked off his sandals, then removed his blazer, shirt, and jeans, handing each one in order to Paige, who draped them over her arm and took them to the table when he had finished.
"You have exactly five minutes to shower and return, and don't you dare waste anything in there. We'll want everything you've got tonight." Turning to Paige she said, "Show him the way, and make sure he's timely. Go." Paige extended her arm indicating the way and followed him through to the glass shower without saying a word. As she walked she couldn't help but admire this man's perfect form, and felt herself creaming a bit in her new panties. She stood outside the view of the shower in the vanity area until the water turned off, then came in and presented a towel, nodding slightly to indicate he was still on time. Then she returned to the main room.
"Pour us all some champagne, dear." She poured three glasses and handed one to Ms. Madison, then the other to the young man as he entered the room. She couldn't help but glance at his penis as she did. He had obviously given himself an erection in the shower, and although it was probably only half way at this point, it was still enormous, almost shockingly so.
He came into the room, graciously accepted the glass from the Paige, to whom he gave a surreptitious wink and stood again before Ms. Madison, raising his glass slightly in thanks. "Drinks as you wish," she said. Now it was her turn to look him over, and her eyes widened a bit at the sight of him. "Oh my, young man, that is spectacular. You've come highly recommended, and I see you'll not disappoint. Bring that thing over here. Young lady, come have a seat next to me."
Paige sat down next to her as the young man approached the sofa. Ms. Madison leaned forward and gently wrapped her hands around his smooth cock and balls. Closer to fully erect now, he was easily eight inches long already, and a thick as any cock either of them had ever seen. Ms. Madison immediately placed her lips around the head, opening her mouth wide, then wider still as she literally pushed him in with her hand. As she stroked him, sucking only on the head, he grew to full hardness, and became the most magnificent mouthful she'd ever felt. She massaged his balls with one hand and pumped his shaft with the other while she drew his succulent precum out with her tongue. Then she released him and licked up and down his full length, deliberately leaving trails of saliva to get him nice and slick, then she popped him back in her mouth, this time opening her throat to take in as much of him as she could, simultaneously letting her wet hand glide easily up and down it's length. She was an expert at sucking cock, and he equally adept at servicing women with it, but it was hard to say who was more aroused at this point; she by the sheer splendor of it, and he by the way she was able to stiffen him so fully and quickly.
After only a minute more of sucking, she released him again, this time letting go as well and hiking up her tight skirt all way to her waist. "Forget the foreplay, boy, get that thing in me pronto." She lifted her legs, bringing her lips upward to greet him as he dropped to his knees and placed the tip at her opening, where a small glisten had emerged from the base of her hole. He was in the process of massaging her lips open with the head when she took it from him and pushed it right in. "I told you once, when I want it done, do it!" she said greedily, gasping as his huge cock abruptly forced her open and plunged to her deepest depths.
"Oh, my sweet fucking Jesus Christ, this thing is incredible! Goddammit, young man, fuck me right now like your best horny bitch. Oh!" Her voice became shouts of sweet agony as he took her for her word and immediately began slamming her back into the couch, holding her legs up to get maximum penetration.
"Oh, god, oh god," she wailed intermittently over the course of the next few minutes. "That's it, fuck your nice hungry hole with that big dick. OW! God, so fucking deep! Do it, get it in there! You better give me that good hot cum understood. Give mama that precious goo, right up in my tight cunt. Give to me." Not sure whether to shoot it or wait and prolong her misery, he opted to restrain himself without showing it, lest he get in trouble again for disobeying her.
Beside them, Paige's hand had found it's way up under her thong, and ways slowly working her clit at the sight of the savage fucking for which her mistress was begging. She was mesmerized watching the full enormity of it disappear into her again and again, as she held on for dear life, pleading with him to make it worse. She caught a brief glimpse of the look of bleary bliss in her eyes as her head rolled to the side.
"Sweetie," she managed, almost as if just remembering she was sitting there, "be a good girl and massage this man's balls for me. He's playing games with me by holding back, and I simply won't tolerate it. Ah, oh God!" He fucked her harder for having found him out, then felt the soft grip of her pretty attendant's hand caress his tight nuts as she reached around from behind him. It did the trick and it wasn't long before he got even bigger and harder still with his impending load ready to flood this woman's genitalia.
"Oh! Good girl, Fuck, oh GOD!" she yelled before losing the ability to articulate. He cock was now impossible huge and hard, and the unspeakable pleasure of it was coupled with the aching pain like being punched in the gut with each new impalement. Then she felt his hot liquid rush into her. She felt it simultaneously all the way in at her cervix, and fully down the length of her vagina as it was forced back out instantly, his massive cock taking up every bit of space within her. Her orgasm was blinding, and she just held on as best she could as this muscular fuck machine pumped her ruthlessly until drained of cum.
Coming back to her senses she breathlessly commanded, "Young man, take that thing out of me now and put it in my little girl's mouth." Paige, who had been leaning over while seated on the couch, simply lowered her head to take in a much of his cum soaked cock as she could once he'd pulled it out. Ms. Madison rubbed her hand over her worn, cum covered pussy, smearing the mixture of juices around her aching lips, and reaching further below to finger her ass while she watched her pretty plaything struggle with his girth.
"Relax your jaw, dear, just accept that it's too big and work with it, don't fight it. That's it, let it glide in over your tongue. Stroke him gently with a wet hand to keep him stimulated. Good girl, practice taking him deeper each time." Paige stopped to get a full breath of air with a loud gasp as spit and cum poured form her open mouth and down over her hand. She gathered it up, wiping her chin and reapplied the slick mess to his hardening dick.
Ms. Madison now had two fingers in her ass, lubing herself up for her next indulgence, waiting for her fluff girl to do her job. She gave him a few more minutes of recovery before taking over once again.
"Alright sweetie, that's enough. Help me get out of these clothes for a minute." She unzipped her skirt and raised her hips while undoing her blouse, as Paige pulled it off over her stockings. Fumbling out of her shirt she turned over, kneeling on the edge of the couch with her hands on the backrest.
"Ok, young Mr. Cock, time to put that up mama's ass. Sweetie, come spit on me and help him get it in there." He stood up and began to rub his dick on her backside, sliding it up and down between her cheeks. Paige leaned over and dribble a healthy amount of cum and saliva mixture from her lips, and rubbed it around and into her anus, getting both fingers easily in.
"Oh, yesss, such a good girl. Now grab his dick and slip it in me." She held his shaft in one hand and pulled one cheek aside while he pulled the other, and together they pressed his enormous head into her waiting hole.
"Ooowww, FUCK!" she screamed, "Hold it still right there dammit! Oh god, start feeling nice, start feeling nice, please. Ssssshit!" He held it still, impressed that she'd even taken him in this far, and let her set the pace on her own. It sounded like she was almost crying as she rocked her hips slowly, taking short, quick breaths as she yearned for the discomfort to cease. Slowly the pain turned to ache, and the ache to a warm glow, then her anus finally began to tingle with the pleasure of it. She began to ease her ass over him, letting it glide in ever so slightly further with each backward press, drawing her arousal from his outward glide. Soon he was freely moving against the tight ring of her anus and into the warm soft pocket of her ass.
Adjusting now, but still breathing short, she turned to Paige and said, "Sweetie, lose your panties, climb up here, and sit in front of me on the back of this couch. Give mama something tasty to distract her." She climbed up as instructed, placing her pussy right at head level for her to suck. "Oh, that's a good pretty pussy. Let me have that. She balanced herself with her hands on Paige's thighs as the young man began to fuck her in the ass at his own discretion. Paige knew she was being used to muffle the inevitable shouts, but they sent wonderful vibrations through her whole cunt each time she did. It wouldn't get her off, but it was a great way to experience her ass fucking. Plus now she was sitting face to face with this gorgeous man and his terrific dick, and even though the scene was quite extreme, she still felt like a bashful schoolgirl flirting with him. She smiled as her pussy purred, and he smiled back as he filled her mistress's ass with cock.
Ms. Madison felt his cock stiffened, and assumed it was from watching his counterpart's pussy getting licked. But when she glanced up and caught her smiling at him, she knew in an instant what was going on. "Sweetie, I think he likes you. His dick got hard when you smiled at him like that." Paige actually blushed. "Oooh, there it goes again. Keep smiling, child. Keep that dick nice and hard in mama's ass for me. Maybe when he's through loading me up with cum you can fuck him, too." He stiffened again. "Ohh, little one, he's looking forward to it.
Watching the cute girl in front of him who he knew he was going to fuck next get her cunt licked by the woman he was ass-fucking made the semen well up in his tightening balls all over again. With Ms. Madison's mouth back over Paige's pussy, he began fucking her harder now, forcing more muffled grunts from her as he rocked into her with a good strong rhythm, bringing her and himself closer to orgasm. Paige kept smiling at him, excited by the fact that he maintained eye contact throughout now, occasionally staring at her spread legs. Whenever he did she opened them wider, and his stiffening cock made Ms. Madison reward her with a good suck on her clit. It was an amazing circle of cause and effect, and it brought them all to orgasm at the same time.
Ms. Madison's started first. Feeling his impending load build made her asshole hungry for his cream and the deep anal orgasm began to fill her throughout. This made her clamp down on Paige's pussy, igniting her clit into the first of its spasms, and the pretty sight of her head falling back as she held the woman's head up to her cunt and started cumming made the young man lose his load. When his hot jet shot up into her ass the next wave of escalation began again, and the triple orgasm multiplied as their shouts and moans filled the room. Holding her ass fully up against the base of his spurting cock, he gave her the last of his cum before slowly easing himself out. Her ass gaped for a moment, shiny with cum, before closing gently.
As he stood there, Ms. Madison, her pussy and ass dripping with come, instructed Paige to get some warm, wet towels to clean them up. She hopped down and stumbled to bathroom and returned a moment later with a handful of steaming towels to distribute.
"Pour us some more champagne, as well, dear. Then, if you can suck this boy toy back to life again, I'll let you fuck him. How does that sound?" Even though Paige's kitty was tired, she got herself wet thinking about that big cock in her at last.
"I think that sounds fantastic, Ms. Madison, thank you so much. I know I can get him back in shape," she said, giving him another wink as she filled his glass.
They all collapsed on the sofa, Ms. Madison in the middle, sipping from their glasses, too tired and unconcerned to talk. After another round of pours in which they drained the second bottle, Paige put it down, downed what had left and stood before the two of them, seductively dancing in her black chemise, running her hands up and down her curvaceous body. She dropped one strap over her shoulder, then the other, and pulled the fabric down over her beautiful breasts, letting it rest on her waist as she arched her back to emphasize her curves and keep it from falling. With her hands she began to play with her tits, rolling the nipples in her fingers, and lifting them up to her mouth for a flick of her tongue. She was looking at both of them, but focusing her energy on the young man, looking for signs of revitalization in his freshly cleaned dick.
"Give him the works, dearie," Ms. Madison said approvingly, taking great enjoyment from watching the show now that she'd been fully satisfied with her multiple fuckings.
Paige approached the young man and ran her hands up his strong thighs, then back down, using them for support as she lowered herself before him. She leaned in to place a kiss on one knee, then the other, and alternated her way up his inner thighs as he opened himself for her. With one hand she grabbed his half flaccid dick, squeezing and tugging gently on it while she pressed her face in to lick the soft underside of his balls. His dick was tired and his balls felt spent, but the ministrations of this cute little thing made everything feel good all over again.
She sucked his balls sweetly, looking up at him and smiling with her eyes, his big soft meat in her tiny grasp. She released them with a 'pop' and ran her tongue up the full length of his slowly hardening shaft, tickling the underside of the tip before licking back downwards. She continued doing this as before, leaving her trail of saliva and working it in with her hand, and before long she had the head deep in her mouth, and her little hand gripping his fully erect penis.
Ms. Madison congratulated her on her success, and stood up, issuing new instructions.
"Follow me, both of you," she said, walking towards the bedroom door. They got up and followed, Paige holding onto his dick with an innocence like she were holding his hand. Pulling back the bed covers Ms. Madison lay down in the middle of the bed with her head resting just at the foot of it.
"Come here child, and lay on top of me like we're going to sixty nine. She hopped up onto the bed, with her knees next to Ms. Madison's sides, her feet under her shoulders, supporting herself by resting her hands on her mistress's thighs, beginning to understand what she had in mind. She looked over her shoulder and shook her ass at the young man.
From beneath the girl Ms. Madison said, "Now, come her boy, and let me suck on you for a minute before you give it to our little playmate here. He walked over and placed his dick on her face. She tilted her head all the way back and opened her mouth, and he slid his dick in her upside down face, bending his knees a little as he fucked her mouth, forcing her to gag. He rested his hands on Paige's hips, staring at the tiny smooth snatch he was finally about to enter. Unable to wait any longer, her pulled his dick from her mistress's mouth as she gasped for air, and positioned the head right at her opening, taking care to ease her open, unlike the entry he was forced to make earlier.
Paige let out a little sigh at the pressure of it, equally eager for him to enter. But as he moved inwards, the full width of it became apparent, and here little pussy was being uncomfortably stretched before he'd even gotten the head in.
"Ooooh, shit, shit, shit, oh my god!" she said giggling, her voice already rising to the upper registers with the excitement and trepidation. "Easy please, oh, yeah, like that. Slowly. Goddam, it's so fucking HUGE, aaa-AAAH!" He was in to his full width, now it was just a matter of getting in as deeply as he could. Slowly he began rocking his hips.
Beneath them both, Ms. Madison had a perfect view to watch her girl's adventure. She was licking both her clitoris and his shaft as he entered her, and his balls were beginning to brush her forehead as he drove deeper. She knew her tongue on Paige's clit would make her pussy much more willing to take the abuse, and she loved the idea of having this glorious cock slamming into her less than an inch form her own face.
At about three quarters in he felt the back of her pussy, and she made him wait. "Oh jesus, fuck, you're all the way in already, Oh my god it feels so fucking good. How much is left??" she asked, looking over her shoulder to see that a good portion of it remained. 'Holy shit, it won't fit, you fucker." The pleasure was beyond anything she'd felt before, and she'd felt a lot of cock up in her tiny slit. But even though he was pushing her to the threshold of pain, it somehow still felt better being there.
"Ok, baby, go ahead, work it in to me slowly. Oh FUCK, that's so good. MMMMmmmmmmm, yes, yes yes." Here voice went right to the ceiling as he drove it all the way in and she just curled up and took it. She was squeaking like an eight year old now that he had gotten beyond her deepest depths and could still fuck her at will. Her cries were intoxicating and amazingly kinky, like he was fucking the little girl trapped inside this twenty-two year old hottie.
Meanwhile Ms. Madison was doing her fair share of torturing by continuously sucking her clit while enjoying his balls bouncing off her face. She could feel Paige's head drop occasionally into her naked lap as she buried her face and screamed. Her little sex-pot was getting the fuck of a lifetime, and she had front row seats for it. She felt her having several small orgasms as they went along, each of which made her less and less coherent, and more and more susceptible to additional ones.
Luckily for Paige the young man found the whole thing terribly stimulating. Were it not for that, with all the action his cock had already seen he probably could have fucked her indefinitely. But after about ten minutes, which for Paige felt like forty, he began to feel the semen build again. Now, knowing it was his final shot of the night, he began to hammer her relentlessly, getting off on the near abuse he was giving her. She had long ago lost all means of communicating anything, and had been reduced to a shrieking and whimpering mess. Now, as he prepared for his ultimate push, the new level of intensity seemed to have reawakened her. She raised her head up, and was trying to speak, but all that came out were guttural noises from her throat, which with the rapid tempo of hips became a long continuous ever-modulating moan with the occasional bird like chirp thrown in. He was massacring this little girl with his cock, and it felt amazing.
At last he let if go and blasted his third load into her ceaselessly quivering cunt. The shock of it was so great that she actually fell silent even though her mouth was open and her throat was trying to cry out. Even her breathing stopped at this point, as the intensity of the pleasure made her momentarily lose consciousness. Ms. Madison felt her head fall into her lap and her body go weak when she did, and removed herself from her pussy, instructing the young man to hold still for a minute to allow her to recover. She came around in a few seconds, but was still far from coherent.
The young man slowly pumped the last of his semen into her, and eased himself out, again, leaving a temporarily gaping hole. He stumbled backwards onto a waiting chair, and watched as Ms. Madison gently rolled Paige over onto the bed, still murmuring with eyes shut.
"Go wash up and get dressed, please. There's an envelope on the dresser there with your name on it," she said matter-of-factly. As he got up and slowly exited the room she added, "That was world class fuck, young man, with a cock for the ages. We may be seeing you again." He smiled, nodded, and left.
She turned herself around and curled up next to Paige, who was somewhat more alert now, but still unable to move. She pulled the sheets up over the two of them and held her for several more minutes, kissing her softly about the face and neck. Eventually Paige turned and faced Ms. Madison, just looking at her with her big brown eyes. It made the woman's heart swell. Kissing her on the nose she said, "You're a good girl, Paige. A very good girl, and mama loves you." |
Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 06 | 226,442 | 4.75 | 594,684 | [
"submissive",
"fisting",
"cheerleader",
"stockings",
"lesbian",
"18-year-old",
"lesbian romance",
"romance",
"lesbian"
] | **Summary:** Cheerleader Jenny goes on her first lesbian date.
*A summary of the first five parts* *(although if you haven't read them, I highly suggest you do...especially Part 3 for this one)*
**Part 1:** Eighteen-year-old Jenny is a shy, curious babysitter who is pulled into the lesbian lifestyle by her pretty, seductive neighbor and employer, Megan.
**Part 2:** Jenny is taken out for a makeover where she meets her high school crush (cheerleader Karen) and ends up at a lesbian club (Le Château Club) where she accepts unconditionally that she's a submissive lesbian.
**Part 3:** Jenny, now also a sub to cheerleading captain Karen, ends up becoming popular at school, sets new fashions, starts seducing a female teacher and serves as the pet for a group of cheerleaders at a retreat where she becomes attracted to cheerleader Ashley.
**Part 4:** Jenny completes her seduction of her pretty teacher.
**Part 5:** Returning home, Jenny walks in on her Mom *in flagrante having* submitted to Karen. Shocked, Jenny hears how her mother became a sub just like her.
**Note 1:** As always, a great thanks to Estragon for his copy-editing of my work. His countless hours editing my and other writers' work is critical to the quality of the work available on this website. Another thanks to LaRascasse for his thoughtful suggestions. A new edit in May 2018 was made to update the story.
**Note 2:** A special thanks for the patience of my readers as this series has been a labour of love for me. And although I spend a lot of time on all my stories, this series is one that's particularly close to my heart and thus I don't release a chapter until I'm completely satisfied with it. Thus the story you are about to read is draft seven and substantially different from draft one. So I'm again sorry for the lengthy delays between chapters and I hope you enjoy.
**BEDDING THE BABYSITTER CH 6**
Hi, this is Jenny. Once Karen and I reached my bedroom, I tried to erase the shocking scene I had just witnessed from my mind. I simply couldn't believe my Mother had sexually submitted to one of my friends, even though Karen had... not just warned me but *bragged* to me... over and over again she was going to do it.
Karen, pretty much naked, was still bragging, "I *told* you I could get her to submit."
"So you did," I gave her, unsure how I was possibly going to deal with talking to my Mom (or even *facing* my Mom) now that each of our naughty secrets had been exploded in each others' faces in such embarrassing ways. I was mortified by how abruptly my Mother had been informed of my sexual identity and my emotions were numb from hearing her own story of submitting to Karen. And now I hadn't had any time to process all this information before I had to get ready for my first date ever! I pictured myself arriving for my date with this wonderful girl I had such high hopes for a delightful relationship with and greeting her hollowly with, "I need to tell you what just happened to my Mom," as I looked like death warmed over. I'd need to pull it together and do far better than that!
"She was even easier than I thought she'd be," Karen gloated with a smile.
Trying to change the subject, not wanting to talk about my Mother's sex life especially the humiliation part, I reminded her, "I finished my seduction of Miss Morgan."
"I can't fucking believe it," Karen responded, happy for me, happy I'd done what she'd ordered and clearly surprised by my success even though all last week she'd been the voice of rah rah encouragement. "Do tell."
I retold the whole afternoon-long saga from the initial rejection ordeal, to the hands of fate bringing us back together, to the inevitable climax (actually several wonderful climaxes for each of us) when I went back to her place.
"Wow," Karen said, impressed, "now you're both the hunter *and* the prey!"
I shrugged.
"The question is, which of those roles will you be playing tonight?" Karen questioned.
I reflected on the question. It was a good one. In every other sexual encounter it had been crystal clear I was the submissive, other than my seduction of Miss Morgan, I suppose. But with Ashley it was different. "I don't know."
Karen's phone rang and it was her Mom. "I'm at Jenny's. What? I was? Fine, I'm on my way." Karen hung up. "I was supposed to babysit my little brother, like ten minutes ago. I have to go. I guess I'd better go and untie your Mom."
"Good call," I agreed with her understatement, shaking my head at the absurdity of my brand-new universe.
She left and I, in a tizzy over what to wear, how to act, and scared even to look at my Mom, decided to go to Megan, the capable Mistress (but also trusted mentor) who had started it all, and ask her for advice.
I knocked on her door and was so thankful when she answered. Her genuine smile told me she was happy to see me too, just not desperate. "Well hi, Jenny. Max is going to freak out!"
A second later that prediction came true as Megan's two-year-old son Max attacked my legs screaming, "Wenny!" It took fifteen minutes of playing before he calmed down a bit and I promised, "I'll come back and play if I can, but I need to talk to your Mommy, ok?"
"Ok, Wenny," he agreed, watching some kid TV show I no longer was cool enough to recognize.
"Kay, Wenny," he agreed, plopping down to watch some kid TV show I was no longer cool enough to recognize.
Megan had poured iced tea for us and thanked me, "Thanks for doing that for Max, you're so good with him! But it looks like now I need to try to do some good for you: what's bothering you, dear?"
"How do you know something is bothering me?" I asked.
"Am I wrong?" she asked, her hand falling to my knee.
I sighed, "No, my dear perceptive Mistress, you're not wrong at all." I unloaded all the sordid details of my recent life, the good and the bad and the preposterous and my fear of how to deal with my Mom after what I'd witnessed and what she'd learned about me and... and... my wonderful but terrifying upcoming date.
Megan listened without interruption before responding. "Well, that's a lot for *any* eighteen-year-old to deal with. But my strongest concern is about Amy."
"My Mom? Why?" I asked.
"Well, sure your Mom just had it confirmed you're a lesbian, but foremost in her own mind must be that she was just now totally humiliated in front of her only daughter, who said nothing supportive to her at the time except you didn't want to be her Mistress. I'm sure that came as good news to her, but in her fragile state could also be seen as a rejection. Then you walked out of the room without a word or even a glance... yes? Right. So to her that was even worse, and then once Karen finally untied her she would have found you'd left the house without even talking to her. I can easily understand why you felt compelled to do that, but to her it could only have looked like further rejection: you must have left because you were disgusted with her! I can only imagine how emotionally unstrung and abandoned she must feel right now," Megan pointed out.
"Darn, you're right! I am such a bad daughter!" I sighed, tears beginning to form.
"No, what you are is an amazing young lady who is finally coming to grips with who she is sexually. But you're lucky enough that you found out what you are when you were eighteen; Amy is just learning right now. You followed your natural instincts when crisis or upheaval comes unexpectedly... fight or flight, and you chose flight."
"But I really need to go to her," I acknowledged. "She needs me."
"Yes you do and yes she does. But a word: first and foremost, remember she'll be very fragile right now. Although she's the adult, right now it needs to be your turn to be there for her. If she wants to talk about what she did, just let her do that and love her. Talk to her. Listen to her. If she wants to talk about you, then open up to her, tell her as much as she wants to know and trust her. Let her feel less like an unforgiveable slut and more like a nurturing mother by helping you with your life and your date, " Megan instructed me, her maternal side flowing out of her... showing no sign of the sexy seductress she also was.
"Ok," I agreed, standing up, although still scared of the conversation I was about to face.
"Jenny, I am always here for you. I am your friend first and your Mistress second, although I wouldn't mind seeing you again soon for the latter," she smiled, implying she was already missing the intimacy we had shared only last Tuesday.
"I would like that, Mistress," I agreed and Megan wrapped her arms around me for a warm embrace of security.
"Thanks, I can do this...I hope," I said, when our long embrace ended.
"You're welcome, Jenny, and yes you *can* do this. I will always be here for you."
I left and returned next door to my house and my Mom. I paused at my front door, still with no idea of what to say. Taking a deep breath nevertheless, I opened the door to face a conversation I never in a million years thought I would have.
Mom was vacuuming, which shouldn't have been a surprise. When she is stressed, she cleans, even if the house is already spotless, which it already was since yesterday was her usual cleaning day. I don't think she even heard me come in until I said timidly, "Hi, Mom."
She turned around and the terror in her eyes broke my heart. I had recently been petrified to tell my Mom about my recently discovered true sexual identity, and now it was my Mom who had to woman up to a similar daunting conversation with me. Her first words were, not surprisingly, a tearful apology. "Jenny, I am so, so, sorry you had to witness what you did!"
I replied, rushing towards her, "I'm sorry too, Mom! I'm the one who unleashed Karen on you. This is all my fault!" Not surprisingly, there were tears flooding down my face, too.
"Oh honey, you aren't the one to blame for my weakness and my loneliness," she replied, tears already beginning to drip off the bottom of her face.
Smiling through my tears and only able to see her as a blur, I officially came out to my Mother. "Well Mom, in case you had any lingering doubts. I like girls too."
"*Only* girls?" Mom asked, clearly digging deeper without obviously digging deeper.
"Yes, *only* girls. I've accepted that I'm a lesbian, have been one for over a week now, but I was too scared to tell you," I admitted.
"Why? Not the lesbian part, of *course* that's okay with me, but the scared part."
"I just thought you were already a single Mother having to raise a problem child on your own, so the *last* thing you needed was to learn your innocent daughter was a lesbian."
"Honey, I love *everything* about you. You know that, right?" Mom asked, her tone both heartfelt and concerned.
"Oh Mom, I know you do! I know you love me and it was a silly insecurity, but I only learned who I am very recently, and all I *really* know so far is that I don't know anything at all," I explained.
"I understand, dear," she said, before adding with a sad smile, attempting to lighten the heavy mood, "I too have only recently learned something basic about myself and I don't know anything either."
"Touché," I quipped back, before adding, "It's ok, Mom. If you need your daughter's permission to do anything at all, I'll make official. You are hereby allowed to have sex with men or women or anyone you want." I waved my right arm around vaguely in some sort of blessing.
"With my daughter's friend?" Mom asked, mortified by her recent actions.
"Well, that's not the most orthodox choice, but you really had no choice. Karen is utterly irresistible, and you can take that from me," I comforted her with the truth.
"And to be treated like a, like a, like a...." Mom couldn't even finish the sentence.
"It's ok, Mom. I'm a sub, too. If anyone can understand your doing that, I can."
"But I'm your *Mother!"* she exclaimed, still trying to cover herself with guilt for her unmotherly actions.
"I know. But I'm an adult," I pointed out.
"I do my best to forget that." Mom smiled. "It's tough seeing you grow up and not need me anymore."
"Oh Mom," I said, giving her a close hug, "I'll always need you."
After a silence, Mom asked, "Well, now what?"
"Well, first of all, no more secrets for either of us," I suggested. "Please?"
"Agreed," Mom concurred.
"Can I suggest something?"
"Sure, honey."
"You should go talk to Megan," I suggested.
"Ms. Cameron?"
"Yes, my first Mistress, my real Mistress," I said and took a while to tell Mom everything that had transpired the past week and a half.
Once I had finished, Mom was silent before she finally said, "I don't even know what to say, sweetheart."
"You don't have to say anything, Mom, you just have to support me. I just need to know you're on my side."
"Of course, honey," she softly replied, "it's just this has been a lot to digest in one day. Both my own predicament as well as learning my daughter is gay."
"I know, Mom," I replied. Looking at the clock, I freaked out. "Shoot, I'm supposed to meet Ashley in twenty minutes and I haven't even started getting ready!"
"Well, what can I do?"
"Drive me?" I asked.
"Of course, honey," she chuckled.
"Huh? What could be ha ha funny about any of this?"
"When the day started if someone would have told me I'd be driving my daughter on a date tonight that would have surprised me. That it was a date with another girl would have surprised me even more. Yet, after all that has happened today...why the heck not? How can *anything* be a problem now? Except... sweetheart, do you really forgive me? You don't hate me? You looked so cold..."
"I'm *so* sorry for that, Mom, you're right, I must have. I was just so shocked to see you like that and hear your story, and especially so ashamed for my part for doing that to you I just didn't know what to say! I didn't want to get blamed for it but I knew I deserved to! But I never stopped loving you, even if I couldn't show it, and I *do* love you, Mom! The question is, can *you* ever forgive *me?*"
By now both of us were in tears again and back in each other's arms. After a little while she pushed me away, but only far enough to look into my face with a tender smile. "Yes, my darling girl, I do forgive you for whatever unintentional part you played in all this. I hope by now you know I'm always here for you?"
I nodded and she continued, "Well now I know you're always here for me too! After all this, what could ever drive us apart?"
I nodded in agreement and smiled, "You're right, mother, nothing ever can."
But needing to dash, I eyebrowed her a question, she gave me a nod of permission and I gave her another quick hug and kiss on the cheek before I hurried up to my room and rifled through my closet, all my attention suddenly on my... what to call it... evening? Date?
I tried to find something to wear that didn't suck. What to wear on my date? If it even was a date. *Was* it a date? Or was it just two friends going to a movie?
Time being my enemy, I didn't have time right now to analyze what it was or wasn't and focused on what to wear. I decided to stick to the more provocative style I'd been wearing since my transformation. A short tight plaid skirt that hugged my ass, dark beige thigh high stockings and a white blouse. My hair wasn't perfect, but a quick brush and it would have to do.
I quickly texted Megan:
**Mistress Megan,**
**I talked to Mom. I think we are cool if that is possible after today. Could you please check on her. She knows about you and me.**
**Pet Jenny**
Megan texted back while I was in the car with my Mom:
**Pet Jenny,**
**Oh my... she knows. How is she taking it?**
**Meg**
I typed back:
**Mistress Megan,**
**Fine...I think. I just think she needs an adult to talk to. An adult who understands all this stuff.**
**Pet Jenny**
She responded:
**Will do, sexy.**
**Meg**
We drove in silence to the theatre while I texted. Once I put my phone away, Mom asked, "Who were you texting?"
"Mistress Megan," I admitted.
"*Mistress*," she repeated, still attempting to come to grips with what she had done, "I can't *believe* how many times I've heard or said that word today."
"Tell me about it!" I joked, before warning her, "I asked Mistress to check on you."
"You did?" she asked, instantly going red.
"Yes, she can help you sort out all your feelings like she did for me," I explained.
"But she's the one who seduced you," Mom pointed out. "She started all this."
"What she did was open the door to who I am," I corrected. After a brief pause I added, "Plus, although she is a Mistress and my Mistress, she is first and foremost a wise and compassionate woman. Promise me you will talk to her if she comes over or invites you over. Believe me, you'll thank me for it."
"Ok," she agreed reluctantly.
At the theatre, Mom smiled. "Call me if you need me to pick you up."
"Will do," I smiled and gave her a quick hug, like I'd always done. "I love you, Mom."
"Love you, too."
I watched her pull away and as my attention went from my Mom to seeing Ashley in a minute my anxiety grew. Considering all I had done the past little while, plus the fact that Ashley and I had already had sex, albeit under strange circumstances, I was incredibly nervous. I entered the theatre and saw she was already there. She too had on a short plaid skirt, hers with black stockings and a pink blouse. She looked so adorable, so sweet and yet so sexy. I could never get over how tall she was even though that was one of the things I liked about her. I felt a chill go up my spine just looking up at her. I could tell though, that just like me she was nervous.
I walked over to her and she handed me a ticket. "I got here early to make sure we got tickets," she said, handing it to me.
"Good call," I replied, before adding wittily, "great minds think alike."
"What? How?" she asked, confused.
"We could be fashion twins," I joked.
"I wanted to try to pull off what you've been doing lately," her words and even her tone flattering.
"Well, that you did," I confirmed, "you look adorable."
"As do you," she returned the compliment.
"Then it's settled. We both look adorable. You're a fashion horse and I'm a fashion pony."
"Agreed," she laughed, her smile so radiant. "We're two hotties."
"Damn right," I laughed. "Now let's go get some snacks."
I realized that conversation had been trivial, even trite start to finish, but it had broken the ice: neither one of us was nervous any more.
We waited in line and talked about cheerleading and the upcoming State competition in three weeks. Ashley flattered me, "I can't believe how quickly you learned all our routines."
"Well, Miss Hopkins scares me. She's a drill sergeant."
"True, but she has a heart of gold underneath that bulldog exterior," Ashley pointed out.
I wasn't so sure about that, but if Ashley said so I could wait and see. So I just complimented her back. "And *you* are the silent leader of the group."
"Not really," she said, uncomfortable with getting praise.
I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Seriously, this group would be lost without you. You're the loving mom of the squad."
Suddenly there was silence as on a daring whim I made the first move by grabbing her hand almost by accident and in case I had any doubts if this was potentially more than a date it became obvious by the nervous awkwardness of the moment. We were both really tense.
Before I had time to consider this, the cashier called "Next," and I let go of her warm hand and smiled through my sudden blush, "What would you like?"
The moment past, we ordered a big tub of popcorn to share and a couple of drinks. Once in the theatre and seated, we both had time to consider our feelings. We each grabbed some popcorn and ate, as a way to avoid the unavoidable upcoming and awkward conversation that we were both obviously insecure about. My phone rang and I jumped and it was a text from Karen.
**Karen: Have u fucked her yet?**
I went red.
Ashley asked, "You ok?"
"Yes," I replied, putting my phone on vibrate.
"Are you really going to the prom with Troy?" Ashley asked out of the blue.
I shrugged. "It happened so quick. One moment I'm a shy, nerdy outcast, the next a popular cheerleader. I never even had a chance to catch my breath before Karen made me say "Yes," so I did. Troy and I haven't even talked after that one time at school."
"Do you want to?" she asked, her question so insecure.
I loved where this might be going and replied honestly, "I don't know. I've never had a boy interested in me before, but now that I do I'm realizing something," I admitted, after a brief reflection.
"What's that?" Ashley asked, hanging on my every word.
"I'm not really interested in boys." I threw the hint out there, scared to declare my confirmed lesbian status, as always afraid of rejection, yet hinting at it as a way to say I was available to her. After a brief silence I got even braver and asked, "Are you going with anyone?"
"I was supposed to go with Dixon, but we broke up last night," she revealed, opening the door for me the same way I just had for her, cautiously.
"Oh," I replied, "how did that go?"
She smiled, clearly not at all heartbroken by the ending of her relationship. "Oh, you know, the usual. He told me I was a cock-tease, a bitch and how much I would regret dumping him."
"*You* dumped *him*?"
This time her hand went to mine eagerly and yet nervously and she revealed, "I've fallen for someone else."
My face flushed again and for a long moment I was speechless. After a lingering silence that spoke volumes, I asked after some of the informative volume managed to seep into my head, tentatively, nervously, even though every sign was screaming yes, "Me?"
"*Yes* you, Jenny, you dummy," she admitted, slapping my shoulder playfully. "I'd always questioned my sexuality even though Karen's been calling me lez forever, and the fact that I never remotely wanted to have sex with Dixon only enhanced my questions about my true sexuality. Dixon and I never had intercourse. I gave him head a few times, but that was it and I can't say even that was remotely appealing." After a pause she added, "Other than the odd fooling around with the girls in hotels at cheerleading competitions, I'm rather inexperienced. I went *way* further with you the other night than I ever have with anybody! Not that I'm complaining... about the you part."
"I was inexperienced too until very recently, as in *totally* inexperienced except... you know, by myself," I admitted, hoping to make her feel less insecure about her lack of experience.
"Jenny, I like you, I mean I *like-like* you," she admitted nervously, putting her heart dangerously on her sleeve, her cheeks ruby red.
I didn't hesitate when I repeated her words back, "I like-like you too, Ashley."
Her eyes lit up, her cautious smile breaking wide open as the sunshine and ignoring the quickly-filling theatre, she leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was soft and tender; cautious and sweet. It only lasted a few seconds, five maybe, before we broke it, realizing the setting for such intimacy wasn't ideal.
Our feelings now out in the open, and can you believe it *mutual* hooray, we had a full movie to sit through, giving us time to silently consider the repercussions of our declarations to each other. I assume Ashley was pondering how her very Christian family would take the news, while my worries went in a completely opposite direction. Even though Karen had already approved Ashley's and my relationship, I pondered how to deal with having not only two Mistresses but now a girlfriend! Did I actually have a girlfriend? Was that how to describe what this was? Just a couple of weeks ago I was a virgin and ignorant of my sexuality (although I had sneaky suspicions) and now I was very confident of who I was, or at least about the label. The lights dimmed, the first of many trailers began and I was too nervous to reach for any popcorn because it might get awkward. I wanted to hold her hand, but even after our declarations and our kiss I was still nervous.
After the first trailer, which I could tell you nothing about with my head ping-ponging inside over my insecurity and excitement, Ashley, sensing my anxiety and thank goodness way more confident than I was right now, turned to me and asked with a teasing smile as she purposely dropped a couple of pieces of popcorn down her very nice cleavage, "Do you want some popcorn?"
I blushed like I had so many times this past week. "I'd love some."
I glanced around slyly, nervous of others seeing, before leaning over and using my mouth to retrieve the popcorn pieces perching on top of her small but firm, well-showcased breasts. I returned to my upright position chewing, but Ashley pointed out as she unbuttoned one, then two buttons on her blouse, "Careless girl, you missed a piece."
My mouth dropped open slightly before I leaned over and retrieved the last popcorn piece from right between her small athlete's breasts in their white lace bra. I felt a rush as I sat back up and thoroughly chewed that lucky piece of popcorn. Ashley didn't fix her blouse as she offered me some more popcorn in the traditional way and returned to watching the screen with a sexy smile on her face. I helped myself to some more popcorn (in the traditional way) and, now relaxed, I watched the trailers with my sexy girlfriend or whatever she was, although the bit about sexy wasn't part of the question.
A few minutes into the actual movie once it started, Ashley put the popcorn tub down and entwined her fingers between mine. A chill electrified my spine and a sweet warmth filled my body.
The next hour and half, give or take, was the most uncomplicated and most amazing little period of time of my life. Everything just made sense. We watched the movie, both of us content just to be together with our declarations and the indescribable inner warmth that went with them. Neither of us ever touched the popcorn again, neither of us willing to let go of the security and good feelings that went with simply holding hands.
As the credits ended, as they inevitably had to, I felt a wave of disappointment, not because the movie was over, but because our first date, this small ripple of perfect time, was ending. Real life was always so much more complicated than any single small, welcome moment of bliss that always ended. Even as we both sat quietly and the credits rolled, I wondered: *now what?*
Eventually we were the only two left in the theatre and Ashley finally spoke, breaking the lengthy awkward silence, "So I guess we didn't eat much of the popcorn."
The words spilled out of my mouth without thinking, "That wasn't what I was hungry for."
A second later when I realized what I'd just said, I tried to apologize, "I'm so sorry, I don't know why...."
My apology was stifled mid-sentence by Ashley's soft lips.
Her tongue parted my lips and we were soon sharing a tender, passionate kiss like nothing I'd ever experienced. I imagined the fireworks above my head exploding like in the movies as yet another chill of pleasure snaked up my spine. The kiss lasted only a fraction of a minute before the lights began to flicker, asking us to leave. Ashley asked, "Do you want to come over to my house for a bit?"
"Sure!" I agreed eagerly, my loins on fire even though I assumed there was no way we'd be able to do what I was craving.
Ashley took my hand, *entwined* (isn't that a lovely word?) our fingers again and led me out of the theatre. A couple of people noticed, but I didn't care. I was a lesbian and I no longer wanted to pretend otherwise. In a move totally unlike the old me, I even blew a playful kiss to some guy I caught watching us.
In her car we drove in a comfortable silence, both of us content with what we had shared and declared, although I was still nervous and excited at the possibilities of a relationship...good and bad. It was hard to believe that today had started with me attempting, failing and then succeeding in seducing Miss Morgan (which was exhilarating), was followed by my walking in on my Mother being dommed by Karen (which was really scary and upsetting), and now I was potentially in a real relationship (which was still pins and needles, but hopeful too). It was all so surreal, the kind of stuff you read about on Literotica, not the kind of stuff that actually happens...yet it all *had* happened and this crazy day wasn't yet over.
Pulling into her driveway, Ashley announced some news that instantly sparked a fire down below, her tone trumpeting she was thinking about the same thing I was. "My parents are at some charity event and won't be home till late."
But then like we kept doing to each other, once we were in the house she suddenly was nervous and unsure what to do. I tried to help by asking, not so subtlety, "So, where is your room?"
Her face went red, but it seemed to give her the tiny push she needed. She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and into her room. On the wall were posters of various eighties bands. She apologized, "Sorry, I love the eighties."
"Me too," I said, and began singing, "Wake me up before you go-go, don't leave...."
She joined in and we danced and goofed off, allowing the awkward tension to fade.
Exhausted and giggly, I fell back on her bed. She looked at me doubtfully. It was my turn to be the brave one and I felt up to it right now, so I smiled and teased, "Come over here, Ashley, I don't bite...hard."
She laughed nervously but joined me so we were lying on our sides. I looked into her eyes and she into mine and I leaned in for the kiss which seemed to be the next cool thing in our script. She closed her eyes and our lips touched. When we'd first had sex at the cheerleader's retreat it was amazing and somewhat intimate, lots of it about what was going on inside, but chiefly mind-blowing, considering the circumstances and my role at the time as a submissive for Karen.
But now, just the two of us, it was different. There were no roles, no expectations, nobody watching, we could do whatever we wanted, whatever we were both comfortable with, big or little. We began kissing with tenderness, and I think tenderness is what I like best about Ashley, and we tenderly began exploring each other's mouths. But we didn't have to stay tender either, it was just us. We sat up and her hands began to unbutton my shirt, and the anticipation of more tingled me all over. Not wearing a bra, a chill crawled up my back as my blouse was opened. Once she had my breasts uncovered, I returned the favour by tugging on and unbuttoning her blouse, button by button. Her lace push-up bra showcased her small, sculpted breasts (and smelled like popcorn, tee hee). I reached around and unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall between us. I smiled, "We may be Mutt and Jeff in height, but we have almost identical breasts, so they should call us the Nubile Twins, or maybe just the Nuts, for short."
"Small, but perky," she agreed, shivering, feeling the same cold breeze.
"Let's warm you up," I offered, pushing her down onto the bed. She tugged me down with her and our breasts poked together and we returned to kissing. The heat picked up as the kissing became more raw and needy, each of us melting into the other, until there was no more 'other'...two becoming one, kinda like it had felt on Friday, but less crazy and *way* less frantic.
Wanting to please her, I rolled her onto her back and attacked her breasts. I spattered kisses all over them before teasing each nipple with my teeth, not hard bites, but little nibbles that made her breathing increase. I slid my tongue down her toned belly, past her cute belly button, before taking matters in hand and stripping off her skirt and panties. Zoning in on her sweetness, I was greeted by a slight gleam on her shaved pussy and a sweet aroma that someday I wanted to die in and carry up to heaven with me. I extended my tongue and began licking, savouring each lick. Her moans increased quickly and after only a couple minutes of pleasure she was begging, "Finger me Jenny, please."
Thinking, *no problem,* I slid two fingers inside her hot pussy and her moans increased exponentially. Shy, conservative Ashley had fled the room to be replaced by horny, animated Ashley and she was *sooo* welcome. As I joyously pumped my fingers in and out of her, she got even more animated. "Oh fuck Jenny, harder, fuck my cunt harder!"
I did, thrusting my fingers in and out as quickly as I could, but it wasn't enough.
"Gimme another finger," she begged and I used my three middle fingers to fuck her.
"More," she moaned, "another, *please!"*
I couldn't fathom another finger fitting into her pussy, but I added my pinkie, which go figure, her cunt also allowed, and easily.
"Aaaah!" she screamed, and I was thankful her parents weren't home.
A minute later Ashley was clearly on the brink of orgasm and she surprised me yet again when she begged, "Fist-fuck me, Jenny!"
"Really?" I gawped, not able to fathom that my hand, although petite as hands go, could possibly ever fit inside her.
"Fucking do it!" she demanded, "fist-fuck my cunt RIGHT NOW!"
Her forcefulness startled me, but with trepidation I did what I was told, scared as I was that I'd hurt her. But just like the four fingers, my whole fist slid inside her wet pussy rather easily. Once it was in, she began bucking her hips really hard on my fist, literally fucking herself. I watched in amazed awe at how Ashley had transformed herself from a sweet, timid girl into a raging slut so quickly, before remembering that I'd recently done the exact same thing with Miss Morgan.
Seeing her thrusting and panting and sweating, desperate to come, I leaned forward, braced my chin against my wrist and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth. That was the pebble that broke the dam, as Ashley's legs wrapped around my head and she screamed, loud enough I was worried the neighbours would think she was being murdered, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"
She collapsed onto the bed as her cum sprayed out of her like a broken water fountain. I eagerly tried to catch all her sweet nectar, as all the while I continued to fist-fuck my beautiful lover. Her whimpers continued for a long time, as did her orgasm. Finally she begged, "Please stop, that was incredible, but now I have to pee."
I pulled my fist out, which took surprisingly more strength than putting it in, and Ashley scurried to the bathroom. As I lay in her bed, giddy with what had just occurred and hoping she was going to return the favor, my cunt tingling like there's no tomorrow, I heard the front door open and close.
I anxiously began searching for my clothes just as Ashley returned to her room freaking out *sotto voce*, "Shit, shit, shit, my parents are home."
"It's ok," I said, trying to calm her down, "just get dressed and they'll never know." I tossed her her skirt and she quickly pulled it on just as I finished dressing.
She urgently found her blouse and I made the bed, which was a complete disaster, just as there was a knock on her door.
Her mom announced cheerily, "We're home, sweetheart. Can I come in?"
Ashley, her face still just-fucked red, looked at me as I hopped on the bed and opened a textbook, and she took a deep breath and answered casually, "Sure, Mom."
Her mom came in, dressed in a beautiful red cocktail dress looking like a twin to Ashley, not a mother. "Oh, you have company."
Ashley was paralyzed, clearly not used to lying to her mom or almost getting caught having lesbian sex. So I stood up and walked over to the statuesque lady. "Hi, Mrs. Swanson, I'm Jenny."
"Hi, Jenny," she replied cordially, adding, "we've heard a lot about you."
"You have?" I questioned, playing all innocent. "I hope at least some of it was good."
"Of course," she smiled, "well, I'll leave you two alone. But it *is* getting late."
"I was just leaving," I reassured her.
Once the door was closed, Ashley collapsed on the bed. "Oh my God, do you think she knows?"
"How could she?" I asked. "We looked like two girls studying."
"I suppose," she sighed, looking so cute in her insecurity.
"But your Mom's right: I should be getting home," I said.
"I am so sorry I didn't get to...."
I returned to her bed and put my finger on her lips. "Shush. I'll take a rain check." I kissed her again, this time leisurely, wanting to remember her softness.
We went downstairs and after meeting her father and chatting briefly with her mother about cheerleading, it was decided her dad would drive me home, which was a disappointment as I'd wanted to spend more precious time with Ashley.
Some unmemorable generic chit-chat later and I was home. I noticed the light was still on at Megan's, but resisted the temptation to go over, even though my pussy was still begging for attention. I figured I would have to pleasure myself the old-fashioned way... with my fingers.
Checking my phone before going in, I found three texts:
**Karen: Answer me, slut!**
**Karen: I am going to punish you tomorrow, slut!!!**
**Ashley: Will you be my prom date?**
My whole body warmed at Ashley's six words. My hand trembled as I typed my response.
**Ashley**
**I would LOVE to be your date.**
**As your girlfriend?**
**Jenny**
I sat down on my doorstep, eagerly awaiting a response from Ashley that didn't come. I considered texting Karen, but I didn't even know where to begin so I figured I could worry about Karen and her threat tomorrow. Today was too perfect to ruin.
Ashley then texted me:
**Jenny,**
**I can't wait!!! I really LOVE spending time with you and YES you ARE my girlfriend.**
On cloud nine, I put my phone away and entered the house.
Once inside, I went to the front room and was surprised for one last time today. For the second time today, I saw my mother in a *flagrante* position...this time she was on her knees and this time the legs she was between belonged to Mistress Megan.
Megan looked up, smiled at me and asked casually, as if my Mother weren't even in the room, let alone right now pleasing her, "How was your date, my dear?"
**Continued in Part 7....** |
Matt Becomes Mattie Ch. 08 | 43,383 | 4.54 | 511,794 | [
"crossdressing",
"lingerie",
"femdom",
"panties",
"queening",
"submission",
"bondage",
"lesbian",
"watersports",
"oral servitude"
] | Joanna remained on Louise for some ten minutes before withdrawing from her and then helping her onto the bed.
Jo came across and released me, only to motion me to move the Tower closer to the bed and turn it so that it was facing it. She then directed me to step onto the Tower where Louise had been restrained, so as to be locked in myself. She kept Louise's heavily impregnated panties over me. I was similarly spread-legged and my hands secured behind me onto the bar. My neck was then collared. Jo fetched our wand and fitted it on to the Tower's arm and positioned against my anus. Louise then piped up, "Jo, Mattie has another pair of my used panties with her somewhere. They are yellow bikini styled ones. You could use them as a gag on her as she used yours on me."
"Good idea."
Jo went and looked in my bags and quickly found the zipper. She approached me, turned the panties inside out and forced the panties in my mouth, followed by the gag that I had used on Louise. I was as helpless as Louise but without the clit weights or the nipple pumps.
Jo got back onto the bed and she and Louise started to kiss gently and slowly, Jo exerted her kissing dominance. Eventually, Jo indicated to Louise to climb on top of her and they went into a long sixty-nine, thoroughly enjoying each others pussy. I had a clear view of Jo enjoying Louise's beautiful cunt and could see her pre-cum building towards her next climax. Jo's tongue was darting in and up and down Louise's haven to enjoy her emerging nectar and I knew that Louise was enjoying Jo's. Their walk through their valleys of love was well underway.
I could see Louise getting very excited with Jo's tongue teasing and she started to rock heavily and then lifted herself to sit up, squeezing Jo's head with her thighs and effectively queening her. She was exuding a lot of cum again and her second orgasm wasn't as violent as the first one; however it washed over the two girls mentally and physically as Jo was engulfed in her new girlfriend's love honey as her frothy jism spurted out, much to Jo's obvious pleasure. Louise shot forward to take Jo's with her tongue as she arrived a few seconds later.
They lay between each other's legs taking in the heady aroma and basking in each other's pleasure, gently using their tongues on each others love areas. It was a highly erotic sight and I could see Jo enjoying secondary quivering of excitement
Jo was the first to talk.
"Time we enjoyed Mattie, I think."
"Yes, we aren't being fair to her as she has arranged all of this."
"I think you will enjoy this though, Louise."
Both the girls came across and released me from the Tower as well as from Louise's fragrant panties that I had so much enjoyed. I put my own back on. Jo helped me across to the Stool and put me into position, securing my wrists and ankles to the cuffs and the spreader. She pulled out the chin-dildo and fixed that onto me.
"Louise, stand over the seat and slowly lower yourself on to it, so that you tease Mattie with her first close-up sight of your adorable, wet pussy."
She got into position and opened her legs above me. Jo moved close into Louise and they started to kiss each other, her hand moving to open up Louise's cunt, showing me what I was to shortly service with my chin. Her puckered anus, devoid of its former hairy cover, moistened and brown slowly became visible to me as Jo's hand pushed apart Louise's legs. I knew I was to shortly pleasure and taste her exquisite second love channel.
The two girls kissed and played with each other; I could take in the exotic sexy aroma of the two of them, and the now increasingly familiar overtones that Louise was emitting. Louise's labia and her clit were already swollen and moist with her new enjoyment layering over Jo's previous taking of her.
Then Jo released Louise from her hold and Louise sank into position. I had full view of my chin cock entering her creamy pussy, her entrance open in expectation of my service and her cum already flowing again with the prospect, oozing gently around the dildo as it slid home into its love chamber. Her anus presented itself to my tongue and her soft bottom enveloped my head forcing my submission to serve her. I was engulfed totally in her now as her weight pushed down.
Jo guided her to gently rock forward on me so as to allow me to breathe, take in her aroma, and then backwards to orally use my tongue on her and, at the same time, providing gentle movement of my chin-cock and to pressure her g-spot. Louise quickly mastered this technique and her pace started to increase as her pleasure levels built up to take her up her personal mountain.
I felt Jo release my boy-clit from my panties and she slid on me as she continued, no doubt, to enjoy Louise's firm breasts and hard, pert nipples with her tongue. With the height difference and the seat, I knew Louise's breasts would be at a level for Jo to naturally enjoy her.
Louise was, by now, starting to accelerate the fucking of herself on my chin. I could see her clearly frotting herself and her pulsating pussy and lips as they responded to her motion. Meanwhile, I could feel Jo's pussy clamping on my erect clit as she too sought pleasure from me. My tongue was now inside Louise's anus, exploring her with my tip, pushing in as hard as I could to provide her with another dildo in her.
I felt Louise explode on me and Jo followed a few seconds later before my cum went on its route into Jo. Louise's delicate honey was everywhere flooding into my mouth as she rode her clouds and this took me into a powerful brain orgasm, I was sure that the girls could feel this.
The girls stayed on top of me enjoying their orgasms and I relished being bathed in Louise. I could stay here all night enjoying the two of them. They allowed me to bathe in them for some five minutes only though as I then felt the two of them start to move their positions. They went to switch themselves over on me and Jo's familiar cunt descended down on to my face.
By the pressure of her bottom, and her pussy right over my mouth, she made me eat our co-mingled cum out of her. My clit was still hard at the anticipation of being inside Louise and I felt myself entering her, her wet pussy gripping me. I hadn't been like this for weeks, in terms of excitement and being able to sustain my clit-hardness; this was close to heaven.
Joanna moved herself forward on my head to present her back-porch for my gratification and went to delight herself on my chin-cock and I could feel the two girls enjoying each other as they kissed, being at the same level with their lips. My tongue probed into her, exploring her love hole and to help complement the chin-cock that was now entering in and out of her vulva as she rocked up and down. Meanwhile I could feel Louise wrapped around my clit taking all of me into her. Her cunt seemed that little bit tighter than Jo's, despite all the exertions that she had been put through.
The two girls took themselves up onto their exalted plateaus once again and I was once more subjugated to their orgasms, feeling Louise clamp around my swollen clit as she came and Jo letting her familiar cream ooze over my mouth and chin.
They both relaxed and came off their peaks, gently kissing and muttering sweet nothings as I enjoyed being pressurised by them both and also being bathed in their love juices that I so cherished as a manifestation of their love.
As we came back down to 'normality', we all cleaned up and climbed into the wonderful double-king bed; Louise in the between the two of us. Jo fixed into place Louise's panties for me to take in her scent during the night. We quickly fell asleep in each others arms.
We woke up fairly late for us on the Sunday morning. Normally, Jo would want me to bring her a morning orgasm but this morning she turned to Louise and moved over her into a 69 with Jo on top, while I continued to take in Louise's essence. I could see Louise pleasing Jo and it was a lovely sight to see the two women inter-twined.
Her tongue darted out and explored her anus and then she brought it down to part Jo's swollen clit, teasing her labia. She then focused on licking Jo in long, languishing strokes from her rear area down to Jo's clit again and again. She murmured her satisfaction about Jo's taste and her tongue moved to slide into Jo's pussy, flicking in its lower entrance to taste and lap up the emerging pre-cum.
Louise's nose pressed forward tightly into Jo's bottom as she concentrated her efforts and pressed deeper into Jo. Jo let out a little yelp of pleasure at Louise's attention and pressed backwards as Louise deftly moved in and out of her. Very quickly, Jo was cumming over Louise's tongue.
Jo moved herself off Louise and gave her a slow, sweet embrace and kiss. She let her pussy come into contact with Louise's and began a slow pelvic grinding with clit rubbing against clit. Jo moved her lips away from the kissing of Louise's mouth and to her breasts. She slowly sucked on her nipples, focusing on nipping them with her teeth, enough to make Louise gasp. However, Jo was as quick to use her lips to soothe the nipples to remove any semblance of pain.
Louise was in ecstasy and her moaning became a small scream of pleasure as she reached her orgasm. Jo pushed home hard on Louise's pussy, comingling her cum with Louise's cream. Finally, she lowered herself one more time between our girlfriend's legs and took her time enjoying their taste and smell before letting Louise hit another peak.
"Come on you two, it's about time we cleaned up and thought about dressing."
We all headed to the bathroom and there was the toilet seat.
Joanna suggested, "Well I guess Mattie can take us this morning."
Louise responded, "No. Let me, I so love toilet play."
"Ok, well get into position then, you."
Louise stripped herself fully naked and climbed under the seat. I turned on the shower. Jo too stripped fully down and came back and sat on her seat pushing down to give full access to Louise's mouth for her. Louise was ready for her.
Slowly Jo started releasing her amber nectar into and over Louise's mouth. She took it in avidly but it was too much and a little streamed down over her neck and upper chest. As Jo finished, Louise's tongue automatically darted up to clean Jo's love area, something I knew Jo so enjoyed. This had its desired effect and quickly she was cumming on what we now knew was a skilled tongue.
Jo climbed off and Louise then added "Your turn too, Mattie. To me you are a girl."
I had peeled off my clothing and in the bedroom; Jo had released me from my nasal heaven. I sat down on the seat and, very quickly, I was releasing myself into Louise; this was something that I hadn't done since my university first degree days when my then girlfriend was into giving and receiving. Louise took it all and tongued away underneath me, a lovely sensation.
Louise and I made sure that we were all cleaned out for later and then we headed for the shower, one of those multi-headed ones with an Amazon-rain head as the principal one; really great for a nice soak and mutual wash of each other. Giggles galore and then a dry down together in their vast white Egyptian towels, a mass make up, well at least for Louise and me. Louise commented on my ankle and waist chain. I added that maybe she should be put in one too so that Jo could keep us both in chastity.
Jo smiled and said, "That's perhaps a good idea as I can't have you two climaxing all the time when I am not there. You wouldn't have any cum left for me."
Back to the bedroom and Jo chose her usual black male-like underwear, black pants, a Ralph Lauren blue shirt, socks and black low heels. I selected a cream, Barbara bikini panties and bra, along with a simple cream pleated skirt and a red scoop-neck top. I put on the A cup bra as Jo had agreed at dinner that it was the right time to move over to being me, now that my new 'female' boobs were showing. Just as I was about to put on the panties, Louise intervened,
"Mattie, Why don't you wear my used yellow panties; it would be rather exciting to know that your are up against my intimate juices."
Jo chipped in, "Yes, do wear them, Mattie. It will build our excitement for later."
Louise added, "And perhaps you ought to wear my used ones as standard wear, if you are not being colour or style coordinated."
"Yes, you could do Louise's smalls laundry from now on, Mattie. I know that you will enjoy that in more ways than one," said Jo with a chuckle.
Louise went and found the panties and handed them to me. I slipped them over my legs and into position, my 'clit' hardening at the prospect of being up against her pussy juices. Here I was in the cream soft A cup bra and a pair of a nice colour of yellow bikini panties impregnated by Louise, all I thought rather nice.
To this lingerie I added tan hold-up stockings along with beige ballet shoes. I put on a pair of Jo's gold earrings, a gold chain necklace and two bangles. Louise chose cream lingerie too, tan hold ups, a cream and green floral skirt and a matching green top. Her shoes were green casual low heels. A spray of Chanel on Louise and me, our clutch bags, and we were off for a late breakfast of Eggs Benedict and the desperately needed coffee.
Breakfast was long and leisurely and we had another coffee while we read the newspapers and then went for a walk around the magnificent gardens. We had a chat about the day ahead and it was also an opportunity for Jo and Louise to get to know each other better. Louise gave us an insight into the past and previous girlfriends and what she enjoyed sexually. Obviously, from last night's activities, she was more than well-tuned to what we were about. Her one 'thing' that Joanna and I had not explored at all was latex play, as I knew from my previous chats with Louise.
Joanna smiled and suggested, "This is perhaps our day out then?"
I asked, "But it is Sunday, are such shops open on a Sunday?"
Louise replied,
"Well, the best place within striking distance of here is in Bristol. I was at Bath University, as you know Mattie, and I have visited the shop there a few times; it is in North Bristol and reputedly has one of the biggest stocks in the UK."
"Will it be open today?"
"I don't know but I guess we can find out from a Google."
"Do you remember the name of the shop?"
So, back into the hotel and we fired up Joanna's computer and, yes, "My Only Vice" was open. It was only half an hour away by the M4 but we decided to go across country and via Chipping Sodbury.
We tidied up the room and disassembled the equipment and put it back in its boxes. It would, no doubt, be reassembled later. Final preparations and we went out to the car and meandered through the country lanes and keeping off the motorway.
"My Only Vice" was a lot of fun and the staff there were super with us. They were used to handling all sorts of clients so two women and a transvestite all together as a partnership didn't exactly faze them. We spent over an hour in the store and came out with Louise nicely equipped for later, and Jo and I had also profited from the spree.
On the way back to the hotel, we found a small pub near Badminton and sat outside enjoying a glass of wine and the early afternoon sunshine. It was a nice, relaxing way to spend the Sunday afternoon and to get to know Louise even better than we already did. She had very rapidly endeared herself to Joanna.
We got back to the hotel and went up to the suite. Room service had been through and cleaned up and finished turn-down. The fire was alight so we decided to have a rest for the evening ahead.
However, Jo wasn't letting us off that quick and asked Louise and I to pull out the Stool. Louise was first to be placed in the Stool and Jo took her pants and briefs off to sit down and present her pussy to be pleasured; this was the first time that Louise had been subjugated to orally pleasing Jo like this. Once Jo had cum over Louise, I had to take over in the Stool so as to please Louise and once again taking her considerable cum into me.
She removed her dress and cream panties and, as the room was bathed in natural light, duly exposing her beautiful cunt to me as she manoeuvred herself into position for my servitude to her. Her recent French waxed pubic strip looked really pretty and inviting, highlighting her already excited love bud and the thick labial lips that I had seen the night before when I had attached the weights to them and when I had been under her.
I allowed my tongue to gently linger over her clitoris and then ran it slowly down to her pussy entrance. And then back up gently taking in the inside of her lips. She was already pretty sticky and her excited aroma cascaded down onto my nose. Here I was enjoying Louise knowing that her past cunt juices were also up against my crotch. Louise pressed herself downwards onto me seeking the hardness of my tongue to enter her cunt as a mini-dildo to bring her off.
Meanwhile, I sensed Joanna moving in close to the front of the stool. Her hand came forward with her new birthday present, the clit vibrator. Jo played this right onto Louise's clit and let its buzzing play away, with the immediate effect of releasing more of Louise's cum onto my tongue and into my mouth. Jo persisted with her new friend, upping the buzz. I felt Louise starting to quiver with her approaching orgasm and she pressed down even further seeking satisfaction and, ultimately, her sexual release through her orgasm.
She came and she came hard, her cum streaming out all over my nose and mouth. I was almost drowning in her emission but I too was ecstatic with the moment and that Louise was rapidly become a lover, a part of our triangle. Louise relaxed, her bottom lifting off me and this allowed me to soak up her spend, revelling in its taste and significance.
We put on the hotel's thick bathrobes and spent the remaining of the afternoon reading, drinking tea, and napping. Louise and I were on the bed, Joanna reading in a comfortable armchair in front of the fire.
We hadn't really eaten since breakfast so we decided to eat in the Michelin-starred main dining room and Louise had been unable to try their exquisite food the night before. So that also meant dressing up, a little at least.
We had a quick shower together and towelled ourselves down. Louise and I made up, again in a similar style, putting on darkish eye shadow and rich foundation and blush, as well as a dark red hued Chanel lipstick. We decided on the Coco perfume that I so love.
Joanna went for her usual clothing in black and her masculine style. She asked me to put back on my new charcoal coloured corset and Louise helped me lace myself in before I rolled on my off-black stockings and hooked them up. Over the corset, I decided to wear an olive green blouse and a two-thirds length sand-coloured skirt, along with dark olive heels. I put on my diamonds.
Louise went for the first of the purchases in Bristol as the start to her latex evening. We had bought her a grey semi-transparent two-thirds bra that had black piping and under-wiring and with a similar piped seam that went from her armpit over her nipple area and then curved into the underwire. Her 34 D cup breasts nicely filled the bra cups and showed her dark aureoles with their perky nipples to very good effect.
Louise then slid into matching bikini panties, her pussy lips and her pubic strip showing provocatively through the thin grey rubber. I then helped her roll on and smooth out a pair of latex hold-up stockings that were black on the hold-up part and gave the effect of grey on her legs.
She commented on how good it all felt and I suspected Jo would have liked to masturbate her then and there. Over this rubber ensemble, she decided to wear a three quarter length black, grey and cream patterned skirt and an off-black scoop top with a matching piping around the neck-line. Her shoes were black strappy heels giving us a glimpse of her shiny stockings beneath. She put on her jewellery.
We all gave each other a kiss and headed downstairs and ordered glasses of a good Tattinger as an aperitif. We were given the menus and spent time choosing our food. With what we had eaten the night before, we knew we would eat well again.
Jo and Louise chose scallops in a black bean puree, fennel pollen and veal jus scented with truffle whereas I went for langoustine tails with hake and anise cannelloni, a salsify glazed in cream and a cappuccino of shellfish.
For the main course, Jo went for a fillet of sea-reared trout, served with almond puree, white balsamic pickled clams and caramelised bacon. Louise and I settled on the wild roast duck with roasted foie gras, baby turnips and Medjool dates. This was washed down with a Cloudy Bay chardonnay and a nice Chateau St Pierre, a St Julien 2000.
We mopped up the red wine with some cheese and then all three of us could not resist a dessert of a prune and chocolate liquid centre soufflé served with Armagnac ice cream. Like the previous evening, we moved through to the lounge and sat in front of the lovely fire there for coffee; even though it was summer it was a little chilly outside. To keep the continuity of the desert going, we enjoyed lovely balloon glasses of an Armagnac XO. This was all fun and our conversation was nice and light, focusing on family life and more on our backgrounds.
Louise and I decided to head up stairs to prepare her for Jo, who we left with a refill of the Armagnac. We left the lounge hand in hand and strolled off through the lobby. Upstairs, down the corridor and I unlocked the door to the suite.
Once inside, Louise and I turned to each other and kissed.
I said, "Come on; let's get you ready otherwise you will be exhausted before Jo gets back."
"Mmmm, I guess so."
Louise pulled off her top, unzipped her skirt, and dropped it. I must admit that the sight of her through her grey transparent bra, panties and stockings was pretty intoxicating.
She slowly removed her latex lingerie and asked me for a ziplock bag for her panties. I could see that she was, indeed, wet already. I helped her wipe her down to remove any moisture from under the rubber and was seriously tempted to take her orally then and there. We then took a bottle of talc powder and rubbed that onto her skin to assist with the dressing.
Louise opened the box that we had bought and pulled out a full black latex cat suit. She stepped into the open suit and I helped her smooth out the rubber over her feet and legs and then to get her neck through the collar and again with the smoothing. I then zipped her into the suit and pulled the clip on the collar together at her back.
"Do you want your boobs showing or covered Louise?"
"Open please and if you would suction them, that would be wonderful."
The cat suit had openings for breasts and a plate with popper studs to cover them when required. Her feet were enveloped and the collar went high up her neck. The popper system and plate was also replicated around her crotch and that meant we could either have her wearing latex or ordinary panties, or latex ones with toys, or leave her open for our play. We also had a plate that had a rear dildo but left her pussy open and that is what I chose, lubricating up the dildo before pushing it home into her anal love channel.
Before leading her over to the Tower to get Louise ready for her bondage, we still had one more piece of clothing to put on. This was a matching black hood that would cling to the head and had nasal holes eye and mouth shields, working on the similar popper system to the cat suit. I helped her into this, pulled the zipper down at the back, and secured it to the zip lock of the cat suit using a small padlock.
I led Louise across to the Tower and secured her into the now familiar position so that she could contemplate Joanna. I attached the suction bottles onto her nipples and brought out her pert brown nipples and then added the labial weights taking time to gently finger her and enter her pussy to feel her wetness. I sucked my fingers tasting her lovely cum.
I got up and went and fetched Jo's panties from earlier in the day. I came back and placed them over Louise's nose and over the panties, I put into position a pair of tinted goggles that we had got her as an accessory. She was now completely encased except for her breasts and crotch. I still had two small things to add.
The first one was to attach an open head bridle in latex that had a pretty substantial latex cock coming off the chin and which I knew Louise would enjoy riding. The final task was to take a vibrator and put it on the arm of the Tower which I then angled and inserted into Louise's sopping pussy. It was anchored there by the arm and by the near immobilisation of Louise. I was done.
"Ok, Louise?"
She sort of mumbled an affirmation.
"We will not be as long as last night, but I want you to think about how Jo will shortly be making love to you in her style."
I grabbed a few items and went out of the suite through the second bedroom door. |
Fox and Guests Pt. 04C | 19,325 | 4.5 | 829,611 | [] | Sarah Palin stood before the camera at Fox and Guests, she looked awesome as always, but she looked nervous. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen my name is Sarah Palin and what you are about to see was one of my many fantasies. This one more or less fell into my lap. Just to set the scene, the first part you will be seeing was recreated. After the real fantasy started, we had to go back and film the past that led to the fantasy so you could all see how it occurred off camera. Bristol, Willow and I were on a cross-country book tour last October for my new book, "Good Tidings, Great Joy!" We were on the last leg now in California. We just finished a stint on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. We were rushing around the hotel rooms getting ready for Good Morning LA and we were running late, so without any more of my speaking here is the fantasy that fell into my lap and boy am I glad it did happen!"
The screen came alive and the Palin women were running around in the hotel room getting ready for the morning show. Bristol placed her hand on her bare hips; "Hey mom, after this morning show, how many more stops do we have till be head back to Wasilla? I'm so fucking horny I may just jump Willow and you tonight! Look at mom Willow, you can tell she's horny!"
Sarah was sitting on the bed smoothing her black thigh-hi stockings on her slim, shapely legs. She stopped and looked up at Bristol; "You cannot, but if you could, what's my tell?"
Bristol elbowed Willow on her naked large, full D sized tit; "She always wears her hair down when she's horny and when was the last time you saw her in thigh-hi stockings?"
"Mmmmm, I think you're right Bristol, I think the last time was my eighteenth birthday bash and she sure was horny and she really took care of that didn't she?"
Sarah stood up and let out a little giggle as she pulled her tight thigh-hi pencil skirt to just below her stocking tops. "Well Bristol, you are right, I am horny as hell, but with only stops in Frisco, Portland and Seattle, we'll be home soon enough and then I'll be jumping Track and Todd's bones, are you two going to join me?"
Willow let out a little degusted laugh; "Well in the words of an ex-Alaska governor used to say; "You Betcha!"
Bristol slapped Willow on her panty clad ass; "I'm in too, but we better get our asses in gear or we're going to be late!"
Sarah finished buttoning her cranberry satin blouse, covering her black lace bra and slipping into her matching black jacket turned to Bristol and Willow; "Leave it to Bristol, our human alarm clock, you both better get hurry!" She sat on the bed and slipping into a pair of strappy black high-heeled shoes, she once again slid her hands up her black stocking and tugging at the upper bands, stood and turned to Bristol and Willow.
They were both putting on their heels, Bristol was pulling her button-up soft cashmere beige sweater over her fitted jeans, her extremely long chocolate brown straight hair was hanging down, it was draped over her huge D sized tits.
Willow was putting the final two pins in her tight French twist, her even longer light brown hair left her sexy neck bare. She was wearing a thick bulky knit sweater, it was draped over a pleated black skirt, and it showed her legs off perfectly.
Both Willow and Bristol slipped into high heels and opened the door for the valet to take their bags down to the waiting limo. They piled in and Bristol turned to her mother; "Mom, Willow and I were thinking, after the morning show, we don't have to be in Frisco till morning. What do you think about renting a convertible, catching a light lunch in a diner I read about in Canoga Park and then shooting over to the PCH and headed along the coast?"
Sarah looked over at her excited daughters, they were great with her on the book tour and was eager to give them something back; "Sure, why not! Hop on your cell and reserve a convertible."
Bristol did that and after the morning show the limo driver dropped them off at the car rental agency and they headed north. They arrived in Canoga Park at the height of the lunch crowd and when they finally got a table and ordered, they had time to look around. That is when Willow spotted the large office building across the street from the diner they were in. The building had a large sign on it; "Wicked Films"; "Hey Bristol, look over there, isn't that the porn studio that made the parody on mom. I think they even made the mommy and me movie about you and mom isn't it?"
"Yeah they made the parody about mom, but Devil Films made the one about mom and me! Remember Nick Manning at your party, now that porn star could fuck!"
"Mmmmm I just loved Nick, but I'm partial to Lexington Steele, he has it all, a firm muscled body, a big cock and to top it off, he's black!"
Sarah stopped the two of them; "Not so loud you two someone may hear you! Oh my god look who just talked in!"
Bristol and Willow turned towards the door and they let out a gasp. Standing there waiting for a table were Sean Michaels and Lisa Ann, the female porn star who played their mother in the porn parody.
Bristol looked at her mother; "Well mom, Willow likes Lexington Steele, but just looking at Sean, I think he'd do, what do you think? Mom, mom did you hear me?"
"Oh yeah Bristol, Sean does look good, but believe it or not, I'm more interested in Lisa Ann, my god, I know she looked good in the videos your dad has, but seeing her in person, my god, she's captivating. Maybe if I stand up and wave to her, maybe I can get her to join us, what do you think?"
"What if you do, what then mom?"
She let out a nervous laugh; "I haven't thought that far ahead yet Bristol, I guess I'll wing it!" She stood and after catching her attention, she waved them over.
Lisa Ann had a startled look on her face, she leaned over and whispered something in Sean's ear, he smiled and they headed over to their table. Lisa and Sean stood before the seated daughters and the standing mother; "Well hello Mrs. Palin, I feel a little awkward here, you must know I did a sexual spoof about you several times, but I do admire you and even though I'm an actress in the adult film industry, I consider myself a conservative and love most of your views!"
"Well thank you Lisa Ann, believe it or not, although I'm a strong conservative I, along with my family, are very liberal when it comes to sex and your industry, we just try and keep that part of our personal life quiet. Come sit with us, we just ordered, you can add what you two would like to our order."
Sean and Lisa Ann took a seat, ordered and they began talking with the three Palin women like they were old friends and were surprised just how personable they were.
Willow spoke up; "Does Nick Manning still work here?"
Lisa Ann smiled wickedly at her; "Ah yeah he does, but he isn't around today. I believe he's on a shoot down the coast, why do you ask?"
"Well he was a special guest at my eighteenth birthday party couple of years ago; I was hoping to see him."
"I know he's really close with Tommy Gunn and he's here maybe he can tell you what he's up to today!"
Soon they were finishing their meal and after Sarah paid the bill, telling Lisa Ann she had an expense account while on the book tour, Lisa Ann stood and looked at the three women; "Would you ladies like to come and take a tour of our facility?"
The three women jumped at the chance and Sarah spoke up; "We'd love to, we don't have to be in San Francisco till morning, we have all day, right girls?"
Willow and Bristol agreed and soon the five of them were headed across the street to the large studio where the videos spoofing her family were made! The three Palin women were surprised how professional everyone was at the offices. Lisa Ann led them down several halls into the studios, all were sectioned off into specific sets, and some of them were very intriguing. They entered a large livingroom set and sitting there was Randy Spears, and Sarah sucked in her breath in surprise.
Randy had a huge smile on his face as Lisa Ann introduced Sarah to Randy; "Randy Spears, meet the real Sarah Palin! Sarah this is Randy Spears, he played Dave Letterman in the parody."
He took her hand; "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Palin, although we did a spoof about you, I really admire you. I hope you don't hold that film against either of us!"
"No, not at all Randy, please call me Sarah! Todd and I watched that video countless times, it both made us laugh and also turned us on to no end. It's really an honor to meet you both. If either of you even knew half the fantasies I've had about both of you after watching that video, well!" Sarah blushed and turned to look at Bristol and Willow; "I saw the plaque of Nick on the wall, too bad he isn't here to show you two around!"
Just then Tommy Gunn and Lexington Steele came walking into the studio and when Lisa Ann saw them spoke up; "I thought the two of you had a shoot right after lunch, what happened?"
Tommy looked the three Palin women up and down and smiled; "My partner got caught drunk driving and it was delayed till they find a replacement. As for Lex here, he was surprised when his co-star, well how do I put this gently, well she started her time of the month, if you know what I mean."
Lisa Ann laughed out loud; "It's okay to say Tommy, she started her period. So Lex, what are you going to do?"
Lexington Steele, stood a good six foot eight and as black as coal, dressed in a large terrycloth robe; "I didn't want to fuck up my uniform, so I slipped out of it till they find a replacement, want to take her place Lisa Ann? I'd love to see you in a tiny flight attendant uniform!"
"Sorry Lex, I did my scene this morning and I'm done for the day. I told Randy I'd go over a couple of scenes with him, and no they are not sex scenes. What about you Tommy, what are you going to do?"
"No Lisa Ann, I'm not wearing a flight attendant uniform or work with Lex!"
Lisa Ann giggled like a school girl; "No I know that, I wanted to know what you're going to do about your scene, what was it by the way?"
"We were set up in the livingroom set, I'm playing a step-dad and my step-daughter comes home after school dressed in a Catholic School uniform, interested?"
Lisa Ann shook her head; "No I don't think so, I wouldn't be very convincing as a school girl, especially a Catholic school girl!"
Bristol whispered to Willow and they both started laughing. Lisa Ann looked over at them; "My, my young ladies, what's so funny?"
Willow was blushing and looked at Bristol who smiled back at her and nodded; "Well we were saying we could do them. We saw how interested mom is in spending sometimes with you and Mr. Spears. I wouldn't mind trying out the flight attendant part and Bristol, I know loves dressing up like a school girl!"
Sarah had her hands on her hips; "Are the two of you insane? Do you know what that would entail?"
Bristol stepped forward; "Sure mom, we'd be on a Wicked Film and we'd be fucking and sucking. Don't tell me you wouldn't want to spend the afternoon with Randy and Lisa Ann?"
"Well how about the trip up the PCH and San Francisco?"
Willow chuckled; "Fuck the PCH, we can head back to LA, turn in the car and take the redeye to Frisco tonight or early tomorrow morning. What do you think mom?"
Sarah looked at Lisa Ann and Randy; "I don't know Willow, what do you think Lisa Ann? Would Bristol and Willow be okay doing the scenes with Lex and Tommy?"
Lisa Ann stepped over to Sarah and whispered in her ear and Sarah broke out in a grin from ear to ear. Sarah stepped over to Lex and Tommy; "Tell me guys; would you like to do a scene with a Palin daughter, they are pretty good?" Turning to Randy she bushed up against him; "Would you like to try practicing a scene with Lisa Ann and me Randy?"
Lex and Tommy nodded and Randy pulled her to him and just before kissing her whispered; "Oh fuck yeah Sarah, let's go!" Taking her into his arms he covered her lips with his own. She groaned into his mouth and felt his cock already growing.
Pushing him away slightly she looked over at Lisa Ann; "Are you okay with this Lisa Ann?"
"Mmmmm yes Sarah, I would love to taste that pussy of yours, would you like to try mine?"
Sarah giggled; "YOU BETCHA! Okay what do Bristol and Willow need to do?"
Tommy took Bristol by the hand; "Follow me, both of you and we'll set you up with your costumes!" Turning back to Randy he gave him the thumbs up sign; "Have fun Randy, you lucky bastard! Nick told me what a great fuck all of the Palin women were, maybe after I'm done I'll come out and join you three!"
The four of them disappeared and Lisa Ann took the slender hand of Sarah's; "Come on, I think there's a bedroom set up down the hall!" The three of them headed down the hall and turning the corner came into a cubicle with a huge bed in powder blue satin sheets and dimmed lights.
Randy hit a couple of switches and the room was bathed in a soft glow, but bright enough for filming. He approached Sarah and she came into his arms. With his arms wrapped around Sarah, Lisa Ann came and took a seat on the bed beside the standing couple. Dressed in a flowing silky navy blue wrap-around dress, it fell from her full thighs and the plunging neckline barely contained her huge DD tits.
Randy backed Sarah up to the bed and she found her legs pressed against Lisa Ann's spread thighs. He slid his hands inside her unbuttoned jacket, sliding his hands up to her shoulders he slid the jacket off and she felt Lisa Ann tug it off her arms and off her body. She looked back at Lisa Ann and smiled down at her. She let out a gasp when she felt Lisa Ann's hands on her shoulders as she urged Sarah down to her knees.
Lisa Ann slid beside her and turning her head slightly, she planted her lips to Sarah's puffy lips. Her tongue wormed out and painted back and forth across Sarah's blood red lips. Urging them apart, she was met with Sarah's tongue at the entrance and they danced back and forth. Lisa Ann heard Randy's zipper being drawn downward and felt his pants fall against her exposed chest and settled around his feet. She worked her mouth deeper against Sarah's and she knew Randy was busy removing his pants and shirt. When she came up for air she followed Sarah's gaze and they both were staring at Randy's stiff cock. As far as porn stars are concerned, he wasn't overly endowed, but Lisa Ann definitely knew how to use what he did have. She also liked the size, she was able to deep throat it, unlike a number of the larger cocks in the business now.
Sarah reached out and gripped his cock in her soft dainty hand. She stroked it several times as she looked up at him with those dark brown eyes. She looked especially seductive with those sexy glasses on. A smile broke out and as her lips parted, she leaned forward and flicked it out back and forth, up and down the leaking head. She was nudged aside as Lisa Ann dipped below her and flicked her larger, wet tongue back and forth across his swollen balls. She sucked one ball into her mouth and when Sarah saw this, she opened her lips and enveloped the head of his cock. She let a large drool of saliva flow from her mouth and her hand caught it and began to pump his cock up and down faster. Her mouth followed as she took about half of his cock into her mouth and Lisa Ann met her mouth with her own.
Lisa Ann popped Randy's ball from her mouth and as her tongue flicked out against Sarah's stuffed mouth and his cock, she planted her fat lips against his exposed cock and vigorously suck it up and down, from his balls to Sarah's lips.
Randy was close to popping and wanted this fantasy of his to last as long as possible. His cock was dripping with the saliva of the two beautiful women. After a good ten minutes, he had to pull away or shoot off. He pulled away reluctantly and grabbed Sarah by the arms and drew her to her feet.
Sarah's legs were wobbly and plopped down on the plush bed. Her lips were swollen; her sexy dark brown hair was disheveled from being between Randy's thighs and Lisa Ann's hands. She reached up and swept the excess saliva from her lips and chin, looked up at the smiling face. She smiled back and tipped her head back as he lowered his lips to hers. While they were kissing and their tongues were flicking back and forth, she sucked in her breath as she felt his fingers begin to pluck the buttons open on her tight satin blouse. She helped by opening the buttons on her cuffs. She let out a tiny shiver when she felt the cool air on her heated flesh as the blouse was drawn off her shoulders and off her petite body.
Randy abandoned her mouth and attacked her bare flesh of her neck and shoulder. He was an expert and he was all over her upper body, feeling as if he had two or three mouths instead of just one. He had Sarah breathing heavy and was moaning as she felt his hands pull the strap of her bra from her shoulders. She let out a gasp when she felt the clasp being released and the bra slacken and fell from her full aching tits.
Sarah opened her eyes and gazed over Randy's shoulder, she watched Lisa Ann begin to disrobe. Her wrap-around dress parted and it fell from her lush body. Sarah sucked in her breath as she looked at the gorgeous body behind Randy. Her mammoth tits spilled out of her sexy black lace and gossamer bra. Gazing lower she saw her slight swell of her tummy and her pussy was covered by a tiny pair of panties that matched her bra and garter belt. Her shapely calves and lush thighs were encased in sheer black stockings. She watched Lisa Ann kick off her heels and when she reached back and popped open her bra, her huge tits nearly leaped from their confinement. Sarah's mouth watered just thinking about sucking on those luscious morsels. She let out a groan when she felt Randy urge her onto her back and suddenly Lisa Ann was on the bed beside Randy, both of them captured one of her own stiff nipples into their mouths.
Sarah arched her back, her dark brown hair was buried in the pillow, the top of her head was flat on the bed as she pushed as much of her tit flesh into the two porn-stars mouths. Her flat belly sucked in and with her hips off the mattress Randy took the opportunity to unzip her tight skirt and they both yanked it down her tight ass and off her body.
Dressed only in thigh-hi stockings and tiny panties, her body was wiggling all over the bed. She was strung tight and was already close to cumming.
Randy reached down and slipped his hand beneath her panties and found her soaking wet. His fingers entered her pussy easily and he slipped two fingers into her down to his palm. He felt her let out a gush of cream on his fingers and her nails dug into his shoulder as he heard her let out a loud moan as she came all over his fingers. As he withdrew his fingers, his hand drew her panties down and off her legs.
Before he could return Lisa Ann saw down between Sarah's squirming legs, her tongue was buried deep in her pussy and her lips covered her entire cunt and she began sucking lightly at first and as Lisa Ann stuffed her tongue deeper into Sarah's bubbly pussy, she sucked harder and harder.
Sarah started cumming harder than she had ever cum before, it felt like her entire cunt was being sucked out through her dripping hole. Sarah was screaming at the top of her lungs as she humped her spasming pussy against Lisa Ann's mouth, she collapsed exhausted and satisfied to the damp mattress.
Randy was stiff as he's ever been. He rolled Sarah over onto her belly and gripping her hips, drew her to her knees. Without giving her anytime to recover from Lisa Ann's mouth, he drove his cock, balls deep into her pussy.
Lisa Ann plastered her lush body over Sarah's. Lisa Ann's pussy was draped over Sarah's forehead and her head. Lisa Ann's huge tits crushed against Sarah's lower back. She began planting hot, wet kisses all over Sarah's tight ass. She spread her ass cheeks and sucked at her puckered hole. She watched Randy's cock drive over and over again in and out of Sarah's pussy. Unable to help herself Lisa Ann reached down and pulled his cock from her pussy and sucked on it. She cleaned all of Sarah's cum off his cock and inserted it back in her pussy and she went back to licking and tonguing Sarah's puckered asshole. She did this four or five times and the last time, she planted Randy's cock at the tight hole and Randy drove into her ass.
Sarah fell to the bed and Lisa Ann and Randy trapped her body to the mattress. She shook violently as she came once again and as she recovered she looked up and shoved a finger into Lisa Ann's asshole. As she captured Lisa Ann's clit, she sucked hard in it and she was rewarded with a swarm creamy stream of cum from her pussy.
Just then Randy pulled out of Sarah's gaping asshole and started cumming all over Lisa Ann's gorgeous face. Spurt after hot, creamy spurt covered her face. She opened her mouth and popped the cock that just came out of Sarah's ass into her mouth as he cleaned the remaining cum that oozed out of his cock.
Lisa Ann rolled off of Sarah and spun around and as Sarah looked up at the gorgeous face hovering over hers. She lowered her face and she groaned as Sarah licked the cum that dripped down her face. She covered Sarah's mouth with her own and they swapped Randy's cum back and forth until all was down their throats and in their bellies.
While this was going on Lex, Willow, Tommy and Bristol entered the wardrobe room where they sought out outfits for Willow and Bristol.
Willow picked up a short navy blue pencil skirt and matching waist length tapered jacket. She located a silky, very sheer, pearl white blouse. She found a sheer pair of dark blue thigh-hi stocking and a pair of dark blue fuck-me heels. She took all of this and a sexy multi-colored scarf into the changing room.
Bristol looked through the wardrobe; Tommy came up behind her with the perfect outfit. It was a super short red and blue plaid pleated wool skirt, a starched white cotton blouse, it too was short and when she put it up to her body, it barely covered her belly. Along with that he had a soft button up navy blue sweater, it had matching knee-hi cable knit socks and a pair of patent leather black shoes. He had a matching navy blue tie to top off the outfit. She smiled at him and whispered thank you, it's perfect. She picked up a plain pair of white cotton panties, making sure she got a pair a size or two smaller than she normally wears. She giggled as she looked over her shoulder; "Don't go anywhere Tommy; I'll be out in a couple!"
Lex got into his airline captain's uniform and Tommy was already in jeans and a tight white t-shirt. They both stopped dead in their tracks when both Willow and Bristol came out of the dressing room.
Willow still had her long light brown hair in a tight French twist. She looked impeccable, the flight attendant outfit looked both classy and sexy at the same time. Dressed all in dark blue, from her sexy heels, dark blue stockings and matching outfit. The tapered jacket showed off her trim waist, her shapely hips and bubble butt. The silky sheer blouse showed hints of her huge tits beneath it.
Their gaze went from Willow to the equally sexy and innocent looking Bristol. Her long silky dark brown hair was pulled back into two long pigtails. Her lips were coated with a dark red lip-gloss and from there it all got interesting and turned both men on to no end. Her plain white blouse and button-up navy blue sweater had to be two sizes too small. Her ample tits were like two high-beamed headlights and they couldn't pull their eyes away. Below that her very, very short pleated plaid skirt was also tight about her waist accenting her gorgeous ass. Her thighs were bare and below that her cable-knit navy blue socks were alluring and innocent looking at the same time.
Lexington Steele was the first to move; "Come on Willow, your aircraft is waiting!"
She took his arm and flashed a smile towards Bristol; "Here goes nothing Bristol, have fun, I know I sure will!"
They walked down a couple of halls and when they entered the large room, they were in the set of a tiny aircraft. It looked disappointing, but when she looked at the monitor and saw what the camera caught and she was surprised that it really worked.
Lex suddenly got into character and Willow saw the overhead cameras light-up, she immediately began to panic. Luckily Lex was professional enough to sense this and within seconds put her at ease; "Take a deep breath Willow and relax. We are the only ones in the room, all of the cameras are on remote sensors and the director is activating them as he deems necessary. We go at our own pace and whenever we fuck-up, we don't have to worry. That will all be taken care of in the editing room. He may come over the speaker once in a while and give his opinion of what to do, or move a certain way, other than that we're give carte blanche. Are you ready, did you have a chance to go over any of the dialogue?"
She nodded' "Yes Lex, I did. I was told it could wing it, as long as I get the main message across, I could speak what I thought was real to me; it would look more believable that way."
"Perfect Willow, well we might as well begin. I'll go into the cockpit and call you in and we can go from there, so here we go, break a leg Willow!"
The fake plane took-off and after getting to cruising altitude the captain buzzed the flight attendant service station and Willow answered; "Yes captain"
"Willow could you bring me and the co-pilot some coffee, one sugar with light cream and one black?"
"Right away captain, I'll bring a couple of snacks too!"
Willow got their coffee and snacks and paused thinking she didn't remember anything in the script about a co-pilot. Taking a deep breath she picked up the tray and approaching the cockpit door, she tapped on it and the camera switched to the cockpit showing the door from the inside. Lexington reached for the door opening it he flashed a smile as Willow entered the cockpit and closing it behind her she handed Lex his coffee. She turned to the co-pilot and sucked in her breath as she saw Sean Michaels flashing her a huge smile.
"Thank you; you're new on this flight aren't you?"
"Yes sir, I'm Willow, Willow Palin."
"No need for the sir crap Willow, I'm Sean, nice to meet you!"
"Will there be anything else? I need to get back for the beverage service to the passengers. I'll check back with you after the beverage cart is put away." She turned and wiggled her hips at the two pilots as she walked out of the cockpit.
Sean let out a sigh and turned to Lex; "She sure has a nice ass and gorgeous legs, I'd sure like to get into her cockpit, wouldn't you?"
Lex laughed out loud; "Sean, you'll never change will you, but I have to agree. I love those gorgeous full lips of hers, I'd love to see her staring up at me with those large brown eyes and that long hair, I'd love to unpin it and watch it tumble over my thighs while she bobs up and down on my cock!"
"Shit Lex, we better cool down, lucky we have the plane on auto-pilot or we'd be going down now!"
Lex laughed again; "Speaking of going down, I'm getting hard just thinking about Willow doing just that!"
Thirty minutes later Willow buzzed the cockpit and Sean answered it; "Yes?"
"Sean, this is Willow, are you two ready for a refill?"
"Sure are darling, a couple of sandwiches would be nice too!"
"Right away Sean, be there in a sec."
He opened the door when she tapped on the door and she placed the tray on the shelf behind them. She handed Sean his coffee and sandwich. She gave Lex his sandwich and when she handed him his coffee, she tripped on his briefcase beside his seat and stumbling forward, she spilled some of the coffee on his lap. Even though it wasn't much, she could tell it was going to stain and leave a visible spot. She hurried for a warm, wet paper towel and stooping over Lex, she began to rub the stain and she stopped, she was shocked as she felt his cock beneath his pants. It began to grow and stiffen. She slowed her movement and was now squeezing more than rubbing as she licked her lips and stared at the growing monster in his pants.
"Oh, oh Willow I think you're making it worse. You've woken him up and now you're going to have to calm him down!"
She looked up at him with those large brown eyes and smiled sheepishly; "Just how am I supposed to do that captain?"
"A sexy stewardess like you, I don't think you'll have a problem figuring that out, don't you agree Sean?"
"No doubt Lex, let's see if she can figure it out!"
Willow continued to rub his pants; she concentrated on his stiff cock. Licking her full red lips, she looked up at Lex; "Maybe of you took them off, I could hang them up and they could dry faster!"
"You'll have to help Willow, I am flying the plane!" Lex turned slightly towards her and watched as her hands popped open the tab on his pants and tugged down at the zipper. His pants parted and he arched his ass off the cockpit seat and Willow tugged at his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear and his stiff cock popped out and swayed in the sexually charged air of the plane's cockpit.
Willow turned to stand and hang up the pants, but Sean placed a hand on her shoulder and held her there; "I'll take those Willow, I think you have to take care of something else down there. You did agree to settle down what you woke, didn't you?"
She looked up at him with an innocent look on her face. She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. She looked back at the stiff, thick piece of black meat swaying back and forth. A tiny drop of pre-cum oozed out of the head and she reached out and spread the pearly white cream around the coal black mushroomed head with her thumb. She slowly closed her fingers around the thick shaft and tightening her grip, she began stroking it slowly with long tight strokes. She slid her hand from base to head. She drew her hand away and seductively wet her palm by licking it up and down several times.
She gripped his cock again and began pumping it up and down and with each downward pump; her head drew closer and closer to the big black club.
Lex let out a groan as he now felt her hot breath on his cock. He thrust his hips upward and the leaking head brushed her hot, wet lips. His pre-cum painted her lips and he watched as her tongue slipped out and licked her lips clean.
Willow paused briefly and squeezed even harder and as slow as she could she drew her hand upward towards the swelling head. As she did this she drew a copious amount of pre-cum from his cock. It flowed over the crown and landed on her hand. Her head dipped lower and she caught the cum from her wrist. Her tongue slipped up and slowly ran around and around the fat head. She drew the string of cum from his cock into her mouth. Her lips parted even further and her lips enveloped the head and her lips were stretched wide to accommodate the fat piece of meat.
She looked up into his eyes and her full mouth spread a little as she tried to smile. Her eyes twinkled and she took an inch or two more into her hot oral cavity. Her tongue whipped around and around the thick black shaft and she allowed a hot thick stream of her saliva out and it drooled down his cock and covered his black nut sack.
Lex could no longer keep still. He dug his fingers in her thick light brown hair and fisted her locks. He pushed down and she willingly took two, three, four more inches of his stiff cock into her throat.
Willow suddenly pulled back allowing his entire cock to slip from her mouth. It was completely coated in her thick gooey throat mucus. She parted her lips and a thick stream flowed out covering his entire cock. She groaned loudly and dipping down sucked hard and drew a good amount of her saliva back into her mouth. Willow Immediately recaptured his cock and now began to bob up and down vigorously on his cock.
Lex threw his head back groaning loudly. He pulled her hands away and gripping her head he began to face fuck her and the obscene sounds coming from her mouth and throat were spurring Lex on even further. He pulled at her hair and it finally began to come undone and it began to tumble around her face. Her long silky hair swished back and forth across his strong black thighs and he lost it. Letting out a loud moan he pulled his cock out of her mouth and began shooting his cum all over her face. Shot after shot painted her face and it made him even harder. He couldn't remember the last time he was even stiffer after cumming.
Willow's tongue was trying to catch as much of his cum onto her fat tongue. Her forehead was dripping with cum and it coated her eyelashes and fell to her cheeks. She scooped up all she could and licked her fingers clean. She let out a shriek when she felt her skirt being pulled down and her panties followed soon afterwards. She felt a hot cock sliding back and forth around her cuntlips. A persistent pressure against her moist slit finally gave way and looking back she watched a naked Sean Michael's bury his cock into her steamy cunt.
All hell broke loose now in the cockpit. Willow pushed back against Sean's invading cock, while Lex worked on the straining buttons on her silky blouse. She continued to run her tongue up and down his cock while she held on for dear life.
Sean reached out and pulled the unbuttoned blouse from her shoulders and tossed it aside. He reached for her huge hanging tits, but Lex was already there. He was tugging at her huge nipples and puckered areoles. He let go of her tits and pulling her by her hair, he positioned her large melons around his cock.
Willow let out a squeal as she felt his cock bump into her chin with his stiff cock as he slid up and down between her massive tits. She arched her back when she felt Sean picking up the pace behind her and she was close to cumming. His balls were slapping against her clit and with each thrust, it brought her closer and closer to cumming.
Sean rubbed her clit from behind and getting his fingers nice and sticky, he slipped first one and then a second finger up her ass. He felt her pussy tighten and clamp down hard on his finger, he knew she was cumming and when she flooded her pussy with her cum and bathing his cock with her cum, he lost it too and started cumming deep in her pussy.
When Willow felt Sean shooting his potent cum in her pussy, she went directly into a second orgasm. She slammed her tight ass against him and rose up and down on Lex's cock. When she felt Sean slowly pull out of her spasming pussy, she released Lex's cock, she stood up and turning pushed Sean into his seat. She immediately took his cum coated cock into her mouth and she sucked up every last drop of the mixture of both of their orgasms.
She quickly brought him back to full mast and standing up slid back over to Lex and straddling his lap, she slowly slid her well-fucked pussy over his enormous black monster and took every inch of him onto her. She fed him her tits and he locked his large fat lips over her huge nipples, first one and then the other. She was going berserk as she bounced up and down, rotating her entire lower body forward and backwards as she rested on his thighs. She fucked like an experienced porn-star and with a little experience, she could be a superstar.
Sean completely stiff now, he stroked his cock as he watched Willow riding Lex's huge cock. His mouth watered as he focused on her gorgeous ass. His finger nearly broke off when she tensed earlier; he could just imagine how tight she'd feel when he shoved his cock in there.
Turning back to the instruments, making sure the plane was still on auto-pilot and sliding out from under the wheel, he slipped in behind Willow and as she slammed her lush body down harder and faster on Lex's huge cock, her hair whipped around and her huge tits bounced up and down. She let out an ear-piercing scream when Sean shoved forward and her puckered hole opened and trapped his cockhead in her tight spherical. He held her gorgeous ass cheeks apart and as she slowed her pounding on Lex as she tried to get accustomed to Sean's cock in her ass.
Lex swept her hair aside and locked his mouth on hers and as he fed her his cock and tongue, he could feel her tightening her pussy around his cock as she started cumming yet again.
Both black pilots pounded the young flight attendant relentlessly and she was so tight, sexy and slutty at the same time and she was so willing to fuck with abandonment.
Lex bit down on her lower lip and whispered; "Ready, are you ready Willow for me to fill you up?"
She grunted and all she could do was pant through her mouth and nod vigorously. She felt Lex explode in her pussy and she was close to cumming yet again, she was so weak she could hardly lean against him without falling over.
Sean felt her asshole tighten around his cock; he knew she was cumming again. He lost it too and filled her ass with his black sperm.
Willow fell against Lex and groaned loudly and shook violently as she felt both of her holes being loaded with black seed. She exploded again and nearly passed out. She felt Sean slowly slip out of her ass and she heard coming out of the speakers; "Cut, that was fucking amazing; we have a fucking hit and new star in our presence!"
Willow just laid against Lex until she regained she strength, after a few minutes, he picked her up like a feather and walked her out of the cockpit and out of the set to a large shower area. He held her as he turned on the water and the hot steamy water washed over the two of them!
In the other studio Tommy was sitting on the large sofa watching the television, the front door opened and Bristol came bouncing into the room and flopped down beside her step-father; "Hey Tommy what are you watching? Where's mommy, I have to tell her about the teacher who made a pass on me today!"
"What, what are you talking about Bristol, who was it? What is his name; I'll go over there and break his neck?"
"No, no it wasn't a male teacher Tommy, it was that witch Sister Francis!"
"Are you telling me Bristol that one of the nuns made a pass on you? What did she do, tell me?"
"Yeah Tommy, Sister Francis tried to kiss me and try and touch me down here!" She pointed to her pussy which was barely covered by her short pleated skirt. Her hand slid up and down her outstretched legs. She parted them slightly and slowly patted her white cotton panty clad pussy!"
"Oh my god Bristol, you shouldn't be doing that here in front of me!"
"But Tommy you asked me what she tried and I thought it would be easier to show you! I know mommy doesn't want me to say those things, especially in front of you and when she's not around, am I wrong?"
"No Bristol, you're right, but you have to remember I AM a man and not being your real father, I sometimes do think about you in ways I'm not supposed to, do you understand?"
She nodded and twirled her one long dark brown pigtail and pouted; "I know Tommy, I've seen you looking at me when you think I'm not aware, but I am. When I see you looking at me, I get all tingly down here!" She points to her pussy and her skirt rode up a little higher, her white panties now have a damp spot on them; "I see how your thing sticks out against your pants when you're looking at me!" She giggled and pointed at the lump in his pants; "Just like that Tommy!"
"Oh god Bristol, forgive me, I shouldn't be having thoughts like this about you, but you are so innocent looking and at the same time, you are so fucking hot looking!"
She sucked in her breath; "Oh Tommy, you said that horrible word, the sisters would wash our mouths out with soap if they heard us say that!"
He shook his head; "Yeah sure Bristol, they don't want you to say fuck, but one of their own want to touch your pussy and play with you, what do you think about that Bristol?"
She bit her lower lip and she pouted; "All this talking about fucking and about how Sister Francis tried to touch me, I'm beginning to wonder if I'm one of those who likes girls instead of men. I need to know Tommy!"
"What are you saying Bristol?"
"Would you, I mean could you?" She looked down and wringed her hands in her lap.
Tommy shook his head; "Bristol, your mother would kill me, she'd kill us both! I still don't know what you're asking of me! I need to hear it from your lips, even then I don't know if we can!"
She slowly raised her head from gazing at her hands; she had a glint in her eyes, one of innocent, also of seduction. A sly smile slowly appeared and she licked her full bright red lips and in a low whisper said; "I want, no I need you Tommy to show me how it is to be with a man. I need to know if I'm a lesbian or if I really like boys, like I think I do!"
"Ohhhhhhhh Bristol, you're driving me mad! You know you could be bi-sexual, you could like both men and women!"
She giggled; "That would be interesting, but I still need to know if I really like men. I'm asking you to show me how it is to be with a man!"
He let out a long breath of air; "That was it Bristol, that was what I needed to hear. Come over here and let me kiss you sweetie!"
She threw her leg over his and straddled his legs. Leaning forward she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and parting her lips, she planted her lips hard against Tommy's.
He pushed her away slightly and shook his head from side to side; "No, no Bristol, this isn't a race, you need to take it slow. Now part your lips slightly and lean forward and let me do the kissing and you need to just feel the kiss!" He placed his lips to hers and the kiss was so light at first, Bristol barely felt it. He pressed a little harder and his tongue slipped out and ran around the pouty lips and he heard Bristol let out a gasp and a tiny moan escaped her throat.
Bristol wrapped her arms around Tommy's neck and her fingers combed through his short hard hair. Her lips parted even more and she accepted his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue as his tongue dipped into her mouth. Her tongue flicked back and forth and her kissing experience began to show, even though she was supposed to act like a novice.
Tommy at this point didn't care she was kissing him back with the experience of someone older than an eighteen year old schoolgirl. For the next several minutes their kisses grew heavier and more passionately. His hands were moving all over her lush body. He pulled at her pigtails, raked his hands up and down her back and down to her tight bubble butt. His hands slid under her pleated skirt and squeezed her gorgeous ass cheeks. Leaving them, he stroked her ample thighs and he felt her part them even further and urged his to slip his hands between them and pet her neglected pussy.
Tommy's hands slipped between their pressed bodies and one by one began to pluck the buttons on her sweater. Getting them open he cupped her large, incredibly firm tits through her starched white blouse. He kissed her deeper when he realized she was braless and her large stiff nipples were nearly burning holes in his palms. The urgency to play with them without any restraints, he gripped her blouse in both hands and pulling hard, the buttons on her blouse went flying and the blouse gave way and he nearly ripped it from her body. Tearing his mouth from hers, he leaned her back and began to maul those two luscious orbs of flesh.
Bristol let out a yelp and a giggle, it quickly turned to a deep moan and groan as he sucked on one huge nipple, while his other hand twisted and pulled at her other nipple. Bristol arched her back; she pushed her large full tits against his mouth and hand.
Tommy moved to the other and sucked on that one while he played with the first one. Back and forth, back and forth he went. He had them completely covered in his spit as he couldn't get enough of these two luscious breasts. He startled her when he stood up and placed her gently on the sofa. He looked down at her; her one leg was on the sofa while the other was hanging off, her foot planted firmly on the floor. Without taking his eyes off of her, he began to strip and before long he was completely naked.
Bristol's eyes were darting all over his body, from his washboard stomach to his thick muscled legs; she loved his very deep tan. Her eyes locked in on his above average sized cock, it wasn't the largest she ever had, especially after Willow's birthday party where she had some monstrous cocks, she knew Tommy's would be more than adequate to satisfy her pussy and get her off for this shoot. She reached out to Tommy and crooked her finger at him and she smiled when he approached her.
Tommy offered her his cock and she rose up slightly and began to lick up and down his deeply tanned cock and before long had it covered in her wetness. She stroked his cock with one hand as she targeted his swollen nuts. She sucked at his balls and her tongue flicked out and her tongue pushed them back and forth and she giggled when she heard him let out a groan. She twisted around on the sofa and hung her head off the seat cushion and looking up at him whispered; "Come on Tommy, fuck my face, shove that gorgeous cock of yours I my mouth and fuck it!"
Tommy didn't need to be asked twice. He knelt on the floor and grabbing the back of her head, he shoved forward and she opened her mouth willingly. He shoved it in and it went it deep. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly, but refused to move away.
Bristol relaxed her throat and took a deep breath and flattened her tongue and allowed him to go into her throat. Her mouth, tongue and throat made some obscene sounds, a cross between slurping and gurgling, it was a whacka, whacka, whacka sound. The best female porn stars make that sound while being throat fucked and Bristol, either mimicked it, or made that sound just from being throated fucked. Her eyes were watering and tears were rolling up her forehead and into her hair. Her drool was thick and streamed up her cheeks and forehead and also into her hair.
Tommy watched in amazement as this amateur was rivaling any experienced porn star he worked with and he could not keep his eyes off her incredible mouth and those luscious tits as they rolled and swayed on her chest. Her huge areoules and stiff nipples were a deep pink and bright red and his mouth watered just hoping to suck on them at least one more time.
Grabbing her pigtails he pulled her head upward toward his body with each thrust he sent, driving his cock as deep as her mouth and throat would accept. He felt his balls slapping against her forehead and nose and he felt as if he was going to cum. He pulled his cock form her mouth and he was dripping with her saliva. He'd had hundreds of blowjobs, but none where his cock was so drenched in saliva before.
He gripped her by the arms and pulled her back onto the sofa, she reclined on the cushions and using the back of her hand she swiped the spit covering her lips and chin. She let out a little scream and wiggled her hips when she propped herself up on her elbows and watched Tommy yank down her plaid skirt. Tossing it aside he grabbed her tiny, tight cotton panties and literally tore them from her lush body. He gripped one shapely leg and threw it up on the top of the back of the sofa. He planted her other foot on the floor. She was basically spread open wide-eagled and his hands resting on her knees, they slowly slid upward and inched closer and closer to her dripping cunt. Leaning forward he took a deep breath, inhaling her exotic scent. Closer and closer he came to her cunt and Bristol felt his breath on her pussy before his lips came in contact with it.
Bristol let out a whimper and then a loud guttural moan deep in her chest as his tongue parted her thick fat cuntlips. He wiggled his tongue and he sank deeper and deeper into her pussy and when she felt his tongue take a deep swipe upward and make contact with her clit. She clutched his head, digging her nails into his scalp; she fell to the sofa and with a long expelling of air, came like she never came before. It was just the beginning, over the next five to ten minutes Tommy concentrated on her pussy, asshole and especially her clit. Bristol came so many times and with such intensity she nearly passed out several times. Unable to take any more she used what little strength she had left and gripping him by the shoulders, pushed and got him far enough away from her pussy where she was able to close her thighs to give her some time to recuperate.
Tommy's face was a mess, his nose, lips, chin and neck was covered in her juices and he moved up to her and she willingly kissed and licked her own cum from his face. After a minute or so Tommy drew her to a sitting position and she weakly wrapped her arms around his neck. He stood up and she wrapped her still weak legs around his waist and he walked down the hall to the bedroom.
Tommy leaned down and planted Bristol on the bed; he followed her and hovering over her, slowly slipped his stiff cock into her weeping pussy. He held it there with just the head in. He caught Bristol's gaze and he smiled; "Bristol I want you to close your eyes and just concentrate on your pussy. I want you to feel me sliding into you. I don't want you to push, pull or tense up, I just want you to feel me entering your body and savor the sensation of me entering you and exiting you, are you ready?"
She licked her lips and her legs were spread wide waiting for him to slide deeper into her. She slowly nodded and whispered; "Oh yesssss Tommy, slide it in now!" She closed her eyes and arched her head on the pillow as Tommy slowly entered her.
Inch by inch he slid his cock into her. He went painstakingly slow and he felt her shutter as he slipped the last inch into her. His balls rested against her tight ass cheeks and holding it there he ground his pelvis against her and he heard her groan as he applied greater contact to her erect clit. Doing it a couple more times, he listened to her suck in her breath and started to cum.
Bristol's pussy tightened around his cock involuntarily and bathed his cock with her creamy female fluids. As her pussy relaxed she felt him begin to slide back out of her. Bristol rolled her head from side to side as she felt him re-enter her and did it just as slow as before. He didn't hold it there as long and now began a steady in and out motion and Bristol finally opened her eyes and stared up at the smiling face of Tommy.
"So tell me Bristol, did you enjoy that?" He didn't wait for an answer as he leaned in and covered her mouth with his own. As he slipped his tongue into her mouth to duel with hers, his cock slipped in and out of her faster, deeper and harder. The whole bed began to shake and move as his thrusts made the entire bed move.
Bristol tightened her legs around Tommy's back and her arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck. She crushed her lips against his and bit down slightly on his lower lip. Her tongue was flicking all around his lips and as she tangled with his, she sucked on his tongue and nibbled at it. Tommy's hands seemed to be everywhere at once. She felt them on her neck, her shoulders, sliding along her lush body, cupping her gorgeous ass and sliding up and down her legs that were wrapped around his body. When he cupped her tits and squeezed and rolled and tugged at her nipples, her cunt tightened yet again and creamed all over his cock again.
Tommy rolled onto his back and took Bristol with him. He had her hovering above him now and gripping her tight ass cheeks; he began guiding her tight, sloppy cunt up and down his stiff pole. He let go and she continued on her own. He began mauling her tits and drawing her down to his face, he sucked on one and then the other tit. He slid his hands up and pulled the pigtail holders from her gorgeous dark brown hair. It tumbled about her body and the thick silky waterfall of hair covered her upper body, face and slid back and forth across his upper body and face.
Bristol was nearing yet another orgasm and she pumped up and down faster and faster. She tensed up as she let go another copious amount of cream all over his cock. She fell against his sweat covered body, her huge tits crushed against his well-muscled chest.
When she did this, her ass rose up and this allowed Tommy the space and leverage to begin pumping up and down into her receptive pussy. Tommy clutched at her neck and kissed her passionately as he pounded her body relentlessly. He was close to cumming and tearing his mouth from hers he gasped out; "Oh fuck me Bristol, I'm going to cum, where do you want it?"
She scrambled off his body and slid down his body. She fisted his cock and pumped his cock up and down as fast as she could; "My face, my face, I want it all over my face and tits! Oh please Tommy cover me with your hot cum!" She continued to pump his cock and took him into her mouth and sucked her own juices from his cock. Her hand played with her clit and just as he began shooting his cum all over her face and tits, she exploded yet again. She licked and sucked at his cock as he continued shooting his cum all over her face. She shook all over as the intense orgasm wracked her lush body and felt completely satisfied as she came and made Tommy too at nearly the exact same time.
Totally spent, she fell to the bed beside Tommy and she licked her fingers clean and scooped up what he deposited on her tits and neck and licked them clean too.
They both heard the overhead speakers come to live, 'That's a wrap, cut and print!"
A few minutes later Sarah, Lisa Ann and Randy came into the room. Sarah smiled at her daughter; "I was watching on the monitors Bristol, you were fantastic. I just hope Willow's performance was half as good as yours Bristol!"
Just then Lex and Willow entered the room, her hair was still wet from the shower and Lex overhearing Sarah replied; "You Sarah Palin have two superstar porn stars on your hands and from what Randy told me, you make it a perfect threesome!"
Lisa Ann laughed; "Don't get her started Lex, she's excellent in threesomes, I can attest to that!"
Lex looked at the three Palin ladies; "I'd love to find out myself just how great you are in a threesome or moresome Sarah!"
"Oh Lex, you have no idea how temping that is, but we need to hit the road soon, we need to be in San Francisco by morning for the morning show there. I definitely will take a rain check, as for a threesome, I'd love to take Willow's place and have a threesome with you and Sean!"
"It's a date Sarah, maybe we can even put it on tape and make a fortune along with some hot steamy sex!"
"We'll see Lex, we'll see. Come on Willow, Bristol, get dressed and we have to head back to L.A. for the shuttle to Frisco!"
The screen went to black and Sarah Palin was standing in the studio; "The three of us hope you enjoyed our fantasy. If you check at your local adult book store, our videos should be out soon. As for Lex and Sean, with our book tour complete, I have them coming up to Wasilla for a visit soon, maybe we'll put that on tape and Fox and Guests will allow yet another one of my fantasies to be aired."
\*
*Stay tuned for the next FFFF involving Dana Perino and Tamron Hall. I spoke with Dana and she told me what it involved and I can't wait to see it, till later this is Sarah Palin signing off!"
Please vote and your comments are welcomed!* |
Fox and Guests Pt. 04D | 12,737 | 4.73 | 830,823 | [] | Dana Perino stood before the camera at Fox and Guests, she looked awesome as always, but she looked nervous. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen my name is Dana Perino and what you are about to see was one of my many fantasies. Over the Christmas break my husband and I spent a week in Japan. While there we went to an exclusive massage salon. We experienced a new type of massage. It was called a Nuru massage. It was so erotic that when I was finished I was so turned on, like I never was before I immediately told my husband I had to experience this Nuru massage myself, that is me applying the massage to another person. I decided I wanted to do this to a woman, what better way than to experience it on Fox and Guest FFFF segment. I checked around and found one of the anchors over at MSNBC was more than willing to experience this massage seeing she had read a lot about it and one of her colleagues had experienced it also in a recent visit to Japan. So without further ado, here is my pre-recorded fantasy, I hope you enjoy watching it half as much as I did making and experiencing it!"
The screen came alive and it was in Dana's New York apartment. The doorbell rang and Dana dressed in a tight black ribbed turtleneck top with a short grey wrap-around skirt hurried to the door to answer it.
Opening it, there stood Tamron Hall from MSNBC and she looked gorgeous. She was wearing a form-fitting black trench coat.
"Welcome Tamron, come on in and take a seat, let me have your coat and I'll hang it up!"
Tamron untied the coat and slipped it from her equally petite tight gorgeous body. Her cocoa brown skin glowed and her super short black hair was exquisite. The sides were very, very short and the top was fluffed and slightly teased. She was wearing the exact dress she wore at the Golden Globe awards. It was a pearly white with thin spaghetti straps leaving her shoulders nearly bare. Her huge D breasts were threatening to burst from the plunging neckline. The dress had a black geometric design across her breast and down to mid-thigh. It was nearly down to her ankles with a large slit from hem to mid-thigh. It was finished off by a wide black belt that accented her tiny waist and tight, compact bubble butt.
"Please Tamron; have a seat, would you like a glass of wine?"
She took a seat of the sofa across from Dana; "Yes that would be fantastic, I am a little nervous. I've read a lot about the Nuru massages, but having one performed on me, well it's a little unnerving."
Dana poured two glasses of red wine and walking over to Tamron, she handed her one and looked down at the gorgeous black woman and her pussy began to moisten just imagining her white body sliding up and down the tight tiny black body before her. She took a seat across from Tamron and began; "So tell me Tamron, before we begin are you aware of the process and everything that is entailed in a Nuru massage?"
She looked at Dana over the top of her wine glass as she took a sip; "First of all Dana, please call me Tam. I've read a lot about it, but why don't you walk me through the process!"
"I'd be glad to Tam, I'd rather you back out before we begin rather than having you run out halfway through the process. The Nuru massage goo is rather expensive and once I open the large jar, I don't want to waste it. Okay so first of all we both get naked and we take a nice long shower together where we get rid of all make-up, oils and perfumes from our bodies. We then hop into the prepared hot-tub where we soak and relax for a while. After that we dry off and I place you in the middle of the bathing area. You'll be on an extra-large inflated air mattress. I'll have a lot of large fluffy warm towels there for you to rest your head on and to place under your back and under your belly whatever side you're on at a particular time. I scoop up a couple handfuls of the Nuru massage goo and spread it over your body and mine. From there you receive an all-over body massage. The difference with a Nuru is that the massage is performed with the other person's body rather than hands. The Nuru goo is odorless, tasteless and non-staining, it's the slipperiest stuff I've ever experienced and it warms from the bodies rubbing against it. I believe you'll love it and once you have one, you'll want more. So tell me are you game or would you like to think about it while we finish our wine?"
A sly smile crossed Tamron's lips and she took a sip of wine and licked her full red lips; "Oh I'm in Dana, just thinking about another female body, especially one as tight and shapely as yours, well I couldn't pass it up. Let's finish our wine and begin!"
They talked for about five minutes. Dana refilled their glasses and they continued to talk about work and both of their recent vacations and soon both glasses were empty. Dana stood and moved over to Tamron. Reaching out, she took Tamron's hand and guiding her to her feet she led her to the bathroom suite. She grabbed the wine bottle and both glasses along the way, just for some added liquid support, if they needed it.
"Okay Tam, from now on you need to follow my instructions. Until we are on the air mattress I need you to act as much as possible like a mannequin, can you do that?"
She nodded; "I think I can, shall we begin?"
Dana kicked off her heels and moved over to Tamron and placing her index finger under her chin, she planted a soft wet kiss on her lips. Taking two steps back she stood before Tamron and grabbing the bottom of her top, she lifted it and pulled it up and over her head. She shook out her short blonde locks and without breaking her gaze with Tamron, she reached back and with two fingers popped open her bra. Shaking her shoulders the straps fell and she tossed the bra on top of her top on the counter. She reached back and popped open the button on her skirt and unwrapped the tiny grey skirt and added it to the growing pile of clothes. She skimmed out of her panties and stood before Tamron naked. She slid her hands across her incredibly taut B sized firm tits and down to the very tiny patch of light brown hair just above her very tight lipped pussy.
She smiled at Tamron and whispered; "Now it's your turn Tam!" She moved behind her and planted a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. Her hands found the zipper on the back of the pearly white dress and drawing it down its track to the bottom, her tiny fingers slid beneath the twin straps and drew them off the light cocoa brown skin. She continued to pull until the material fell below the huge, high standing breasts.
Dana came around to the front of Tamron and slowly sank to her knees. She looked up and licked her lips as she stared at the undersides of the huge black mounds. She reached out and grabbing the dress drew it down, past the flat belly and rounded hips. She tugged again and the material gave way and slipped off her compact, tight bubble butt. The dress fell to the floor and as she stepped out of it Dana added it to the pile of clothes on the counter.
Dana slipped Tamron's heels off and slid her hands up Tam's shapely legs and up to her tight ass. She gripped her tiny thong and drawing it down, she got a whiff of Tamron's excitement and she was staring at the black licorice lips of her pussy. Unlike Dana's, Tamron's pussy lips were distended and swollen from her excitement. The two large winged lips were glistening from her juices already and were beginning to blossom like a rose. She knew she had to get up and get into the shower or she'd never make it there.
Dana took Tamron by the hand and led her over to the huge walk-in shower. It was large enough to hold six people. She hit several buttons and the multiple showerheads began to shoot hot steamy water. Overhead mood lights came on as did the soft soothing music. Dana led Tamron into the shower. She immediately stepped under the spray and her sexy short blonde hair was drenched in water. She led Tamron under one of the sprays and she let out a shriek as her chic hairdo was reduced to a dripping mess.
She settled down once she realized that was nothing she could do about her hair. She let out a long low moan as Dana began running her hands all over her sexy black body.
Dana started at Tamron's shoulders and neck. She massaged and worked the warm slippery soap into her smooth, silky skin. She pressed harder along her tapered back and down to her shapely hips. Up and down, up and down she worked her magic on her back. She leaned against Tamron; she swayed back and forth scraping her own firm stiff nippled tits against Tamron's back. Enveloping her slim body, she filled her palms with the warm liquid soap and began running her hands along her upper slopes of her huge tits. She rolled around the sides and the undersides of her breasts. She caressed more than washed her incredibly flat belly and slid up and down her shapely hips. She slowly inched her way back to her huge swaying tits and she heard Tamron let out a gasp and then a low groan when her hands closed about her full, firm tits and began to rub, squeeze and caress those two gorgeous orbs of chocolate brown flesh. She concentrated on her nipples and rolled them tweaked them and tugged at them gently and Tamron was unable to stand still.
She turned her head and her eyes met Dana's. Her lips parted and she closed them gently over Dana's. The kiss intensified and she raised her hands behind her head and catching the shorter woman's head, she pulled her harder against her mouth and she snuck her tongue into Dana's mouth and she spun around and crushed her large soap covered tits against Dana's smaller, but just as firm tits. Her hands slid down to Dana's compact tight ass and she began sliding up and down the tight crack and she soaped up Dana's back and ass.
Using all of her willpower, Dana pulled back from Tamron's lush body, she was breathing heavily and she slowly sank down to her knees and poring a good amount of liquid soap again in her palms, she began to slide up and down Tamron's long slender legs. Her 5'9" frame was covered in soap suds and Dana was drawn to her juicy pussy.
Her hands inched closer and closer to Tamron's fat lipped winged pussy. Although the dark licorice lips were distended, Dana swiped her fingers back and forth across them and she let out a gasp as she realized just how slippery and juicy Tamron's cunt was. She was leaking profusely and she needed to finish up here and proceed to the hot tub. Standing up she guided Tamron under the spray and she came with her.
The two women slid their hands all over the other's rinsing all of the suds from their sexually charged bodies.
Stepping out of the shower, Dana led Tamron over to the hot tub bathtub. It was already full of hot soapy water. A blanket of bubbles covered the surface of the water and Dana guided Tamron into the steamy tub. Dana settled into one of the seats and drew Tamron down between her thighs, her back was to Dana and Dana drew her against her body and wrapped her arms around the dark skinned beauty. She lowered her mouth to Tamron's long sleek neck and planted a wet open-mouthed kiss on her flesh. Her tongue slipped out and flicked back and forth and caused Tamron to shiver, even in the hot, steamy water. Her hands slid up and down her slim arms and came to rest on her waist. Squeezing her lightly, she pulled her even tighter to her trim, firm body.
Dana's mouth continued to munch on Tamron's soft, yet firm flesh. She pulled off her shoulder and looked up into the dark eyes that were glazed over with a lust that made Dana shiver this time. Her hands slid up her body from her hips to her high, heavy hanging tits. They were buoyant from the water and she ground her ass hard against Dana's pussy when she felt Dana's thumbs rubbing back and forth, from side to side across Tamron's stiff large extremely black nipples. The tens of bumps surrounding the thick nipples popped up stood at attention and when Dana's fingertips rubbed across then, Tamron let out a tiny squeal and her lips crushed against Dana's and she jammed her tongue into Dana's mouth.
Their heads and mouths twisted and slid about as they each tried to crawl into the other's mouth. The kiss grew hotter and hotter and they were gasping and moaning into one another's mouth.
Dana tore her mouth from Tamron's; her legs were splashing around and were now wrapped around Tamron's slender and much longer legs. Letting go of her gorgeous tits, she urged Tamron out from between her legs. She stood up and stepping out of the tub, she took her hand and guided her from the tub. Dana reached out and grabbing a huge heated fluffy towel, she wrapped it around Tamron's tall slender body. She gently, yet vigorously ran the towel over her soft glowing skin. She quickly dried herself off and laying the damp towel down beside the large double sized air mattress, she knelt down on the towel and taking Tamron's hand, she drew her down to the mattress.
"Lay on your belly Tam, here is a warm rolled-up towel to lay your head down on. Close your eyes and relax while I get the bowl of Nuru goo. Now remember this slippery stuff is a little cold, but warms up quickly. It's non-staining, has no fragrance and is tasteless and water soluble.
Dana got up and picked up the large bowl of Nuru slippery oil and placing it beside the mattress on the floor, she knelt down and just before she scooped up the gel, she stopped and stared at the gorgeous body before her. Her hair was still damp; her long slender neck flowed to her slight shoulders and long tapered, well-muscled back. Her mouth watered when she stared at Tamron's gorgeous tight, compact bubble butt. She couldn't wait to slip her hands and body over that tight bootie. She smiled when she took in the long tapered, shapely legs and lastly the sexy and not overly large feet.
She took a deep breath and whispered; "Okay Tam, here it comes! Like I said it will be a little cold at first, but will warm up quickly!" Scooping up two handfuls of the gel, she let it flow over the small of her back and upwards to her shoulders and back down near her sides. Scooping up another two palmful of the gel, she let it ooze out from between her fingers, ran it across Tamron's tight ass and down her thighs and she drizzled it up and down her exposed pussy when Tamron spread her legs anticipating just that.
"Oh fuck Dana, it feels cool on my super-heated skin, but at the same time it feels good to cool me down!" She chuckled; "I know damn well I won't feel cooled down for long!"
"Mmmmm you got that right Tam, hold on to the mattress, here I come!" She ran a palmful of gel down her own body and throwing one leg over Tamron's body she gently lay her body down on top of hers. Planting her hands on either side of her, she slowly applied more pressure to her body and began to slide her own body up and down, up and down Tamron's dark, slippery body.
"Mmmm oh fuck Dana, I never felt anything sooooooo sexy in my entire life, don't stop, don't ever stop!"
Dana giggled; "I don't think I can do this all night even though I'm just like you, I'd love to do this all night!" Her hands began sliding along with her body and ran her hands up her neck and into her hair and she felt Tamron shiver and let out a loud groan. Dana's tiny, tight body slid lower, her stiff nipples scraped across Tamron's tight ass and her legs tried to wrap around hers but it was way too slippery.
Over the next ten minutes she added more of the gel and continued to slid all over her back. Her hands slid between her legs and over time slid two, three, and four fingers deep into Tamron's pussy. Dana had her cum countless times and Tamron was so weak from the intense orgasms, she could hardly move.
Tamron let out a loud groan when Dana scissored her legs between her legs and when their pussies met, they ground each other's clit and entire cunt against one another. The Nuru gel was so slippery that even though they humped each other's pussy, their orgasms built slow and surely built till they both exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm.
Dana fell against the heaving body beneath her and just lay there breathing heavily. After about two or three minutes, she climbed off Tamron and whispered in her ear; "Okay Tam, time to turn over and I'll start on your other side!"
Tamron let out a tiny gasp and even though she had a milk chocolate complexion, her entire body was flushed. She turned over and settled on her back, she adjusted the rolled up towel under her neck and she closed her eyes and held her breath. Her eyes shot open when she felt Dana drizzle the Nuru gel all over her high standing breasts, flat belly, pussy and thighs.
Dana followed up the gel with her hands and she spread a good amount of the gel all over her body as well. Dana's hands now began to slide along Tamron's neck and collarbone, moving to her shoulders and upper chest, her hands became a little more urgent. She moved along Tamron's chest and belly and sidestepped her pussy and completely coated her thighs, calves and feet.
Now completely covered, she slid her body over Tamron's and planting her tinier body on top of Tamron's she started sliding back and forth. She held Tamron's hands at her side and began to grind her tits and pussy harder and stronger against Tamron's tits and pussy. She ground her cunt up against Tam's and she heard her let out a loud groan. She suddenly flipped over and ground her ass up and down Tamron's body. She rolled back over after about five minutes and Tamron immediately wrapped her arms around the tiny white body above her.
Tamron caught her face in her hands and planted a hot passionate kiss on her swollen lips. They both closed their eyes and Tamron's lips parted and her tongue fenced with Dana's. The kiss grew hotter and hotter and their bodies moved and rocked hotter and steam nearly flowed off their bodies.
Dana broke the embrace and slid down Tamron's body, her thick stiff nipple slid up and down Tamron's thick black pussy lips. She slid lower and using her hands she spread her legs wider. He made Tamron let out a loud scream when Dana dropped her mouth and began to suck those large black lips between her lips. Her tongue darted out and she began to stab deep into Tamron's bubbly cauldron. Dana slipped first one, two, three, four and then all five fingers into Tamron's slime covered cunt. She finally worked her entire hand into her pussy and Tamron was going berserk. When Dana twisted her fist in her pussy and her knuckles and fingers scraped across Tamron's G-spot and she bucked like a brahma bull and fell back to the mattress.
She came all over Dana's fist and wrist and when she looked down and saw Dana's white arm sticking out of her black cunt, she let out a loud groan, and fell back exhausted from her intense orgasm.
Dana gingerly slipped her soaked and dripping hand from Tamron's gaping cunt and slid around over her slime covered body again. She settled over Tamron's face, she lowered her dripping cunt to Tamron's face and she felt her tongue diddling her clit and then enter her pussy. She ground her cunt against Tam's mouth as she once again lowered her face between Tamron's thighs and began munching on her sloppy pussy as her hands slid up and down her shapely legs. When she shoved two fingers up her tight black asshole, she groaned and started cumming once again.
Tamron slowly came down from an intense orgasm and worked feverously on Dana's pussy and she too shoved two long black fingers up her ass and was rewarded with a face full of cum and all of Dana's tangy juices.
They were both physically exhausted and they both nearly crawled over to the hot tub and they both mustered as much strength as possible and stumbled into the tub. They slid dead tired into the water and settled in the deep seats.
Dana urged Tamron to rest against her and they lazily stroked and caressed one another as they came down from their intense Nuru massage. Dana tilted Tamron's chin upward and their lips met in a soft tender kiss; "So tell me Tam, what did you think about your first Nuru massage?"
"Mmmmm Dana, it was amazing, I have only one question, when can we schedule another one?"
Dana giggled; "Oh I think I can squeeze you in soon, maybe next time we can invite my husband to join us after the massage!"
"That would be great, but right now I have only one thing to say!" Before Dana could react Tamron pulled back and without warning grabbed Dana by the back of the head and dunked her. When she let her up, the two of them were laughing uncontrollably.
The screen went black and when it came back to life Dana was standing there before the camera; "Well ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed watching half as much was we did making it. I loved the concept of FFFF and I've talked with a few female TV personalities and I have to say, if they are as good as they sound, you'll all be taping them and start a library of these stories. Till later I'm Dana Perino and may you all get what you want in the bedroom!"
\*
*Up next a Classic TV parody - "Three's Company"
As always please vote and your comments are welcomed!* |
Hotel Exhibitionist Ch. 01 | 281,331 | 4.66 | 1,539,000 | [
"wife",
"exhibitionist",
"voyeur",
"hotel",
"nude",
"husband"
] | Kymberly Marsh checked into the Whispering Creek Resort Hotel two minutes after her room became available, just as she had planned. The convention wouldn't start for another four hours or so, but she had things to do before the mixer that preceded that evening's presentation.
After she confirmed her room and picked up her key, Kymberly walked down the hallway to the elevator. The porter offered to take her small suitcase, but she told him it was no trouble for her to take it. She pulled it on wheels behind her.
As she walked to the elevator, Kymberly appreciated the expansive hotel lobby, with its wide, plank-wood floor and fine-grained oak wall paneling. Heavy, wooden chairs and stained glass light fixtures reflected the arts and crafts style in which the hotel had been built nearly a hundred years earlier. For a time, the hotel had fallen into disrepair, but, in the past ten years, new owners had restored it to its earlier glory. The hotel, consisting of seven buildings that sprawled over lush, verdant grounds next to a prize-winning golf course, now was a favorite site for conferences and conventions. Kymberly, a pharmaceutical representative, had arrived to attend an industry convention for the weekend.
At the elevator, she pushed the up button. Her room was on the fourth, and top, floor. She looked at her reflection in the mirror between two elevator doors.
Kymberly was 44 years old, but she didn't look her age. A life of good eating habits and regular exercise had kept her skin youthful and her figure trim and firm. Dark, thick, long hair framed an arresting face, feminine but strong, with bold dark eyes, high cheekbones and square jaw, and lush, full lips.
Kymberly wore a boat-necked knit shirt and a snug skirt that stopped just over her knee. Trim, shapely legs showed beneath the skirt and ended in two-inch black pumps with chunky, forgiving heels -- her travel shoes, as Kymberly called them. Kymberly had worked as a pharmaceutical representative for over 15 years, and she was skilled at what she did, but she knew that appearance mattered in this job, as it did in so many things. As she waited for the elevator, Kymberly's appearance attracted the attention of two men in sport coats and open-collared shirts standing behind her. She saw their reflections in the mirror. One obviously was staring at her butt, and he was elbowing the other one. They seemed to be unaware that she could see what they were doing in the mirror.
"Men," she thought. "They're so predictable. And so clueless."
Kymberly and her admirers got on the elevator together. The two men were going to the fourth floor as well. She kept her eyes ahead of her on the elevator door, but she knew they were checking her out. Men always were checking her out.
Fortunately for Kymberly, she didn't mind being checked out, most of the time. Kymberly liked being looked at, so long as the men doing the looking weren't being too rude or too obvious.
With a metallic sigh, the elevator doors opened. The two men stood to the side to let Kymberly get out first. Kymberly was enough of a traditionalist to appreciate chivalrous gestures, but she was enough of a realist to know that what they really wanted was to stay behind her so they could look at her butt. She knew it looked good, too, in her form-fitting skirt and in G-string panties that left no line in back.
Outside the elevator door, the hallway forked. Kymberly's room was straight ahead. Her admirers turned down the other hallway to the right.
Kymberly had to walk the length of the hallway to the end of the building to reach her room. Once inside, she wheeled the small suitcase to the bed. Her attention was drawn first to the large window that extended the width of the room and from the ceiling to about two feet off the floor. Thick drapes were drawn all the way back. Outside the window, she could see another building of the hotel, about 100 feet away.
The room was spacious, attractive, and clean. To one side was a small desk with a chair, and to the other side was a queen-sized bed.
A package, with an envelope on top of it, lay on the bed. The front of the envelope bore the words "Open Me" in familiar handwriting. Kymberly recognized the handwriting of her husband, Robert.
When Kymberly had decided to attend this convention, she had thought Robert would come with her. But an important business project on which Robert was working required his participation in several time-sensitive meetings on Saturday, the second day of the convention, so he was unable to join her. She would go to the convention alone. Not long before she departed, however, Robert told her over dinner about an idea he had.
"Kymmie," he had said. Robert was the only one who ever called her that. "I'm going to miss you next weekend when you're at the convention. But I have an idea. A kind of game. Something to keep us connected while you're away. Are you interested?"
"What sort of game?" she had asked.
Robert was serious and meticulous about his work -- it was a big part of why he was so successful. But with Kymberly, he could be playful and creative. Kymberly knew that Robert enjoyed her good looks, and enjoyed showing her off. In the last few years he had begun coming up with ways to dress her in skimpy, revealing clothing when they went out. Six months earlier they had gone on a vacation in the tropics, and Robert had convinced Kymberly to spend nearly all her time on the trip in skimpy bikinis or very short dresses. Kymberly resisted playing the role of eye candy at first, but eventually she found that she liked it. She liked how much it excited Robert, and the showing-off games had led to great sex. Plus, Robert's fetish for dressing her up had done wonders for her wardrobe and shoe collection.
After Kymberly had posed her question Robert stared at her. She didn't know what he wanted her to do, but she could tell he was determined to see it through. It would be hard to resist him. It always was.
"I want to keep it a surprise," he had said to her. "Are you game for a surprise? I don't want to say what it is. I want you to trust me, and tell me you'll go along with it. You will enjoy it, I assure you, though it won't always be easy. Can you do that?"
Kymberly had no idea what he was asking her to do, but so far, she had enjoyed his games. She trusted Robert.
"Sure," she had said. "I'll go along. What do you want me to do?"
"I'm not going to say anything now. You'll know when you get there. OK?"
"Well, that's cryptic," she had said. "But O.K."
He had smiled.
"Good," he had said. "I've got some ideas. This is going to be good. Really good."
Two weeks after that conversation, Kymberly stood in the hotel room with the envelope bearing her husband's handwriting in her hands. She tore it open.
"Dearest Kymmie," it said. "I miss you. I wish I could be there. But since I can't, I have a game I want to play with you while you are away. I think you will enjoy it.
"The only rule of the game is this: do what I tell you to do.
"My first two instructions are these: First, take all your clothes off. Second, text me when you have done so."
Kymberly stared at the words on the paper in front of her. Her heart beat a little faster than it had a minute before. She wondered where Robert was going with this. She was alone in her room, so taking her clothes off wouldn't be difficult or risky. She enjoyed playing games with Robert, and there was plenty of time to play before the convention festivities began. She smiled to herself and decided to play along.
She walked to the window and closed the drapes. She unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. She pulled the shirt over her head. Then she unsnapped the bra and tossed it on the bed and pushed the tiny G-string down and off her legs. When she was done, she picked up her phone.
"I'm naked," she texted Robert.
Robert obviously was waiting for her reply because he texted back immediately.
"Good," he texted. "But did you leave the drapes open?"
"No," she texted back. "I closed them before I took my clothes off."
"I didn't instruct you to do that. You are to do only what I instruct you. Now you need to go back to the window, naked, and completely open the drapes to your room."
"What?" Kymberly thought. "I can't do that! It's broad daylight, and people from the convention may see me."
Before she could text her objection to Robert, however, he texted her back. He had anticipated her objection.
"It is sunny outside," he texted. "The sun is reflecting off your window. No one from outside can see clearly into your room."
"How do you know that?" she texted back.
"Because I've been in that room," he texted.
Kymberly didn't know that. He hadn't told her that.
"What? When?" she texted.
"I made arrangements for you to get that room. I've been in it. I also have looked in that window from outside. It will be difficult to see you. Go to the window now and draw the drapes completely open."
"When were you here?" she texted back.
"Don't worry about that," he texted. "Just do as I say. That is the game. You said OK when I asked if you were willing. Play along. You won't be disappointed."
Kymberly walked, naked, to the window. She walked to the side where the cord hung to draw the drapes open. She took a deep breath, and pulled on the cord, hand over hand. The drapes pulled open until she was done. She was pressed against the wall to minimize her exposure. To move back into the room, she would have to move away from the wall and expose herself.
After a few seconds and a deep breath, she did so.
She walked away from the wall, her fully nude body just a foot away from the window. Before she moved farther back into the room away from the window, she looked outside for signs of any person that might be able to see her. The building opposite her was four stories high as well, and it was laid out in such a way that there was only one room on the top floor that had a clear view to her room. The drapes of that room were drawn but she couldn't tell if there was anyone in it -- the light inside was too dim.
Four stories below her, a concrete path curved between the two buildings. Two people walked together on the path immediately beneath her room, but they were looking ahead, not up at her window. It appeared no one could see her. But it was thrilling to stand naked so close to the window, knowing that if someone were in the right place and knew where to look they could see her fully nude body. Kymberly moved closer to the window, pressing her hands against the glass. She shifted her body forward until her the tips of her nipples touched the glass as well. She felt the warmth of the air outside passing through the glass and radiating through her nipples and her breasts.
After holding that position for a minute, Kymberly moved away from the window into the depths of the hotel room. She kept walking until she was in the bathroom, out of sight of the window. She texted Robert to let him know what she had done.
"Good," he texted. "Now, you need to walk to the bed, slowly, without covering yourself. And open the package on the bed. When you are done, stand there, and text me."
She opened the package. It was wrapped in purple paper, and white cardboard inside. She pulled the lid off to see the contents. Inside the package were four items. One was a pair of gym shorts -- form-fitting, very short, colored purple with a black, curved strip on the side.
Another was a sport bra. It, too, was purple, with a black band that hugged the underside of the cup for each breast.
Another was a pair of purple heel socks.
The final item was a pair of workout shoes, in white and black with a purple stripe.
Kymberly smiled. Robert was keen on coordinating colors. And he liked to see her in purple.
She texted him.
"Thank you for the workout outfit. What do you want me to do with this?"
"Go to the window and slowly put this outfit on. Text me when you are done."
Kymberly gathered the workout clothes in a bunch and held them in front of her as she walked to the window. She and Robert had played some voyeur-exhibitionist games before, but nothing as elaborate or as planned as what they were doing now. Robert seemed to have planned and prepared this game meticulously. The thought of where it might lead scared her a little, but it thrilled her, too.
She stood close to the window again, completely naked except for the clothes she clutched in front of her at her waist. Her phone pinged again.
"Are you in front of the window?" Robert texted.
He seemed to be especially bossy with his games today, she thought. But she had to admit that she often liked when Robert took control. She wasn't sure if this was one of those times, but her heart was racing and her skin was tingling, and she hadn't said "no" to him yet.
"Yes, I am!" she replied. "Let me get dressed!"
It was a good thing he was hundreds of miles away. Had he been there he might have threatened to give her a spanking for her cheekiness. It was a threat he usually did not carry out, and when he did it nearly always was with a grin. But even so, she was feeling nervous enough without the added pressure of his physical presence.
She put the shorts on first, without underwear. She leaned over and pulled them up her legs, one at a time. They were small and tight, and she had to pull hard to draw them all the way to her waist. They hugged her buns snugly. She looked out the window and realized that her naked breasts were no more than a foot from the glass as she bent over, and fully exposed. Fortunately, she saw no one below. She looked at the window of the room across from her. She saw nothing. It was the only room with a good view into her room. It was at the end of the building, and to the left the building bent away from hers at an angle, so the other rooms didn't get a straight view to her building. She supposed that the occupant of the room below it could see if they looked carefully. She saw no movement or sign of occupancy from either room.
After donning the shorts, she pulled the jog bra over her head. It, too, was snug. The cups of the bra hugged her ample breasts well, but the bra still was skimpy and showed a lot of cleavage.
The bra took some tugging and adjusting to get it on right. When she was done, she put on the socks, and shoes.
"I'm done," she texted.
She walked over to the full-length mirror to see herself.
Kymberly worked out several times a week, every week, but never in an outfit this skimpy. The shorts looked tiny, with an absurdly brief inseam. The waistband lay shockingly low on her waist and her thighs were exposed almost all the way to her butt cheeks. The bra was made of a stretchy material that was sturdy enough to hold things in place, but it was skimpy too, and left a lot of cleavage. The effect of the ensemble was to show off nearly as much skin as she would show in a bikini on the beach. Kymberly had seen a few girls at the gym wearing similar outfits, but not many, and all of them, she was sure, had been 20 years younger.
She took a full-length photo of herself in the mirror and texted it to Robert.
He texted back immediately.
"You look beautiful. Now it's time to work out before the evening festivities. Do you know where the hotel fitness center is?"
"No, I don't," she replied. "I can look it up in the hotel guide." The guide was sitting on the desk in the room.
"No, don't," he texted right back. "Take your phone and your room key, and go to the front desk to ask them where the fitness center is. Take a selfie in the lobby, then go to the fitness center."
"I can't do that!" she texted. "Everyone is showing up for the convention now. They'll see me!"
"Exactly," he texted. "Everyone will see you. Time to get going."
Kymberly grabbed her room key and phone, but she paused at the room door.
She wasn't sure if she wanted to do this. Robert was getting a thrill from it, and she was excited. But Robert had never played out his voyeuristic fantasies with her to this degree, and she was nervous where they might lead, especially at a convention of her peers and customers. She wondered what Robert had in mind.
She hesitated. She was nervous about not knowing what Robert wanted her to do next. At the same time, if she didn't leave the room, she would never find out. She wanted to find out. Her curiosity -- and the thrill of the unknown -- won out over her nervousness. She opened the door and walked into the hallway, the door closing behind her with a chunk.
She walked briskly to the elevator. She had no desire to loiter in the outfit. The feel of the cool air on her skin reminded her how much of her skin was exposed.
As she neared the elevator she saw the two men who had been ogling her before approach it at the same time, from the other wing of the hotel. She saw their eyes widen when they saw what she was wearing. They paused to let her enter the elevator first, and she knew they were staring at her ass clad in the skimpy, skin-tight purple and black shorts.
In the elevator one of the two men spoke up.
"Going to get a workout? I hear the fitness center here is excellent," he said.
"Yes," she said. "I want to get some exercise before the evening events. Are you here for the convention, too?"
"We are," he said. "Skip and I are from Tolydyne. I hope we see you at the speech tonight."
"I'm sure you will," Kymberly said with a smile. The elevator let out a "ding" as it reached the ground floor. "See you then."
She left the elevator knowing both men were staring at her ass as she walked out.
As Kymberly had expected, the lobby at this hour was crowded with convention-goers checking in for the weekend. Most of them were dressed in business casual clothes -- men in khaki pants and long-sleeve or polo-style shirts, women in skirts or pants.
No one else in the lobby was dressed in form-fitting short shorts and a workout bra, as she was. Kymberly walked to the front desk, knowing her husband wanted her to be dressed this way, and keenly aware that she stood out like a peacock in a flock of pigeons.
Kymberly tried to keep her eyes straight ahead, but she couldn't help but notice the heads that turned toward her to watch her as she walked to the front desk. She saw many eyes widen, a few jaws drop, and at least one woman's thin lips turn down in disapproval.
By the time she reached the front desk, the concierge was looking at her with wide eyes; she had his full attention.
"Where's the fitness center?" she asked. She felt ridiculous asking. She could have found out by looking at the hotel guide in her room.
"I'll show you," he said, and he beckoned her with his hand to come nearer. She did so, and he pulled out a map from behind the front desk and put it on the counter between them. Kymberly had to lean over to see it. By doing so she exposed a considerable expanse of cleavage to the concierge, and she showed off her barely clad butt to everyone in the lobby around her. The shorts stretched incredibly tightly over her bottom. The fabric was so thin it almost felt like she was naked.
"We're here," the concierge said, pointing to one place on the hotel map. It seemed to Kymberly that his finger crawled over the map to the next stop, that he was dragging this out more than necessary. It also seemed to her that his eyes were straying from the map to her cleavage more than was necessary.
"Here's the fitness center," the concierge said at last. "You just go down this corridor past the elevators, then turn right, and keep going and you'll see a sign for it on the right side." He was talking to her but his eyes didn't look at hers; they were moving back and forth between the map between them and the expanse of skin above her workout bra.
"Thanks," Kymberly said, and she turned around. She could have sworn that when she did so at least a dozen faces -- not all men -- turned abruptly away from her. She was aware, more than ever, that, amid a large group of business and professional people checking into the hotel for the weekend, she was the only one dressed in skimpy workout attire.
"I hope Robert likes this, at least," she thought.
As if on cue, Robert sent her another text message.
"Did you get the directions?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Good. Before you go to the fitness center, stand in the middle of the lobby and take a selfie with your phone, with your back to the check in counter."
"I can't do that!" she texted back. "Everyone will be looking at me!
"I have a reputation to keep here!" she texted again before he could reply.
"Everyone will look at you," he replied. "That's a good thing. They will talk about you. They will want to talk to you later. It will help you."
Kymberly wondered about that. She was a 44-year-old woman dressed in not much more than a bikini standing in the lobby of a luxury hotel surrounded by customers and competitors in her industry. She had no doubt that she was the focus of a lot of attention. Men, especially the older ones, would be looking at her with unabashed desire. That didn't worry her too much. It was the women's reaction she worried about. Some might admire her gumption in being so bold. But others might resent her. She couldn't do something that would hurt her ability to represent her company.
But she had told her husband she would play his game. And, secretly, she wanted to play it. A part of her liked knowing that she was the center of attention.
She walked toward the center of the lobby and stopped under a large, Tiffany-glass chandelier. She pulled her phone out and held it as far from her as she could so Robert would see her figure in the little outfit with the check in desk behind her. She snapped the photo and then sent it to Robert. She held the phone and look around her to see if anyone was looking at her taking the picture. She saw more than a few faces turned toward her. Then, with chagrin, she heard a familiar, high-pitched voice.
"Kymberly!" the voice called out from behind her. "Did you get a good picture?"
Kymberly turned around to face her interrogator. It was Kristin Conway, a sales representative from one of her company's main competitors. Kristin and Kymberly had known one another for nine years, and they saw one another frequently at pharmaceutical industry events. Kymberly had long known that Kristin saw her as her arch-rival. Kristin was the last person Kymberly wanted to see right now.
"Hello, Kristin," said Kymberly, her face warm with embarrassment. "Nice to see you."
Kristin looked Kymberly up and down twice. "Nice outfit!" she said. "Is this part of Sintrell's new marketing campaign?"
"Bitch," Kymberly thought. Kristin -- short, blonde, and blue-eyed -- constantly maintained the perky, bubbly manner of a high school cheerleader. But, Kymberly thought, if you looked more closely you could see she moved through a crowd like a shark swimming through a crowd of fish. She always was sniffing for blood in the water. Now, obviously, she thought she had found it.
"No," Kymberly replied. "I'm going to get a workout done before tonight."
"Good idea!" said Kristin. "It gets harder and harder to maintain that figure as we age, doesn't it? But you seem to be doing a good job at it." Kristin was ten years younger than Kymberly, and never failed in their encounters to bring up the subject of age.
"Thank you," Kymberly replied. "Well, I better get going."
Kristin's eyes swept over Kymberly's body a last time.
"See you later," she said. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of people joining you soon to keep you company." She flashed a big smile and walked away.
Ugh, Kymberly thought. The less she had to do with Kristin Conway at this convention, the better.
She became aware again that she was standing in a hotel lobby crowded with fully dressed people, and she was the only one who was barely dressed. She quickly left and started down the hallway to the fitness center. It was time to find out what else Robert had in store for her.
It wasn't hard to find. In contrast with the arts and crafts style of the hotel, the fitness center was austere and modern. Mirrors lined the walls so guests could watch themselves as they worked out. Treadmills, stair climbers, and other cardio machines were clustered to one side in front of several television screens.
Various weight machines were centered in the middle, and the free weights and barbells and benches were set off to the other side.
Ping.
She looked down.
"Are you there?"
"Yes," she texted him.
"Start on the treadmill. After a warmup do some fast intervals so you work up a good sweat. Pick a treadmill in the middle of others to maximize the number of people who can see you."
"He's really thought of everything," she thought. That was Robert -- always a meticulous planner.
There were three rows of aerobic machines, with five machines in each row. Following her husband's instructions, Kymberly chose the treadmill in the middle of the front row. She judged that about half the machines were being used by guests. She felt keenly exposed from behind by the brevity of her skin-tight shorts. She set the machine to a slow setting, set her phone on the console in front of her, and started walking.
In a few minutes, she had warmed up enough to increase the setting and speed. She jogged slowly on the treadmill. Someone occupied the empty treadmill next to her. He was a tall, good-looking man, nice jaw, rumpled, short, brown hair, somewhat younger than she -- perhaps mid-thirtyish.
He took no time introducing himself to her.
"Do you know if you can set these machines to do intervals?" he asked her.
Kymberly thought that was a pretty smooth question. He hadn't said anything about her looks, or anything that was obviously flirty or lewd, and he had appealed to her knowledge of what she was doing.
"Yes," she said. "Just push the PROGRAM button and you'll get instructions about what to do."
"Cool," he said. "I don't have much time and want to squeeze in a good workout before this evening."
He punched the program button and hit a few more buttons to adjust the workout settings. Kymberly kept her eyes ahead of her, on a television screen showing the day's news, but she could see out of the corner of her eye what he was doing.
After he started a slow jog he turned to her again.
"Are you here for the convention?" he asked. She noticed his eyes moving up and down the length of her body.
Kymberly felt embarrassed at the man's stare, but she also thought that if she dressed the way she was dressed she wouldn't be able to avoid men's stares.
"I am," she said. "I'm a rep for Sintrell." She huffed a little between her words as she jogged on the treadmill. "I'm Kymberly."
"Nice to meet you," he said. He flashed a smile full of large, white teeth. "I'm Blaine. V.P., Marketing, Corvadex."
The phone on the console in front of her pinged.
"Tell me what you are doing."
She texted back to her husband. It was awkward doing so while running.
"I'm jogging on the treadmill and being hit on by a VP from another company." She hit the send button with a little glee, knowing that would make him jealous. It served him right for getting her dressed in such a little outfit in front of so many people.
"Good. Just remember. They can look, but they can't touch!"
"Don't worry, dear husband," she texted him.
Blaine was looking at her as she put the phone back on the console. He was checking out her left hand, which bore a wedding ring with a large diamond. It hadn't stopped men from hitting on her in the past, and Blaine didn't look like the kind of guy who would be deterred by it. But it was time to speed up the workout. She punched the buttons to make the treadmill go faster.
Soon she was running at a steady, brisk pace -- not all out, but fast enough to make her breath hard and to force her to pay attention to keep her body up right on the quickly turning treadmill. Her feet turned over rapidly and she pumped her arms. She looked at the reflection of herself in the mirror. It really was a small outfit, she thought, and the purple and black fabric was almost a blur as she ran in place on the machine. Her figure was nearly all taut, firm skin -- thin waist, with no fat, and legs moving fast like pistons. Her breasts, though, looked very full and upright in the sport bra, and they heaved and bounced with every deep, quick breath and step she took.
With a quick glance, she could tell her neighbor, Blaine, who ran more slowly than she did, was checking her out, though trying, mostly unsuccessfully, not to be obvious about it. He wasn't the only one. At least seven other men were on machines around her and most of them gave her at least one admiring glance. She even caught a woman in the back row on a stair climber sneak a peek at her butt.
Kymberly was working up a sweat, now. She knew that was what Robert wanted -- he wanted her to be damp and sweaty in her little shorts and bra top before she moved on to the next part of the workout. At first, she just felt her skin grow warm, but then she felt the growing dampness, and then moisture soaking into the edges of the bra and the waist band of the shorts. She even felt some moisture between her legs, and for a moment wished she were wearing something under the extremely thin shorts. It was too late to do anything about it now.
She kept at the brisk, steady pace for twenty minutes, until she covered in a fine film of perspiration. Then she slowed the machine and her pace to cool down for a few minutes, and finally she grabbed her phone and hopped off the treadmill.
She texted Robert.
"I'm done. And covered in sweat. What now?"
"Do some squats and overhead presses with dumb bells. Then do some bench presses. Get someone to spot you."
Kymberly moved over to the side of the room where the free weights were stacked. Kymberly was a regular gym-goer, and she preferred free weights to machines. She grabbed two moderate dumbbells from the rack and took up a position to start doing some squats. Before she started she saw another text.
"When you do the squats, turn sideways to the room so everyone can see your body in profile."
"My God, he's bossy and kinky," she thought. Her husband was hundred miles of way, hanging on his phone, and thinking about exactly how she positioned herself to show her body off to other people to maximum effect.
She faced sideways to the room, the dumbbells in her hands at her side, and began doing the squats, slowly. She lowered herself all the way, until her thighs were parallel to the ground. She exaggerated, just a little, pushing her butt out behind her and her chest out in front of her. By looking in the mirror at various places around the room she could tell that she was being checked out by other guests working out on their machines. Blaine was getting off his machine and walking over to the free weight rack. After finishing a set of 12 she paused for a minute. She did three sets of squats.
Robert texted. It amazed Kymberly that Robert seemed to have timed her movements perfectly even though he couldn't see her.
"Set up your phone to take a photo on 10 second delay, then take a photo of yourself standing with the weights in your hand and up at your shoulders."
He was making this embarrassing, forcing her to put herself on display and conspicuously take photos of herself while doing it, in front of colleagues and competitors. "Well," she had to admit to herself, "he isn't forcing me. It's my choice to do this."
Kymberly didn't have to follow his instructions. But she enjoyed following them, although doing so was embarrassing. She set the dumbbells down and set up the phone to take a photo on delay. Then she pushed the button, set it on a bench near her, and quickly back away and picked up the dumbbells again.
The flash went off. She hadn't meant to set it on flash, but she had, and now everyone in the room would know she was taking photos of herself.
"Workout selfie, huh?" she heard a voice behind her. It was Blaine.
"Oh, uh, yeah," she stammered. "I take photos from time to time to follow my workout progress."
"Oh, that's a good idea," he said. "Here, I'll take one of you -- it'll be a better photo that way."
"O.K., thanks," she said. She didn't really want to push things forward with Blaine, who obviously was interested, but she knew Robert would like it -- as long as things didn't go too far.
She posed in three different positions while Blaine snapped photos of her with her phone. He handed the phone to her and she checked out the photos. The last one was best: it showed her standing at an angle to the camera, with one arm curled with a dumbbell in hand, up at her shoulder, her bicep flexed and dewy with sweat, and her eyes open wide and lips parted. It was a sexy photo, and for a second she thought it was strange that she had just posed that way for a stranger. But Robert would like it. She hit the keys on her phone to send it to him.
"The man who's trying to hit on me just took this."
She held her phone and waited until Robert sent his reply.
"Very hot, baby. Now ask the nice man to spot you while you do bench presses."
Kymberly thought that she had a very naughty husband. She looked at Blaine, who seemed torn between moving on to his next routine and watching her. So far, watching her had won out.
"Hey, Blaine," she said, "would you mind very much helping me? I'd like to do some bench presses and I need a spotter."
Blaine's face lit up eagerly, and Kymberly knew he wouldn't mind helping her at all.
"No problem," he said. They walked together over to a bench with a bar over it. Kymberly put a weight on either side and fastened each to the bar securely.
"You look like you know your way around a gym pretty well," Blaine said.
"I do this a lot," she said.
"I can tell," he said, with a smile that was not quite wolfish but not quite innocent, either.
After finishing getting the barbell set up Kymberly glanced in the mirror, wondering what she looked like to Blaine. Her eye was drawn down to her shorts, and she noticed with dismay that a pronounced camel toe had formed where the tight and now lightly damp shorts covered the space between her legs. There was nothing she could do without calling attention to it. She knew Robert wouldn't want her to, either.
She lay back on the bench, splaying her legs and planting her feet firmly on the ground. Blaine stood behind her, ready to catch the bar if necessary. From her position, she couldn't see what he was looking at, but she guessed that he was getting an eyeful of the ample cleavage put on display by the skimpy purple and black bra. Or, maybe he was looking at the smooth, taut skin of her abdomen. Or, if his eyes were straying still lower, maybe he was staring at where the tight shorts fabric clung to the skin between her legs, where the seam fit directly over and formed a noticeable gully right over her sex. Kymberly didn't know. It was a little embarrassing, but she had a workout to do, and she hoped he wasn't too distracted to help her if she needed the help.
As it turned out, she didn't need the help; she could get through a few sets without too much difficulty. She was aware the whole time of the show she was putting on in the shorts and bra. Pressing the weight caused the muscles of her chest to contract, accentuating her cleavage. She also found herself clenching her butt on the upstroke, which caused her hips to rise slightly and to stretch the thin fabric even more tightly over her pubic mound. She noticed that another man had started lifting dumb bells a few feet beyond the end of her bench, and he must have been getting quite a view between her spread legs.
She finished and sat up and looked around, and she had the sneaking feeling that about half a dozen of the gym goers suddenly had averted their eyes away from her.
"Good job," Blaine said behind her.
She twisted backward to say "thanks" and she caught him staring at her still heaving chest.
"Thanks for your help," she said. Then she picked up the phone at her feet to text Robert.
"Time to stretch. Include planks and leg lefts and do some with your legs stretched open."
Robert is going to get me in trouble, she thought.
Robert wanted her to show her off to the guests in the crowded fitness room during her cool-down stretching. Kymberly figured that the way to do it without looking overtly like she was showing off was to look like she knew what she was doing and move through the stretches quickly. Fortunately, Kymberly, through lots of gym experience, knew what she was doing.
She walked over to a mat nearby and lay on her back. Then she planted her feet on the ground and lifted her butt as high off the ground as she could, clenching her glutes. She straightened her body, and she knew the front of her body was lifted high and on display for everyone -- her bra-clad breasts, lean torso, and, most of all, her lycra-clad pubic mound, still noticeably grooved down the middle and sculpted by purple and black lycra. She held that position for a minute.
She flipped over and got up on her toes and elbows, holding her body straight in a plank position. Now her perky butt was on display. Then she alternated taking each leg off the ground, first raising it as far back as she could, and then holding it out straight as far to her side as she could. She felt the muscles of her core tensing with the strain of holding the position, and she felt the muscles of her butt contract as well.
Kymberly had done all these stretches in gyms before, and she often had been aware of the glances she would get from men working out nearby -- sometimes subtle, sometimes completely obvious. But she'd never worked out in a gym in an outfit this skimpy. Through her side vision she could tell she was getting lots of glances, and a lot of them weren't subtle at all.
She stood up and moved to the wall to stretch her calves, and she pushed her butt out and put it on display again. Looking in a mirror to the side of her outstretched hands against the wall, she saw glances being cast her way. Her admirers included Blaine, who was sneaking peeks at her while curling dumbbells that looked too heavy for him. She thought he probably was trying to impress her.
Next, she lay back on the mat and raised her legs straight and pressed together in the air. She brought her toes back, back, back, until they were over her head, and then she spread her feet apart. In that position, she knew the little shorts were riding far up her thighs, and she could feel the exposure of skin at the edge of her butt. She knew the thinly-covered gap between her legs was on view as well. She held that position for a minute and then brought her legs back to the ground.
After a few more stretches she was done. She texted Robert.
"I'm done with the workout." Then she texted what stretches she had done so he could imagine her doing them.
"Good," he texted back. "Time to go back to the room. Let me know when you get there, and then take a shower."
"I'm heading back to my room," she told Blaine, who looked disappointed that she was leaving.
"I'll see you later this evening," he said.
"See you then," she said. She stood up, toweled off the bench, and left the fitness center.
By now nearly all the guests had checked in for the weekend, and the hotel corridors were crowded with people. She caught dozens of people -- mostly men but some women too -- staring at her sweaty, scantily clad body as she made her way back to her fourth-floor room.
Once back inside the room, Kymberly texted Robert that she had arrived. She kicked off her shoes and peeled off the socks and bra, and then finally pulled the little shorts down her waist and legs until it lay on the floor. She scooped up the sweaty garments and put them in a compartment in her suitcase. Then she walked naked to the bathroom and started her shower.
Kymberly thought about what Robert had made her do. It embarrassed her, a little, to know she'd put her figure so boldly on display before so many people, and it was doubly embarrassing that these were people in her industry, people with whom she did business or from whom she would try to solicit business, people that she would be socializing with over drinks and dinner later that evening. But the exposure excited her, too. And it was doubly thrilling that she'd put herself in Robert's hands, leaving it to him to decide how and when she would be exposed.
She wondered what was going to come next. Already Robert had pushed her exhibitionism boundaries beyond where they'd been before. It was hard to imagine what more he might ask her to do. Whatever it was, she was enjoying the game and wanted to keep playing it. But knowing Robert, he had planned a lot more. It made her nervous to think about what it might be.
After thoroughly washing her sweaty body, Kymberly rinsed herself off. She stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with the plush hotel towel.
She heard the ping of her phone again and picked it up.
"Are you done?" Robert texted. "If so take a selfie in the bathroom mirror and send it to me."
She dropped the towel and held the phone up in front and a little to the side of her. To spice up the show she stood with her legs apart and one hand on her head, her hip cocked to the side. Kymberly appraised herself in the mirror. Looking pretty good, she thought. She hadn't showered long enough to steam up the mirror so it was a clear shot. Only a few days before the convention she had scheduled a full Brazilian wax job, so she was showing a lot between her legs. She knew Robert would like it. She sent it to him.
"Very nice, darling," he texted in reply a minute later. Now take the blow drier and walk out into the room and dry your hair. Stay naked with the window open. Text me as soon as you are done."
She thought about that. It would take quite a few minutes to dry her hair, and she would be taking a bigger chance of someone outside seeing her if she stood naked in front of the window so long. But she had started the game, and she was going to see it through, if she could. She stepped tentatively out of the bathroom into the well-lit hotel room, dryer in hand. An outlet was on the wall next to the desk, so she plugged it in there, stood facing the window, and dried her hair. She grabbed a brush off the desk and brushed it as she dried it.
Standing there with her arms up and hands full and over her fully nude body, Kymberly was both nervous and excited about her exposure. No one could see her, as far as she could tell, but there was nothing to stop someone from seeing her like this if they were standing in the right place and looking in the right direction. It was thrilling.
She thought she saw movement in the room across the way. It was difficult to tell, because the light wasn't on in that room and she couldn't see clearly into it. She peered carefully into it, but she didn't see anything more. Her eyes might have been playing tricks on her.
After a few minutes of standing, exposed, she finished drying her hair and texted Robert that she was done.
"Good. Now, pull the clothes you are going to wear out of the suitcase onto the bed, but don't put them on yet. Stay naked."
She lifted the suitcase and put it on the bed and unzipped it. She pulled out the dress she intended to wear that night, and a bra she had brought as well. She looked for the panties she intended to wear as well.
A knock sounded at the door. Then a man's voice.
"Room service."
Kymberly hadn't expected that. "Just a minute," she called.
A bathrobe hung in the bathroom, and she moved toward the bathroom to put it on, but she thought she should let Robert know first, since part of the game was not getting dressed without his permission.
"Room service at the door. I have to get dressed," she texted him.
His reply was immediate.
"Do not get dressed. Stay naked, open the door for him, and wait for my next instruction."
"What?" She thought. He had never gone this far. It was one thing to wear a skimpy outfit to the gym, or to stand naked in front of the window when no one was looking, but it was another to open the door for a man and invite him into her room while she was naked.
"Hello?" called the voice outside the door. "I have a package."
"Just a sec," she answered him through the door. She hadn't expected a package to be delivered. Robert must have sent it, which meant that its delivery by the porter was part of his game.
He had planned to expose her naked body to the porter from the beginning. Goosebumps popped up on her arms at the thought.
Kymberly wondered what Robert had in mind for her.
She stood next to the door, fully naked, with one hand on the door handle and the other still clutching the phone. Could she do this? She had enjoyed Robert's games up to this point, and she enjoyed the mild exhibitionism he had put her through. But this was a whole new ballgame. She was trembling with nervousness. She wasn't sure she could go through with it.
Her mind was a frenzy of calculations to decide if she could, or should, keep playing Robert's game.
The porter didn't know her. He wasn't a guest or someone whose business she was trying to win. If he saw her naked, he probably would be discreet. Even if he told other hotel employees about her, all they would know is that he'd seen an unnamed naked female guest in one of the rooms. It was embarrassing, and it was something she'd never done before. But it wasn't that big a risk, was it?
What the hell, she thought. She opened the door.
Whatever Robert's game was, the hotel porter wasn't in on it, because his eyes bugged out in surprise when he saw her standing naked in her room. He was young, she noticed -- probably in his early 20s.
"Come in," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
She stood aside while he walked in the door with a large rectangular package in his arms. In the narrow room entry, the porter's shoulder nearly brushed against her exposed and erect nipples. She shut the door behind him and was grateful when she heard it close, knowing at least that no one else could see her naked. He turned back to her.
"Um, where do you want it?" he asked, hesitation in his voice, and his eyes scanning her body.
"Just put it over there on the bed," she said. Kymberly was surprised how firm her voice was. Five minutes earlier, she would have thought she would die of embarrassment to show a hotel porter her naked body as she was doing now. But she didn't die. On the contrary, her nudity in front of the porter, though unfamiliar and somewhat nerve wracking, excited and emboldened her.
The porter walked the package over to the bed. He seemed to be in no hurry, obviously wanting to delay and to see as much of Kymberly as he could before she ushered him out of the room.
Robert's next text came.
"Next part of the game. Give your phone to the porter and ask him to take 5 photos of you. Tell him he gets to choose the position for each photo."
"Oh no," she thought. Robert kept ratcheting up the exposure and embarrassment.
The porter had left the package on the bed, and was standing beside it, looking at her, trying not to be too lewd about it, but unable to keep his eyes off her nude body. He seemed to be waiting for a tip, as well.
"He's going to get more than a tip," Kymberly thought. "Robert, I can't believe you are making me do this."
Kymberly stood before the porter, completely nude, and keenly aware of her nudity. She struggled to make eye contact with him in her current state, but with effort she did.
"Can you do something for me?" she asked him.
"Ah . . . ah . . . sure," the porter said, his eyes uncontrollably running all over her nude body.
"Um," Kymberly said. "This is kind of a funny request. But . . . but, can you take five photos of me, and tell me what position you want me to take for each photo." She held her phone in front of her.
The porter didn't seem to get it at first.
"Wait a minute. You want me to take your photo?" he asked. "And you want me to say what position you should take? Is that what you want? I get to pick the position?"
"Yes," Kymberly said.
"O.K." he said. He didn't need further convincing. He took the phone from her hand.
They stood and looked at each other.
"Go ahead and tell me what position you want me to take, and take a picture of me," Kymberly said.
"Um. O.K. Put your hands on your hips and smile at me."
Kymberly did as the porter asked, and she pushed her hip to one side. She spread her legs out just a little. She gave the porter a big smile. Striking this pose, she fully exposed herself, but not in a lewd way.
Robert liked taking photos of Kymberly, so she had become accustomed to posing nude for him. But until now she had never posed nude for any other man. It was thrilling but strange, especially because her husband had arranged it.
The porter took the photo of her.
"Wow. That's great. O.K. How about if you turn around. Now look over your shoulder back at the camera. That's great."
Kymberly turned her butt-side to him. She pushed her butt back toward him, just a little. She wondered how much she was showing between her legs. She looked back over her shoulder at the awe-struck porter and smiled at him.
Snap. Another photo.
She stood with her back to the porter, waiting for his next instruction. She could tell from his hesitation that he wasn't sure what to tell her to do next. His eyes settled low on her butt, and she guessed that she was showing something between her parted legs.
"Um," he said. "Could you . . . could you sit in that chair?" he asked her.
She turned around, facing him, knowing that she put her breasts and her shaved pussy on display. She pointed to the chair next to the desk.
"This one?" she asked.
"Yeah, that one," he said.
She sat down in the chair.
"How do you want me to pose?" she asked.
The porter was nervous and obviously did not know what to say or how far he could instruct her.
"Ahhh . . . sit back in the chair. Put your hands, um, behind your head. And . . . open your legs a little bit."
Kymberly did as he asked. She posed as he instructed and looked straight into his eyes. He took the third photo of her.
Kymberly's embarrassment was fading quickly. She enjoyed sitting nude and exposed for the porter. Twisting and posing her naked body for him sent delicious chills through her.
"You have two more," she said to him. "How would you like me to pose?"
Kymberly felt herself getting more comfortable as she watched how nervous the porter was.
"Ah . . . I get to choose how you pose, right?" he asked.
"I'll pose however you want me to," she said to him, without taking her eyes off his.
"You're sure?" he asked her. "I get to pick the pose?"
"You get to the pick the pose," she replied.
"O.K. then. Umm. Then, uh, scoot forward in the chair a little. Like that. And put your legs up. In the air, and then spread your legs apart."
"You want my legs in a spread-eagle position?" she asked him.
"Yeah . . . yeah . . . that's right."
As nervous and embarrassed as Kymberly was -- or had been -- the porter obviously was even more so. She thought she saw his hands shake as they clutched the phone.
She did what he asked. She held her thin, sculpted legs high in the air, spread apart, in the shape of a V. She knew that the porter could see everything between her legs now. Inside her a voice told her she shouldn't be doing this, that she should feel ashamed and mortified, but whatever embarrassment she felt was outweighed by the thrill running through her body, and the desire to keep playing her husband's game. She felt excited and aroused. She knew the porter could see both her open vulva, waxed and smooth and completely bare, and her asshole, too.
"Is this what you want?" she asked him.
"Yes. But, uh, one more thing. Could you . . . could you put your hands under your butt . . . on either side like that . . . yes, like that . . . and . . . uhhh . . . could you pull . . . could you pull your pussy open?"
Kymberly reached her hands down on either side of her butt cheeks and, using her fingers, pulled her labia apart. She didn't look down at what she was doing. She kept looking into the porter's eyes.
"Like this?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said, but he didn't take the picture right away.
"I think you should go ahead and take the photo," she said. But even as she spoke, she began running the forefinger of her right hand up and down slowly and just inside the inner right lip of her pussy. She could feel the moisture under her fingertip; she was becoming more aroused and growing moister with every minute. While she traced her finger along her moist slit, up and down, up and down, she did not take her eyes off the porter's eyes. His concentration obviously was shaken. Though he held the phone up near his face, his eyes were fixed on the movement of her finger on her pussy. He seemed to have forgotten he was holding the phone.
"Do you like that?" she asked him. She tried to make the question sound sweet and innocent rather than lascivious.
"Yes. You are . . . so beautiful," he said.
"My pussy likes being looked at," she said.
She gave him a little more time to enjoy looking at it and then spoke up again.
"My pussy wants to have its picture taken," she said.
He came to, shaking his head a little.
"Sure, sure, sorry," he said.
Snap.
After he took the photo, the porter kept staring at Kymberly in that position, with her legs spread wide and her pussy open to him. Kymberly had to prompt him again. She stayed in the same position, not moving. She kept moving her finger lightly over and just inside the lip of her pussy, opening it and exposing it a little more even as she kept tracing the finger up and down.
"What pose do you want me to do next?" she asked. "It's your last one. Better make it good."
"O.K.," he said. "Could you turn around in the chair, and put your arms on the back of the chair . . . like that, and spread your legs a little . . . and scoot your butt out a little more. Like that. Tilt your butt up to me a little more. Like that. That's good. Now look over your shoulder back toward me."
It wasn't an easy pose in the little chair, but Kymberly did her best. She spread her legs as wide as she could in the small chair, and she tilted her butt up toward the porter. She knew everything between her legs was on display for him.
"Like that?" she asked him as she looked back over her shoulder toward him.
"Yeah, just like that," he said, his voice quavering. "One more thing. Could you reach your hand back, and put it on your butt, and . . . uh . . . pull your butt cheek to the side so I can see your . . . uh . . .."
"My pussy?" she asked.
"Yeah, your pussy. Pull your butt cheek to the side so I can see your pussy better."
She did so. She knew that in this position, and particularly with the cheeks of her butt spread apart, her pussy was fully on display, wet and open, and every detail of her asshole would be on view to him as well. It excited her to be so fully revealed, and she let out a sigh of pleasure that she knew he could hear.
Once again, he didn't take the photo right away. It was his last one and she knew he'd want to drag out the scene and enjoy it as long as he could. She let him. She held herself wide open for him and started wiggling her butt slowly from side to side.
She didn't rush him, and it must have taken at least another minute before she heard the click of the phone camera. But, finally, she heard it.
He'd taken the last photo.
She stood up from the chair and approached him with her hand out, beckoning for the phone. Her firm, naked breasts were no more than a foot from his chest.
"May I have my phone, please?" she asked him, sweetly.
"Can I send one of these photos to myself?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, but no," she said. "You'll have to settle on memories."
"They'll be nice memories," he said to her as he handed over the phone.
She took the phone and then turned around faced the desk, where her purse lay. She bent over, keeping her legs straight, to give him another clear view of her ass and what lay between the cheeks of her ass, and she pulled cash out of her purse to pay him a tip. It was a big tip.
"This is just between us," she told him.
"Just between us, ma'am," he said. Then he turned around and left the room.
She closed the door, turned around, and pressed her hands against it behind her.
"Oh, my God," Kymberly thought when he was gone. "I can't believe I just did that."
She collapsed on the bed and lay on it, scarcely believing what she had just done.
She held the phone over her and texted Robert.
"He's done, and he's gone now."
"Send me the photos," he texted back.
She sent them to him, one by one. He didn't reply until a minute had passed since she had sent the last one.
"Wow, baby," he texted. "You look fantastic. You put on quite a show."
"I can't believe I did that. Did you tell him what poses to have me take?"
"No, I didn't. He didn't know anything. You and he bear total responsibility for the photos."
"How do you feel?" he added.
She had to think about that before replying.
"I'm in shock about what you made me do. You made me show off my body to almost the entire hotel, and then you had me get spread-eagled and naked in front of the porter!!!" she texted to him.
"I didn't make you do anything, baby," he replied. "I asked you to play a game and you chose to play. Every step you've taken in the game is a step you chose to take.
"You like the feeling, don't you? Admit it." He added.
"I'm embarrassed but I kind of like it," she replied.
"Are you aroused?" he texted.
She didn't have to think about that. She knew the answer.
"Yes, I am," she replied.
"Touch yourself, and take a photo of yourself being touched, and send it to me," he texted.
"You are a very kinky husband," she replied. But she did as he asked. She put her left hand down between her legs, using her fingers lightly to mash and spread apart her damp lips. With her right hand, she held the phone out and snapped a photo of herself. Then she sent it, not stopping the rubbing down between her legs.
He didn't reply right away, so she lay on the bed longer, naked, legs apart, gently caressing herself and letting her thoughts drift. Then she texted her husband again.
"I'm going to have to get ready for the evening mixer and the dinner soon. I assume we are done for the evening?" She looked at the phone and waited for his reply.
"Oh no, baby," he texted back. "We've just gotten started. I have lots of plans for you."
"Lots of plans?" She thought. "What? What more could he have planned after that last episode with the porter?"
It was beginning to dawn on Kymberly that when she had agreed to play Robert's games for the weekend, she had had no idea what she was getting into.
To be continued . . . |
Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 04 | 33,407 | 4.72 | 454,713 | [
"romance novella",
"romance drama",
"drama",
"tim",
"julia"
] | *Note: I warned that there would be a chapter or two with no sex in it, and I don't make empty threats. This is one of them. Don't worry though - there is plenty of heat, so I don't know if you'll even notice the lack of sex. If you're simply reading for a quick stroke, you haven't made it this far anyway. Even still, I promise the next chapter will make up for it.
Special thanks go out to my two regular editors, LilTexasSexFiend and AnInsatiableReader, for making this infinitely better than it was when I first wrote it. As always, let me know what you think, through voting, comments or private feedback. All three works too! ;-) As I said, this story will go up with one chapter posting daily until it's all uploaded, so don't get too mad about the cliffhangers. Enjoy!*
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Just as Tim turned the TV on, he wished he hadn't.
"No!" he shouted, as if some microchip in his monstrous plasma TV could hear him and do something about it.
Apparently, the last time he'd been in his second-floor game room, he'd been watching NBC, because Sunday Night Football sprang to life. The Cowboys and the Redskins were playing, and as a casual Cowboys fan, Tim had a mild interest in the outcome of the game. He'd never lived in Texas, but both his parents had grown up within two hours of Dallas. Even when they'd moved to Kentucky and then North Carolina to pursue his mom's coaching career, they always loved the Cowboys and raised both their children to love them, too. Now that he worked for the Panthers, he was a Carolina fan through and through, but he still rooted for the Cowboys when they played anyone besides the Panthers.
Still, he could check the score later.
"No more fucking football today!" he exclaimed, hitting random numbered buttons on the remote until the channel changed. That wasn't something you'd normally hear out of his mouth, but he'd pretty much had his fill of the game over the past two days.
His hectic sports extravaganza weekend actually began on Friday, when he'd ridden on the Hurricanes' team bus to Washington, D.C. for a game against the Capitals - he had begged the coaches to let him fly the team up, but it was some kind of preseason team-building exercise. After six hours in something that was only marginally more comfortable than the big yellow busses from his childhood, Tim no longer wanted to be part of the team.
He had grabbed a seat on an MHC charter from Washington back to Charlotte Friday night, though, because he had to be in Raleigh for N.C. State's big game with North Carolina at noon Saturday. Carlos had again played fumble-free, and the Wolfpack had edged out the Tar Heels by three points. Pat Kersee played an inspired game from his right tackle position, although for whatever reason, he found it hard to maintain eye contact with Tim.
The next day was a Panthers' home game against the Tennessee Titans. NFL games only took three hours - four at the most - but it was an all-day process. He'd driven to Charlotte at 8 a.m. for a 1 p.m. kickoff, and had just barely returned home 30 minutes ago, well past the sun's bedtime.
He hadn't really had much time to even think about Julia. Well, that wasn't true. He'd stormed out of her house Wednesday night and all day Thursday, he hardly thought of anything else. Once Friday began, it had been easier to shift her to the back of his mind while sports occupied center stage, but since he'd left Charlotte for the ride back home, she hadn't left his mind.
Instinctively, he knew it was time to call her. Tim got up off the couch and went to get his phone off the table by the door to the study, but he heard his front door close downstairs. Before he knew it, his heart was doing double-time. Had she finally gotten tired of waiting for him to return her calls and just decided to come out here? He hoped so.
"Dude, where the fuck are you?"
Tim's chest deflated a little bit as J.T.'s voice echoed through his house.
"Upstairs," he called out. Tim heard him start up the stairs, but the footsteps were too plentiful to belong to just one person. A few seconds later, J.T. opened the door and came into the room, followed by his fiancée, Sheila.
"Wow," J.T. said. "You look like hell."
"Thanks," Tim answered. "That means a lot, coming from you." J.T. plopped down on the couch next to him, and Sheila sat on J.T.'s other side. J.T. was one of three people with a key to his house, and two years later, Tim still didn't know why he had ever agreed to give him one.
"Dude, why is your TV on the Home Shopping Network?" J.T. asked. Tim looked up for the first time since changing the channel. Sure enough, his best friend was right.
"Looking for something large and blunt I can use to crack you over the head," Tim replied. Sheila laughed heartily.
"Yeah, I guess that's what it would take for you to knock me out," J.T. said, grinning.
"Nah, I think we both know that's not true," Tim said. "Anyway, I just changed channels a bunch to get away from football. This is where it landed."
"Wow, never thought I'd hear that from you," J.T. said. "Our boys looked good today, though, didn't they?"
"Yes," Tim nodded. J.T. and Sheila had been there, in their customary seats on the home 40-yard-line, and they'd definitely seen a show. The Panthers quarterback had thrown for three touchdowns, and Carolina's defense held Tennessee's Pro-Bowl running back to just 37 yards and no touchdowns. Carolina had won 31-10.
"Has she called you yet?" Sheila asked. Tim rolled his eyes.
"Are we really going to talk about this now?" Tim answered, exasperated.
"Yes, we're really going to talk about it now," J.T. said. "If we don't talk about it now, we're never going to talk about it."
"I choose option B," Tim replied, dryly.
"Has she?" That was Sheila again.
"You know, sometimes, you act like a female version of him," Tim said. "And despite what he says, that wasn't meant as a compliment."
"And by no means am I taking it as one, Tim," Sheila answered. "But seriously, this has gone on long enough."
Sheila had been Julia's best friend for a long time. Tim didn't know how long, exactly, but neither of them ever talked about a time when they didn't know each other, so he assumed it was at least 10 years. Sheila's father was one of the area's top pharmaceutical executives, and J.T. had been the pilot for one of their family trips. He met her just a few weeks after Tim and Leira broke up. About a year after they started dating, Sheila started pressuring Tim to let her introduce him to her best friend, but Tim had refused to give in. Finally, J.T. had popped the question - for reasons Tim still didn't comprehend, Sheila had accepted. Even a year and a half after Leira, Tim was still in no mood to go to any engagement party, but since it was J.T., Tim had grudgingly agreed to make an appearance at the picnic they'd planned. Of course, it was a setup - Tim hadn't been at the park for five minutes when Sheila walked up to him with Julia. The thought actually made him smile a little bit.
"You're her best friend," Tim answered. "You know she's called."
She'd actually tried to call seven times since Wednesday night; twice in the time it took for him to get home from her apartment, and twice more on Thursday. She'd dropped down to one phone call per day the past three days - just enough to leave a voicemail saying she was sorry. Truthfully, he hadn't even listened to the last few voicemails.
"Why won't you talk to her?" Sheila asked.
"She told you what happened, right?" Tim knew she had, and he also knew Sheila had told J.T. Sheila nodded, so Tim continued. "Then, you know that, too."
Neither J.T. nor Sheila said anything, and finally, the silence grew too uncomfortable for Tim.
"C'mon, guys," Tim said. "I'm still pissed about what she did."
"Is that all of it?" J.T. asked.
"That's not even most of it," Tim answered. "Three pro sports teams and a college pay me to have a mastery of the human mind, and I can't even rein in my anger for two fucking minutes? And besides that, it seems like lately, I can't open my mouth in Julia's direction without hurting her."
"Not according to what she says," Sheila answered, the smuggest of grins on her face. Tim couldn't help but laugh - J.T. was damn near ready to fall off the couch.
"Well, I'm glad I get good reviews," Tim answered, "but you know what I meant. Anytime we have a conversation, I say something that upsets her. She doesn't deserve that, Sheila. No one does, but most of all, Julia does not deserve this."
J.T. had made a smart move, bringing Sheila over for this conversation. Tim wasn't in the mood to talk about any of this, and if it had just been J.T., he would have stonewalled till his best friend gave up. Tim was always nice to Sheila, though, and she had a way of getting people to open up.
Of course, now she turned things over to J.T. Great, Tim thought.
"Tim, I've been thinking about this, OK?" J.T. replied. "I know I don't have a Doctorate in sports psychology like you do, and I'm really not the person to talk to for relationship advice - it took me six or seven tries to find a woman I can be with long-term, and even then, I'm pretty sure she wants to kill me most days."
"Not most," Sheila answered. "Just some." Tim couldn't help but grin.
"Yeah, see?" J.T. replied. "Not exactly a ringing endorsement of my male-female relationship comprehension skills. But... you gotta promise me you won't punch me in the face when I say this."
Tim's grin widened. "Now, why in the bloody hell would I make a promise like that? I don't want to give up the right to punch you in the face even if you don't say something that pisses me off."
Sheila laughed. J.T. simply rolled his eyes.
"You're doing pretty much the same thing to Julia that Leira did to you."
Tim's blood pressure went from normal to off-the-charts in about 1.2 seconds.
"I never agreed not to punch you," Tim replied, as flatly as possible. "I suggest you say something else, right now, because it's becoming a better idea by the second."
"Listen," J.T. said. "You're not pissed because Julia wouldn't let you get off until you told her what she wanted to hear."
"Which, by the way, just happens to be the truth," Sheila added, ever so helpfully. Tim shot the nastiest of glares at her, but Sheila simply smiled and shrugged.
"Now, granted," J.T. said. "What she did wasn't the best way to go about getting it. Sheila told her that, and so did I. I told her a little bit about what happened the last day you were with Leira."
"You WHAT???" To hell with being best friends, Tim thought. This fucker was going down. His fist clenched, but before he could do anything, J.T. smartly got on with it.
"Not much, Tim," J.T. said. "Just that she decided she was going to dump you on a Friday, but still slept with you for two days straight before letting you in on that plan. I thought it was important Julia know that the other night wasn't exactly your first experience with sex not being what you thought it was. And I'm not going to apologize for that, so hit me if you want."
Tim relaxed, if only just a little. It was probably fair that she know that, he reasoned.
"As a general rule, I'm not a fan of using sex as a way of getting anything," J.T. said. "Except more sex, of course. You do it right one time, and she just won't stop coming back for more."
"Oh, Lord," Sheila replied, and Tim couldn't help but smile through his dissipating but still-present anger. "Please don't talk about how great you are in bed. I don't feel like lying right now."
Tim could actually see his best friend grin now. Most people joke about their sexual partners being so loud that someone called the cops. It had actually happened the first time J.T. and Sheila had sex after he proposed to her. Tim had laughed so hard that he offered to pay the $120 fine they'd incurred for disturbing the peace.
"Anyway, I told her that I couldn't blame you for acting the way you did, and that she should have known better," J.T. said. "Which she agreed with, by the way. But, like I said, that's not why you're mad."
"Well then, Sigmund, how about we cut through the shit and get to why I'm mad?"
"Three years ago, Leira told you it was just about sex after nearly two years of letting you believe it was way more than that. You're mad because three years later, you're telling Julia it's all about sex when you know damn well it's not."
J.T. was content to let that hang in the air. He took Tim's almost-full beer from his hand and took a healthy gulp.
"Leira lied to you then," J.T. said. "You're lying to Julia now."
Tim went to reach for his bottle, but J.T. had already raised it to his lips again. Tim just sighed.
"I know we don't talk about things like this much, man, but I know sex was such a powerful thing between you and Leira," J.T. said. "And right when you least expected it, she blew it off and acted like it was just that - good sex. It's a powerful thing between you and Julia now, but you're acting like there's nothing more to it. You know you're lying, and you know you're hurting her."
Tim glared back at his best friend now. Not that he'd admit it with present company, but somewhere in his swirling mind, Tim realized that everything J.T. was saying was true. Still, this was pretty harsh. J.T. saw his look and put a hand up to signal for Tim to wait a second before talking.
"And it's pissing you off, Tim."
Neither of them said anything for a long while. Maybe five or ten minutes - Tim didn't know. The only sounds were Sheila's steady breathing and the clinking of J.T.'s now-empty Miller Lite bottle as it joined several others in the trash can.
"OK, then," Tim said, standing up. "Glad we've had this little chat."
"Tim, you're not Leira," J.T. said, not even looking at Tim when he stood up. "Everyone who knew both of you way back then knows that. Stop fucking acting like it, OK?"
Most people would be shocked at J.T.'s candor, even if he were their best friend. Not Tim. One of the things he liked the most about his best friend was his unrelenting bluntness. He knew how to be subtle when a situation called for it, but he was mostly just really good at calling it like he saw it.
"I'm gonna get sappy and emotional for a minute," J.T. said. "Sue me."
Tim nodded. It had been coming to this for a while. Tim had sat down J.T. for a number of heart-to-hearts like this over the years. It was only fair, Tim supposed, that J.T. got to return the favor at least once.
"I know you, buddy. You've served our country. You stand up for what you believe in. You always do the right thing. There isn't a motherfucker alive who would question your manhood, and if he did, I'd be the first person standing in a long fucking line to shut him up. You gotta be a man now. Handle this shit like you've handled every other situation in your life - the right way. You know what the truth is. You've known it for a while. It's time to get over whatever is stopping you, and be honest. With yourself, and with Julia."
The silence in the air was palpable. J.T. wasn't necessarily waiting for a reply, but Tim finally came up with something.
"You're not going to try to hug me now, are you?" Tim asked, and Sheila burst out laughing, the first sounds she'd made in 20 minutes. J.T. just rolled his eyes.
"You kidding? With Sheila sitting right here? Sorry, dude. Normally I'd take a hug from you anytime, but I happen to have a better option right now."
Tim laughed at the lighter situation, but his mind was focused on what J.T. had just said. He'd known he was being an asshole all along - maybe not quite the colossal asshole he'd been lately, but an asshole nonetheless. Tim had thought he was just protecting himself. He'd never wanted anyone to get hurt.
"You guys here to hang, or did you just come over to deliver that little pep talk?" Tim asked.
"No, we gotta jet," J.T. said. "Something, uh, important to take care of."
Tim rolled his eyes. "Dude, I got like 12 guest bedrooms in this place. I believe you were the one who insisted on adding all these bedrooms I've never been in. I figured it was for just this purpose."
"True," J.T. said. "And don't think I haven't made use of those when you're on the road."
Tim shot a "What the...?" glance at J.T., who just grinned. Sheila turned the color of a stop sign.
"And we'd love to stay this time," J.T. continued, acting as if he'd said nothing out of the ordinary. "But, we don't have our new toy here."
"J.T.!!!" Sheila yelled, half-slapping and half-decking her fiancée. "Shut up! Tim doesn't want to know."
"Yeah, he does," J.T. answered. Tim nodded. Now it was time to make Sheila a little uncomfortable. All is fair, etc., and all that.
"Yeah, I do," Tim concurred. "I'm always up for learning new tricks, and you guys are awfully adventurous. But, in deference to you, I'll wait to hear about it from J.T. tomorrow."
She just buried her face in J.T.'s bicep. "Umm, my cue to leave," J.T. said. "Yep, pretty sure that's what that is."
Tim walked the pair to J.T.'s Porsche, which he only took to Panthers games. J.T. opened Sheila's door, and before he came around to get in himself, he clapped Tim on the shoulder.
"Think about what I said, OK?" Tim only nodded, then watched as his best friend and his future wife tore out of the driveway.
As Tim walked back into the house, he was doing just that - thinking. On one hand, everything J.T. said made sense. Three years was long enough to let an ex-girlfriend dominate his life, even one who was completely mind-blowing like Leira had been. He needed to move on and stop taking what happened out on people who had nothing to do with it - hell, on people who didn't even know what had happened.
At the same time, though, this wasn't the first time he felt like he was ready to push things farther with Julia. He'd been there two or three times, and each time he was ready to tell her, something happened - an image flashed in his mind, or a memory he thought he'd repressed swam back to the surface - that made him stop. He simply couldn't risk getting hurt that way again. Sure, Julia seemed harmless, but so had Leira, and -
"Enough!" he shouted out loud. "Enough of this shit."
He didn't know. He didn't know if he could do it or not. He didn't know if he'd ever be able to move past what happened, and even if he did, he was sure he'd have no idea of what to do or say after that.
It was all still jumbled, and it would probably stay that way for a very, very long time. Through all of his musings, only one thing made sense. Only one thing really stood out as clear and undeniable:
He had to talk to Julia.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Tim spent all of Monday morning at the RBC Center. College basketball season was right around the corner, and he had to meet with all the players on both the men and women's teams prior to the year. They'd already started practices, but each coach wanted full psychological evaluations of each player before redshirt decisions were made.
He finished that work around 12:15 p.m., hit the gym at RBC for an hour, and then headed over to the airport some time around 1:30. J.T. hadn't scheduled him to fly today because of his meetings, and although he could probably find something to fly if he flirted with the secretary at MHC enough, he wasn't really looking to leave town. He just wanted to spend some time with the airplanes. Something always needed washing, and though pilots didn't generally have to do that, Tim found it was something he enjoyed. He didn't know the airplanes inside and out, like some pilots and all the mechanics did, but he knew enough about physics to know what they did on a daily basis was truly incredible. On some level, it was a peace offering - maybe if he washed the aircraft and treated them really nice, they wouldn't bail out on him at 30,000 feet over Atlanta.
Later, he checked his watch - 6:30, or a half-hour before he was meeting Julia after she got off work. Tim had finally called her that morning.
"Hi," Julia said, sounding clearly relieved. "I'm sorry."
"Me too," he answered back. "Listen. I love your voice, and as much as I would enjoy listening to it for the next hour or five, I think we'd better have this conversation in person."
"I think so, too," she replied. "I get off work at seven."
"I'll be at the airport this afternoon. I'll meet you there."
And that was that. Tim walked from MHC's office to the main passenger terminal and decided to hit up the Starbucks in the baggage claim area to kill some time before Julia got off work. He ordered a drink for himself and grabbed something for her, too. They were both addicted to coffee, he thought, rather unfortunately.
He sat in the corner of the small café and thought about what he would say to Julia. She'd certainly sounded happy to hear from him this morning, but she had every right to be upset with him. He still felt he had a right to be upset about what she'd done last week, but he should have called her back before today. Had the four days of not returning her phone calls finally made her realize that he wasn't worth it? Was it too late?
He was lost in thought when the short, pretty blonde sat down across from him.
"Hi," she said, offering a hand. "Tim, right?"
Tim turned on the brightest smile he could. She was pretty attractive, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He took her hand and gave it a light shake before nodding.
"I'm Brandi," she replied. "I work with your girlfriend at the Southwest office here."
"Well, Julia's not my girlfriend," Tim said reflexively, noticing how stupid the words sounded coming out of his mouth. He noticed her eyes twinkle as he said it, though. "But we are very good friends. Is there something I can do for you?"
The girl looked doubtful for a moment, which was fine with Tim. He was so very much not in the mood for flirting right now.
"Maybe," she answered. "She's not going to take that job, is she?"
Tim felt his eyebrows furrow as his face narrowed. "What job?"
"Oh!" Brandi said. "She didn't tell you? I'm sorry. It's totally not my place to tell you."
"It's all right," Tim said. He knew Brandi's type. She knew it wasn't her place to tell him - with the right amount of silence, she would anyway. So, Tim simply nodded and sipped on his coffee.
"It's just, she got this job offer," Brandi said. "An assistant VP of Southeastern Operations for Southwest."
"Ah," Tim smiled. "Yes, she did tell me about that." It was a blatant lie, but he wanted to keep her talking. "She didn't tell me where the job would be, though."
"Oh, at our hub down in Miami," she answered. "She flew down there this weekend to interview for it, but everyone here is sure that was just a formality."
"I'm sure it is," he answered. "Why do you think she won't take it?"
"Well, they wanted an answer today, and she hasn't told anyone about it. We only know because one of the pilots stopped in today, while Julia was at lunch, and told us what he'd heard through the grapevine."
People still said that? Tim hadn't heard that particular phrase in ages.
"He heard she'd said no, that she wanted to stay here. But like I said, she hasn't brought it up, and she'd be really pissed if she knew we knew."
Yes, she would, Tim thought. Julia was generally a very open person, but if she didn't want you to know something, she didn't.
"And what's your interest in all this... Brooke, was it?" Tim asked, as politely as possible. She'd been staring at him pretty intently throughout the conversation, and he was doing all he could to make it clear he wasn't biting. He figured forgetting her name was a good start.
"It's Brandi," she replied. "And, well, I'm the highest-ranking person in the office. After Julia, of course."
"And you wanted to know if you should be expecting a pay raise, what with the holidays coming and all?"
Brandi smiled. "Something like that, yes."
"Well, I can't help you," he said. "I know she was talking to them about the job, but we haven't spoken since she left for the interview. You'll have to ask her yourself."
Brandi didn't look pleased with that idea, but Tim said nothing else.
"So," Brandi said, turning on the charm now. Tim could almost see her flip the switch from professional to personal. "You and she are just friends, huh?"
"That's right," he replied flatly.
"Well, I get off at eight," she answered. "Do you want to go get a drink?"
Tim smiled. This girl didn't seem all that bad. She wanted a promotion - who didn't? She didn't really start hitting on Tim until he'd told her that her boss was just a friend. So he tried to let her down easy.
"Julia gets off at seven," Tim said. "She and I have some things to talk about tonight, so I'll have to pass. Thank you, though."
She just smiled. "Yeah, I thought that 'good friends' thing was crap."
"Excuse me?" Tim asked. He was rewarded with an even bigger smile.
"Nothing," Brandi replied. "Have a nice evening."
Tim watched her walk out of Starbucks. He shook his head. In another life, maybe. As soon as she was out of sight, his mind slid right back to Julia. A job? A promotion? In Miami? And she was turning it down?
He checked his watch - just five till seven now. He got up, tossed out his empty cup, and took Julia's with him as he headed toward the Southwest office. Brandi was nowhere in sight.
Just as he opened the door, Julia was walking out, and they bumped into each other rather hard. Tim managed not to spill her coffee, but that didn't stop Julia from colliding with the glass outer wall of the office.
"Oh, shit," Tim said. "Are you OK?"
Julia grimaced a little but forced a smile. "I am. It looks like your coffee survived the crash, as well."
"Oh," Tim said. "Um.. actually, it's your coffee." He held it out to her. "Your favorite."
"Oh!" she exclaimed, genuinely excited about something as small as a cup of gourmet coffee. She took a sip, then looked back at him. "Thank you. You didn't have to."
"I'm aware of that, Jules," Tim replied. "You know, not everything I do around you is out of necessity."
She just grinned. "So?"
"We need to talk," he said.
"I know," she replied. "Your place?"
"Jules, I -"
"Tim, I don't want to talk right here, OK?" she answered back with an interruption of her own. "We'll talk about whatever you want. Just... not here, OK?"
"You're right. My house is fine."
They left the terminal and headed into the parking lot. He started heading for his car, and he noticed she was following him.
"You should probably take your car, Jules," he said, and she almost scowled back.
"Not this again!"
"No," he agreed. "Not this again. I have to leave for Charlotte at four a.m. If you ride with me now, I'll be happy to wake you up at three, so I can drive you back to your apartment before I head south. Or, you can take your car, sleep till whenever, and drive straight to work. Your choice."
Julia chewed on her cheek for a minute. "Oh," she said finally. "Well, that's actually a good reason."
Tim nodded, smiling. He watched her walk to her Camry, parked a few rows away from his SUV, and the lyrics to a popular country song popped into his head:
"We hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave."
Trace Adkins had nailed that one.
Tim hopped into his SUV and mindlessly navigated the long route to his house. His mind was fairly jumbled. A week ago, he'd have gone nuts if she'd turned down a promotion. Now, he was still pretty upset that she'd put her career on hold like this, but, maybe for the first time ever, he was able to admit to himself that the thought of her leaving hurt more than just a little.
He turned on the radio and found some monotonous sports talk show to occupy his brain for the rest of the drive out to his house. He'd deal with Julia and this job offer when he arrived. No use obsessing about it now.
Tim hadn't bothered waiting for Julia in the parking lot at the airport; she'd driven to the lake hundreds of times by now and didn't need to follow him. She wasn't in his rear-view mirror when he hung the left into his drive, so he had a few minutes. He went inside, grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, and waited.
His wait wasn't a long one. Just as he sat down at the table, he heard her Camry rumble up the driveway, the gravel announcing anyone who arrived by a means other than walking.
Julia opened the door and spotted him immediately, sitting in one of the dining room chairs. She strutted seductively over to him and took a seat right on his lap.
"Howdy, pilot," she drawled, laying on the Southern accent extra thick. "You in town long?"
She started kissing his face, down his neck and across his collarbone. It'd been four days, and he hadn't cum the last time they were together, either, so he was more than ready to go. However, Tim just couldn't do what he'd accused her of - he couldn't fuck her first, knowing there was something very important they needed to discuss.
"Wait," Tim replied, pulling her off his neck. "We don't talk for four days, and you're ready to go at it as soon as you walk in?"
"What can I say?" she replied, grinning seductively. "You just do it for me."
She started back in on his neck, and his hands instinctively moved to her back, rubbing up and down. He was about to move them down to cup her ass through her dress, but he managed to stop and pull away from her kisses.
"Julia, wait a minute."
"Seriously? The last time we were together was Wednesday, and I know I left you with a wicked case of blue balls. You're not ready to throw me down on the nearest flat surface?"
"I wouldn't even need a flat surface," Tim replied, gently sliding Julia off his lap before standing up. "And yes, I know this is a very un-me thing to say, but before we do this - and believe me, I want to - we need to talk."
"Wow," she answered. "Never thought I'd see the day."
"Me either," Tim agreed. "But then, I never thought I'd storm out on you like I did the other night." It wasn't the most important topic on Tim's mind at the moment, but it seemed like a good place to start.
"I know," she answered. "J.T. and Sheila both talked to me about it. I know what I did was wrong. It would have been wrong, even if you didn't have reasons to be upset because of what happened in your past. Since you do, that just makes it worse. You needed some time to stop being angry. I could stand here all day and tell you how sorry I am and it wouldn't be enough. So, I just thought I would show you instead."
Tim had moved over to the kitchen bar, so Julia hopped onto the nearest barstool and pulled him back toward her again. Instead of working on his neck and collarbone with her mouth, she pulled his head down to her own neck. She smelled damn good all the time, but at this distance, her scent was almost intoxicating. He couldn't help it - he ran his tongue from the base of her neck all the way up to her left earlobe, gently sucking it between his lips. She let out one of those sounds that was uniquely Julia - a half-gasp, half-moan that sounded like she'd just walked in on something unexpected. Tim felt himself get hard just from that.
He nibbled on her neck and traced the outline of her jaw for a few more seconds while her hands roamed all over his chest and back. Eventually, though, he found the will to back away. It wasn't easy.
"I'm sorry, too," he replied. "I know you're getting impatient with me, and you're waiting for me to tell you what you want to hear. I'm probably driving you up the wall. I wasn't happy with what you did, but I do understand why you did it. I just couldn't comprehend it then."
"I know," she replied, looking down at the ground. That just wouldn't do, Tim said to himself as he lifted her chin up so she was looking him in the eyes again.
"And, I'm sorry I didn't call you," he continued. "I'm sorry I didn't answer any of your calls. In all fairness, I didn't even see the last three calls till late last night."
"It's OK," she answered. "I know you were very, very busy this weekend."
"Yeah," Tim replied, and then pulled away from Julia completely. She looked at him quizzically. "I heard you had a pretty eventful weekend, too."
The confused look vanished as she looked down at the ground again. The new look was.. almost guilty. That was a good thing - Tim thought she'd be upset that he even knew.
"Yeah."
"You turned it down?"
Now the guilty look was gone, replaced by something in the shocked neighborhood.
"How did you-?"
"Doesn't matter," Tim replied. "I know."
She hesitated with her response, so Tim continued.
"First off, why didn't you tell me?" Tim asked. "I know things weren't great last week, but... I would have been really happy for you, Jules. Hell, I am really happy for you. I'm just not sure why you turned them down."
"I *did* tell you," she answered back. She slid off the barstool - even that was sexy as hell - and started pacing in front of the bar. "At least I tried to. I know you didn't answer my calls, but did you not listen to your voicemail?"
That's why she wasn't angry when he brought it up, Tim thought.
"Wait a second," Julia continued, turning to face him. Her cheeks were starting to flush - not the first time Tim had caused that reaction, but this time he knew it wasn't a good thing. "If you never checked the voicemails I left you, how did you know about the job in the first place? Who have you been talking to?"
Tim wasn't about to sell Julia's co-worker out. Fortunately, he had a somewhat-believable alternative.
"Julia, come on," he answered back. "Between me, J.T. and J.T.'s dad, we know pretty much everyone who has anything to do with things being airborne east of the Mississippi."
She didn't say anything.
"OK, you're right. It's mostly J.T.'s dad. Howard Lancaster knows people who manufacture kites."
Tim thought he detected the tiniest of smiles tugging at the corners of Julia's lips. That was something, at least.
"It doesn't matter how I found out," he continued. "Nor does it matter how I found out you didn't take it. What matters is that you didn't take it. Are you out of your mind?"
Yeah... that smile was nice while it lasted. Her face was doing the cheeks-flushing thing again.
"You would have wanted me to take it?" Her voice was starting to climb up the decibel chart.
"Hell, yes!" Tim answered back with equal fervor. "You're damn right I would have wanted you to take it."
"But..." Julia trailed off. All at once, the anger was pushed to the back. It was still there, yes, but now something else - hurt - was at the forefront. "What... about us?"
"To hell with 'us,' Julia," Tim replied, doing the quotations with his fingers. Her voice may have dropped - his didn't. Julia looked as if he'd just slugged her in the stomach. He could hear her drawing short, clipped breaths.
"What did you say?" she managed to choke out. "To hell with - what did you just say?"
Shit, Tim thought.
"Aw, hell, Jules," he answered, taking a half-step toward her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. To hell with everything else. This is your career, and this was your shot. Nothing should get in the way of that. Not 'us' -" he did the quotations again - "not anything."
She stood there and stared back at him for a few seconds. Then, she spun on her heels and headed toward the door.
"Julia!" he called out. She stopped just before reaching the door, but didn't turn around to face him. When she spoke, her words were carefully measured, and her voice was almost eerily calm.
"I know you have two jobs that almost anyone would love to have," she said, speaking very slowly. "I know you worked very hard to get them, and you didn't let anything stand in your way."
She turned slightly now, so that he could see the right side of her face, but she still refused to look at him. As she went on, her voice became less controlled and more frantic.
"But not everyone is like you, Tim," she continued. "Sure, my career is important to me, but it's not the most important thing. It's not even in the top two. There are other things I value more than how much money I make, how much responsibility I have or what my business card says."
She made another turn, so now she was facing him completely. Still, she didn't look up from the hole she was burning in Tim's hardwood floors.
"I want more than just a friend who gives me great orgasms, Tim," she said, her voice continuing to move toward hysterical. "I know you've been hurt - God knows you won't ever talk to me about it, but it's pretty fucking obvious. And whoever she was, the dumb bitch obviously did a fucking number on you. But that wasn't me, Tim. Me? I want to get married, and have kids, and grow old with somebody. I don't care about the front yard and the white-picket fence, but I do care about the relationship. I want that, Tim, and somewhere inside that stupid fucking brain of yours, you want that, too."
Uh oh, Tim thought. Julia didn't cuss unless her clothes were off, so this was pretty far beyond not good. She let that hang in the air for a minute. If Tim was going to say something to reassure her, this would be the time.
He didn't. So, Julia kept going, and now, she was yelling.
"I'm not ready to give up on you quite yet," she screamed, "but I'm a lot fucking closer than I was 15 minutes ago. You keep treating me like this - like all you want from me is pussy and blowjobs - and it won't take long for you to get your wish. I'll leave you alone, and I'll take a job somewhere else."
Now she was near tears. Tim wanted to reach out and wrap her up in a huge hug - he would have, too, except he thought she might punch him in the nose.
Julia got right up in his face now, poking him in the chest with every "you" she screamed.
"But you better fucking be careful what you fucking wish for," she shouted. "Because I don't think you'll like me being gone as much as you think you will."
She ended with one final punch to Tim's chest. It hurt, but not as much as what she'd just said. Before Tim could gather up the words to say anything, she was out the door and down the steps.
Tim closed the gap between him and the door in a split-second, and took the stairs three at a time, nearly rolling an ankle twice. He was almost in the driveway by the time she got in her car and closed the door. She started the engine just as he reached her car. She put it in drive and tore out of the driveway, oblivious to the fact that he was right behind the car. Or maybe she wasn't. Either way, gravel flew up and pelted Tim all over his body as he ran after the car. Still, he couldn't catch up, and he could only watch as her taillights disappeared down the highway.
He stood there for a minute at the end of his driveway, trying to catch his breath after the unexpected sprint. He turned around and slowly walked back up the driveway, and was surprised to feel tears welling up in his eyes. He shook his head almost violently, determined not to cry. When he reached the stairs, he took them much more slowly this time. He quickly grabbed his phone off the charger in the kitchen and hit Julia's speed dial. It rang twice then went straight to voicemail. She hadn't turned it off, Tim thought - she just didn't want to talk to him.
Without really thinking, Tim reached for the cutlery set on the kitchen island and swept it off, sending the knives crashing into the wall next to the refrigerator. He was looking for something else to punch, but suddenly he stopped. The tears were coming back.
He looked at the ground, and his first thought was that he was glad he didn't have a dog. All those knives scattered across the floor wouldn't be a good thing.
Tim opened the cupboard above the stove, where he kept all the liquor. He jerked the bottle of Jack Daniels from its resting place and made quick work of the cap, tossing it onto the counter. He looked down into the bottle for a long second - just like before, Jack had nothing to say. He kept staring, and twice, he raised the bottle to his lips only to lower it again.
Out of the corner of his eye, something glimmered, catching his attention: his car keys.
There weren't many moments in life where everything suddenly cleared up, but he had one right then.
Within 30 seconds, the whiskey was back in the cupboard, the keys were in his hands, and he was in the driver's seat of his SUV. The knives would have to wait. He was probably already too late.
He'd been headed toward the interstate for five minutes when the phone rang. It was the chorus of Queen's "You're My Best Friend."
"Yeah," Tim answered.
"You in the car?" At a time like this, Tim was thankful for J.T.'s bluntness.
"Yeah," Tim replied.
"You going after her? Or you want to talk it over here first?"
"Dunno where she is," he said. "I'll be there in 20 minutes." |
Fox and Guests Pt. 04F | 19,064 | 4.5 | 832,568 | [] | Jessica Pearson, the managing partner of Pearson and Spector just entered Harvey Spector's office, she stood there and Harvey looked up; "What's up Jessica, other than looking amazing!"
"Don't give me that crap Harvey, why is Special Agent Peter Burke of the FBI on my calendar for this afternoon? Its Christmas week and I don't need any unforeseen problems popping up before the end of the year!"
I have no idea Jessica, did you ask Louis? I heard of Peter Burke, he heads up the New York White collar division; it may have something to do with Louis and taxes!
"Impossible Harvey, Louis may be a snake, but he's as honest as the day is long. It better not have anything to do with Mike Ross and his situation!"
"Situation, what situation Jessica?"
"Don't give me that shit Harv, I want you in the meeting with me just to cover my ass."
"Mmmmm I'd sure love to cover your ass Jessica, now get out and buzz me when this Burke character gets here!"
Jessica left the office and she could feel Harvey's eyes on her tight slender body as she walked to her office. She was dress elegantly as always. She looked professional, but could also be a runway model at one of New York's leading fashion houses.
A few hours later while Harvey was going over one of his briefs, his intercom came alive, it was Donna; "Harvey, Jessica's on the line, she needs you in her office now, that FBI guy is here."
"Tell her I'll be there in a minute, just need to finish this last page of my brief!" He finished the brief and headed towards Jessica's office and looking through the glass walls, he saw both Jessica and Burke laughing, she motioned for him to go away and he caught her action and turned and walked over to Louis Litt's office; "Hey shithead, any idea why that Burke guy from the FBI is here to see Jessica?"
"Louis had a frown on his brow; "Nice to see you too Dickhead! No I have no idea, she asked me earlier if I knew him, I told her I heard of him and his crack division, but didn't know him personally! Now get the fuck out of my office so I can really do some good for this firm, not you like!"
Harvey gave him the finger as he walked out grumbling as he left. Louis and Harvey had a love-hate relationship, they both knew they were good, but disliked the other, but would back them up to the end of the world if needed.
An hour later Jessica came into Harvey's office and took a seat; "I had Donna buzz Louis and told him to get in here, I want to give you the low-down of my meeting with Peter Burke. Now before Louis gets in here I have to tell you Burke knows about Mike not being a lawyer. It seems Louis' girlfriend that Sheila Sazs came to him seeing he's in charge of the fraud division. He doesn't want to prosecute Mike, but he has to go and take the boards and if he passes, we can get him a license."
Why are you involving Louis, he'll want to burn Mike, what were you thinking Jessica?"
"Here is my plan, do you have anything on Louis we can use against him to flip him to help us out?"
"Well yes and no, it involves Rachel Zane though."
"What is it Harvey?"
"Last year when Rachel was trying to get into Harvard, Louis tried to persuade this Sheila Sazs woman to push her through and allow her into Harvard. I got him fucking the shit out of her at his place and then try to use that to get Rachel into Harvard. She resisted and he backed down, but I still have him trying to blackmail her into doing it."
"So why did you say yes and no?"
"Well if we used it on Louis, he could push back and make Rachel really look bad."
"Yeah it wouldn't look good for her, but I think we could bluff Louis to the point where he would fold and help us."
"So tell me Jessica, how does this all come together why is Burke willing to help us and how can we get this Sheila to back down?"
"We'll have to tell Louis about Mike first of all, then we need him to go along with us to back his girlfriend into a corner and she'll have to back down. Last but not least, we'll need to help Burke's wife with a sticky legal case. You and Louis will have to team up and get her off, for once we have an innocent client; we just have to prove it."
Louis walked into Harvey's office and Jessica went on to tell him all about Mike, he was furious that he was kept in the dark about this and wanted nothing to do with it.
"Louis the entire firm is libel for covering up for Mike, if it comes out, the firm will fold and you too will be out in the cold."
"I'm still not comfortable about covering this up, but I'll back the two of you. What do we need to do?"
"Okay Louis, here is what we know and what we need to do. Peter Burke is willing to drop the fraud case concerning Mike Ross if we get you girlfriend Sheila Sazs to withdraw the complaint. We also have to represent Elizabeth Burke in a case where she is being set-up as the fall guy. She's completely innocent and with the evidence Peter Burke has, it will be a cake-walk, he just can't present it seeing it would look like tampering."
Louis was fuming; "I can't do that to Sheila and how are we supposed to get her to back down?"
First of all Peter Burke works closely with a con on his leash, a Neil Caffrey, he's an expert on fraud and B & E. Neil Caffrey will plant the evidence in Sheila's files and pull out all of the damning evidence concerning Mike Ross. What we need to do here is have things get really, really wild and have her on tape doing inappropriate things and use it against her back off on Mike. What do you think? Do you think we can make it work?"
"How long do I have? I need to speak with Ross and Rachel, seeing she was involved with me trying to get her onto Harvard. I'm sure she'll be on board seeing we'll be helping Mike. What kind of info will this Neil plant in her files?"
He's already working on making up fake transcripts where it will show Sheila allowed several students a pass into Harvard Law School who were no way qualified to be in Harvard in the first place. He also has the folder to add to Sheila's file showing Mike Ross attended Harvard along with his grades and in nearly every case with professors who are either retired or moved on to another university. "
"Wow now wait a minute Jessica, I don't want to ruin the reputation of students at Harvard!"
She shook her head; "No, not to worry Louis, we gave Mr. Caffrey the name and profiles only of the students who didn't pass the grade and failed or who dropped out due to unsatisfactory grades, doesn't that make it easier Louis?"
"Yes, that makes it easier and acceptable. Okay so that solves the problem about the files and Mr. Ross, but how are we going to keep Sheila quiet, especially knowing she is the reason you two are in this dilemma."
Jessica had a sly smile on her face; "Like I briefly told you about earlier, I'm planning a New Year's Eve party here. It will be an intimate party with Burke and his wife, he'll bring along Mr. Caffrey and his close associate. Peter will also bring along another agent, a Diane Barrigan, he said she could sort of a look-out to make sure Sheila doesn't notice Mr. Caffrey leaving the party. From here will be the three of us, Donna, Rachel and Mike and of course you'll have to bring Sheila."
"I'll make sure the champagne and liquor is flowing freely and we'll need you to get Sheila good and drunk. We'll make sure we record her in a very, very compromising position and maybe two or three of them!"
"I'll get her here, but it's up to someone else to get her in a compromising situation. Now that we have that problem solved, what is the legal problem Burke's wife is experiencing?"
"He told me his wife has just taken a job as a consultant at a consultant at a gallery in DC. The problem is that a rival who wanted the job has been setting up Mrs. Burke for tax fraud and embezzlement from her business, Burke Premiere Events. She has all of the proof that she's innocent, but with Mr. Burke being touted for a big job in DC., there can't be any sign of tampering by him or his office, that is why we were contacted and he knows we'll make it all go away without making waves."
"Sounds pretty cut and dry, should I contact her and get the ball rolling?"
"You may want to touch base with her, but don't start on the case until the Mike mess is put behind us. We don't want to solve her problem before he takes care of ours."
"Give me her number and I'll contact her and set up an appointment."
"Just remember, both of you, we have to put aside all rivalry and make sure this goes off without a hitch!"
Louis called the Burke household and Elizabeth answered and agreed to meet with Louis later that day after she finished some of her errands. He was waiting on her stoop when she pulled up and hopping out ran up the stairs to greet him; "Mr. Litt, is it?"
"Yes and you must be the lovely Mrs. Burke."
"Please call me Liz, come on in, were you waiting long?"
"No Liz, I just arrived here a couple of minutes ago. You have a nice home here, it's a shame you'll be leaving to go to DC."
"I love it here, but I go where my husband's work takes him. I believe it's time for a change anyways. Please have a seat, would you like a drink?"
"Coffee or tea would be nice."
"I'll put on the water; I could go for a good cup of tea, crazy day today at the office." She came back in, her suit jacket was off and her white silky blouse had a couple of buttons undone and she had kicked off her heels. "Tea should be ready in a few, so tell me Mr. Litt, do you think we can make this all go away and at the same time keep it quiet?"
"First of all call me Louis. I already have a private detective looking into the woman who is creating all of these issues for you. If what you say is correct, our guy, we think can put enough pressure on her to withdraw the accusations and make all of this go away."
"Well Louis, that's fantastic, hold on a sec, I think the water is ready, milk or sugar with your tea?"
"No thanks Liz, straight up please!"
She came back in with a tray and two cups of tea and a plate of wafer cookies, he noticed yet another button on her blouse undone and her lacy black bra was winking at him. He shifted around on the sofa as he felt his cock stir slightly in his pants. He dismissed this, not wanting to blow the entire project, not even for a chance with this gorgeous brunette.
She handed him his tea, but this time she took a seat beside him rather than across from him like she had done earlier. They both sipped on their tea and talk more about her case. Elizabeth put her cooled cup on tea on the coffee table and when she sat back, she pressed her bare thigh against his leg and it startled Louis and he spilled the semi-warm tea on his suit pants. Liz jumped up; "Oh my, just hold on Louis, let me get a warm washcloth, we don't want that to stain!"
She rushed back into the room and began rubbing the wet spot, her hand slowly went a little higher and coming in contact with her stiffening cock, he jumped again and the entire cup of tea was spilled on his pants; "Oh my god Louis, now we can't have you walking around with your pants completely wet like that. Go into the bathroom and take them off. We have one-hour cleaners just around the corner; I'll call them and have them picked up!"
He wasn't comfortable with this, but after her repeated insistence, he relented and did as she had asked him to do. Opening the bathroom door he handed her his trousers and under shorts, they were soaked too.
"There should be a robe on the back of the bathroom door to slip into till your pants come back, put it on and come on out. We can finish our discussion on my case while we wait for your pants."
He came out, the robe was rather long seeing Peter was taller, but it barely closed seeing Louis was thicker around the waist and belly compared to Peter. He took a seat and once again Elizabeth took a seat beside him. They talked and talked and he took notes and as he put away his legal pad in his briefcase, the robe parted and his thick solid cock was winking back at Elizabeth's gaze.
"My, my Louis, looks like someone is trying to peak out and say hello!"
Louis looked down and in the typical Louis fashion was flustered to the point of turning red. He tugged at the bathroom only to make the robe part lower down and flop off his thighs.
Elizabeth's slim hand suddenly rested on his hairy, thick thigh and looking into his dark eyes with her dark blue eyes, she licked her lips and slowly slid her hand higher and higher up his thigh until the back of her hand grazed his now totally stiff cock. Reversing her hand she closed her fingers around his cock as it rested in her palm. Keeping her hand tightly around his cock, she kept her eyes locked on his; she bit down on her lower lip and began to pump her fist up and down on his cock.
Louis closed his eyes and fell back against the back of the sofa and let out a loud groan. His eyes shot open when he suddenly felt her hot, wet lips close around his cock and enter her mouth. All he could see was her long silky brown hair dancing around his hairy legs and the feel of her mouth and tongue whipping up and down and all around his cock. He surprised Elizabeth when he let out a loud grunt and suddenly began shooting his load down her throat.
Liz locked her lips tightly around his spurting cock and took every drop he could expel from his swollen nuts. When she felt his cock stop shooting, she licked the last drop from the thick head and slipping off his cock, she smacked her lips; "That was the cream I was looking for to add to my tea!" She picked up her cup of tea and poised over it, she allowed his cum to drool out of her mouth and mix with her cooled tea.
She ran her finger around her lips to remove the last drop from her lips, she swirled her finger in her tea and raising her cup to her lips she drank down the entire cup. "Mmmmm that was the best tea I tasted in quite a while!"
Just then the doorbell rang and she hurried to the door, her face was flushed when she answered the door and took the clothes from the delivery man. Turning to Louis; "Lucky you came early, seems the pants came back early too. Maybe next time, you'll last a little longer.
He took the pants from her and hurried to the bathroom. Upon opening the door, his pants looked as good as new. He looked down at the carpet when he spoke; "I'm sorry Liz, I normally don't lose control like that, but you are so beautiful and caught me off guard and I sort of came prematurely, I'm so terribly, terribly sorry!"
She giggled; "Don't give it a second thought Louis, maybe we can try round two at the New Year's Eve party at your firm, but you have to promise to last long enough for me to enjoy it a little bit longer next time!"
"I promise Liz, I better get going and set the wheels in motion to get this out from under you. Again I'm sorry and at the same time thank you, you were amazing and that mouth of yours, wow!"
Liz gave him a tiny peck on the cheek and opened the door for him to leave.
He left and once in his car, he placed his forehead on the steering wheel and let out a loud groan of embarrassment. He returned to the office and filled Jessica and Harvey in on the info about the case, he made sure to leave out the part about the blow-job. He contacted their detective and filled him in on the situation and told him it was a top priority to track down.
Jessica contacted Burke and filled him in on the progress with his wife's case and he told him the progress Caffrey made with the files set to be placed in Sheila's New York office. He had Jessica set up Sheila's superiors to do an accredited audit on her files right after the New Year.
Jessica was confident, everything was right on schedule as long as Caffrey planted the files and Louis could persuade Sheila to join him for the New Year's Eve party at their offices.
New Year's Eve was upon them and Donna had worked her ass off along with Rachel to get all of the catering set perfectly as Jessica and Harvey had requested. Donna made sure enough food and drinks were available before dismissing the crew. They didn't want to have any outsiders around to be able to testify in Sheila's behalf if she pressed the issue.
One by one and couple by couple began to arrive for the party and everyone was decked out in the best suits and gowns.
Peter Burke and Neil Caffrey were dressed in dark suits and slim dark ties. On Peter's arm was Elizabeth, she was dressed in a hunter green gown that was draped over her body. The neckline was a wide cowl; the material was draped there and down her back. The back was bare nearly down to her waist, it was evident she was braless, but the layer of material draped across her large chest hiding her fat nipples. Her long, dark brown hair was braided and rolled into a tight bun on top of her head. Two tentacles of hair hung down her cheeks. Her ankles were visible and a pair of strappy hunter green heels was on her dainty feet.
On Neil's arm was his date and partner in crime, Rebecca Lowe, a slim, gorgeous redhead with piercing green eyes. Her body was draped in a jet black flowing gown. It has a deep vee neck accenting her alabaster skin and her breasts were threatening to leap free. It ended a few inches below her knees and her feet were in matching black heels. Her legs looked amazing in silky black stockings. Her long deep red hair was a mass of curls and waves tumbling down to just below her breasts and halfway down her back. Between the two couples was Diane Barrigan, 5'8" dark skinned beauty. Although she was black, her heritage had to have some white blood in her; her milk chocolate skin was glowing in her ankle length white gown. Her small C cup breasts held up the gown, her shoulders, upper chest and back were bare and caught the attention of Jessica and the other partners at the firm. The dress flowed around her lower body and everyone was imaging what was under that gorgeous dress.
The partners and associates were already there and greeted the guests from the FBI. Harvey was in a black tuxedo, as was Mike Ross and Louis Litt. The women from the firm rivaled the women from the FBI. Jessica was wearing a teal satin gown down to her ankle. Two thin strips of material did little to hide her large D cupped breasts. A wide gold belt around her waist accented her tiny waist and gorgeous ass.
Donna rivaled Jessica in a high-necked skin tight white dress. A panel of see through material was covering her chest. It showcased her mammoth breasts and without that panel, they would have spilled out. When she turned, the back of the dress was non-existent showing bare skin nearly down to her tight ass. Her gorgeous ass swayed as she walked and her long flowing red hair danced about her figure down past her breasts.
Rachel Zane was on Mike's arm and she looked amazing. Her slim, tiny body, with the perfect curves smiled at all of the guests. Her mixed race parents made her look dark and sultry, she had most Caucasian features, but had a black woman's tight, compact bubble butt. Her dress was similar to Diane's, but in red. It was flowing down to her ankles and her entire upper body was bare. Her tight C sized breasts looked larger than they really were due to her petite size. Her dress had a slit down one thigh from hem, nearly all the way to her hip, as she moved part of her bare hip was visible and it was evident she was either naked beneath the dress or was wearing a tiny thong! Her long silky chocolate brown, nearly black hair was piled high atop her head.
The last female to arrive was Sheila Sazs, she hung onto Louis' arm and she looked seductive and sassy at the same time. She was wearing a deep purple halter dress. Her large breasts were trying desperately to sneak out of the halter top, the silky flowing material swished about her thighs. She was the only woman wearing a short dress. It ended at her knees and her legs were encased in dark purple stockings along with matching dark purple high heels. Her shoulder length medium blonde hair was pulled up in a tight bun and her dark rimmed glasses made her look even more desirable.
After all of the introductions nearly everyone had a drink in their hand. Louis made sure Sheila was never without a drink and he made sure hers were extra strong.
Neil Caffrey and Rebecca Lowe slipped out while the other feasted on the large platters of appetizers that were placed out about the office. The two of them were back without anyone who mattered noticed; he gave both Peter and Elizabeth a nod indicating they had accomplished their objective.
Now the party was about to kick into high gear and with the large amount of alcohol that had already been consumed, it seemed like everyone was really loosening up, including Peter and Elizabeth.
Jessica left the main area of the office and retreated to her office. She was standing before the large window overlooking the New York skyline. It had begun snowing and the streets looked like a winter wonderland.
A voice came from behind her; "My, my, it certainly is a lovely site!"
She turned and saw Diane approaching; "It sure is, I could stand here all night and look at the snow falling!"
Diane chuckled; "Oh the skyline looks lovely too! I was speaking about you standing there against the dark sky!"
Jessica broke out in a smile; "Special Agent Barrigan, are you trying to flirt with me?"
Diane came up close to Jessica and stared up into the dark sultry eyes staring back down at her; "Well tell me Ms. Pearson, how am I doing?"
She flipped her long dark brown hair back over her bare shoulder, a wide smile spread across her lips; "Please call me Jessica, and I'd say you broke the ice rather gracefully. So what do you plan on doing next Special Agent Barrigan?"
"Well Jessica, just like you, please call me Diane! This is what my next move was going to be, let me know what you think!" She reached up and pulled Jessica's head down to hers and as their lips met, her tongue darted out and ran around Jessica's brightly painted red lips.
Jessica sucked in her breath and let out a gasp. She returned the kiss; her hands came up and running her fingers through Diane's lush thick black locks, kissed her with more urgency, her tongue darting in and out of Diane's mouth.
Pulling back, she stared into Diane's smoky lusty eyes and letting out a long breath of air from her lungs; "I like your aggressiveness, a woman after my own way of thinking. Come over here with me!" She led her over to a plush cream leather sofa. Sitting down she directed Diane between her spread thighs and placing her hands on Diane's tight ass, she drew her nearer. Her hands slid up Diane's trim body and when she reached the top of her dress, her fingers slid under the elastic of the white bodice and applying just enough pressure, she pulled the dress free of Diane's incredibly firm and high standing tits. As the dress settled about Diane's shapely hips, Jessica's hands came up and cupped the two perfectly shaped cone tits. Her milk chocolate capped breasts, those darker nipples were very, very dark and the tiny areoules were nearly as dark and poked hard against Jessica's palms.
Diane closed her eyes and threw her head back. Her gorgeous dark hair danced around her shoulders and down her back. She thrust her chest harder against Jessica's hands.
Jessica's one hand slid around and placing it on her back she applied more pressure and urged Diane to lean forward. As she did this, Diane's cone shaped breast hovered over Jessica's parted blood red lips. Jessica leaned up and planted her lips around one stiff nipple. As she sucking increased, she urged a deep groan from Diane's throat.
Diane wrapped her arms around Jessica's head and forced more of her tit flesh into her mouth. Her hands slid down Jessica's nearly bare back and back up into her hair. She found the fastener on the back of Jessica's dress and tugging gently, it gave way and her large breasts came tumbling into view. Diane sucked in her breath as she stared at the huge mounds of black flesh before her. Unlike Diane's tiny areoules, Jessica's were huge and covered the entire crown of both breasts. Smack dab in the middle of both were fat pencil eraser sized black gumdrops for nipples. As if in a trance, Diana's hands came up and palmed those two morsels and squeezed, twisted and tugged them.
Jessica sucked harder on Diane's smaller, but much firmer mounds. Her hands were busy too; she was now tugging at the dress that was hung-up around her waist. Freeing it, it flittered to the floor and Jessica immediately stood up, spun Diane around and urged her down onto the sofa. It was the perfect sofa for what she was about to do. It didn't have any arms on either end of it and she pushed her onto her back. Jessica scrambled to the end of the sofa and spreading the shapely, slender thighs, dove right in and pulling Diane's tiny thong to the side, immediately began licking and sucking on her tight lipped pussy.
Diane let out a screech and wrapped her arms and legs around the long slender body that had her pinned to the sofa. She was groaning out indistinguishable words and phrases. Her head was rolling from side to side on the sofa, her long glossy black hair had her face obscured and her hands came up and she cupped her own tits and twisted and tugged at her own stiff nipples.
In Harvey's office the vivacious Elizabeth Burke was seated on Harvey's desk. She was facing away from him as the two of them watched Donna, who was on her knees, bobbing up on down on Peter's thick stiff cock.
Peter was seated in her desk chair and his eyes rolled back in his head and when he felt her throat accept his cock head, his eyes popped open and he looked directly at Elizabeth who smiled slyly at her husband. She licked her lips and nodded to him. He responded by doing the same thing, she knew he was giving her the okay to start up with Harvey.
She turned back to Harvey; "You must have some very steamy late night meeting with that gorgeous redhead huh? I wouldn't mind slipping between those big tits of hers and lick my way out! Peter just gave me the okay to have my way with you; that is if you're interested."
She let out a squeal as no sooner she said that, Harvey stood up and drew her off his desk and onto his lap. His mouth covered hers and their tongues fought back and forth. His hands slid along her bare back and sliding his hands up to her shoulders, he coaxed the folds of her dress off them and it puddled in her lap. "Oh fuck Elizabeth, your tits are amazing, I just have to suck in them!"
She giggled and placing her hands under them, lifted the high standing mounds of flesh, licked her lips and whispered; "Be my guest Harvey, I love having my titties sucked on! Oh yeah, Mmmmm just like that, bite them, oh fuck yeah harder! She let out a shriek and she looked out across the office and Peter was smiling as he watched the lawyer sucking on her tits.
Peter's hands were fisting Donna's long red hair as she continued to deep throat him and with each outward movement, her long slim fingers pumped up and down on his thick shaft. Letting go of her hair his fingernails raked up and down her bare back, just like Harvey did to his wife, he grabbed the dress at the shoulders and tugging at it, drew it down her shoulders and off her arms.
Donna shook her arms and the dress fell to her waist. She leaned forward and took his cock and spitting on it, Donna placed it between her two heavy tits. Pushing her arms towards her body, she captured his cock between her tits. She rose and fell several times and his cock seemed to swell as he felt her firm fleshy tits make love to his cock.
Peter tweaked her nipples, her large pink areoules and nipples proved she was a true redhead. His mouth watered just thinking about sucking on those gorgeous nips. He pumped his cock up and down, her slick tits clutched at his cock and he had to slow down, he was so excited, he didn't want to cum yet. He drew her to her feet and pushing her dress off her long shapely legs, she kicked it away and he led her into Harvey's office and he plopped down on the sofa and drew Donna down and onto his well-muscled thighs.
If the main part of the office Mike and Neil were laughing and drinking, especially Mike knowing most of his problems were now at an end.
Rachel and Rebecca were talking quietly and Rachel rose from one of the sofas in the waiting room; "I need to visit the little girl's room, want to join me?" She had a sassy look on her face and bit her lower lip as she held her hand out to Rebecca.
Rebecca rose to her feet and clutching at Rachel's hand the two of them swayed back and forth, giving their hips an extra wiggle, both knowing Mike and Neil were watching them.
In the bathroom as she washed up and fixed their make-up and hair, Rachel looked over at Rebecca; "So tell me, how is Neil in the sack, from what I see he had a pretty ample package down there?"
Rebecca, even though she was a woman of the world was taken aback and a flush crossed her cheeks and spread to her neck and upper chest; "Well I've had my share of men and Neil's equipment is more than adequate! His cock is exceptionally long, but not one of the thickest I've encountered. With his length, and knowing he knows what to do with it, he hits spots sometimes I never knew I had. My god Rachel, he fucks what seems like forever and always makes me cum several times. That being said, how's Mike, he looks a little boyish?"
"Well he does fumble around a little, but what he lacks in experience, he more than makes up with exuberance and stamina. He's just like Neil; he can go for what seems like forever. Sometimes he cums quickly, but he's amazing, he just continues and never gets soft and goes right on fucking. He wears me out sometimes, you talk about a workout, well after we fuck, I can skip my aerobics class for that day without a doubt."
Rebecca was visibly excited; "Wow, sounds like we have a pair of studs who need to be tamed. What do you think about swapping boyfriends for the evening?"
A huge smile crossed Rachel's lips; "I was just thinking the exact same thing."
Rebecca tossed her long red hair over her shoulder; "We do have one problem though, Neil hate fucking anywhere other than a bed. He deplores couches, tables and counters. I tried to get him to loosen up, but once things get hot and heavy on a couch, he had to stop and he drags me to the bed."
Rachel's brow was furrowed and a grin crossed her face; "Follow me Rebecca!" She hurried out of the bathroom and snuck by the guys and scurried into the elevator. The doors closed and Rachel hit the button for two floors below theirs. When the door opened Rachel tugged at Rebecca's hand and led her down a long row of offices to the end of the building. She turned to Rebecca; "This is Mr. Tupperman's office, he's one of the oldest lawyers in the firm, he's more of a figurehead and does more advising then courtroom work now-a-days. A couple months ago I had to bring him some files and when I entered his office, it was empty, in the adjoining room was a huge bed and Tupperman was there with his arms crossed, I thought he was dead. His secretary came rushing in, she wasn't at her desk when I got there and she was furious that I stumbled upon his secret resting place."
"I think this solves our Neil problem, come on in and let's see if we can use it, hopefully he isn't sleeping in there now!"
They tip-toed into the inner-sanctum and it was empty. Rachel turned on two bedside lamps and seeing the place vacant, she kicked off her heels and jumped up onto the bed. She opened her clutch purse and looked over at Rebecca; "Come on and join me, I think this will be large enough for the four of us, don't you?"
Rebecca slipped onto the bed and her silky black dress slid up her legs and her black stockings made a sexy sound as they slid back and forth against the other. She looked up and noticed Rachel staring at her long legs. A tiny bit of bare flesh was showing above her stocking tops and Rebecca reached down to pull her skirt down.
Rachel place her hand on Rebecca's and whispered; "Don't Rebecca, I love looking at your gorgeous legs!" She leaned forward and softly planted her lips on Rebecca's soft pliant petals. She heard Rebecca suck in her breath and her teeth nibbled at Rachel's invading tongue.
As the kiss intensified, Rachel felt Rebecca's hand come up and cup her extremely firm breast. She kissed Rachel back even harder now, her hand tugged at Rachel's red halter dress and her firm breasts came popping out. She broke the kiss and drew back slightly and her gorgeous green eyes focused on Rachel's gorgeous tits. The tits were coned shaped, the dark smooth areoules were the size of nickels, and in the middle were baby fingertips of even harder and extremely stiff nipples. She leaned in and Rachel stopped her.
"Rebecca, there isn't anything I want more right now than to feel your lips and tongue on my aching nipples, but let me text Mike to join us down here, what do you say?"
Rebecca licked her lips and her eyes were smoking with lust; "What the fuck are you waiting for, text them and then I want you naked!"
Rachel knelt up and as she worked her fingers on her phone as fast as she could, she watched as Rebecca stripped off her black gown and slip out of her panties. Dressed only in black stockings she went to remove them and Rachel shook her head; "Don't you dare take them off, I know Mike will love them, maybe as much as I do!"
Rebecca giggled and tossed her long curly red hair over her shoulder and she heard Rachel let out a groan. She slipped to the large fluffy white pillow, her silky red locks framed her face and she nearly looked angelic. She licked her lips and her hands slid up her body and her thumbs flicked back and forth across her large bullet shaped breasts. The crests were covered nearly like Donna's the entire crown was covered with two large bright pink areoules. The huge dusty rose nipples sprung up as Rebecca's thumbs flicked back and forth across them.
Rachel slid off the bed and with her dress already around her waist; she pushed at the gown and it tumbled to the floor. She shimmied out of her tiny thong and her huge lipped pussy was glistening with her juices as she slid to the bed and immediately slid between the two black silky covered legs. They parted and Rachel dove in and without any foreplay, locked her mouth over Rebecca's tight lipped pussy. She wormed her tongue into the steamy pussy before her and her fingers spread the lips and uncovering her clit she stabbed at it and began to flick it back and forth.
Rachel heard voices behind her, but she was way too invested in the pussy before her to break-away and stop. She slipped first one and then a second finger into the tight cunt before her. Clamping her lips over the juicy pussy before her, she sucked as hard as she could and hearing a loud groan above her she was rewarded with a gush of hot juices from Rebecca's pussy.
She felt the bed shifted around her and she sucked even harder on Rebecca. She felt a hard cock behind her and she knew it wasn't Mike's, it wasn't thick enough and as it slid deeper and deeper into her receptive pussy, she knew it had to be Neil's. Rebecca was right, it was extremely long and when it brushed against her cervix, she groaned and jerked, it was uncomfortable at first, but as he started pumping in and out and sliding around and scraping against her G-spot, she, just like Rebecca, shot off like a 4th of July rocket.
Above her a naked Mike had this shorter, but much thicker than Neil's cock, it was poised above the reclined Rebecca. Rebecca opened her mouth and gripping his hips, she licked back and forth making sure she covered every square inch of his cock with her saliva. She sucked first one hanging nut into her mouth and her tongue flicked at it and sucking on it her hand stroked the thick piece of meat hovering before her.
Mike had to close his eyes because when he looked down and saw that wild mane of red hair spread out all over the pillow, her smoky green eyes staring up at him and that gorgeous mouth of hers enveloping his cock, he nearly lost it. When he heard her groan, he opened his eyes again and saw her thrusting her hips upward to meet Rachel's tongue that was stuffed deep in her pussy.
Rebecca had one hand on his cock and the other was twisted in Rachel's tangled mess of chocolate brown hair. It was slowly coming undone as she twisted, pulled and tried to guide her head deeper against her dripping cunt.
Rachel tore her head up from in-between Rebecca's thighs as Neil pulled his cum coated cock from her pussy and finding her tiny puckered asshole, he shoved once really hard and slid about six or seven inches of his slim cock down into her ass. He plowed forward and sank deeper and deeper. She growled and dove back in and ate away at Rebecca's drenched cunt like a woman possessed. She sucked wildly at her clit and she heard her scream around Mike's cock and unlike before, her stocking covered legs wrapped around Rachel's head and she began squirting, she drenched Rachel's face, neck and it dripped down to her firm tits.
When Mike saw what Rebecca was doing, he lost it and with his cock deep in her mouth, he started dumping his thick heavy load down her throat and into her belly. Just as Rachel had told Rebecca, Mike just kept on sliding in and out of her mouth, he stayed stiff as a board and he heard Rebecca let out a grunt and continued to suck his cock and fuck Rachel's face.
Neil was amazed how Mike continued to fuck his red-headed slut and when he felt Rachel's ass tighten even more, he lost it and pulling his cock out of her ass, he shot long, hot stream of cum all over her slender, tapered back. Stream after hot creamy shot of cum covered her back and tight ass. Totally spent, he fell back on the bed and sat back and watched the trio in front of him.
Rachel finally managed to pull her face from between the swamp filled thighs below her; she rolled over and smiled across at Rebecca who still had Mike's cock in her mouth.
Rebecca pulled his cock from her mouth and sitting up, rolled over and she was poised between Rachel's slim, yet sexy thighs. Her fat lipped pussy was glistening in the light of the bedroom. Rebecca dropped down and just like Rachel did to her earlier, she clamped her mouth down over Rachel's pussy. She loved the tangy, yet sweet flavor of Rachel's pussy and Rachel released her juices just as fast as Rebecca could suck them up.
Rachel ran her slim fingers through Rebecca's long curly red hair. She humped her hips upward driving her swollen cunt up to meet Rebecca's active lips and tongue. She let out a gurgle deep in her throat when Rebecca captured her clit and Rachel released her cum as an amazing strong orgasm wracked her petite, yet lush body.
Rebecca let out a scream against Rachel's pussy when she felt Mike, with one swift thrust; bury his fat cock balls deep into her dripping pussy. She was shoved hard against Rachel's spasming pussy as Mike picked up the pace and pumped in and out of her tight, yet juicy pussy.
He was fucking her so hard; the entire bed moved and creaked with each of his thrusts and then he shoved one cum coated finger deep into her extremely tight asshole. Mike felt like he had to cum again or he would go insane. He was pounding her deeper and deeper, he fucked her so hard, with each thrust, he shoved her harder against Rachel and Rachel was shoved back two or three inched backwards each time.
She was nearly off the side of the bed and when she opened her eyes, she was staring at the swaying stiff cock that Neil was once again sporting. She smiled up at him and as he cradled her head in his hands, she opened her mouth to accept his slim, long cock in her mouth and down her throat.
Neil dug his fingers into her disheveled hair and as he shoved forward and Mike shoved into Rebecca harder, Rachel was caught in the middle and she came when Neil's cock and Rebecca's tongue was sent deeper into her two holes.
Mike let out a loud groan and started cumming deep in Rebecca's cunt. She came along with him when she felt him filling her cunt with his heavy load.
Rebecca's tongue slowed on Rachel's pussy, but when she sucked one last time on her clit, it put her over the top and she came one last time.
Neil pumped in and out of Rachel's mouth and pulling his cock from her mouth, he pumped his cock over and over and over again. Letting out a loud groan, he aimed his cock at her face and spurt after spurt shot out of his cock and bathed her gorgeous face with his hot, creamy cum!
The entire room was still, except for the sound of all four of them breathing heavily. Neil fell to the bed, totally spent and he could not believe how hot and sexy, both Rebecca and Rachel looked.
In Jessica's office Diane and Jessica were sprawled out on her sofa, their two bodies were wrapped in a heated sixty-nine, arms and legs were wrapped around one another and their heads were buried in the other's cunts.
With Diane n top, she was grinding her pussy down onto Jessica's mouth. She shuttered as her body started quivering again as she came for the third or fourth time. Her thick black hair was covering Jessica's wide-spread thighs and she was sucking deeply at the fat lips below her, they were oozing with her cum as Diane managed to make Jessica cum several times too.
Across the room Louis was standing behind the swaying Sheila. She was way past tipsy and was headed towards full blown drunk. Louis' hands were traveling up and down her lush body and he could feel her tight ass pushing hard against his straining cock. He leaned against her and placing his mouth at her ear whispered; "Sheila, are those two women turning you on? Just look at them sucking each other's pussies. Would you like to have that being done to you right now?" His hands slid down to the short hem of her dress and pulling it to her waist, he buried his hand into her tiny matching purple thong. His hand was covered in her juices as she was extremely wet and turned on. He dipped first one and then a second finger into her cunt and he began finger fucker her. His mouth attacked her bare shoulder, up to the nape of her neck and attacked her earlobe.
"Come on Sheila, tell me, you want me to fuck you or do you want to suck some pussy like Diana and Jessica are?"
Sheila let out a loud grunt and reached back and gripped his thick, stiff cock and stroked it violently through his tuxedo pants. She found the clasp and popping it open, she leaned against him harder and yanked open his zipper.
His pants fell to the floor and he made sure to go commando. He kicked his shoes off and kicked his pants aside. He applied pressure to her shoulders and she leaned over. He tore at her tiny thong and gripping his cock, lined it up and with one violent thrust, buried his cock deep in her pussy.
Sheila let out a scream and Diane rose up from between Jessica's thighs she caught Sheila's eyes with hers and smiling she wiggled her finger for her to join them.
Sheila was beyond turned on as she pushed back against Louis' invading cock. She loved how his thick cock stretched her tight pussy, but she wanted to see what Diana had to offer. She was mesmerized by the gorgeous black woman, who looked more like herself than she did Jessica. She slowly rose up from her bent over position. When she did this Louis' cock slipped from her juicy pussy. She moved over beside Jessica and Diane.
Diane rose up from between Jessica's thighs and knelt up. She swung off the sofa and sat on the edge of the sofa. Jessica sat up too and sat on the other side of Sheila. Both Diane and Jessica were slightly disheveled from the intense loving they have given each other.
Jessica looked at her and leaning in gave her a tiny kiss on her cheek; "Sheila, please stand up and stand before us!"
Shelia, even though she was pretty well lit, she stood up with a tentative look on her face. She looked down at Diana and then Jessica. She licked her lips and just stood there. She sucked in her breath when she heard Jessica say; "Sheila reach up and undo your halter top and lower your dress to your waist and just stand there please!"
Sheila was torn to do what she was told, but the itching between her thighs and staring at the two naked black women before her made her decision easier. She reached up and slowly unhooked the catch on the back of her neck. She slowly drew the material down and off her breasts and they instantly perked up from the cooler air in the large office.
Jessica and Diane's eyes were focused on Sheila's heavy breasts, they sagged slightly from their heavy weight, but the nipples were visibly stiffening and the tens of tiny bumps surrounding the nipples perked up.
Diane looked at them and in a deep husky voice said; "Sheila, would you please reach up and undo your hair. Your hair is so lovely and should be hanging down flowing around your shoulders!" She sucked in her breath when Sheila's arms rose and her heavy breasts did also.
Sheila pulled pin after pin from her thick heavy blonde hair. It slowly began to tumble free from atop her head. She ran her hands through her curly, wavy locks and shook it out. When she did this her heavy breasts shook and swayed about her lush body.
Sheila let out a yelp when she suddenly felt both of her hands being grabbed. She looked down and saw both Diane and Jessica grab her and draw her down to her sofa beside the two of them. Dressed only in panties, purple hose and heels, her entire body was sexually charged and with each touch and every caress by the other two women made her shiver and moan.
All of a sudden Diane and Jessica were all over her. Their hands slid up and down her full thighs, they were very firm and silky. Her legs parted and their hands caressed her inner thighs and they produced a groan from her throat.
Jessica swept her hair from her neck and nuzzled and nipped at the sensitive flesh up and down her neck and bare shoulder. Her hand came up and cupped one of Sheila's heavy tits. Her thumb swept back and forth across her stiff nipple. Her fingertips tugged at them and as her mouth became more aggressive; her fingers pulled and twisted her stiff bud.
When Diane started doing the same to her other side and cupped her other tit Sheila started moaning and groaning constantly and her hips began to hump up against the two hands playing with her thighs.
Sheila's hips were thrust upward, her ass was off the sofa and both Diane and Jessica took the opportunity to pull her panties from her ample hips. She used her heels to push them down and off her legs. She let out a loud groan and shook and felt a tiny orgasm course through her body when Diane slipped one slim milk chocolate fingers into her gaping, dripping cunt. When she felt Diane's thumb strumming her clit, she lost it and her body shook violently as she went into a very strong orgasm. She felt her body being reclined and she all of a sudden they were all over her body.
Diane covered her mouth with her own. Their tongue fenced and fought with one another. As the kisses grew she ground her mouth harder against Diane's. She let out a high pitched yelp when she felt a hot, wet tongue enter her pussy and her entire body shook and she went limp as Jessica's tongue found her clit and flicked it back and forth and she jerked and started cumming very intensely.
Now the sexual intensity heated up when she felt a third mouth on her. She was unable to determine whose it was because Diane still had her face covered with her own. It was a lot firmer mouth and she thought it had to be Louis'. Now her mind was reeling when she felt yet another mouth on her other nipple.
Diane broke the kiss and turned slightly and she was kissed by Harvey. Both of them turned to Sheila and the three of them were locked in a torrid threesome kiss.
Sheila's entire body was being ravished as five mouths and five pairs of hands were driving her higher and higher towards an orgasm like she never experienced before. She was like putty in their hands and she gave up her body and her mind went blank.
Mike and Neil came into Harvey office where Donna and Elizabeth were toying and kissing one another. They had slipped into their pants and shirts, but had nothing else on.
Donna looked at Mike and smiled; "You look a little casual for this evening's activities!"
"I wouldn't talk Donna, at least we're wearing clothes or would you like us to remove them and join the two of you?"
"Shouldn't you and Neil here be joining the others? I think two more men surrounding Sheila would just be enough to do the trick!"
"Yeah I guess you're right, as always Donna. Where are they now?"
"They are in Jessica's office and from what we've heard they are really putting it to Sheila. By the way where are Rachel and Rebecca?"
"They are down to floors in Tupperman's office. Did you know he has a full decked out bedroom adjacent to his office?"
Donna had a disgusted look on her face and even before she could reply Mike spoke up; "Yeah Donna, I guess that was a stupid question! Isn't there anything you don't know about this firm?"
Once again Donna gave him the same look; "Sorry again Donna, we better get going. Are you going to check-up on Rachel and Rebecca?"
Donna turned to Elizabeth; "Want to go and see what kind of trouble we can get into with those two?"
Elizabeth was off the sofa, already slipping into her dress; "Come on Donna, I want a shot at that petite brunette!"
Mike turned and looked at Elizabeth; "Oh Mrs. Burke, what I would give to see you and my girl together!"
Elizabeth giggled; "Maybe of you finish off Sheila quick enough, the two of you can rejoin us and maybe if you're really good, we'll let you join us, right Donna?"
She stood; her long red hair tumbled over her shoulders and covered her full firm tits. Tossing her hair over her shoulder and picking up her dress, she stepped into it and looked at Neil; "Mmmm I'm not too keen on Mike, I'd hate to ruin him for Rachel, but I wouldn't mind a shot at Neil over there. Come on Elizabeth; let's go before I change my mind."
They slithered by Mike and Neil and headed for the elevators, just before they slipped out of sight; Donna turned and blew them a kiss. As they disappeared Mike and Neil heard them giggle.
Mike and Neil headed for Jessica's office and stopped dead and watched for a minute or so as the three men and two women serviced the lush blonde who was wiggling, moaning and groaning constantly.
Peter was sitting on the sofa; his cock was buried balls deep in Sheila's ass. She was riding him reverse cowgirl. Louis was between her thighs and he was plowing his fat cock in and out of her dripping cunt. Harvey was standing behind the sofa, he had Sheila's head pulled back and he was fucking her mouth, his balls were resting in her forehead as he shoved his thick stiff cock in and out of her saliva filled mouth.
Jessica and Diana were kneeling on either side of her, their black hair was obscuring what they were doing, but from the sounds they were making, they both had to be sucking and devouring her full heavy tits.
Mike and Neil stripped down and walked quietly over to Diane and Jessica. Mike always wanted a shot at Jessica and with her ass staring him in the face; he climbed in behind her and in one swift motion, buried his stiff long cock deep into her receptive pussy.
Jessica reared back and taking her mouth briefly off one of Sheila's tits, she let out a loud growl, pushed back against Mike's invading cock and went back to sucking even harder, she even nipped a little too hard causing Sheila to groan even louder and start to cum yet again.
Neil stared at the tight butt of Diane's wiggling back and forth as she sucked on Sheila's other tit. He always loved the way she looked in the white collar division. He knew she was a lesbian, but that made her even more desirable to him. He loved the way her breasts filled out her blouses, her great legs and gorgeous ass. Now seeing them all uncovered and at his reach, he couldn't pass it up. He slid in behind her just as Mike did behind Jessica. He cupped her firm tits and sliding his cock up and down her dripping slit, his cock nudged open her pussy lips. Shoving forward, he knew she was going to be tight, but never expect her to nearly squeeze his cock so hard that it felt like she was going to tear it off with her cunt muscles.
Diane reared up and let out a blood curdling scream, but Neil held her in place not allowing her to escape. He pushed deeper and she rose up and Neil enveloped her petite, firm body in his arms. He was surprised when she turned her head and reaching back, wrapped her arms around his head and covering his mouth with her own, she shoved her tongue into his mouth and playfully flicked out and dueled with his and when she withdrew, she sucked his tongue into her mouth. She let out a groan when she felt Neil beginning to move in and out of her tight cunt. She moaned even louder as Neil began playing with her as well as any woman had ever done to her.
Neil's hands seemed to be everywhere at once. He cupped her firm tits and played with her nipples. He ran his hands up into her gorgeous hair and pulled her mouth tighter to his as he now sucked her tongue into his mouth. He moved lower and played with her clit and when he pulled his mouth from hers, he directed her mouth back down to Sheila's saliva covered tit.
Diane groaned and started cumming when he diddled her clit and pounded her relentlessly. He slapped her ass and she went into an even stronger orgasm.
Neil, after cumming twice with Rachel knew he could last forever and pulling out of Diane, he heard her groan in protest. Motioning to Mike, he watched him pull his long slim cock from her pussy and climbing off of Jessica, the two of them switched places. He watched as Mike mounted Diane and watched her throw her head back in ecstasy as Mike shoved his long cock deep into her.
He moved over to Jessica and was surprised when she reached back and guided his thicker, but shorter cock into her well-fucked pussy. She wasn't as tight as Diane, but she knew how to work a cock and she pushed her ass back against him as he thrust harder and faster into her. He heard Diane scream and Sheila was cumming again from the group servicing her body.
Like dominos they all started falling, Harvey shot his load all over Sheila's face, just about then, Louis filled her cunt with his cum. Mike blew his wad deep in Diane just as she was cumming again all over his shooting cock.
Peter was trapped under all of the sweat covered bodies and when he felt Sheila's ass tighten from her intense orgasm, he emptied his balls deep into her bowels. Jessica sucked harder on Sheila's tit and leaned over and locked lips with Diane just as she started cumming from Neil's constant hard fucking. Neil pulled his cock from Jessica's creaming pussy and covered her glistening black skinned back with his hot pearly white cum.
The entire room consisted of eight heavy breathing, well fucked lawyers and law enforcement people. It was a sight to be recorded and that is exactly what Jessica had done. She flopped down onto the sofa and looking at the group of cum and sweat covered friends and foe. She knew she would be making a copy of the recording, she had participated in some wild parties before, but this one took the cake.
Down two floors below Elizabeth and Donna slipped into the bedroom and watched Rachel and Rebecca who were locked in a heated embrace. It looked like they had just finished pleasuring one another and now they were sensually kissing and licking each other's face, cheeks and chin. It was evident they were cleaning their own juices off the other's face.
Donna reached out and pulled Elizabeth closer and Elizabeth willingly turned her head towards Donna and their mouth tenderly opened and their tongue darted out and gently flicked back and forth against the others. When Elizabeth let out a tiny moan it made Rachel and Rebecca break their embrace and stop and stare at the two full clothed lush bodies before them.
The two naked on the bed pulled the other two to the bed and soon had them naked. Over the next hour they made sure they covered each and every inch of one another's bodies. When they finally collapsed to the bed, totally spent, they were joined by their escorts. The loving continued well into New Year and as the sun came up, they stumbled to the elevators and all headed back to Jessica's office.
Jessica was dressed and had a caterer there who furnished coffee, hot breakfast and assorted rolls and bagels.
Epilogue: Sheila was revealed as letting unqualified students into the law school program and was allowed to resign as long as she didn't make waves. Mike was shown to have graduated with one of the higher grade point averages in the program. He took the bar exam and is now a real lawyer with Pearson and Spector.
Peter declined the position in Washington DC, but Elizabeth took the job in DC where she commutes back to New York on the week-ends where she sucks and fucks Peter till late Sunday evenings. Elizabeth was cleared of all charges and with that Peter put in a good word for Neil, but with their excellent prosecution rate, the FBI decided Neil was more valuable staying put. That was the main reason Peter declined the new position in DC. Rebecca wasn't too lucky either, she was convicted of fraud and is now service two years in prison. Neil visits her regularly and they have wild conjugal visits. She promises to go straight when she gets out and Neil told her he would wait for her.
Rachel has since enrolled at Harvard and has a job waiting for her when she graduates. Diane, Jessica and Louis moved in together and they are the perfect threesome. As for Donna and Harvey, well Donna and Harvey will always be Donna and Harvey, and never change.
Stay tuned for Fox and Guests Extreme where the women of Nutra-system will be joined by several men and a few women too. Seeing Martha MacCallum was a part of the fantasy of Jessica Simpson from Waist Watchers earlier today on Fox and Guests, Jamie Colby, another fox from Fox will be the host from the penthouse of Fox Studios. You won't want to miss Marie Osmond and other living out their fantasies after their dramatic weight loss.
\*
*As always, please vote and your comments are welcome.* |
1:23 Ch. 03 | 31,578 | 4.62 | 934,660 | [
"asian female",
"asian celebrity",
"small tits",
"group sex",
"public nudity",
"bottomless",
"oral sex",
"facial",
"cumshot",
"reluctance"
] | *Hello reader. Parts one and two of this story were published here at Literotica under the category of mind control. That category never quite fit the story so I thought I'd try it here in science fiction and fantasy. Following is a brief write up to get you caught up.*
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
In part one Kent Orlando, a young man from Ohio, attending Honolulu University, participates in a lab experiment. He does it to appease Harriet Kono, a pretty science geek he has a crush on. All is fine as Harriet runs tests with Kent wearing what she calls the cerebral mental enhancer and image stimulator helmet. Kent calls it the brain tube for short. When the tests are all done, Kent heads to the dorms feeling dejected because Harriet shows no interest in him out side of her experiment. Eventually, he goes to bed and wakes the next morning to his all too boring college routine. The only change is his digital clock strangely stuck on 1:23 in the morning. Because of the broken clock, Kent shows up late for his morning anthropology class. To Kent's amazement, his morning class turns into a hardcore sex orgy centered around the cute Filipino TA named Nefertiti and the instructor who looks a lot like actress Sandra Oh from the TV show Grey's Anatomy. A distraught Harriet Kono appears to Kent accompanied by, of all things, a peacock. Harriet informs him that he is still in her lab wearing the brain tube helmet and something has gone seriously wrong. Harriet tries to persuade Kent to follow her to a neutral local so that she can figure out how to get the brain tube off his head safely. But Kent ignores her for he is having WAY too much fun.
In part two, Kent hooks up with Nefertiti, the cute Filipino TA once more. She guides him through a new sexual adventure involving a hot Chinese-Hawiian girl named Oleander and the actress Grace Park from the Hawaii Five-O TV series. The unlikely orgy takes place underwater in an aquarium tank. With help from her peacock companion, Harriet tracks Kent down and tries desperately to convince him that he is in serious trouble. She tells him that it is unsafe for her to remove the helmet from his head while he is engaged in a fantasy. She had done just that to the previous test subject and bad things had happened. To Harriet's dismay, Kent doesn't cooperate and chooses to sink deeper into the fantasy world of the brain tube. All Harriet can do is send her peacock avatar to find Kent in the confusing world created by her invention.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Kent Orlando sat up abruptly in his Honolulu University dorm room bed. He automatically looked at the digital clock on his nightstand, the time was 1:23. The busted clock meant that he was still in the fantasy world of the brain tube helmet and the game was still on.
"More sleazy fun lay ahead," he said to himself, "Now all I have to do is avoid Harriet Kono."
As he swung his legs to the floor, he heard a muffled thump coming from his closet. Puzzled, he walked to the closet door and cautiously slid it open. He jumped back with a start when a peacock staggered out into the room. The thing looked seriously rumpled and it gave Kent a hostile glare.
"SQUAAAAK!" the bird said loud and obnoxious.
Kent hurriedly threw on denim shorts, running shoes and a t-shirt. Past experience has told him that arrival of the peacock meant that Harriet wasn't far behind. As he sat on his bed lacing his shoes, it occur to him that getting dressed was kind of pointless. In this fantasy world created by Harriet's brain tube going out in his pajamas or even buck naked wouldn't matter one lick. He finished tying his shoes anyway. He stood, pushed the scruffy bird aside and headed toward the door. But it was too late, the door flew open and Harriet Kono stood in the hall blocking his retreat. She was dressed exactly as he had seen her three days ago in a Grateful Dead t-shirt, jeans and her signature white lab coat. For the first time he wondered about TIME. How long have I under the influence of the brain tube? To him it felt like three days.
"Kent!" Harriet yelled, drawing him back to the moment. Her cute Japanese face tight with an angry frown. "Game over! Come with me now!"
Kent's shoulders slumped. "Guess this moment had to come," he said sounding defeated.
"Thank you!" Harriet said as her expression relaxed and a look of relief took hold. "Running around in your head hasn't been easy for some reason. I Think I gotta adjust something. Anyway, if I had allowed you to avoid me too much longer there would have been serious—"
Kent made a mad dash for the door but it slammed shut before he reached it. He frantically grabbed the knob but it wouldn't turn. He stared at the door and willed it to open but nothing happened.
"No more messing around, Kent!" Harriet shouted, angry again. "You are coming with me!" The peacock squawked in agreement.
"I can take you!" Kent said facing Harriet ready to fight. He was more than a foot taller than her and a hundred pounds heavier.
"This isn't the real world Kent," She said menacingly. To prove her point, she grabbed his roommate's heavy wooden bed and one handed, with no apparent effort, slammed it against the wall splintering the bed to pieces.
"Two can play that game," Kent said as he grabbed his bed to do the same, but the bed wouldn't budge.
"Oh shit," he said as he backed away from Harriet the sudden She-Hulk. His eyes flashed to the window. "See you later," he said and threw himself at the window, easily smashing through the louver glass and thin screen. The move had clearly taken Harriet by surprise and he let out a maniacal laugh of triumph. But his victory was short lived as he dropped the nine floors to the bottom. His fall lasted just long enough for him to form a sickening thought.
What if I'm seriously deranged and in the real world I've just thrown myself out the window?
He didn't even have time to scream as he hit the ground. Everything went red.
My blood he though, I'm seeing my blood all over the ground... No pain though ... maybe that comes later ... or I'm seconds from death and I won't feel a thing ... that would be nice.
Then he found himself falling again but in the opposite direction going up. He leveled out and dropped once more and this time he did scream as he fell back into red death ... and then he was going up again.
"What the fuck?" he yelled and frantically looked around and saw that he was in one of those kiddy inflated bouncy castles with a red rubber-vinyl interior.
He let out hysterical laughter as his bouncing subsided. He scrambled around and found the exit flap and slid out to the ground.
"KENT!" screamed Harriet from nine stories up. Kent looked up and saw her looking out of the broken window down at him, the peacock poked its head out too. The bird let out a huge squawk that echoed in the quadrangle shared by the four dorm towers. Kent looked back at the bouncy castle and saw that it wasn't a castle at all, it was a giant clown's head and he had crawled out of the thing's smiling mouth. For some reason he found that disconcerting.
"Creepy," he said.
He looked back up at Harriet, waved and then headed toward campus. He didn't know why, but Harriet had a rough go at moving around in his fantasy world and it would be some time before she caught up to him again.
He took in his surroundings as he fast walked toward campus. For some bizarre reason, a carnival circus was set up and spread out from the dorms to campus. He vaguely remembered that in the real world, the student union had done some kind of charity carnival thing recently. Perhaps Harriet's brain tube helmet had used the memory to create his spectacular escape. He vaguely wondered what would have happen if he had died in the fall. Probably wake up in Harriet's lab and game over. He was glad for the creepy clown head for he was having too much fun to end this just yet.
"Now where too?" he wondered aloud.
"Art department dude," his friend Donny said falling in step beside him.
He knew that this wasn't the real Donny and just another mental fragment from his imagination brought forth by the brain tube. The real Donny was back in Ohio avoiding work ... and probably stoned.
"Let's go check out that Meka Okuda chick from art history 101," the fantasy Donny said. He wore a bright orange aloha shirt and black surfer jams. Over his shoulder he carried a backpack like any other student on the Honolulu campus. "Man, that Meka is the tallest and shapeliest Japanese chick I've ever seen. She's gotta be over five ten!" Donny said with a dirty leer.
"Good idea," Kent said as dirty thoughts of tall, beautiful Meka Okuda filled his head now. "Go away Donny." Kent didn't feel bad for being rude. The real Donny was annoying enough, this fake Donny created from his memory was fucking unbearable.
"Aw dude!" Donny complained, but obeyed and veered off toward the astronomy building. Before he disappeared out of sight, Donny shouted, "I'll be baawwk!" in a bad Terminator German accent.
The circus stuff was everywhere. He passed a marry-go-round, a mechanical duck shooting gallery, a ring toss game, one of those test your strength hammer things with a bell at the top, a fortuneteller's tent, even an elephant with a chimpanzee riding on its back. Everywhere, circus acrobats seem to be jumping and tossing each other about. A couple of clowns meandered by, one juggling several bowling pins and the other breathing fire. There was something unsavory about the clowns so he gave them a wide berth.
His stomach rumbled. Fantasy world or not, it was morning and he craved his usual big breakfast of fried rice, two runny eggs and Portuguese sausage. Kent was from Ohio but he had adapted quickly to the local fatty and salty cuisine. As he debated heading back toward the dorms to the Aloha cafeteria, someone new fell in step with him again. He was pleased to see that it was Nefertiti Ulamat his cute Filipino TA from Anthropology 202.
"Neffie!" he said using the nickname the real Nefertiti had insisted he call her.
The girl stood just shy of five feet, with medium brown skin, long dark hair and almond shaped eyes that seemed slightly bigger than a normal person's. She had an attractive slim figure with tiny, perky breasts.
"I'll buy you lunch," she said giving him a dazzling bright smile.
By now he was used to people in his fantasy world knowing what exactly was on his mind. "Cool," he said. "I'm curious ... if this is all just an illusion created by Harriet's brain tube, why bother being hungry?"
"Probably because you're real body is hungry," Neffie guessed. She led him to a carnival food booth. A dreary looking clown handed them pizza slices and bottles of beer. Neffie barely looked at the clown as she accepted her food. Kent didn't blame her, the clown was fucking creepy.
As they walked away from the food booth Kent muttered, "What's with all the weird clowns?"
"I have no idea," Neffie said looking back at the creepy clown. "This is your head, not mine."
Kent took a bite of his pizza slice. "Oh my God!" he said with his literoticamouth full. "This is the best pizza I have ever tasted!"
Neffie took a bite too. She nodded, swallowed and then said, "The neuro-helmet, or brain tube as you like to call it, found your memory of the best pizza experience and brought it forth."
"Wait, wait! I know where this is from. House of Pizza, San Jose California," he said excited. "The basketball team was on the road playing San Jose. San Jose wiped the court with us, one hundred five to fifty seven. It was embarrassing. But the pizza after the game was awesome. It came with a side of minced jalapeno."
Neffie handed him a little round plastic container like the ones you get at McDonald's for ketchup. Of course it was filled with minced jalapeno peppers. Kent laughed as he applied a couple of pinches to his slice.
He looked at his bottle of beer. There was no label, the glass dark, almost black. He took a sip. It was cold ... and perfect. He rolled his eyes up and smacked his lips. "Happy hour at the Duck Creek in Akron! I was with Ashley Grant and her friend Joy, Ashley's cousin Ethan was there too. It was a pitcher of half New Castle and half Guinness."
Neffie giggled and led him to a bench on the campus mall to eat their meal. As they ate, they watched circus acrobats practicing stunts on the grass in front the biology lecture hall. He looked at Neffie who seem to be enjoying her pizza and beer just as much as he was. Wondering, he asked, "What exactly are you Neffie?"
"A creation from your sexual psyche," she said casually.
He cringed. She seemed so nice and sweet. He found it hard to believe that his perverted side had come up with her.
"Since I'm a recurring theme in your fantasies, I'm more like Huxtable," she said around a big bite of pizza.
"Huxtable?"
"You know? The peacock?"
"Didn't know he had a name," he said. "And what is Huxtable suppose to be?"
"He is Harriet's avatar created by the brain tube. He's the one that tracks you down. That is why you see him first before Harriet."
"You're my avatar?" he asked surprised. "Shouldn't you be an animals like Huxtable the peacock?"
"You are more sexually..." she put a finger to her chin and rolled her eyes up to think, she looked absolutely adorable. But it was clear to him that she was trying to find the right words to put a nicer spin on his perverted longings.
"Just tell me why you and not some animal or even my favorite porn star Mandy Almond?"
She smiled. "The brain tube picked me because recently, you have had hundreds of sexual fantasies of me in gangbang situations surrounded by—"
"Okay! Got it!" he said stopping her short. He cringed at the sleazy memory of the bukakke gangbang thing with Neffie and celebrity Sandra Oh. "Sorry for my depraved imagination," he said sheepishly.
She smiled. "No worries. Remember, I'm not the real thing. Besides, if not for you, I wouldn't exist."
"But you don't exist?" he said a little confused.
She took a swallow of beer. "This is really good beer," she said. "I was created by you for the brain tube and for as long as this fantasy is running I live." she gave him one of her big white smiles.
Curious as to something Harriet had said in passing, Kent asked, "Who was the person Harriet used the first brain tube on?"
"Alice Mihara, a close friend of hers," Neffie said.
Her faced clouded with sadness and something else... was it fear? "What happened?" he asked
"Things got a out of control," Neffie said close to a whisper. She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Can we talk about something else?"
This Alice thing worried him, relentlessly he asked, "Did Alice die?"
"Goodness no!" Neffie said wide eyed. "The real Alice had some headaches for a few days but no more than that. Although Alice and Harriet aren't friends anymore I hear."
Kent frowned. "What you mean by the REAL Alice?"
"The Alice that wore the helmet," Neffie said with a shrug.
"Is there another Alice?" Kent asked confused.
"Yes, she lives in a different part of the helmet. She has her own personal fold." Kent was about to ask her to explain further, but Neffie cut him off.
"The game is afoot," she said bobbed her head in the direction of a bench across from them.
Kent looked and saw a woman in snug black slacks and a white top, seated with her legs cross reading a book. He turn to Neffie to ask her what was up, but the girl was gone leaving behind the uneaten crust of her pizza on a paper napkin and an empty beer bottle. Not sure what to do, Kent picked up her leavings and along with his, walked it all to a trashcan near the seated woman. A sign on the trashcan said MAHALO. Kent chuckled at the word. For a while he thought that mahalo meant trashcan. Then later, he saw the same word on a shopping cart, confused, he asked a local what the word meant. He was told that It was 'thank you' in Hawaiian.
He eyed up the woman sitting on the bench reading her book. She was Asian, maybe in her early forties and quite stunning. His eyes grew wide when it clicked who she was.
"You're Lucy Liu!" he just about yelled.
She looked at him with her amazing dark eyes. Her striking freckled face crinkled with a frown. "My name is Joan Watson," she said curtly.
"Oh right," he said excited. "Like in Sherlock Holmes on TV!"
Her eyes flashed passed him to the campus lawn. Without looking at him, she said, "Either move along or sit down. Decide now before you blow my cover."
He sat down next to Lucy Liu AKA Joan Watson. He followed Joan's gaze out to the lawn and saw a group of circus acrobats, all female, in snug body suits doing acrobatic stuff. He looked back at Joan in profile, she was so beautiful. In his firmest macho voice, he said, "Get naked for me."
She looked at him crossly and said, "Are you off your nut?"
"Goddammit!" he said rolling his eyes toward the heavens. "Why do all my fantasies have to be so complicated in the beginning?" He was addressing what he hoped was the brain tube. "If I was paying for this I'd be asking for my money back you know!"
"Are you on drugs?" Joan asked.
"I'm—"
"Quiet! They're on the move!" She put her book in her purse and stood. "Come or stay. Up to you." She walked in the direction of the departing acrobats.
His eyes fell on her righteous ass in her snug black slacks. "I'm coming," he said and hoofed after her.
"Where are we going?" he asked falling in with her quick strides.
"Sherlock told me that these circus acrobats are somehow linked to international art thieves."
"Right ... Sherlock. What's he like?"
"A pain most the time but never boring."
The group of acrobats stopped suddenly. Joan grabbed Kent's sleeve and pulled him in for an unexpected kiss. This is interesting, he thought as he melted against her. The kiss was intense and perfect. Joan kissed a lot like Ashley his old girlfriend from Ohio. Harriet is going to make a BILLION buck with this brain tube! he thought as the kiss gained traction.
Joan pushed him away abruptly and said, "They're not looking."
The acrobats were on the move again. After a cautious delay, Joan resumed the pursuit.
A bit dazed, Kent fell in beside her. After THAT kiss, there was no way he was letting her slip away.
"What are they again?" he asked eying the group they were following. All five appeared to be female, slim and petite like gymnasts, all were dressed in snug outfits, three in silver, two in red.
"Their circus act is a front for smuggling stolen art to North America from Europe and Asia," Joan said, watching ahead intently. The acrobats were approaching the edge of campus and University Avenue.
"Do I have any control of this situation?" he asked. He was nearly jogging to keep up with her fast walking.
"Why would you?" she asked perplexed.
"Well, this is MY fantasy and I feel that I should have—"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Joan said sounding impatient.
He rolled his eyes for he wanted to get to the sexy stuff. As he was about to call on Neffie for some help, Joan said, "Damn! They're loading into a vehicle."
Kent watched the acrobats pile into a plain white panel van and it quickly pulled into the flow traffic before the sliding door was closed.
"Taxi!" Joan called out with her arm in the air.
"Good luck with that," Kent scoffed. "This ain't New York. Taxi's don't troll for fairs in Honolulu."
To prove him totally wrong, a yellow checkered cab pulled up to the curb. Joan opened the door and got in. "You coming?" she asked with impatience from inside the cab.
Kent got in beside her.
"Where to lady?" the cabbie asked.
To Kent's astonishment, the cabbie was his best friend Donny.
"Told you I'd be baaaack," Donny said with a big stupid grin.
"Follow that white van," Joan said.
"Cool, just like on TV," Donny said as he put the cab into drive and squealed away from the curb into University Avenue traffic. Just like the real Donny, a vague background scent of marijuana emanated from him. "Hey Kent. I like your new friend. Hello Miss Liu."
"Apparently I look a lot like this Liu person," Joan said. "I am Dr. Joan Watson, a consultant for the NYPD. My partner is Sherlock Holmes, maybe you've heard of him?"
"Oh, Yeah! Elementary my dear Watson," Donny said in a bad English accent. The cab swerved violently to avoid slamming into the back of a red SUV.
"Careful!" Joan yelled. "Please pay attention to the road!"
"Aaayyyy! No need to bite my head off, " Donny said sounding like Arthur Fonzarelli. His Fonzie was no better then his Holmes or Schwarzenegger. Donny accelerated and recklessly switched lanes to stay behind the van that was moving at a good clip several cars ahead.
"Joan rolled her eyes and said, "After that move, they KNOW they're being followed."
"All you said was follow, babe" Donny complained. "No body said anything about keeping back."
"Don't call me babe," Joan said. "May as well pull along side so I can get a look at the driver."
Donny switched lanes, accelerated, and the cab drew steady with the van. A young Asian woman with a pretty face turned to look at them from behind the wheel of the van.
"She looks familiar," Donny said.
Kent agreed ... he was sure he's seen her in a movie or possibly a TV show.
The Van dramatically veered off onto a side street in the direction of Kaimuki. The van did the turn on just two wheels. For a second, Kent thought that the van was going to crash on its side. But it righted, swerved a little and continued on.
"That chick's one hell of a driver!" Donny yelled. Donny cut across several lanes of busy traffic to stay behind the quickly receding van.
"Mother fucker!" Ken yelled and had to brace himself to keep from slamming his head. Horns blared all around them.
Joan looked concerned but kept calm and quiet.
Some distance ahead, the van slammed to a stop in front of a dull looking highrise. The acrobats spilled out and rushed into the building, the van peeled off and zoomed away.
"Keep following the van?" Donny asked.
"No," Joan said.
Donny slammed on the breaks and the cab squealed to a stop in front of the building. Both Kent and Joan bucked forward and hit the back of the front seat.
"Donny you asshole!" Kent yelled as he and Joan gathered themselves. Kent looked at Joan. "Now what?" he asked.
"I go in," Joan said. "You coming?" She didn't wait for his answer and got out of the cab.
Kent of course followed. Nothing sexy was happening but he had to admit, he was starting to enjoy the intrigue a little.
"Joan baby," Donny said, leaning out the cab window. "If you kiss me I'll forgive the fare."
Joan pealed money from her wallet and threw it on Donny's lap.
"Denied!" Donny said.
Joan dropped another twenty on his lap and said, "Wait here for ten minutes. If we don't come out you can go."
"For you, I'll wait forever," Danny said.
She rolled her eyes and fast walked to the building.
"Loved you in Charlie's Angels," Donny called after her.
"He is CLEARLY on drugs," Joan said.
Kent shook his head. Just like the real Donny, the fake one was such an idiot. Kent ran to catch up with Joan.
The building had one of those old fashion revolving doors and it was still slowly spinning from the acrobats' entry. Together, Joan and Kent slipped into the spinning door and stepped into a quiet, opened space tastefully tiled in burgundy and black. A burly man in a black security guard uniform sat at a computer monitor next to one of those metal detector you see at airports and courthouses. Like every guy with a job like his, he looked totally bored.
Joan headed for the guard station with Kent at her heals.
"A visiting female must be accompanied by two males," the burly guy said sounding as bored as he looked.
"Why is that?" Joan asked perplexed.
"Rules," the guard said but no more.
Joan looked at Kent and said, "Go get that idiot cab driver."
"Let's not and find someone else," Kent pleaded. " Hey! Why don't we call Sherlock?"
"He's on the east coast," Joan said looking at him like he was a fool.
Shaking his head, Kent went out and came back with a smiling Donny in tow. Donny wore baggie white shorts and a black t-shirt that said JUST DID IT on the front. Donny was about to say something but Joan cut him off.
"Please be quiet." Donny looked hurt as Joan gave him a hard look and then mimed zipping her lips shut.
"Empty your pockets," the guard said pushing plastic trays in front of each of them.
Joan, Donny and Kent complied.
"Lady has to remove her bottom," the guard said as he pushed the trays into an x-ray machine. He sounded bored even though he had just said something totally outrageous.
Finally! Kent thought for he was getting a bit antsy for something dirty to happen.
"Excuse me?" Joan asked.
"Ladies must go bottomless. Rules," the guy said.
Donny was about to say something but Joan help up a finger to quiet him.
"I'm not running around in my underwear," Joan said adamantly.
"You won't," the guard said, "you have to be TOTALLY bottomless."
"And if I don't comply?" Joan asked looking both shocked and angry.
"Then you are free to leave," the guard said with a NO SKIN OFF MY NOSE' tone.
Joan gave the Guard a searing look. Clearly she wasn't about to drop her pants. Kent was very disappointed but kept it to himself. Donny just looked on trying not to smirk. Kent's eyes widened when Joan kicked off her shoes and undid her belt.
"Awesome," Donny said, which earned him a killing look from Joan.
Joan dropped her black slacks, slid them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She wore silky cream colored panties. Her smooth slim legs were the perfect compliment to a curvy perfect ass. The woman had an hourglass figure that was totally kicking.
"Panties too," the guard said.
"Sherlock will appreciate your dedication," Donny said.
"Quiet!" Joan said as she slid her panties to the floor, naturally, she bent to pick them up. Her backside was to Donny and he silently mouthed OH MY God. Joan straitened up and Kent's eyes took in the lovely dark triangle of hair between to pale thighs. She handed the garments to the guard and slipped her shoes back on bending a little to do it this time with her back to Kent. WOW he mouthed silently just as Donny had. The guard was totally blasé as he draped Joan's pants on a wooden hanger and then daintily clip the undies to the pants with a white plastic clip. He hung her things with other assorted garments on a clothes rack nearby.
Joan stepped through the metal detector. Kent and Donny bumped shoulders as they jockeyed to be the one behind her. They silently arm fought for a few seconds, then quickly stopped when Joan looked back at them. Donny took advantage and stepped through the detector ahead of Kent.
You'll get your phones, wallets, pocketbook and the lady's clothing back when you leave," the guard droned as he handed out claim tickets. Joan looked at hers blankly.
"Hold that for you?" Donny asked Joan. She gave him a cold look. "I mean ... only cause you ain't got no pockets right?" he blundered on.
Joan handed her claim check to Kent and he put it in his pocket without comment.
"How do I get YOUR job, dude?" Donny asked the guard.
"Apply at human resources," the guard said bored as ever. "All the main offices are down the hall through the big doors. The front office manager will meet you at the entrance. Enjoy your visit to Mirror Corporation."
Joan headed down the hall. Kent and Donny followed with their eyes locked on her lovely naked bottom.
"Eyes up," Joan said without having to look back.
The guys obeyed ... but only for a second.
At the end of the hall, they entered through a set of big doors that opened into a busy office space. A pretty brunette with a stack of folders in her arms strolled by. She wore a nice silk top and absolutely nothing below except her heels. Kent's eyes focused on the dark brown patch between her legs. He looked around and saw that every female wore no pants or skirt. Aside from that, the place seemed a normal busy office.
"All the chicks are bare assed dude," Donny said stating the obvious. "What part of your brain is into this? Not that I'm complaining."
"No Idea," Kent said as he eyed up a dark skin woman strolling by. She looked Indian. In fact she looked just like a girl in his American History class, Ishani was her name. She smiled at him as she walked by. He smiled back then his eyes dropped down to her jet black curly pubes. He continued eying her down low getting a long look at her dark naked ass as she walked by.
"Ain't that the Ishani chick from history class?" Donny asked eying her ass too. "Whoa dude! That babe coming our way ... ain't that the chick from the Avengers movies?"
Kent looked up. And low and behold, that's who it was. Kent tried to recall the Actress' name but couldn't come up with it, the character she played in the Avengers movie was easier to recall, though, Black Widow. She wore a dark green clinging top that complimented her coppery red hair. Like every other female in sight, she was totally naked down below. The V between her creamy thighs match her red hair up top.
"Dude! Never knew you had a bottomless public nude thing."
"Neither did I," Kent said, pleased but confused.
"Quiet both of you," Joan said. "She must be the office manager the guard told us about. Let me do the talking,"
Black Widow stopped in front of them and addressed Joan.
"May I help you Miss Watson?"
"Good, you know who I am," Joan said, "so you must know that I work with Sherlock Holmes. I'm looking for circus acrobats that had entered the building just minutes ago.
"May I ask why?" Widow asked sounding unimpressed that Joan worked for Holmes.
"They may be involved in a series of crimes," Joan said.
"That seems unlikely," Widow said.
The woman went back and forth for about a minute, which gave Kent and Donny time enough to discreetly step around to check out Black Widow's excellent, curvy ass ... and it was totally excellent.
"Like your dirty mind," Donny whispered.
"Either you let me question the acrobats or—" Joan started to say but was cut off by Widow.
"Or what?" Miss Watson? You are a long way from New York and we are not some fly by night accounting firm that you can easily bully." Widow sounded calm but her hackles were clearly up.
"OR," Joan continued, "I call in Five-O who has agreed to back Sherlock one hundred percent on this matter. They shut you down and I question EVERYONE until I get to whom I want. And that I assure you will take a VERY long time."
Kent marveled at the conversing women. It was like a scene right off the TV screen ... accept for the outrageous fact that both were naked from the waist down. The women were exactly the same height just a couple of inches or so over five feet he guessed. Kent wondered if the women's height were true or was this was how he imagined them? If that were so, he would have had Widow MUCH taller. And as interesting as this all was, Kent still puzzled over the bottomless stuff. He was aware of sites on line depicting bottomless women in public and private, but he hardly ever visited them.
"You're more into the cum facial stuff," Donny said clearly following Kent's thoughts. "Maybe deep down you're an ass man."
"ALL guys are ass men," Kent said. He looked around to check out more naked bottoms. His eyes zeroed in on a woman with long, straight, light brown hair and a pale slim butt that was easy to look at. She wore a tight clinging blue tang top with red trim, she stood at about five and a half feet tall. The woman looked over her shoulder briefly and he saw that it was the driver of the white van the had followed here. She saw Kent looking, gave him the stink eye and ducked around a corner.
"Please wait here as I consult with my superiors," Black Widow said to Joan. She turned crisply and walked away.
"Sweet," Donny said, his eyes glued to Widow's departing ass. So were Kent's. Their eyes flickered back to Joan and both pairs quickly dropped to her dark patch of hair.
"Eyes up!" Joan said.
"I saw the woman who was driving the van," Kent told her, just barely looking into her face.
"Where?" Joan asked.
Kent walked her and Donny to where the woman had slipped away. They looked down a long line of cubicles that ended in a door. The driver of the van stood at the end and the moment she saw Joan and company, she quickly slipped through the door.
"It's that hot Japanese super model chick from Rosecranz and Guildenstern are Undead!" Donny said. "Um ... what else?"
"2 Fast 2 Furious?" Kent said.
"Yeah! And Sin City!" Donny added excited.
"I can't come up with her name though," Kent said.
"It's there some where," Donny said. his eyes rolled up in thought then he said, "Found it! Devon Aoki! Dude, you sure like Asian chicks lately."
Joan headed down the row of cubicles to the door at the end.
"Um ... we were told to wait here by Black Widow?" Kent said.
"Dude, really?" Donny said, shaking his head. "You pick NOW to start obeying the rules?"
"But she's an Avenger?" Kent mumbled like he was making sense. He fell in behind Joan and Donny. The three quickly blew through the door at the other end.
"Whoa!" Donny said. "What part of your mind is finding THIS hot and sexy?"
They were in huge enclosed space with a high ceiling. The ground was dirt and pitched in the middle of the space was a a tiny circus tent no bigger than a Mini Cooper. All around them, huge Macy parade size balloon clown heads floated high in the vast ceiling.
"Those are fuckin' Steven King creepy, dude," Donny said.
"I don't know what this is all about," Kent said. "I've never thought of clowns one way or another. If the helmet wanted to freak me out, giant spiders and zombies would be better choices."
"Shut up!" Donny said, punching Kent's arm hard the way the real Donny would have.
"No make!" Kent said using a local pidgin expression he had picked up.
"Then stop giving the helmet ideas!" Donny said. He punched Kent again.
"Stop acting foolish," Joan said sounding exasperated as she headed to the tent, the guys hesitated for a second then fell in behind her. Joan sighed for she knew that they had held back so that they could spy her naked bottom. As they approached the little tent. Kent looked up eying the ugly, evil looking floating clown heads ... they all seemed to be looking down at him with hungry expressions. Donny's comment was apt ... they were totally Stephen King creepy.
Joan pushed aside the tent flap and the three stepped inside.
"Not what I expected," Kent said astonished.
Like in a stupid TV cartoon, the interior of the tent didn't fit the exterior at all. They had entered into a long dimly lit corridor with high rough stonewalls. The floor was dirt and they could just make out a door and person at the far end. They headed to the far door.
"Is there anyway I can get you two from looking at my butt?" Joan asked several steps ahead of the guys.
"If you killed us maybe," Donny said.
"Idiots," Joan mumbled.
"Stop pissing her off," Kent whispered and punched Donny on the arm.
"No make!" Donny said.
Dirt crunched under foot with every step. As they drew closer to the far door, Kent saw that they were approaching another guard station. This guard was Shaquille O'Neal size putting the him a foot or more taller than Kent's five eleven. The guard wore the same dark security uniform as the guard at the entrance of the building. The one difference was the freaky rubber, Halloween clown mask he wore.
In a low voice, clown mask guard asked, "Are you cleared to be down here?"
"I bet they're not," came a female voice." The van driver, stepped out from behind the dude. She was so much smaller and slimmer then the guard that she had been totally hidden. She wore a purplish blue tang top thing with a hot pink trim. Probably something she had worn in one of her movies Kent figured.
"Dude it's really Devon Aoki ... the chick is hot," Donny said. "And she's bottomless! Totally cool!"
Kent eyed the black patch between the woman's slim legs. Then his eyes shifted up quickly when clown mask guard gave him a look of death.
"Her name is Suki, ass wipe," clown mask guard said in his deep baritone taking a menacing step toward Donny and Kent.
"Back off Boris," Devon AKA Suki from the movie 2 Fast 2 Furious said.
Boris grunted but backed off like she asked.
"You were in the company of acrobats that arrived here in a white van," Joan said to Suki.
Maybe," Suki said.
"I saw you," Joan said. "you were behind the wheel.
"That's what I do for Mirror Corporation," Suki said. "I drive ... I'm very good at it."
"Work here long?" Joan asked.
"None of your business," Suki said.
"Ultimately, I'm not interested in you," Joan said. "It's the people in that van I want to talk to. If you cooperate we can leave your name out of this."
"That is so reasonable," Suki said with mock sincerity. "Tell you what, if you get totally naked, I'll answer some of your questions."
"Excuse me?" Joan asked clearly shocked.
"Get naked and I'll talk."
This is more like it! Kent thought, he was getting tired of the detective story line in this bizarre fantasy. Get to the sex already! his dick kept screaming.
With a sigh, Joan said, "I'm already half way there." She removed her top, and then her bra. Even though she had been naked from the waist down all this time, Kent still enjoyed watching her remove the rest. Her breasts were perfect, perky B-cups, her figure on the curvy side of slim.
"Righteous," Donny said.
"Do you know who is the chief contact is?" Joan asked crisply.
"It's not a person," Suki said, "it's a corporation."
"Is it Mirror Corporation?" Joan asked.
"Suck some cock and maybe I'll tell you," Suki said with a sly smile.
Seven foot tall Boris the clown chuckled.
With a look of distaste, Joan's eyes flickered to Boris.
Suki laughed. "Not Boris, your escorts will do."
"I'll do what I can to help," Donny said magnanimously stepping forward.
"Shut up," Joan said.
Joan turn to Kent and said, "Pull it out and let's get this over with." She made to dropped to her knees on the dirt floor before him.
"Hold on," Kent said. He removed his t-shirt and put it on the ground for her to kneel on.
"Such a gentleman," Suki said with the same mocking tone from before.
"I was about to do the same thing," Donny offered.
Suki gave Donny an AS IF scowl as Joan dropped to her knees onto the t-shirt.
Joan looked up at Kent, the splash of freckles across her cheeks and nose added an exotic high note to the moment. She gave him a small bewildered smile that made his super hard cock twitch. He undid the front of his denim shorts and sprung himself free. Joan gripped his hard shaft and stroked him briefly. Her eyes flickered to Donny who had his cock out too. She gripped Donny with her free hand as she took Kent into her warm mouth. Kent hissed with pleasure as she did everything perfect.
Only one of his girlfriends ever sucked cock like this and that was Ashley Grant. He tried to recall WHY he had broken up with her. Clearly it had been a case of temporary insanity or worse ... sheer stupidity. Joan freed Kent from her mouth and went to work on Donny.
"Awesome," Donny said, looking down on Joan's bobbing head.
Joan let Donny slide from her mouth. "What is the corporations name?" Joan asked Suki.
"Imperial out of Baltimore," Suki said.
"Sherlock suspected an Imperial Corp connection," Joan said, still gripping both cocks. She waited to see if Suki would say more, but the woman didn't, so Joan took Kent into her mouth again and swallowing every inch of him to the base, kneading his balls in the processes. She pulled back, let him drop and then gave the same attentions to Donny.
Suki said, "My, what WON'T you do for Sherlock?"
Joan freed Donny from her mouth and asked briskly, "Do you know how high up the contact is?"
"Pretty high."
"Is it the CEO," Joan asked as she absently stroked Donny's erection.
"Suck some ball sac and maybe I'll tell you," Suki said.
Joan gave her a hateful look but turned to Kent and did the dirty. As Joan rolled Kent's balls around in her mouth, he prayed that Suki would keep being stingy with information. The moment was so awesome, just one thing bothered him, Boris the clown watching with a hungry look in his red, bloodshot eyes. Kent saw that beads of sweat had formed on the clown's forehead. How the hell was he sweating through that rubber mask?
Joan let Kent's balls drop from her mouth. "The contact?" she asked Suki.
"Hey!" Donny complained. "Should,'t you do me and THEN ask?"
"Shut up!" Joan snapped. "The contact?" Joan asked again as she stood. Clearly, she was done with the oral requests.
"Milton Sandburg, he's in charge of logistics or something like that," Suki said with a smirk of contempt.
Boris was still looking at Kent so he quickly put his dick back into the barn. So did a grumbling disgruntled Donny.
Joan bent down and picked up Kent's t-shirt. She shook the dirt off it, but instead of giving it back to Kent, she put it on. She didn't bother with her old top and bra leaving them abandoned in the dirt. The T-shirt acted like a dress on her coming down to mid thigh. As she adjusted her hair, she said, "Sandburg died two days ago, victim of a hit and run."
That bit of information seem to startle Suki. "Milt is dead?" she asked.
"Milt?" Joan asked with a raised eyebrow. "Clearly you knew the man."
"He was always a little goofy around me," Suki said. "I think he had a crush. He was such a funny little guy ... I liked him."
Was she acting? Kent wondered, she seem truly shaken by Sandburg's death.
"Since Sandburg is dead," Joan said as she pulled at the t-shirt to see if would drop lower. Kent liked the way her hard nipples poked at the front of the shirt. "Who are your friends meeting with today?"
"I ... I don't know?"
"I'm done performing sex acts," Joan said.
"I don't know," Suki insisted.
"We're talking murder here," Joan said. "Sherlock thinks that someone, say a professional driver, did Sandburg in. Do you really want Sherlock Holmes looking at you with THAT on his mind?"
"The Mirror people did all the face to face stuff," Suki said now totally flustered. "I just DRIVE to where ever they tell me to."
"Like DRIVE over Milton Sandburg?"
"I'm not a killer! I liked Milt!"
"I want to talk to people in that van," Joan said.
"Through the door," Suki said, sounding defeated. "Can you take them Boris?"
"Can't leave my post, sweets, you know that" Boris said.
"I'll go then," Suki said. She didn't sound happy about that at all.
"You don't wanna do that, Suki" Boris said sounding truly concerned for the girl. "Things get kinda hinky on the other side of this door."
"I'll be fine," Suki said. "It's the Sherlock groupie and these losers that have to watch out."
"You have to be bottomless," Boris said in his menacing baritone, eying up Joan in her procured t-shirt. Joan rolled her beautiful Asian eyes and tied a knot in her t-shirt so that her naked bottom showed.
Boris didn't look pleased at all and was clearly about to say something but Suki cut him off.
"Back off Boris."
Boris made a disgruntled sound as he pushed open the door. "For nobody but you Suki," Boris said. Suki smiled and patted his cheek affectionately.
Everyone marched through the open door with Kent at the end of the line. Boris looked down at him with rummy bloodshot eyes. A tiny smile formed on his red and white clown's mouth. The smile bloomed into a yellow, pointy tooth grin that chilled Kent's blood. Even creepier, he saw that Boris wasn't wearing a rubber mask after all, the saggy cheeks, droopy eyes and double chin was his actual face covered in clown makeup.
"Fucking horror show," Kent whispered.
"What you say?" Boris asked, putting a large hand on Kent's shoulder.
Kent pulled away and hurried after the others.
"If anything happens to Suki, I'm holding you all responsible," Boris called after them.
"He your boyfriend?" Donny asked Suki.
"Just an over protective friend."
"No boyfriend?" Donny asked.
"I don't care much for long term attachments," Suki said.
"I got a chance then?" Donny said.
"Only if every male in the cosmos suddenly cease to exist," Suki said. "And even then a big fucking noway."
"Alright then," Donny said with a smile and a bob of his head apparently liking his odds.
They found themselves looking down another long corridor with high walls and more dirt floor.
"How big is this fucking place?" Donny asked.
The moment Boris closed the door behind them, Joan undid the knot in her shirt and covered her naked bottom again.
"I liked it the other way," Donny said.
That got him a poisonous glare from Joan.
"Well, there's still Suki to look at," Donny said.
That got him the finger from Suki.
The women led the way and the guys fell in behind them. Kent eyed Suki's naked ass as it bunch and dimple presently with each step. He found it odd that Joan had gone out of her way to put on his shirt to cover up her nakedness. If this was all a fantasy from his mind, why would she bother?
"The longer we exist, the more independent we become," Donny said. "That's why it's hard to keep me away."
"Reading my mind?" Kent asked.
"This is ALL your mind, dude."
"So you're saying that the longer this goes on the less control I will have over ... them?" Kent asked waving a hand at the women walking ahead.
"Pretty much," Donny said.
"Let me prove the point," Suki said, she stopped walking and stood facing Donny. "Give me your fucking shorts or I'll kill you."
"See," Donny said.
He stripped off his baggy shorts and handed them to Suki. He had on red briefs with black trim, his boner comically pushed at the front of his underwear.
"That would fit me better," Suki said pointing at his red briefs.
"Anything to accommodate a pretty lady," Donny said as he slipped his briefs down snapping his erection free; it pointed at Suki with a happy twitch. As he handed off the briefs, he said, "Sharing the same undies, that kinda of intimate don't you think?"
"Yeah, it's like we're fucking married," Suki said with a roll of her eyes. She pulled on the briefs and it fit her slim bottom very nicely.
"I would appreciate it if you would lone me your underpants too," Joan said to Kent.
"Um ... sure," Kent said. He dropped his shorts and then his dark blue briefs and handed them to Joan. Joan slipped on his briefs looking unbelievable sexy doing it.
Suki pointed an the index fingers of both her hands at the exposed, perky erection. "Put those things away before you lose them."
"We're free ballin' it today," Donny said as he and Kent pulled up their shorts.
With an impatient look from Joan, they continued on.
"Do you exist when you're not with me?" Kent asked Donny.
"Yeah."
"Where do you ... um ... go?"
"In your fold, dude," Donny said like it made sense.
It didn't, but before Kent could ask for clarification, Joan spoke.
"There's someone up ahead. You know who it is?"
Suki shook her head. "Never been pass Boris before."
"Hope it's not another clown," Donny said.
"Look's like two people," Joan said. "I see bright blue, they may be wearing costumes."
"Great," Donny said. "More fucking clowns like Boris."
"Don't you dis on Boris," Suki said. "He's really sweet."
"The guy looked like he wanted to eat my liver," Kent said.
"He'd never do that," Suki said sounding shocked. "He only eats hearts."
"Cannibal clowns ... how fucked up is that?" Donny said.
"Sorry," Kent said automatically. "I just don't know where the helmet is getting the nightmare clowns from. Even this bottomless thing is really odd. Don't get me wrong, I appreciated a good naked bottom but it's just not something that I'm into."
"I don't think we're in your fold anymore," Joan said.
"Oh my God," Suki whispered her beautiful eyes wide with fear.
Joan nodded, "We're in Alice's fold."
"Aw shit!" Donny barked. "When did THAT happen?"
"When we entered through Boris' door I think" Joan said. Maybe even further back when we entered the Mirror Corp building."
"Fuck me," Donny said looking around nervously. "I was hoping this was some deep seeded psycho sexual fantasy of Kent about fucking clowns."
"Whoa," Kent said. "I've NEVER wanted to fuck a clown! And what the hell do you mean by Alice's fold?"
"Didn't Neffie tell you about Alice?" Donny asked.
"She started," Kent said. "But Joan showed up and I got kind of sidetracked."
"Alice was the first test subject for the brain tube," Donny said. "Thing's got really fucked up with her."
Joan nodded. "Harriet rebuild the new helmet from the old one and a part of the real Alice's personality was imprinted in some of the programing."
"And we've blundered into her fold," Suki said.
"I think we were drawn here," Joan added ominously. "Back on campus I saw signs of her. There were spooky clowns back there too. Her power appears to be growing."
"Bet that's why Harriet is having trouble getting around," Donny said with a worried nod.
Kent didn't like the sound of fear coming from his companions. "What is this fold stuff?" he asked. Then he waved his hands frantically in front of him. "Never mind. Let's just turn around and go back."
"Not gonna happen," Suki said.
Kent turned around anyway. "Fuck me," he whispered when he saw that a brick wall bared his way back. "Okay, this is my fucking head, right? Wall! Go away!"
"Won't work, dude," Donny said. This whole place is Alice."
"This could all still be part of his fantasy," Joan said, "Maybe the brain tube is feeding into his sense of adventure and is creating a feeling of fear to enhance the moment."
It sounded like a great theory but the look on Joan's face clearly showed that she was grasping at straws.
Donny shook his head. "Fear's not Kent's thing. He's more into the group sex and orgy stuff."
"Yeah, he likes the gross bukakke thing," Suki said, "with guys cumming on chick's faces and all that."
Joan nodded and said, "Since Suki and I are key players, he clearly has an Asian girl fetish too."
"He ain't TOTALLY into the humiliation stuff," Donny said, coming to Kent's defense like the real Donny would have. It warmed Kent's heart toward the fantasy rendition of his real friend.
"I agree," Joan said. "My guess is that he may ultimately have some kind of peeing fetish going back to his youth."
"You do know that I'm standing right HERE?" Kent said totally embarrassed at having his sexual foibles discussed so openly.
"What the chicks are saying," Donny said, giving Kent's shoulder a friendly grip, "is that you've got a dirty streak but Alice is dark and all the freaky clown shit is her thing. Maybe the bottomless stuff too."
"HARRIET!" Kent Yelled at the high ceiling.
"You can't get to Harriet from here," Suki said.
"We may as well go see what's at the the other end," Joan suggested.
"Should have stayed with the fucking taxi," Donny groused as they moved down the hall.
"Price of existence and free will, dude," Suki said, she wasn't mocking him, in fact she sounded sympathetic and a little sad.
"Maybe Neffie can help?" Kent said. "She says she my avatar. Maybe she can guide us to Harriet?"
"Do you like this Neffie?" Suki asked.
"Yeah, she's super sweet," Kent said.
"Then don't ask her to come here," Suki said flatly.
"You're saying that this Alice person can hurt us?" Kent asked, his worry edging toward panic.
"Me, Suki and Joan for sure," Donny said, "and Neffie if she dare show."
"So I'm safe?" Kent asked, marginally relieved.
"You're connected to the helmet," Joan said.
"You should be fine," Suki added with a shrug.
"Yeah, dude, totally fine" Donny said.
They all avoided his eyes ... FAR from reassuring.
They could make out two figures at the end of the needlessly long hall. The figures appeared to be male and like Joan had said, they wore blue outfits. "They don't look like clowns," Kent said sounding hopeful. When they got closer, Kent amended his first impression ... the figures were not wearing blue outfits but were PAINTED blue and totally naked, and both were definitely male as each sported impressive dangling blue penis. Thankfully though, neither were nightmare clowns. The blue guys weren't Shaq size like Boris, but by no means were they tiny either. Both stood at six feet tall and well muscled like a pair of nightclub bouncers.
"They look like that super blue dude from the Watchmen movie," Donny said.
Kent agreed for they both had target like circles on their foreheads and seemed to be giving off a slight luminescence.
"What do we do?" Kent asked apprehensively.
"We do our jobs," Joan said. She cleared her throat and addressed the blue guys, "We are looking for a troop of circus acrobats."
"They passed here," one blue guy said.
"Um ... good," Joan said. "May I speak with them?"
"Pass through this door and you may do so," the other blue said.
"Good," Joan said with a cheery clap, she made for the door. The blue guy nearest her put out a hand to stop her.
"Didn't think it would be that easy," Suki whispered.
"You are not showing enough flesh to pass," the other blue said.
Joan knotted her t-shirt and dropped the briefs so that her naked bottom was exposed. She picked up the briefs and handed them to Kent who automatically stuffed them in the front pocket of his shorts. Suki dropped her borrowed red and black briefs too and handed them off to Donny.
"Never gonna get tired of this view," Donny said as he stuffed the briefs into a pocket.
Suki poked him hard in the ribs with an elbow.
"No make!" Donny said rubbing his chest.
"More," a blue guy said, holding up a hand to stop Joan again.
"You want us naked?" Joan asked.
One of the blues pointed at Joan. "You must perform."
"More oral attention?" Joan asked sounding irritated but it was clear she was ready to do it.
"No, you must have intercourse with us and any other takers," both blues said as one.
"Up for a blue men gangbang Miss Watson?" Suki asked.
"This is so ..." Joan said, but trailed off looking murderous.
"Fucked up?" Suki finished for her.
"The woman will kiss," a blue guy said.
"Horny ass motherfuckers," Suki mumbled as she turned to face Joan.
Kent's near permanent erection tightened in his shorts even more as a fresh, intense feeling of lust swept over him. Behind the sexual arousal he felt a ... presents ... like he was somehow standing in the exact same spot as another person. That was totally illogical of course but that's just how it felt. He stepped off to the side to see if you could separate himself from the feeling but it didn't work. An overwhelming urge to drop his shorts and grip his aching hardon closed in on him. Mindlessly, he fumbled at the snap to his shorts dropping them unceremoniously to his ankles and gripped his raging dick.
"Is this odd feeling Alice?" Kent asked. He saw that the blue guys were totally erect too, each sporting light-blue, eight inch identical erections.
"I'd say, yeah," Donny said.
Like Kent, Donny stood with his shorts around his ankles, gripping his dick.
Joan and Suki stood facing each other for several seconds more then they closed in for a soft casual kiss. Kent's heart rate increased as he watched the bottomless women tentatively embrace. Quickly, the kiss advanced as their bodies pressed in tight and their mouths moved aggressively with lots of tongue action.
It was Alice driving the kiss, Kent knew as he stood watching gripping himself.
One of the blue guys pointed at Joan and said, "Show more flesh."
Joan pushed Suki away and with her back to the blue guys, pulled the t-shirt over her head. Kent's eyes feasted on her fully naked body. With an expression of pure lust on her beautiful freckled face, Joan unexpectedly stormed into Kent's arms nearly knocking him over.
"This is all Alice," Joan whispered to him.
"I know," he whispered back.
She covered his mouth with the hottest kiss he had ever experienced in both his real life and the fantasy world of the helmet. The kiss was way too brief though as she pulled back suddenly. She dropped to her knees before him, took his steely erection into her mouth and worked him hot and furious with the same aggressive enthusiasm she had shown with the kiss.
The pair of blue guys closed in to get some of the action. Joan gave her attention to the nearest blue dick and like a porn diva, gripped the other blue guy and Kent off to the sides.
Kent's gaze shifted to Suki attentively watching Joan suck blue cock. His heart ached as his eyes soaked in Suki's exotic beauty. A desire to see her fully naked swept over him like a sudden fever. He pulled free of Joan's grip, and without asking, he grabbed the hem of Suki's top and pulled it over her head. He loved the way her long brown hair cascaded around her pale, pretty face. Her small pert breasts with dark, quarter sized nipples begged to be touched.
"Go ahead, touch me," Suki whispered, reading his mind. His hands explored her breasts. "Kiss me." she demanded seconds later.
Aroused beyond reason, Kent pulled her in hard. They kissed and groped in what seemed like forever ... and maybe it was. In this crazy world of his mind what did time matter? Then suddenly, Suki was pulled away from him ending forever for the moment. It was Joan who had interrupted the kiss. The blue guys closed in on Suki aggressively pawing at her, kissing her neck, face and breasts. Donny stood off to the side whacking his pud at blinding speed.
With her back to Kent, Joan leaned against him and he rubbed his hard dick against her perfect ass. Because of the height difference, Joan's head came just under his chin. His hands slipped around and he feverishly explored her breasts as he breathed in her fragrant hair. She smelled a musky shampoo with a background of expensive perfume and just a hint of tobacco smoke. He wondered where the brain tube had found these particular smells? Then he had it... Joy Maeda, Ashley Grant's sexy little friend from Honolulu ... it was back stage at the Angel's Nest concert last summer back in Ohio ... Joy had been wonderfully receptive to his advances that night.
"Enough of this! Fuck me," Joan said.
She stepped away from him and walked to a huge bed that had not been there before. Kent was too deep into the moment to question the bed's sudden appearance. Joan got on the bed but stayed on her hands and knees making it clear that she wanted to be taken from behind. Kent obliged. He knelt behind her wonderful ass, gripped his hardon and entered her in one rough, smooth thrust; Joan gasped at his entry. Wasting no time, he aggressively went at her. The blue guys crawled onto the bed, knelt near Joan's head and fed her their hard, light-blue cocks.
Suki settled along side Kent and ran a hand over his dangling balls. "God all might," Kent said in a hitching voice. Everything was so exciting ... almost overwhelming.
Joan shook her head violently to free her mouth of a blue dick. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she chanted over and over until she finally did with a violent full body spasm.
Just as Joan's body started to settle, a blue guy elbowed Kent aside, flipped Joan onto her back, knelt between her spread legs and entered her. Donny and the other blue guy knelt near Joan's head and pushed their erections at her face to get at her mouth. She ignored them both giving her full attention to the blue guy moving in and out of her as she gasp harshly with every thrust.
One of Suki's hands encircled Kent's erection. "Seems a big enough bed," she said as she coaxed him onto his back keeping her grip on him all the while. She straddled him and pierced herself with his eager excitement. In no time, she got her hips moving in a fast hitching roll. At first, she sat up straight allowing Kent a nice view of her rocking upper body, his hands eagerly roamed over her perky a-cups. As her orgasm closed in, she leaned forward and planted her hands on either side of his head, her long hair lashing his upper body, her breath hot on his face.
His thoughts raced as he and Suki went at it.
...This helmet thing is better than booze! Better than drugs! Better than base jumping! Hell, even better than real sex! No way in the real world could he score a woman as hot and beautiful as the one rocking above him right now.
"I'M SO FUCKING COMING!" Suki yelled with her face inches from his. After several heavy intakes of breath, she sat up abruptly. Kent's hands gripped her waist ready to roll again but she grabbed his much bigger hands with her smaller ones and moved them up to her tits. He looked at her with her hair a wild mess, her face sweaty, her eyes shut, her expression twisted with pleasure. She was so fucking beautiful that he wouldn't mind staring up at her forever ... and because of the weirdness of the brain tube ... it was forever.
"Don't you dare stop!" Joan said to the blue guy fucking her.
Again ... so much for forever as Kent's thoughts turned to fucking Joan Watson for a second time. Kent sat up and coax Suki off of him.
"Pull it out, come on her, show me the money," came a female voice.
It wasn't Joan speaking because she was still huffing and gasping under the blue guy, it wasn't Suki either for she was knelling close to Kent and she hadn't said a thing.
"It's Alice," Donnie said, stating the obvious. He knelt on one side of Joan's head and blatantly rubbed the head of his erection at her left cheekbone.
A breathy, hitching sigh came from the scrum around Joan. It was the blue guy fucking her. He pulled out of her, gripped his blue hardon and ejaculated an electric blue-white jet that sailed unnaturally high and splashed down on Joan's forehead. Three more gravity defying streams of jizz followed, all slapping at her face and neck making her flinch with volley.
"Someone keep fucking me!" Joan demanded. The other blue dude pushed his spent companion aside, fell between Joan's legs and got to work.
Kent stared at Joan's messy face with heated lust. The contrast of the blue-white jizz in her dark hair fascinated him. Suki pressed in close at his side and he couldn't resist brushing his hands over her slim inviting form even as most his attention was on Joan. He could feel Alice pushing at the inside of his head fueling his desire. As hot as the moment was, he didn't like the invasion.
"Come on her," the voice came again. The second blue guy pulled out of Joan and sprayed lines of blue-white across her belly and breasts in copious Peter North fashion.
"Fuck her," Alice said clearly addressing Kent.
The blue guy moved aside and Kent took his place between Joan's legs. He looked down at her for a few seconds then he entered her with a slow gentle thrust.
"Fuck her hard," Alice said. It sounded like the woman was kneeling right next to him, he could even feel puffs of air from her words on the side of his face.
Kent kept at a slow even pace, Joan's hips rolled with each easy thrust. Kent's eyes focused on her breasts, wet and glistening with the off color jizz. His looked at her messy Asian face, her expression serious, focused, determined.
"Fuck her hard and come on her face," Alice said.
He kept at the slow pace.
"Better do as she asks," Suki said kneeling dainty on her calves nearby.
"Come on Joan's face," Alice boomed. She sounded pissed.
Donny, with the head of his erection pressed to Joan's left exquisite cheekbone let loose several messy likes of jizz. Joan turned her head in avoidance, clearly annoyed at the distraction.
"Come on her face," said Alice to Kent at twice the volume as before. The world seem to vibrate from her voice.
"Not until I come FIRST bitch!" Joan called out, apparently just as defiant as Kent. A few thrusts later, Joan did just that. As she twisted under him, Kent decided that he wasn't going to end on Joan's face no matter what Alice wanted.
"Better do it, dude," Donny said, reading his mind.
"It would be best for us all if you did," Suki said.
"Do it, I don't care," Joan said in a jostled voice as Kent picked up the pace.
"You did it every other time, dude," Donny said sounding worried. "You LIKE doing it."
"This feels different ... " Kent said. "I don't like this Alice in my head."
"Come on her face," Alice said. The voice was louder, deafening now.
"Do as she asks!" Suki yelled sounding desperate.
"None of this is real!" Kent insisted as he banged away.
"It is for us!" Suki screamed.
"I'm coming again!" Joan yelled.
On the very next thrust, so did Kent. But rebelliously, he stayed where he was and exploded deep inside of beautiful Joan Watson.
After his breathing settled, Kent pulled out of Joan and fell on his back next to her on the bed. He looked at Suki kneeling near him, then Donny next to her. The blue guys were nowhere in sight, he had no idea where or when they had disappeared. So far, lightning didn't strike anyone ... and none of them puffed out of existence ... yet.
As his breathing normalized, Kent asked, "What now?"
"We go through the damned door," Joan said.
Donny was the only one wearing some clothes, it was his t-shirt the said JUST DID IT on the front. Weirdly, he pulled the shirt over his head and handed it to Joan. "Wipe up," he said softly.
She gave him a smile of gratitude as she used the shirt to clean her face and body and hair. She handed the shirt back to him and he put it back on without complaint or comment. Joan found Kent's appropriated shirt and slipped it on.
Spent and exhausted, everyone got off the bed to sort through clothes, Suki slipped on her blue-purple top and Donny handed her the briefs still in his shorts pocket.
As Suki slipped on the briefs, she said to Donny, "It's okay if you look me up in the fold."
"Awesome," Donny said with a smile.
Kent pulled on his denim shorts and then handed the briefs in the pocket to Joan.
"Sorry for saying you're not real," Kent said.
"Reality is ... relative," Joan said with a weak smile as she pulled on the briefs and then ran her finger through her messy long hair to break up some tangles.
"Yeah," Suki added. "To be honest, I don't quite believe there is a world outside the brain tube."
Her existential comment made Kent laugh.
They stood just outside the door formally guarded by the blue guys. Kent looked at his odd companions and asked Joan a fundamental question. "Before today, what do you remember?"
"I was with Sherlock at our flat in New York," Joan said with no hesitation. "He went to track down a clue on the murder we are trying to solve. I flew to Honolulu to follow up on the circus acrobats. I was booked in coach, it was a long awful flight."
"And you Suki?" Kent asked.
"I waited all day in a cheap hotel in Waikiki for a call as to where to pick up the circus people and then deliver some art to a boat at the Honolulu harbor."
"Stolen art," Joan reminded everyone. "And Milton Sandburg is dead because of that art."
Suki rolled her eyes. "I told you, I'm not a killer."
"That remains to be seen," Joan said seriously.
"So you're just playing parts?" Kent asked, confused.
"They are who they are," Donny said. "The helmet creates us using your thoughts, memories and fantasies. Then it goes on line to fill in the gaps."
"Whoa! The helmet goes on line? Why?" Kent asked surprised.
"Yeah," Donny said. "The last time Harriet used the helmet, it was just the hardware and Alice's thoughts. Things got really fucked up."
"The online aspect allows for a constant flow of information," Joan said. "Before the helmet could assess the internet, Alice got cornered in her own head and her sexual desires took control."
"So this Alice was a total sex freak then?" Kent asked.
"No, not at all," Suki said. "But like everyone, Alice had a dark side. The helmet totally amplified it.
"It's doing the same with you," Suki said.
"Yeah," Donny said. "Harriet thought that she had solved the sexual amp bug. But it's still fucked up."
Joan nodded. "Harriet thought that by piggy backing in using the new head gear would allow her to control you."
"Fucking denied," Donny said with a hollow laugh. "She can't even find you."
Kent looked at the mystery door. "Does Harriet know about this piece of Alice left behind?"
"She only knows that there is a glitch," Joan said, "and doesn't know that it's related to Alice. She keeps trying to eliminate it but all of her attempts have failed."
"And with every failure, Alice gets stronger," Suki said.
"Yeah, and more piss off," Donny added.
"After all that ... Harriet put the second helmet on me," Kent said sounding shocked. "I really thought that we had a connection?" He let out a mirthless laugh. "Guess I'm just a guinea pig to her," he mumbled more then a little hurt.
"The chick's getting some serious funding to push this forward," Donny said.
"From who?" Kent ask, his hurt turned to anger thinking that this might be all about money.
"Can't talk about it," Donny said with a shrug.
"Can't or WON'T?" Kent barked at him.
"We can't," Suki said.
"It's in our DNA ... or programing if you want to see it that way," Joan said.
"I'm not playing this game anymore!" Kent yelled at the distant ceiling as he walked away from the door. "You hear me Alice! You too Harriet! This Nightmare on Elm Street shit is over!"
Nothing happened for a few beats. Then the door slowly swung open on its own.
"Come in," came Alice's voice from the other side of the open door. She sounded inviting, nice even.
As far as Kent could see, the space on the other side of the door seemed identical to where they stood, dirt ground, high walls and all that. Kent approached the open door and stepped through it. The others followed. Other then then that far door at the other end, the hall was empty. With Kent leading the way, they headed down the empty hall.
Halfway down the long hall, Suki screamed, "Donny!"
"Fucking gnarly!" Donny yelled.
"Oooh shit," Kent whispered when he turned to see a black figure, over ten feet tall holding Donny off the floor by his shirt. With a heartless casual fling, the dark figure threw Donny against one of the walls. This time Kent screamed his friend's name.
"Donny!"
Where Donny hit, the wall flexed like it was made of rubber. At first, Kent thought that Donny would simply bounce back like a wrestler on the ropes... but he didn't. The wall formed a grotesque mouth and swallowed him whole. Donny didn't even have time to scream.
Joan, Suki and Kent looked on horror stricken as a giant tongue licked out of the mouth and slithered over bloated monster size lips, it released a grotesque burp. The three backed away from the mouth in a hurry.
Kent's eyes flickered to the giant who had thrown Donny to his death. It had a female form with a slim figure and long hair. It appeared to be naked. It's skin and hair—every inch of it—was a shiny obsidian black.
Joan let out a moan of pain and collapsed to the dirt floor like a limp rag doll. Kent instinctively dropped to his knees and rolled her over, she gripped at his arms and looked into his eyes with pleading desperation. Right before him, her face change color. All of her, including her hair and shirt become a dull textured gray-beige. She made a choking dry sound, gave him one last hopeless look and collapsed in his arms, literally. All of her had turned into dry crumbly sand. What was once Joan's arms passed through Kent's fingers joining the shapeless heap of dusty sand on the ground.
"No!" Kent screamed.
A few feet away, in total panic, Suki sprinted toward the distant new door. At lightning speed, the obsidian giant caught up to her, grabbed her by one shoulder and lifted her off her feet. Suki kicked her legs and flayed her arms in desperate struggle. Then the obsidian giant did the unspeakable and tore the poor Suki in half, right down the middle as if she was a piece of paper.
"NO!" Kent screamed again.
Weirdly, there was no blood, guts or bones ... Suki's inside seem to be made of electrical sparkly fibers. Horribly, the two halves of the woman struggled on for life longer then a real person would have, it seemed that she was trying to speak although neither of her halves were making coherent sounds. The sparkly fibers inside her lost their luster and went dark. Suki stopped wiggling and fell silent. Obsidian cast aside the lifeless halves and turned her dark face toward Kent who was still kneeing near the dust pile that had once been Joan. Obsidian stepped toward him. He made no move to run. He wasn't being brave ... terror glued him to the spot.
The shiny black giant grabbed him by both shoulders and lifted him so that he looked into a midnight black face that appeared Asian, her expression cold and neutral ... like a carved statue.
If I die, he thought... and truly I'm about to ... I pray that I wake up in Harriet's lab with the brain tube helmet on my head. If I do, I'm ripping the fucking thing off and then punching Harriet in the face ... maybe I'll sue the university too.
Obsidian's expression went from neutral to a deep etched frown. Unexpectedly, she dropped him. He automatically twisted on the way down to soften the coming jolt, but the ground he anticipated hitting was gone, replaced by a deep endless abyss.
He fell for a very long time screaming the whole way down.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Kent sat up screaming in his dorm room bed.
"Fuck!" he yelled and covered his sweaty face with his hands. "Oh PLEASE let this be just a bad dream!"
He peeked through his fingers and saw that the clock on his nightstand read 1:23, proof enough for him that he was lying inert in Harriet's lab with the brain tube helmet still on his head.
"Gotta find Harriet," he said.
He leaped off the bed and darted to the door. Just as he was step int the hall, he saw, reflected behind him in the dressing mirror mounted on the door, a slim dark haired girl.
"Neffie!" he said with great relief. "Help me get to Harriet!"
He tuned to face his avatar, but there was no one there. He looked back at the mirror and he jumped back with a start for the slim figure was still there and now stood right up against the glass.
"Just another brain tube mind game," he said immediately with a thumping heart. The girl in the mirror clearly wasn't Neffie, she was Asian, pale and pretty with a slim, petite figure. "I don't have time for another sex fantasy," Kent said. As he reached to open the door.
"You're from the outside," the girl in the mirror said. "You're currently wearing the helmet aren't you." There was awe in her voice.
Kent backed away from the mirror. Chillingly, the girl stepped right out of the mirror and into his dorm room.
"I'm Alice," she said.
Kent's heart sank several feet. |
Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 07 | 154,279 | 4.75 | 885,276 | [
"lesbian",
"stockings",
"18-year-old",
"submissive",
"humilition",
"romance",
"milf",
"cheerleader",
"older-younger",
"teen"
] | **Summary:** Cheerleader confrontation; Governor Daphne Greene flashback.
*A summary of the first six parts:*
**Part 1:** Eighteen-year-old Jenny is a shy, curious babysitter who is pulled into the lesbian lifestyle by her pretty, seductive neighbor and employer, Megan.
**Part 2:** Jenny is taken out for a makeover where she meets her high school crush (cheerleader Karen) and ends up at a lesbian club (Le Château) where she accepts unconditionally that she is a submissive lesbian.
**Part 3:** Jenny, now also a sub to cheerleading captain Karen, ends up becoming popular, sets new fashions with her thigh high stockings fetish, starts seducing a female teacher and serves as the pet for a group of cheerleaders at a retreat.
**Part 4:** Jenny completes her seduction of her pretty teacher.
**Part 5:** Returning home, Jenny walks in on her Mom who has submitted to Karen. Shocked, Jenny listens to how her mother became a sub just like her.
**Part 6:** Jenny goes on her first lesbian date with Ashley, another cheerleader...who unlike Karen, is not a Domme.
**Note 1:** As always, a great thanks to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86. A new rewrite was done in May 2018 with an edit by Tex Beethoven.
**Note 2:** Of course all participants are at least eighteen years old.
**BEDDING THE BABYSITTER 7**
The Sunday evening I'd walked in on Mom on her knees pleasuring my Mistress was a bizarre ending to the most bizarre weekend of my life.
It had started with a cheerleader lesbian orgy the previous Friday evening, continued with my seduction of my favorite teacher Sunday afternoon, followed by the stunning revelation of my mother submitting to my teenage Mistress Karen (not the one being pleasured by my Mom right now, Mistress Megan is in her thirties) and had finished, or so I thought, with a movie date with Ashley and a very intimate rendezvous in her bedroom. I'd found the sight of Mom pleasuring Mistress Karen shocking because of how humiliating that was for Mom and me; now I found the sight of her pleasuring Mistress Megan heartwarming because I knew how good about herself she'd be feeling right now.
Mistress Megan asked casually, as if my mother weren't between her legs licking her pussy, "How was your date, my dear?"
I stammered, still coming to grips with yet another twist in my life which just a couple of weeks ago was about as mundane as a teenage life could possibly be, "It-it-it was good."
"Only good?" she smiled, already very accurate in reading my expressions.
Unable to contain my excitement, I admitted beaming, "No, it was amazing!"
"Good," Megan smiled. "Now you look exhausted, so off to bed with you my dear, we'll talk about this whole new development tomorrow."
She was right: my body and mind were in comatose mode; I agreed, "Yes, Mistress." As I headed upstairs, I paused, "Good night, Mom."
Mom popped her head up from between Megan's legs and answered, her eyes making contact with mine with a look screaming sorry, yet her voice was happy and I was glad for her, "Good night, dear."
I didn't have to respond to her apologetic look, just to the contented tone in her voice as I said, not cheekily but sincerely, "Have fun, you two," and trudged upstairs. In my bedroom, exhaustion hit instantly and I collapsed on my bed, numb with pleasure and confusion as I fell asleep with no difficulty.
...
I woke up the next morning and a feeling of warmth washed over me as I remembered the sweet intimacy followed by raw sexual lust with Ashley. Was Ashley really my girlfriend? Did I have a *girlfriend*? I rolled over, grabbed my phone from the nightstand and re-read the last text from her.
**Jenny,**
**I can't wait!! I really LOVE spending time with you and YES you ARE my girlfriend.**
I had a girlfriend! Yet I also had two Mistresses and a Mom who was struggling through her own one-day-old sexual identity crisis. As I bathed in the afterglow (but part of it shattered wreckage) of last night's memories, one after another came flooding back.
Had Mom really submitted to Mistress Megan last night? Had Mom really submitted to Karen yesterday afternoon? Was Mom now a submissive lesbian just like me? All those answers seemed to be Yes. As the craziness of yesterday continued to come back to me, I also recalled seducing Miss Morgan yesterday as well. Had all that happened in one day? I had seduced and pleasured Miss Morgan, Mom had submitted to Karen, Ashley and I had our date followed by an intense quickie at her house just before her parents arrived downstairs, oblivious to the fact that I had just licked and eventually fisted their daughter to orgasm. Finally, I'd come home to find Mom submitting to Megan. It sounded like a poorly written porn movie, but that was the reality of my Sassy Sunday...I could only wonder what Stormy Monday had in store for me.
I was just beginning to struggle out of bed when Karen burst into my room. "Get up, slut!"
I was surprised to see Karen dressed not in her usual cheerleader's outfit, but in a white blouse, plaid skirt and dark pantyhose, the typical schoolgirls' uniform for everyone who wasn't a cheerleader or a PomPom. The only part that wasn't typical was that the plaid woolen skirt was scandalously short. (Principal Percival Parker didn't enforce the part of the dress code about skirts being knee-length at all well, surprise surprise.)
I still hadn't come to grips with her seducing and domming my mother, even though she'd been telling me all week she was going to do it. I just couldn't fathom my mom as a lesbian, never mind a submissive lesbian to the same teenager who just happened to be her daughter's friend and Mistress too.
I didn't even have time to respond and was sitting up stretching my arms when she demanded, "Why didn't you answer my calls and texts last night?"
"I was on a date, remember?" I answered.
"You understand I'm going to punish you for such disobedience," she threatened, brooking no excuses.
Her threat should have scared me, but after not getting to come last night after all the buildup, the idea of some sort of sexual submission had my pussy tingling. I assumed she didn't know about Mom and Megan, which I most certainly wasn't going to tell her. "Yes, Mistress," I answered simply.
"Good, now go shower so you can tell me all the juicy details of your date with Ashley," she ordered.
I went and took a long, hot shower as I delayed giving Karen the details of my first-ever date; she'd most likely do her best to trivialize or taint the special night.
When I returned to my bedroom there was an identical schoolgirls' outfit laid out for me, except I had thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose (meaning unlike Karen's, my tops would show most of the time). I sighed but understood the expectations. A couple weeks ago there was no way I would have even considered wearing such a provocative outfit to school or anywhere for that matter, yet now it didn't faze me in the least. I was beginning to like the attention, breaking the old nerd stereotypes and nose-in-the-air judging of me.
I got dressed in the outfit and sighed again as I noticed that yes, when I was just standing, people couldn't see the top of my stockings, but as soon as I moved at all, and definitely when I sat down, my silk stocking tops could be seen by anyone even remotely paying attention. I should have been ashamed or nervous, yet the idea kind of turned me on. After a lifetime of not being noticed, it was quite exhilarating to be the centre of attention.
I walked down the stairs and was worried I'd find Karen and Mom in some sort of sexual act and was thankful when I found Karen just having a glass of milk.
As if reading my mind, she explained, "Don't worry my pet, Mistress Megan has declared your Mom off limits."
"She has? " I asked, surprised.
"Yes, our Mistress has taken your mother under her wing," Karen continued, before adding, "That being said, the same can't be said for you, my slut."
"Sorry, Mistress Karen," I apologized, trying to explain, "It was our first date so I shut my phone off."
Standing up, Karen explained, "You will always be on call for me, is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," I agreed.
"Good, let's get going," she instructed, "I'm dying to hear about this date of yours."
Telling her about it felt like a betrayal of Ashley, yet I knew I had no choice. During the drive, I told Karen about the date and our brief intimacy at Ashley's house, but left out the fisting part: that was too special to share and allow her to cheapen it.
Karen asked, "So are you two a couple?"
"I don't know. We want to be," I admitted, "but we're not sure we're ready to be outed yet."
"Good call," Karen nodded as we reached the school parking lot. "I have no problem if you and Ashley play or date, as long as you understand you're still my submissive."
"Of course, Mistress," I agreed.
"And I think you and Ashley should keep it a secret at school for now," Karen said as she unbuckled her seat belt. "High school girls can be ruthless."
"I agree," I concurred.
Once outside, Karen asked, "Ready for your punishment?"
I smiled, "Not really." She knew I was teasing and would obey her.
"Brat," Karen laughed.
"*Your* brat," I retorted playfully.
"Do you like your outfit?" Karen asked.
"It's rather revealing," I answered.
"That it is," Karen smiled, as we headed towards the school buildings.
We were about to go our separate ways when Karen leaned in to my ear and whispered, "I expect you to tell Miss Morgan that you loved eating her cunt."
"Okay," I said, tentatively, although that seemed like a pretty tame punishment.
"And I want you to obey every order Sabrina gives you today," she added.
"Oh," I said crestfallen.
"She's my sub too now, but after punishing her thoroughly Saturday night I informed her she could remain my number two," Karen said.
"I see," I answered, distracted by her order. Sabrina was the one cheerleader I disliked, and the feeling was mutual.
"Should I make that a week?" she threatened, noticing my hesitation.
"No, Mistress," I sighed softly, "I will obey, of course."
"Good girl," she smiled, before adding, "speak of the devil."
I turned around and saw Sabrina, also dressed in an identical school girl outfit to mine, including similar thigh high stockings, walking towards us, a big smile on her face.
"Hello, Jenny," she grinned smugly, reaching us.
Just then my cell phone rang. I looked at Karen, who nodded I could answer it. The number was private and I answered, "Hello?"
"Is this Jenny Wyatt?" a voice asked.
"Yes," I replied, not recognizing the voice.
"Please hold for Governor Greene," the voice instructed me.
"O-o-okay," I stammered, stunned by who was on the line.
"Who is it?" Karen asked.
"Governor Greene," I answered, realizing Karen knew nothing of my rendezvous with Governor Greene back at Le [Chateau]() Club and all that had happened after she'd whisked me away.
"*Sure* it is," Sabrina said, her tone snarky.
"Seriously?" Karen asked, less doubtful and more curious. She knew Megan had connections.
I nodded 'yesy just as the Governor spoke. "Hi, Jenny."
"Hi, Governor," I replied, still feeling surreal that I was talking to her on the phone even as I flashed back to my magic night with her the weekend before last.
***After leaving Megan at the club, I was escorted to a limo where Governor Greene was already waiting.***
***Once inside, she offered me a glass of wine and proposed, "A toast."***
***"To what?" I asked shyly, accepting the wine glass.***
***"To new friendships," she smiled, so warm and gracious.***
***"To new friendships," I agreed, as our glasses clinked.***
***I sipped my wine nervously as the limo drove away. The past couple of days had been overwhelming, but being in a limo with our state's governor, a woman I adored as a role model, was surreal...especially since I was pretty confident I was going to have sex with her not too long from now.***
***"Are you nervous, my dear?" she asked a moment later.***
***"A little," I said.***
***"Only a little?" she pressed with a disarming smile.***
***"Okay, a lot then," I laughed, already very comfortable with her.***
***Her hand went to my leg; it was so warm it sent chills up my back as well as icicling straight to my pussy.***
***"My friend Megan has told me a lot about you my dear, and I would love to get to know you better," she continued.***
***"Okay," I agreed, all my five-dollar words having been apparently withdrawn from my brain.***
***She laughed, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"***
***"No, of course not, Governor Greene," I replied, trying to make a joke: "I hobnob with my feminist idols all the time."***
***"Touché. Please call me Daphne," she giggled (yes, actually giggled, believe it or not), her fingers making the smallest movements on my leg.***
***"O-O-Okay, D-daphne," I agreed, again sounding like a high school dropout.***
***"So, you are just recently coming to grips with your sexuality," she said.***
***"Yes Governor, I mean Daphne," I replied.***
***"You don't sound very sure," she said, not accusing, just gently drawing me out, but her hand a constant distraction.***
***"I'm pretty sure of the part about being a lesbian, but not at all sure about the coming to grips and what it all means part; it's all really new to me," I admitted. "I mean I knew I liked girls in theory, but theory has become reality in a pretty big way last night and tonight."***
***"It*** ***is*** ***a lot to take in, my dear," she smiled sympathetically.***
***"I'm not complaining," I giggled like the school girl I was.***
***"Nor am I," she countered, leaning in and kissing me.***
***I couldn't believe I was being kissed by the world's greatest feminist and Governor of my state! I closed my eyes and just allowed myself to let go and enjoy the moment. The kiss started soft and tender but slowly escalated to a more urgent raw passion. Our tongues explored as if we were in a cave without any light source. Eventually she broke the kiss and smiled, "You have such soft lips, my pet."***
***"Thanks," I blushed at the compliment and the endearing pet designation.***
***"Are your other lips as soft?" she asked with a sly smile.***
***"I-I-I don't know," I stammered, surprised by her naughty innuendo. "Mistress Megan hasn't said."***
***"Well, only one way to find out," she said, as she pushed me gently against the back of the seat and lowered herself between my legs.***
***I stared, unable to believe that one of my feminist idols was about to go down on me voluntarily. She hadn't asked my permission, but I wouldn't want her to.***
***"Thigh highs," she commented. "Very, very sexy, my pet."***
***"T-t-thanks," I barely got out as I felt her hot breath on my thigh.***
***"And going commando, you really are a deceivingly naughty little girl," she purred, her head going directly to my fevered, recently-shaved-for the-first-time pussy.***
***"I aim to please," I got out, trying to be playful and then cursing myself when I realized how lame I sounded.***
***"Oh trust me, I aim to find out exactly how true that is, my pet," she replied, before her tongue made contact with my pussy lips.***
***"Ooooh, God," I moaned on contact, the crazy submission to Big Rosie at the club having kept me near orgasmic bliss all night.***
***The next couple of minutes were pure ecstasy as she pleasured my pussy in ways I couldn't have ever imagined before. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once: on my clit, teasing my pussy lips and somehow inside me, too. My orgasm having been building steadily ever since she began pleasuring me, it was only a matter of time before I reached rapture. And when it came, my whole body trembled as I screamed, "Oh-oh-oh-oh-yeeeeeeees, I'm comiiiiiiiiiiiiing!"***
***My whole body was throbbing with pleasure as I allowed my orgasm to run its course through me as Daphne graciously lapped up my freely flowing juices. (I probably keep saying that word, but everything about this icon was gracious, even more so than Megan!)***
***Eventually the glorious moment ended as Daphne moved from between my legs, moved up to me and kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I was utterly hers.***
***Breaking the kiss, she purred, "You taste delicious, Jenny and yes, your other lips are like saturated velvet."***
***I blushed at the unique compliment from a woman I admired profusely. "T-t-thanks," I stammered, still feeling this was all a dream.***
***She returned to her seat and said, "We'll be home in a couple of minutes, my pet."***
***"Okay," I agreed, ready to go anywhere with her. Looking at my hero, her face shiny with my cum, was so surreal and yet, undeniably it was all really happening.***
***"What are you thinking?" she asked, demurely.***
***"I can't believe what just happened. You're my hero," I explained.***
***"Am I still?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.***
***"I've worshipped you for years, and I still do now," I paused, surprised by my suddenly brazen thought, "And tonight I hope to worship you unconditionally."***
***"Mmmmmmm," she purred, giving me another affectionate kiss, which only got me more excited. "You really are the most adorable little thing ever."***
***"Thank you," I said.***
***The limo glided to a stop and a moment later the driver opened the door for us.***
***"Come, my pet, our night has just begun," she smiled.***
***I followed her out of the car and electricity coursed through my veins when she took my hand like we were sweethearts and led me towards her mansion.***
***The door was opened just before we reached it by a very pretty black woman in a maid's outfit. "Good evening, Governor."***
***"Good evening, Layla," the Governor responded. "Can you please bring a bottle of Lewis Cabernet Sauvignon and a couple of wine glasses to my room?"***
***"Of course, Governor," the maid nodded and left.***
***Daphne led me upstairs and directly to what was obviously her bedroom...although hers was bigger than my entire house. She led me directly to the bed, smiled and said, "You're so beautiful."***
***I blushed again, such compliments not something I was used to.***
***Sensing this, she continued, as she kissed my neck, "Let me guess, you dress very conservatively at school, don't you?"***
***"Yes, Governor," I whispered.***
***"It's Daphne, my pet," she purred, tugging on my ear.***
***"Sssssssorry," I replied, distracted.***
***"Don't apologize, my pet," she whispered, her tongue exploring my ear unlike anything I had ever felt.***
***"Okkkkkkkay."***
***Looking back into my eyes, she continued the flattery, her hands going behind my back, "I am serious, Jenny. You're a very beautiful young lady."***
***My whole body trembled at her soft touch and warm words. "Not many people have ever said that about me, besides my Mom," I admitted, joking but not really.***
***"Let's get you out of this dress and see the rest of you, my pretty girl," she instructed.***
***With her assistance, I was soon feeling very vulnerable in her bed wearing only a lace bra and thigh highs.***
***"Delicious," she purred as she buried her face between my small breasts.***
***The maid walked in with a tray, not even blinking at the sight on the bed.***
***Daphne requested, "Can you also pull out box two please, Layla?"***
***"Of course," she smiled, now glancing at me with a knowing look, even gazing admiringly at my barenaked pussy. I didn't think the best personal servants were supposed to notice things like that; obviously the Gov... Daphne must have different expectations than most.***
***I felt slightly ashamed being seen by a stranger in such a compromising position, yet my eagerness to obey this beautiful older woman overrode any sense of humiliation.***
***Daphne unclasped my bra as she whispered playfully, "Let's see these little titties up close and personal, shall we?"***
***"Oh God," I moaned, as she placed her lips gently on my erect nipple.***
***"So young and pure," Daphne said, as her tongue swirled around my nipple.***
***Layla returned to the bed with a gold box and said, again unlike other top of the line servants in an entendre-filled purr, "Here is your box, Governor."***
***"Thank you, Layla," Daphne said, standing up. "Could you unzip me?"***
***"Yes, ma'am," she nodded, going behind the Governor, unzipping her and then assisting in allowing the dress to slither down the Governor's body and pool slowly to the floor, then giving her neck a brief kiss which the Governor acknowledged with a soft touch on the side of her head before Layla stepped back. I began to suspect that in Daphne's house almost all activities were accompanied by tiny sensuous rituals.***
***Not surprisingly, the Governor had voluptuous breasts and my mouth watered with anticipation at the thought of sucking on them. She was also wearing a blue thong and thigh highs herself.***
***Layla retrieved the dress and attached it to a hanger nearby. "Will there be anything else, ma'am?"***
***"Not right now," the Governor said, waving her away not officiously but graciously, although her eyes never left mine. "So my pet, do you like what you see?"***
***"You're the one who is beautiful," I returned her compliment, star-struck.***
***"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, my dear," she smiled, as she unclasped her own bra and allowed it to fall to the thick carpet.***
***I stared at her breasts like a teenage pervert.***
***She moved to the bed, fell onto her back and instructed, "Come here my pet, let's give you the opportunity of worshipping me, as you so sweetly requested."***
***"Yes, Mistress," I agreed too eagerly, as I lay down beside her and stared again at her breasts.***
***"Go ahead, my dear, play away," she smiled.***
***I leaned forward and cupped both her breasts in my hands. They were so much bigger than mine and heavier, too.***
***"You have such soft, gentle hands," she moaned ever so softly.***
***I leaned forward, wanting to hear her moan again just because of me, and took her right nipple between my lips. I licked on it, sucked on it and even bit on it, before moving across and replicating this lengthy attention on her other nipple.***
***"That's it my good girl, make love to my breasts," she moaned.***
***After a couple more minutes I began slowly slithering my way down her body, kissing and caressing her belly, her belly button and finally reaching her barely-covered pussy. My hands trembling, I respectfully grasped her thong, gazed up into her warm eyes, and she lifted her ass up to allow me to remove it from her person.***
***Once it was off, I don't know why I did it, but I brought the thong to my nose. Her personal scent was exotic as it swarmed me like a spray of perfume at a Sax Fifth Avenue fragrance counter.***
***"That wetness in my thong arrived there all because of you, my dear," the Governor said, pulling me out of my brief reverie and back into what I had been doing.***
***I smiled, suddenly a bit brazen, "Well, in that case I guess I should sample a taste directly from the source."***
***"That you should," she smiled back, opening her legs for me in a wide welcome.***
***I crawled between her silky nylon-covered legs, my hands slowly and appreciatively gliding up them, until I was looking directly at a lovely bald pussy with just the slightest sheen on its lips.***
***"Go ahead my pet, lick my cunt," she said, the earthy 'c' word plonked within her elegant phraseology so deliciously startling. She knew she was granting a fond wish, knowing I couldn't wait to do exactly that!***
***I leaned forward, extended my tongue and began parting her pussy lips. Like Big Rosie earlier, her exotic unique taste was addicting and if I had any lingering doubts of my sexuality (which I didn't after the crazy twenty-four hours I'd just had) they were officially put to rest the moment my tongue touched her. I took my time, not wanting this moment ever to end. I was on my heroine's bed, licking her pussy and consumed by her scent and taste. I doubted it could ever get any better than this moment. (Regarding that last thought, I would later learn I was greatly mistaken: I had some difficult and sometimes painful challenges ahead, but also some amazing pinnacles.) I stretched up to flick my tongue across her clitoris and smiled as her legs twitched.***
***She moaned, "You really are a little tease, my dear."***
***"I just never want this moment to end, Mistress," I moaned back.***
***"Don't worry my dear, this will not be a onetime thing. I already have big plans for you," she moaned, her hand combing through my hair and pulling me deeper into her perfection.***
***A chill went up my spine at her promise. I replied, as I continued licking her wetness, "I am always available for you."***
***"I know you are," she replied, as she began moving her ass up and down, slowly riding my face for her personal enjoyment. Her wetness gushed onto my face as I desperately tried to lick and suck while she got herself off. "Oh yes, mmmmm, yes my sweet, I'm coooooming," she screamed, rather un-gubernatorial-like like as she held my face tight against her flooding cunt. I savoured every drop of her pussy cum as if it were some kind of artesian water.***
***Finally she let go of my head, looked down at me, and enquired graciously, "And you only yesterday first indulged in a pussy?"***
***"Yes, but so far you're the best!" I nodded, my face soaking wet with her pussy juice, easily as delicious as Big Rosie's, which I understood was legendary.***
***"Well, you're definitely a natural," she smiled. "Now be a dear and bring that gold box over to the bed."***
***Curious as heck, I crawled off the bed, picked up the large box nearby and returned to the afterglow that was Daphne.***
***"Open it up," she instructed.***
***I did and was staring at a plethora of sex toys...many I couldn't even begin to fathom how they might be used.***
***She sat up and joined me before extending an invitation, "Would you care to join me in fucking each other to euphoria, my pet?"***
***"God, yes," I said, still staring into the box.***
***She grabbed a lengthy double-ended dildo and two strange-looking long-handled devices.***
***"Lay on your back," she instructed. As she rubbed one end of the dildo up and down my pussy lips she added, "I see you're still very wet."***
***"Drenched," I moaned, as she slowly slid the long, thick dildo inside me. I watched in stunned silence as she then inserted the other end inside her own cunt and gradually moved her body towards mine.***
***"Oooooooh," I moaned, as the dildo was pushed deeper inside me the closer her cunt got to mine.***
***"I'm going to fill that tight little cunt, Jenny," she promised, as her legs and mine criss-crossed.***
***"Okkkkkkkkay," I whimpered, as the dildo went deeper in me than I thought anything was possible.***
***"Almost there," she moaned, and a moment later our pussy lips were wetly kissing each other's.***
***"Soooo full," I moaned, as she slowly began rubbing her cunt up and down on mine, creating a new sensation in my body. I followed suit, rubbing up and down too, making the dildo move all around inside me...touching and teasing every inch of my cunt.***
***We fucked each other pussy to pussy for several minutes, the only sounds our moaning and the bouncing of the bed.***
***"Now relax," Daphne said, holding a wand, now buzzing.***
***"Okaaaaay," I obeyed.***
***"I am going to send you to a whole new universe of euphoria," she promised.***
***"Aaaaaaaah, fuck," I screamed, the moment the toy touched my clit. The vibrations were intense and created constant waves of pleasure that cascaded right through me, exploding as they went.***
***"I call this thing the multiply-inator," she moaned and giggled as she added, "It gives me multiple orgasms."***
***"It is driving me craaaaaazy!" I screamed, louder than the usual shy me would ever vocalise, even when bellowing!***
***"I want you come again and again, my pet," she instructed.***
***"I've never had multiple orgasms before," I admitted.***
***"Well, it's time for you to have them," she purred as she began grinding her ass back and forth, fucking the dildo deeper into me. This, mixed with the crazy sensations of the wand, was too much and I came seconds later.***
***"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!" I screamed, as my body quivered like a 10 on the Richter scale. (The highest one ever recorded was only 9.5 in Chile in 1960, so this was crazy special.)***
***She kept grinding her hips, fucking me throughout my orgasm even as my pussy lips were being kissed again and again by hers.***
***"I'm not stopping until you come again and again, my pretty little slut," she promised.***
***Being called a 'pretty little slut' was a major turn on as I was a virgin just the previous day before being seduced by Megan, and I understand sluts fuck a lot. (And lucky sluts even more.)***
***I screamed, "Yes, Mistress, I'm your sluuuuuut, your submissive little sluuuuut!"***
***"Yes, you are," she agreed, as she continued fucking me out of my mind.***
***From then on, none of my orgasms ever really ended before the next one began. The intense double pleasure of the dildo and the wand created a never-ending surge of pleasure that sparked a crazy cycle of sexual enlightenment.***
***I'd long ago lost count, but my next orgasm of many was already on the rise when she pulled the dildo out of me and instructed, "On all fours, my pet."***
***My body quivering, my next orgasm begging for release, I obeyed as quickly as possible and watched, quivering with eagerness, as she went to the box and affixed a strap-on to her beautiful body. She explained apologetically, "I needed to change positions."***
***I empathized with a laugh, "My own body felt like a sexual pretzel."***
***She laughed back, "Now that's a new one!" She joined me on the bed and slid her plastic cock in my pussy. "Such a tight little cunt you have, my precious."***
***"Oh yes, fuck my tight little cunt," I begged, wanting to be fucked...hard and deep.***
***Her body slammed into me for a few minutes, keeping me constantly on the brink of the promised orgasm and yet not pushing me over.***
***"Want to come, my little high school pet?" she asked.***
***"God yes," I answered, my body dying for release.***
***"Onto your back," she ordered, pulling out of me.***
***I again urgently obeyed, feeling my pussy juice flooding out of me.***
***"Take the wand and hold it against that swollen clit of yours," she instructed as she spread my legs and filled my cunt with her plastic cock.***
***I obeyed again and the pleasure multiplied in seconds. I began babbling like a mindless bimbo: "Oh my, yes, fuck, oh, oh, oh, God."***
***She leaned forward, driving the cock deeper in me and took my nipple into her mouth. "Come for me," she purred into my breast, the vibrations on my nipple and clit causing fireworks through my entire being as seconds later another orgasm hit.***
***"Aaaaaaaaaah, yes, I'm commmmmming," I screamed, as the triple pleasure extended my orgasm endlessly.***
***I have no idea how long she fucked my cunt and sucked on my nipples, all while I held the wand to my clit, but this mega orgasm just wouldn't end, creating new sensation after new sensation long after it should have ended. Eventually I drifted off into oblivion.***
...
"It's great to hear your voice, my dear," Governor Greene greeted me over my phone.
"Yours too, ma'am," I replied, my face burning red as the memories of that special night flashed through me.
"I have a favor to ask," she said.
"Anything," I quickly agreed.
"I love your eagerness, both that night and now," she said playfully.
"When I think of you I'm always eager," I said, wanting to add Mistress, but finding it awkward with Karen and Sabrina listening to my end of the conversation.
"Tonight I'm having a little event at my house for a few special guests and would love it if you were available to serve as a hostess," she said.
"A hostess?" I asked, unsure of her intent.
"Well, you would serve drinks and appetizers and so forth," she revealed. "Layla has the flu."
"Oh," I said, realizing I would be a maid.
"I hear disappointment in your voice, my pet," she caught on correctly. "Trust me, you will *not* be disappointed with the experience...plus, please bring along your new girlfriend Ashley."
"You know about Ashley?" I asked.
"Megan tells me you're in a relationship now. She's how I obtained your cell number," she revealed, answering another question that had been spinning in my head.
"Kind of," I said, still not sure what Ashley and I really had.
"Well, tonight you will both be paid very well, get to meet some very powerful and famous women and, if you're interested, serve more than just drinks and food," she added, reeling me in.
"I'm in," I agreed without a second thought.
"Great," she said. "Can you be here by six?"
"I think so, I may have to take a cab to get there," I said.
"No worries, I'll have a driver pick you both up. Just text me the address," she instructed.
"Okay," I said.
"And do bring Ashley, I would love to meet her," Governor added, before giving me her cell number.
As I hung up Karen asked, her tone terse, "What was that about?"
"The Governor needs a couple extra maids tonight so she's hiring Ashley and me." I didn't want it to sound like a big deal, protecting my relationship with the Governor.
"So, Jenny is mine today!" Sabrina crowed excitedly, her look promising revenge for what had happened over the weekend.
"Just until the end of practice. Jenny, it seems, has another commitment," Karen said.
"Then come with me now," Sabrina ordered.
I looked to Karen for help, but didn't get any as she shrugged, "This is your punishment."
I reluctantly followed Sabrina into the school and to the downstairs cheerleaders' only dressing room.
She sat down on the bench, flipped up her skirt, pointed and ordered, "Hurry up, wannabe cheerleader."
I dropped to my knees between Sabrina's legs. "Get licking, Jenny. I would hate for coach to walk in and learn that prim and proper Jenny is a submissive cunt-licking dyke."
I shouldn't have rebutted, I should have just obeyed, but I couldn't ignore her pretentious attitude considering that she also had been a card-carrying submissive cunt-licking dyke just a couple of days ago, "Takes one to know one."
She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into her cunt. She roughly fucked my face with her pussy until she came a couple minutes later. My face was coated with pussy juice as she came hard.
Pushing me away she ordered, glaring down at me belligerently, "You will keep my cum on your face all day as a reminder of your true position, PomPom...at the bottom."
I pleaded, the idea of going out in public with my face shiny with cum mortifying, "Please, Sabrina."
"You should leave now. I need to pee," she informed me, before adding, "unless you're into that. Would you like to wear something else, too?"
Realizing her horrible implication, I quickly stood up and left. I hurried, head down, to another washroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was thankful I didn't wear much make-up this morning. Although there was a slight gleam on my face, I didn't think anyone would know it was pussy juice.
I felt that every person I walked by could tell I had pussy juice all over my face, yet no one spoke or reacted any differently than normal. When I reached my locker, Ashley was there. She greeted me with a beautiful smile that told me she was excited to see me, "Hi, Jenny."
"Hi, Ashley," I replied, happy to see her too...my whole body going warm at just her smile.
Her tone changed as I got closer to her. "What's wrong?" she asked, already able to read me like a book.
"Karen gave Sabrina authority over me for the day as punishment for ignoring her texts during our date," I admitted.
"Bitches," Ashley cursed, going from sweet to concerned to angry in seconds.
"Sabrina won't let me wash my face after she came all over it a few minutes ago," I added quietly.
"This stops today," Ashley said with authority.
"How?" I asked, "Karen runs the school."
"Trust me, I'll deal with it," Ashley said.
"Please be careful," I said with concern. "Karen is powerful and so far she's okay with you and me being a couple."
"We don't need her fucking blessing," she cursed, loud enough to cause passersby to look at us.
"I just don't want you to end up in her crosshairs," I whispered.
Ashley smiled suddenly, ignoring everyone around us as she leaned in and kissed me. My body stiffened at first, shocked by her willingness to make our lesbian relationship public knowledge, but her soft lips quickly melted away any concerns or worries about the consequences of being outed...I was a lesbian, we were girlfriend and girlfriend and I no longer cared who knew! Right there in the school hallway I kissed her back passionately with all my heart!
Breaking the kiss, Ashley looked around and said to a few guys and a couple girls who were staring, "Show's over."
They started moving along as I whispered, "Well, that blows one of my concerns right out of the water."
"I'm crazy about you Jenny and I'm not going to hide my feelings for you," she said, her sweet caring making me feel all warm inside.
"I'll tell the world I'm crazy for you, too," I smiled back, as she took my hand and I was glad to have it!
"From now on, ignore any orders from Karen and Sabrina," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," I smiled coyly.
She shook her head, "No, you mustn't do that either! There's no Mistress and slave between you and me, Jenny. I want a real relationship built on equality, honesty and...and hot, hot sex."
I smiled. Ashley really *was* the one for me, "That's what I want, too."
"Then we have to put an end to Karen and Sabrina's power trip once and for all," she said.
"How?" I asked again.
"Let me worry about that," Ashley answered grimly.
"Okay," I nodded. "Maybe I could ask Mistress Megan to deal with Karen."
"Let me try to deal with it first," Ashley said. "After years of just following along, it's time for us to lead."
"That is soooo hot!" I smiled, leaning forward and kissing her.
Breaking the kiss, I told her about walking in on my mom serving Mistress Megan last night and described the crazy phone call from Governor Greene earlier today and why.
"You've had sex with Governor Greene?" Ashley asked, astonished.
"Yes," I admitted. "I hope you're not upset."
"And she wants us both to come over to her house... to her *mansion* tonight?" Ashley asked, still processing this astounding information.
"Yes, she's sending a limo to my house for us," I nodded, although unsure what role we would be playing. "She said something about our serving food and drinks... and maybe ourselves, too!"
"Wow!" she said.
"Wow, indeed," I replied, just as the warning bell rang.
She gave me a quick kiss and said, "We can talk more later. Don't forget, don't obey them."
"Okay," I nodded, unsure whether I could actually stand up to them.
"Be strong, beautiful," she said, giving my hand an adoring squeeze.
"Okay, gorgeous," I repeated, this time with more conviction, loving her sweet endearing names for me.
We went our separate ways, my tummy full of butterflies at the excitement of being in a relationship. I went to class and sat down. The butterflies didn't last long as I heard people behind me gossiping about my being a lesbian.
Suddenly defiant, proud of my sexuality, I turned around and asked, "Do you two have something to say to me, or just behind my back?"
The two girls, who were notorious gossip queens, hadn't been expecting any response from timid little nerd Jenny because they must have been asleep all last week, and one said, "Just heard a rumour about you being a lezbo."
I snapped back, "This is 2011. The polite term is 'lesbian'."
"Whatever," she shrugged.
"Plus, I'm frank about my sexuality unlike you two, who are obviously wet-panties in love with each other and in complete denial!" I shot back.
I'm not sure what might have happened next, but our teacher arrived and all they said was a just-loud-enough-for-me-to-hear, "Bitch."
I ignored the slur and focused on the lesson.
At break I received a text from Sabrina, "Same place as this morning, now."
I sighed.
I was just contemplating my response when Ashley came up behind me and gave me a hug. "How's your day so far?
I showed her the text and she said fiercely, "Good! Let's go."
"I'm not sure now is the time to deal with this," I protested, but Ashley was already stalking towards the cheerleaders' locker room like a protective leopardess.
She either didn't hear me or chose to ignore any doubts as she continued her determined walk towards her... our?... confrontation.
I followed, full of trepidation at what may transpire. Ashley was more the silent type, but I was quickly learning she had a strong streak too...which turned me on even more.
Reaching the cheerleaders' room, she stormed in and demanded in a loud voice, "You in here, Sabrina?"
Sabrina called out from the shower room, not recognizing Ashley's voice. "Back here, slut."
I watched as Ashley prowled around the corner and ordered not in a yell but close to it, "You will leave Jenny alone!"
I couldn't see Sabrina's reaction, but I heard it: "Fuck you, Ashley."
"Look, bitch," Ashley snapped. "You can act all high and mighty and pretentious, but we all know you're a submissive slut and a complete puppy dog to Karen, complete with *collar and leash!*"
"I am not," Sabrina snapped back, always hating when people saw her as second fiddle to Karen.
"Really?" Ashley laughed harshly, as I turned the corner to watch this confrontation.
"*You're* the follower," Sabrina countered.
"Yes, I was," Ashley agreed, "but no more."
"Yeah right," Sabrina laughed.
"Leave Jenny alone," Ashley repeated.
"Or what?" Sabrina asked.
Ashley pulled out her phone and after a moment showed Sabrina the screen and replied, "Or these go viral."
Sabrina's confident smile crash landed and she stammered, "Y-y-you wouldn't."
"Not unless you force my hand," Ashley warned firmly.
"Karen is going to kill you!" Sabrina warned back.
I was dying to know what blackmail evidence she had on Sabrina.
"Let *me* worry about that," Ashley said, striding directly to Sabrina. "Meanwhile, let's make sure you understand how serious I am. On your knees, puppy dog."
"You've got to be kidding me," Sabrina sneered, her tone full of spite.
"Do I *look* like I'm kidding?" Ashley asked, glaring down at her prey from her superior height, displaying a confidence that I found a major turn on.
"I need to get to class," Sabrina pointed out.
"You'll be late," Ashley retorted. "Now get on your fucking knees."
Hearing her swear again enhanced my crush on her. She was so adorable, so cute, so sexy and now so damn confident!
Sabrina pleaded, realizing her predicament wasn't going to back down, "Please, Ashley."
"Do you mean, 'please may I eat your cunt?'" Ashley misinterpreted. "Why yes, you certainly may. Now get down on your fucking knees before I decide to make you a web sensation!" she roared.
Defeated, Sabrina dropped to her knees.
"Crawl to Jenny," Ashley ordered.
Sabrina obeyed, glaring at me as if this were all my fault.
"Beg Jenny to eat her pussy," Ashley instructed, once Sabrina got to me.
"May I eat your pussy?" she asked pathetically.
"You can be more convincing than that!" Ashley demanded.
"Jenny, may I please lick your pussy?" Sabrina asked, her tone slightly more believable.
Now with enormous confidence in Ashley's defence of me (however still not in myself), I answered, turning around, "No, you may lick my asshole instead, slut."
Ashley laughed delightedly, "Jenny, you never stop amazing me!" Then growled at Sabrina, "Do as you're told, ass slut."
I felt hands on my butt cheeks and a moment later Sabrina's tongue was licking my butt hole. It was an oddly satisfying moment, putting this diva bitch bully in her place.
After a minute of ass licking, which made my cunt wet, I turned back around and shoved my cunt in her face and ordered, "*Now* lick me, cunt-slut."
I looked at Ashley who was smiling at me and filming while I held Sabrina's head between my legs. When she didn't immediately lick I just slapped the back of her head to jump-start her and she began.
Ashley walked over to me and leaned down to kiss me. The contradiction of the softness of her lips and the gentleness of her passion, mixed with the grinding I was now doing on Sabrina's tongue had me near orgasm very quickly and when I came a few moments later, I moaned into Ashley's mouth while holding Sabrina tight against my leaking pussy.
Letting go of Sabrina, I broke Ashley's kiss and, looking down at a cum-covered Sabrina, I asked, "So you understand that you're *our* bitch now?"
"Yes," she replied, her pretentious persona washed away as she seemed to accept her natural submissiveness...just like I had before.
Ashley took my hand and said sweetly, "Let's go, my love. We're late for class."
I followed my lover a few steps away before turning and adding, "And don't you dare wash your face. I want my pussy juice on your face as a constant reminder that you're now our bitch."
"Okay," she weakly agreed.
"Okay, what?" I asked, finding a newfound confidence because of our triumph over Sabrina.
"Okay, Mistress," she replied.
"Mistresses," I corrected, before taking charge of my fierce but equal partner and pulling Ashley out with me.
Ashley complimented me, "That was so hot, watching you domme her."
"You're hot no matter what you do," I complimented back.
"Ladies," a voice from behind startled us.
We both spun around, letting go of each other's hands and saying in unison, "Hi, Principal Parker."
"Shouldn't you two be in class?" he asked, looking at our outfits and especially our nylon legs. Have I mentioned our principal couldn't help eyeing up the girls?
"Yes, sir, that's where we're going," Ashley answered.
"Shouldn't you already be there?" he asked.
"Yes, but Jenny had girl problems if you know what I mean, and didn't have any pads, so I got one for her from my cheerleader's bag," Ashley explained.
"Okay, okay," he nodded, waving his hands, clearly uncomfortable with the proffered reason, "just get yourselves to class."
Turning back around, I could barely keep from breaking out in laughter until we were out of ear's reach. I quipped, "That was *bloody* quick!"
Ashley burst out laughing, "That's funny." She kissed me quickly and said, "Meet me at our table at lunch."
"The cheerleaders' table?" I doubted, fearful of Karen's reaction once she learned what we had just done to Sabrina.
"Of course, we're on a roll," she winked and headed off to her class as I reluctantly turned and headed off to mine.
An hour later, trepidation again filling me, I headed for lunch. As I walked towards the table, I saw that Sabrina was already there and sitting with Karen. A chill went up my spine, nervous at what may transpire, but realized we were in the cafeteria so there would be no confrontation here, or at least nothing that would be obvious to anyone else...for Karen, reputation was everything.
I sat down glancing at Sabrina, who was unnaturally quiet. Ashley joined us a moment later and once the other cheerleaders joined us too, we actually discussed adding a new number to our routine as if everything was normal.
Lunch ended, only Ashley, Sabrina, Karen and I remained at the table and very few other people were in the cafeteria. Ashley said, "Karen, we need to talk."
"Talk away," Karen said, although she was typing on her phone and not really listening. I noticed Sabrina, still unnaturally quiet, look up with interest like a spectator just before a boxing match.
"Look at me, Karen," Ashley demanded, her tone again assuming the authority she'd displayed to such good effect earlier.
Karen looked up, surprised by the normally quiet Ashley speaking with such confidence. "Yesssssss?" she questioned.
"Jenny and I are an item," Ashley announced.
"So I read on twitter," she shrugged, showing us the tweet.
**Ashley and Jenny are dykes.**
I stared at the words...dykes such a crude term for something I felt was so beautiful.
"Coach is going to be pissed at you two," Karen said disapprovingly.
Ashley ignored the condescending tone and continued, "And Jenny is no longer your submissive."
"Is that so?" Karen said smugly, still not taking Ashley seriously.
"Yes, that is so," Ashley replied.
"Jenny, what do you have to say about this?" Karen asked.
Ashley took my hand under the table, lending me the strength I needed. "Karen, I am so thankful for all you have done for me, but I..." I paused, before saying, "...I love Ashley."
"What does *that* have to do with anything?" Karen asked, before adding, turning to look directly at me possessively, "I have no problem with you two being a couple but Jenny, you're still my pet."
Ashley interjected, "No, she isn't."
"I wasn't asking you, wallflower," Karen dismissed Ashley, her eyes still locked on me.
I felt completely overwhelmed with confusion and conflicting inner currents. Karen had been my first crush for forever, and had opened so many doors for me at school, and assisted in helping me find my true sexuality, opened up my submissive side and even created a sultry side I didn't know existed...ironically *I* had been the true wallflower before Karen had transformed me into a popular cheerleader in only a couple of days (in essence a lesbian version of an 80s movie). Yet conversely, Ashley had opened up a much deeper, sweet side of me...allowing me to be comfortable in my sexuality and to begin a loving relationship as equals. I went with my heart: "I'm with Ashley. We belong to each other."
Karen stood up. "We'll deal with this later," she said, indicating her command decision that this conversation wasn't done, but it was over for now.
"Yes, *Mistress*," Ashley countered, although her dripping sarcasm made it clear her so-called submission was a mockery and so was Karen.
Karen, glaring at Ashley, threatened, "You shouldn't fuck with me, Ashley."
Ashley wasn't fazed by Karen's glare that seemed always to work, quipping, "No, you're right, I shouldn't. I'd rather just fuck you."
"This isn't over," Karen warned, before adding "Let's go, Sabrina."
Ashley shot back, as Sabrina stood up like the follower she was, "Plus, don't you already have a pet?"
Sabrina snapped back, "Fuck you!"
"I already did," Ashley shot back, the cheerleaders' room meaning of this unknown to Karen.
Once they were gone I said, "Holy shit, I thought Karen was going to explode!"
"I'm used to her eruptions," Ashley shrugged, before smiling, "although I like your style of eruptions a lot better."
"You're soooo bad," I smiled back.
"And yet, soooo good," she retorted as the bell rang.
Feeling confident in our relationship and no longer caring about what anybody else thought, I leaned in and kissed her.
"Meet you after school?" I asked.
"There's no way I'm letting you go to Governor Greene's alone," she smiled.
"Are you getting jealous?" I teased.
"From now on, we do everything important together," she answered, kissing me again.
"Hmmmm, I really like that," I said, feeling all warm inside.
"Plus, I still owe you one," she smiled.
"One what?" I asked, confused.
"One orgasm, silly," she winked, "once we were so rudely interrupted by my parents."
I laughed, "Darn parents."
We went our separate ways and I was on cloud nine until English class, when I had to see both Karen and Miss Morgan. I wasn't overly nervous about seeing Miss Morgan, knowing she wasn't going to tell anyone; but Karen, after our earlier confrontation, was a wild card.
When I got to class Karen pointed to a seat in front of her. Reluctantly, not as confident on my own as I was with Ashley, I sat where she told me.
"I'm very disappointed with you, pet," Karen whispered.
A chill went up my spine at her tone, but I remained silent, facing ahead.
"I want you to go up to Miss Morgan right now and tell her you want to eat her pussy after class today," she continued.
My face paled. If Ashley were here she would stand up for me. Yet on my own I didn't have the internal fortitude she did. I stammered, "I-I-I can't do t-t-that."
"Now!" she ordered, "before the rest of the class shows up and watches you do it."
"Please," I pleaded, turning around.
"Now, or I will reveal your teacher seduction to the class," she threatened.
Sensing her threatening tone, I stood and, with immense trepidation, walked up to Miss Morgan who smiled warmly at me as I approached. Reaching her, I whispered, "I'm so sorry to say this Miss Morgan, but Karen is blackmailing me."
Miss Morgan looked up at Karen and her face went white.
I continued as students continued filing in, "After class today, I'm supposed to eat your pussy right here in your classroom."
"Oh, God!" she gasped.
"I'm so sorry, Miss Morgan, she's punishing me for my disobedience," I explained. "It's all my fault!"
"Go sit down, Jenny," she instructed, stressed out by my words but in control of herself.
"Yes, Miss Morgan," I nodded, feeling guilty for pulling her into the middle of my roller coaster ride of love and submission... and now betrayal.
Returning to my seat, Karen purred, "Good pet."
My face burning red, I stared straight ahead and prayed she would leave me alone for the rest of the class...which thankfully she did.
Miss Morgan, impressively, was able to set aside the after-class threat and the potential of being outed, as she introduced us to Hamlet and we began reading Act One.
The bell rang and Karen ordered me in a low voice, "Stay, puppy."
The condescending words flustered me; it was obvious she was trying to re-establish that she was the domme in our relationship.
"Karen, please," I pleaded, knowing I wasn't strong enough without Ashley here to stand up to her.
"Please let you eat Miss Morgan's cunt at her desk while I chat with her?" Karen asked arrogantly.
"This isn't appropriate," I pointed out.
"Neither was your disobedience," she countered, walking towards the door as the last of the class exited the room.
Miss Morgan was at her desk, pecking away on her computer, but her red cheeks told me she was nervous about what would happen next.
Karen closed the door and leaned against it, blocking the small window, as she ordered, not loudly, but loudly enough to resonate around the room, "Jenny, crawl under Miss Morgan's desk."
Miss Morgan gasped, looking up from her computer, "Karen!"
"No sorry to decline, I don't usually eat cunt, women usually eat mine," Karen retorted, before offering snarkily, "unless *you* want to eat mine now?"
I didn't move, paralyzed by the humiliation Karen was dishing out to both of us...feeling tremendous guilt for putting Miss Morgan in this spot.
Miss Morgan stood up and demanded with surprising dignity, "Ms. Pepper, that will be enough."
"Actually it is *Mistress* Pepper," Karen corrected, and I watched, horrified as Miss Morgan's resolve appeared to crumple.
"Please leave," Miss Morgan asked, now in a timid, tiny voice, her eyes showing complete fear.
"Miss Morgan, this is pretty simple. My pet has been disobedient and needs to be disciplined," Karen explained, before addressing me and asking, "Therefore, cunt-slut, why are you still lollygagging at your desk?"
"Karen, this has nothing to do with Miss Morgan," I countered.
"It does now," Karen shrugged, before ordering, her tone again shifting to do-as-your-fucking-told, "Get under Miss Morgan's desk right now!"
Reluctantly, I stood up and began walking towards Miss Morgan.
"This is not the place," Miss Morgan argued, her tone a mixture of embarrassment, worry and shock.
"Would you rather we go to your place?" Karen asked.
"I have a meeting to attend," Miss Morgan wheedled, trying to get out of the awkward predicament.
"Then we'd better hurry," Karen countered, before throwing down the threat I knew was coming. "Unless you want the whole school and administration to know you're a lesbian."
I reached Miss Morgan just as she pleaded, "Karen, please no."
"Then obey me like a good pet teacher," Karen instructed "and let my pet complete her task."
I said, "I'm so sorry, Miss Morgan," before disappearing under her desk.
"Can't we discuss this?" Miss Morgan asked.
"Sure," Karen agreed, "we can begin as soon as Jenny is kneeling beneath your desk and licking your box."
"My box?" Miss Morgan asked.
"Pussy, cunt, twat," Karen listed, "which word do you prefer?"
"Karen..."
"Return to your chair right now, Miss Morgan," Karen ordered.
Miss Morgan walked back behind her desk as Karen asked from the back of the room, "Pantyhose or thigh highs, Miss Morgan?"
"Pantyhose."
"Pull them down to your ankles," Karen instructed.
I watched Miss Morgan, now standing directly in front of me as she obeyed the 'request'.
"Panties, too."
Miss Morgan obeyed again.
"Sit."
Miss Morgan obeyed, looking down at me.
"Roll your chair in."
Soon I was nestled between Miss Morgan's legs.
"Lick away, Jenny," Karen ordered.
Miss Morgan's pussy directly in front of me, the undeniable pull to obey again so strong, had me eager to obey. I leaned forward and began licking her. To my surprise, Miss Morgan was soaked and I wondered if that was because she too was submissive...she hadn't really shown any hints of submissiveness when I had submitted to her on... had Sunday been just yesterday?
Miss Morgan moaned as my tongue made contact and Karen said, assumedly with a smirk on her face, "It looks like my pet is obeying my order."
There was no talking for a couple minutes while I focused on licking Miss Morgan's pussy.
Finally Karen asked, "Enjoying Jenny's tongue, Miss Morgan?"
"Please, I don't want to lose my job," Miss Morgan pleaded.
"Miss Morgan, I have no intention of outing you," Karen reassured her.
"Thank you," Miss Morgan responded with a slight moan.
"But that said, it's obvious you're in desperate need of a Mistress," Karen continued.
"Excuse me?" Miss Morgan questioned.
"You're letting a student crawl under your desk and eat your pussy just because I told you to," Karen pointed out.
"You threatened to out me," Miss Morgan pointed out.
"You didn't put up much of a fight," Karen countered.
A moment later, I heard a thud as Karen cried out, "What the hell?"
I froze, Miss Morgan's nectar on my lips.
"Karen, where is Jenny?" I heard Ashley demand.
"Why, I have no idea," Karen replied, acting innocent in such a way it was obvious she did indeed know.
"Tell me," Ashley threatened.
Miss Morgan interjected, "Girls, could you please move your conversation somewhere else, I have work to do."
"Oh, s-s-sorry, Miss Morgan." Ashley apologized, realizing she and Karen weren't alone.
"Yes, sorry Miss Morgan, I'm sure you have something to finish," Karen replied, giving a hint to Ashley.
A moment later the door closed and I expected Miss Morgan to roll her chair away from me, but instead she asked, "Jenny sweetheart, please get me off, I'm so close."
Although surprised, I was eager to comply as I buried my face in her pussy and licked hungrily. I sucked her clit between my lips and slid two fingers inside her.
"Oh God," she moaned.
It didn't take long, as I focused on her clit while finger-fucking her cunt, before I felt a gush of cum coat my face. I kept licking until she rolled her chair away a few seconds later and whimpered, "Thank you; now get out of there, Jenny."
I quickly did as she stood up and just as quickly tugged up her panties and pantyhose.
"I'm so sorry for dragging you into this," I apologized abjectly.
"It's my fault, Jenny," she said, "I'm the adult."
"I'm still sorry," I repeated.
"I'll deal with Karen," she said.
"She'll want to make you her submissive," I warned.
"And I may let her do it," she shrugged, giving me a mischievous smile.
I laughed, "It's a lobster trap."
"I really do have a meeting," she said, glancing at her watch, "that I am now late for."
I grabbed my bag and headed out. I was startled when I saw Ashley and Karen still in the hallway, loudly talking to each other.
Ashley was in mid-sentence when she saw me leaving Miss Morgan's room.
Karen, smiling, said, "I'll leave you two to chat."
Ashley threatened, "This isn't over."
"I couldn't agree more," Karen replied, sauntering off.
I walked up to Ashley and apologized, something I seemed to be doing a lot of lately, "I'm sorry, I couldn't stand up to Karen."
A moment later Miss Morgan came out of her class and seeing us, her face went red as she hurried off the other way.
Ashley, perplexed at first and then looking back at me, my face shiny with pussy juice, asked, "Karen made you eat out Miss Morgan?"
"It's a long story," I answered, worried I could lose Ashley.
"I have some time," she said, looking upset, as if I had just betrayed her completely.
I retold the whole story from last week's flirting, to yesterday's seduction and Karen's blackmail today. When I was done I finished with another apology, "I'm so sorry, Ashley. I want to be with you, but I was worried that Karen would out Miss Morgan."
"I'm not mad at you, girlfriend," she said, pulling me into her and kissing me reassuringly.
When she broke the kiss, she smiled and said, "Don't we have a limousine to catch in a couple of hours?"
"Indeed we do," I smiled back, before adding, "and I have a plan for Karen."
"You do?" she asked.
"It's another long story," I admitted, as I took her hand and started telling her the complete story of how I ended up where I was today, abbreviated because of our lack of time but no longer leaving out any essentials as I even told her about Karen domming my mother and my walking in on my mom and Mistress Megan after our date last night.
"Oh my," Ashley said, "you *have* been a busy naughty girl! You really can't judge a book by its cover, can you?"
I smiled, "But the deeper you get into the book, the more you learn."
"Well, let's go talk to Megan," Ashley said, "I want to devour this book whole and get to the riveting climax. The thought plickens!"
"What about the happy ending?" I coyly teased.
"Oh, we're only in the opening chapters, Jenny," she smiled, as we walked past the gym and towards the parking lot.
I asked, "What about cheerleading practice?"
"Fuck them," she shrugged, as we walked hand in hand towards her car.
"Well, I'd rather you fucked *me*," I flirted, the words sounding both naughty and romantic.
Ashley asked as we reached the car, "Is your mom going to be home?"
"Not for another hour," I replied.
"Good, then I will do just that," she said.
"Do what?" I asked playfully once we were in the car.
"Fuck you," she smiled, "but in the nicest possible way!" reaching into the backseat and setting a duffle bag on my lap.
As she began driving, I opened the bag and saw a big black strap-on cock. "Oh my," I gasped, the thought of her wearing a strap-on making my cunt dampen. "You really *do* plan to fuck me."
"Oh, I plan on doing lots more than that," she promised, her hand going to my leg, causing a chill to scamper playfully through my entire body.
"You too are a book I plan to read cover to cover," I smiled, bringing the book metaphor back.
"That's good; I'm a real page-turner," she quipped, giving my leg a firm squeeze. "Especially when you get to the good parts!"
As we drove I was giddy with excitement. Looking at her, I knew I was in love with her, as strange as that seems in such a short time. Yet there was no doubt my feelings for her were way more powerful than those I had for Megan, Karen, Miss Morgan or anyone else. I longed for her and she accepted me for who I was.
We were in this together and starting our journey as a couple. We would talk with Megan together about how to deal with Karen together; we would go to Governor Greene's together and together experience whatever was lying in store; we would walk together at school hand in hand...ready to break through the social expectations that would judge us.
As we pulled up in front of my house, I couldn't wait to make love to her. With Karen it was sex and submission. With Ashley it was something completely different: it was soft and intimate and yet delivered with an even stronger intensity than the thrill of submission...although I revelled in both...and her promise to fuck me created a whole new level of potential naughtiness to our growing intimacy...as I reflected on her begging me to fist fuck her last night.
As we went into the house, I knew we had a crazy night ahead of us and an even crazier week, yet all I wanted was to be in the arms and between the legs of my Ashley (well, maybe also on all fours as she fucked me).
The rest of the craziness...well, that would have to wait upon our pleasure. So to speak.
Continued in Bedding the Babysitter Chapter 8... the Governor Greene party. |
Matt Becomes Mattie Ch. 09 | 43,859 | 4.53 | 512,527 | [
"crossdressing",
"lingerie",
"femdom",
"panties",
"queening",
"submission",
"bondage",
"lesbian",
"watersports",
"oral servitude"
] | I went back downstairs. Louise was enjoying her Armagnac. She looked up at me and asked,
"How is she?"
"Oh, very nice and ready for you."
"So come and tell me what you have done to her."
I took my balloon glass and sipped.
"Oh nothing untoward other than a finger and maybe a kiss."
"That's ok; what does she look like?"
So, sotto voce, I gave a long descriptor of Louise, how she was dressed, the feel on my fingers, her bondage and what I had set her up with. This would allow Louise to reflect on our imminent arrival.
We finished our Armagnac, lent over towards each other and kissed lip to lip. "Upstairs now?"
We got up from the sofa. Jo said,
"I should really go to the bathroom first, but then I could save it for one of you two later."
"Mmmm. Perhaps."
We walked upstairs and down our corridor. Nearing the suite, I suggested that we should go in via the second bedroom. I opened the door and Jo went in. the door to the main room was closed.
"Clever you."
Jo had seen what I had laid out for us. On the bed were two latex hi-side briefs that were a full cut and then off the front of each was a hard latex cock 7 inches long and of a good girth. Jo's pair had an internal pussy dildo too, mine had a socket to take my clit and the penis that I was offer was far larger than I could achieve with my gurl-clit. Jo's panties were a solid red colour and mine were in a flesh.
Alongside were two matching pairs of latex gloves as we had decided that only latex should essentially touch Louise tonight and two hoods, similar to Louise's.
There was also a small remote control for the vibrator lodged in Louise's cunt and I switched that on, knowing that Louise will have an idea that we are nearby.
Jo moved close into me, took my head, and kissed me.
"Clothes off and let me have your tongue, please, Mattie."
I obeyed and stripped down to my corset and lay down on the bed. Jo undressed except for her bra and climbed onto the bed, teasing me with her black jockey briefs. She straddled me, over my corseted body, and backed onto my mouth and nose presenting her damp, musky pussy to my mouth for my worship of her. Her hand darted to my clit and she rubbed me through my panties with her jockeys. Her mix of precum and anal scent descended down to my nose and I lovingly pleased her cunt, letting my tongue do its roaming work, teasing her into a state of increased excitement and as a precursor of what was to come. Jo started to quiver on top of me and I knew that she was on her way to a strong orgasmic evening.
She climbed off me, leaving me enjoying her nectar across my face. I got off the bed too and we wiped each other down. I suggested dusting her with a little talc and we helped each other before sliding on our new latex panties. We then put on the gloves and commented on the feeling of the latex against us. Finally, we put on our hoods. If anyone walked in to the bedroom or the alarms had gone off, they would have been amazed at the sight of us all in this wear.
We opened the door into the suite and, for the second night in a row, Jo gasped at the sight of the latex android which was Louise, encased and restrained on the Tower, duly goggled and with the large penis standing erect off her chin. Then her breasts with the nipple pumps on and the labial weights to add to the overall discomfiture and feeling of use. This was certainly in the realm of kink for us, not that we minded.
Jo walked over to Louise and immediately upped the pressure on her nipples. Her latexed index finger went into test how wet she was; she pulled it out and tasted her. Her gloved hands started to stroke Louise and Jo indicated to me to get on my knees and please her clit.
I got down on the base of the Tower next to the arm with the vibrator that was doing its naughty work. My tongue darted between the labial weights to find Louise's love bud. This was not hard to find as Louise was, evidently, very turned on and wet. Jo stood behind her, her hands caressing Louise's breasts and her hard cock pressing between Louise's rear globes towards the dildo that I had implanted in her anus. Moreover, as Louise was getting more and more excited, she was forced to inhale Jo's pussy scent from the briefs through her hood nasal holes, the only route to her getting air.
Jo started to release Louise from the Tower but she kept the goggles and chin dildo on as well as the suction bottles on her nipples. I worked on undoing the labial weight clamps, unshackling her from the spreader and, finally, I pulled out her vibrator out. This was smeared in very heavy cream that I could not resist and just had to take in to my mouth.
Jo helped Louise over to the bed and put her on her back with her clamped nipples standing erect in their tubes and her pussy area exposed upwards on the edge of the bed. Jo removed her own latex panties and climbed onto the bed and stood, legs splayed, above Louise so that Louise could get a clear vision of Jo's intimate area. Slowly she lowered herself down onto Louise's head and onto the large chin cock that was now standing upright. Louise had a clear view of this fucking of her chin that was about to happen.
Jo indicated that I should move into Louise's pussy area and take her with my latex dildo. I slowly entered her, holding back the effect of the cock and its ribbing, as Louise probably would easily swallow the cock completely as she was that wet. I could feel the hard rubber dildo lodged in her back passage as I entered; she was going to feel the friction of both playing on the thin area between her love channels.
We started to fuck her in synchronisation. Jo and I would bob towards each other to be able to kiss. Jo's hands were positioned feeling Louise's breasts, kneading them in a hard manner; mine were on Louise's tummy or moving up to feel Jo's breasts and hard nipples through their bra strapping.
Louise came very quickly; her body went into the intense shakes of the previous evening as her intense orgasm washed over her. Her cum shot out of her pussy onto the bed and over me. Jo kept up the pressure on her chin cock and, in cumming, was not too far behind Louise. I went down to soak myself in Louise's cum and enjoy her fresh scent and I could feel myself coming in my brain.
We wound down bathing in our climaxes. Jo then removed the dildo harness from Louise's chin and pulled her briefs off before removing the mouth plate from the hood. She also took the first latex panties that Louise had been wearing for dinner and put them over me so I would take in the aroma and taste of Louise's emissions impregnated by the latex. Jo put her own red latex panties back on, inserting the dildo into herself, and swapped positions with me. She entered Louise with her hard red cock, Louise gasping as she penetrated hard into her; Jo was also picking up the feeling of the lodged dildo. Meanwhile, I presented my still wet dildo cock to Louise for her orally to take in her own cum. She took it avidly.
Jo was being very physical in her fucking of Louise as she moved aggressively in and out of her love channel. The fucking movement into Louise was also being transmitted back to the latex panties into the dildo embedded in Jo's cunt. I could sense Louise's pleasure in this hard fuck as she sucked on my dildo. Jo came really intensely this time, flooding her panties and Louise shook with a good body tremor fifteen seconds later.
We wound down for some twenty minutes and Louise was partly released as we took off her goggles and rear dildo plate. Louise said that the session was some of the best sex that she had ever been involved with. Jo was pretty shattered. It was getting on and she proposed that we cleaned up with a pee and servitude session in the bathroom, a quick shower and into bed.
Louise and I had pre-arranged to wear white nighties and panties, knowing that Jo would be in her male pyjamas. As we all got into bed, Louise and I pulled our panties off and suggested that Jo removed her pyjama bottoms for a little while. We shaped ourselves into a triangle with Jo giving pleasure to Louise, Louise to me and then me onto Jo. This was one of those slow relaxing sessions, enjoying each other's sexes and winding ourselves down bathing in the love the other was offering.
Back with our panties on, we quickly fell asleep all cuddled up together.
The following morning saw us having to leave to go home. Jo was heading for London for meetings and then onto a trip to Paris. Before we rose, it was my turn to bring Jo to her morning climax and Louise did her toiletry details for us before we showered together. I noted the massive showerhead, as we ought to get one for our new bathroom. The shower was probably big enough to get us in to it.
We packed up our play things into their boxes and dressed. Jo wore one of her work suits and blouses. Louise put on a white bra and bikini panties and then a pair of nice jeans and a roll-neck top. I went for a black soft bra, a pair of favourite hi-sides, black jeans and a royal blue top with lightly ruffed sleeves. I wore pearl earrings, a long strand of pearls over my top and which I shaped into a triple loop. With this outfit, I wore a long, white, lightweight silk scarf knotted loosely at the neck.
We breakfasted, packed the cars, and settled the account. Before leaving, we all hugged and kissed. Jo stood back and said,
"Look you two, I thought that I should have put Mattie into her chastity chain for while I was a way but that would be unfair as you would also need one, Louise. I shall have to get you a matching waist chain, the ankle bracelets and the protection chain."
She smiled,
"Seriously, the kids are still away tonight and I don't have any objection if you want to sleep with each other tonight. In fact, it would be rather nice if you did. Your penalty, though, is to each send me an e-mail with an essay on what happens."
We all laughed, kissed and hugged. Then we got in our cars to leave. Jo was heading straight back to her place and I drove to Swindon to get Jo on the train into Paddington. At the station, she gave me a long kiss and thanked me for her birthday presents and how special the weekend had been. Of course, on the way over to Swindon we had chatted about Louise and how fantastic she was, not only in bed but, more importantly, as a person. Should we become a full-time threesome if things developed between us?
I drove back to the cottage and unpacked and did our laundry. I hand-washed our lingerie and Jo's briefs and also Louise had given me hers on Jo's suggestion. I enjoyed a little sniff and her heavily stained white panties were still nice to inhale. My mind wandered. Plenty to do though.
There were a number of e-mails to handle as well as builder's requirements top finish the extension. The bathroom was nearly ready and the playroom cum bedroom sitting room was coming close to final decoration. It made a significant extension to our room and gave us an American style suite. At the back of the room, we had another door built to provide future access to the last outbuilding attached to the cottage. This was going to allow for office space and other room if we wished. The downstairs of both outbuildings we were using as storage space.
As school finished, I went around to pick the children up and we went off and has some tea. We checked on homework before driving over their grandparents. They were spending a night as Jo's parents had bought tickets to a play at the Oxford Theatre for them all. They really enjoyed staying with them especially given that they could run riot in the large garden and they had horses and various animals to play with. I dropped them off, grabbed their used clothes and swapped them over for some fresh ones for the evening and school. It was then to the supermarket and, finally, home with more household chores to do in tackling the kids clothing.
Eventually, I got to shower and changed out of my jeans and top. I put a pink suspender belt on with tan stockings and then a light pink cami on with cream lace trimming; it had a velvet button-like trim down one side. This was followed by matching bikini panties, with a similar button pattern and a nice cream ribbon. Over the top of my lingerie, I donned a pink silk t-shirt and a pink, cream and green floral skirt and I slipped on green pumps. Jewellery was just my gold chains, Jo's necklace, bangles and gold studs along with my engagement and wedding rings.
At 7.30, Louise came over; she was wearing a deep blue top, pearls, a knee-length white skirt and white pumps. On greeting, we kissed each other and then I opened a bottle of cold Sauvignon Blanc and poured two glasses. We chatted about our respective day since leaving each other this morning. As we talked, I fixed some simple supper; a tagliatelle carbonara and a green salad, along with some cheese and fresh raspberries. Inevitably, conversation turned to the events of the weekend.
Louise kept stressing how generous we had been and what an incredible hotel it was.
"And, wow, I just can't believe how accepting you two have been of me."
"It's not all folk we would do that for Louise, and both of us really adore you, and I would say love you."
"And I love you two."
"No, seriously, I can't believe that you are so accepting of me, not only as a person but sexually. It is not everyone that can enjoy what I am into."
"Well, we aren't exactly sexual saints as you know and we have our own kinks; even though we have only been totally open with each other for a short while, I think we have learnt to be experimental and never say no until you have tried it. One of the best things about the past few months is that Jo really likes to do her research and has got into pornography."
I smiled, "And we quite enjoyed wearing those latex cock panties, gloves and hoods. You may get us into more in the future."
We talked about this and how far Louise would like to go in this scene; she wasn't into leather or other out-of-the ordinary materials but loved all aspects of lingerie, restraint and latex. It was very much the feeling of being constrained that turned her on and in being heavily played with. We covered aspects like breathing control, gas masks and inflatable breasts, all of which she would like to develop and try in time. The other thing that came out was some of the pain play that she liked and we covered potential piercings her nipples, labia and clit. This was something I suspected Jo would like to develop with her so that it could be incorporated into her bondage play.
We ate dessert, the raspberries and I prepared some coffee. I talked about my transformation in depth and how far I would go with it and that it was very much a joint decision. If it were just me at this point, I would probably go for full sexual reassignment not only for the sexual side; however I would love to be able to take a cock in me but also Jo and Louise's dildos and straps. More importantly though, it would be for mental reasons as I felt I was becoming increasingly female in my thought processes. The limitation was, perhaps, family and, Jo's views were of paramount importance and perhaps Louise herself as she was becoming increasingly close to us. That led us naturally on to Jo's perspectives and needs.
"Well Jo," I said, "To me, it's how she wants to take it in terms of direction, Louise. We are now so, so much closer and open with each other and I wouldn't want to lose her in all of this and I think she wants and deeply loves me."
"That is very evident."
"I know that she doesn't want to transform, she is very happy in her new found 'male female' role and wants to push her boundaries on that score. That is why you are so special to us as you provide her with lesbian love that I cannot, even though I can give you both my own type of love both mentally and physically. And I may become increasingly closer to you as a sister or a harem partner in this."
Louise laughed and I continued,
"Her interest in dominance and bondage, restraint and pain, well I think you can separate that away from all of this. This is just a fetish or interest any of us could have. My overall concern is that she is bi and will need a real cock at some point in the future. However, I may not be able to help her out, just because I am so female with all the hormones swimming around in me. When we started out on this, she did express a wish to try out a real cock as even though I have reasonable girth I am not that big and she has had relatively few in her time."
"I quite like yours as you aren't too big and you combine it with being girly. I know what you mean though."
"Oh, you are a sweetie, but I wouldn't want her to fall for another man who is all man at our expense."
"So what you need is a stud for her, or a bull. Someone who will literally fuck the brains out of her but does not want the emotional involvement."
"I guess so."
"Do you think she would want to dominate him or the other way around?"
"Mmmm, from what she has indicated it would be with a strong man; I don't mean physically."
"Would you be there and also take him?"
"Like a type of cuckold, perhaps, I guess. I don't know, Louise. I have had men in the past and enjoy being made love by them, so in principle, if the situation was right and Jo was ok with it, then yes. It's very different to being woman to woman though."
I related a story with my university girlfriend and one of her ex beaus which had resulted in a three-way between us all and that my girlfriend had wanted to see two men together as well as enjoying cock at both ends.
Louise added, "Don't I know about woman to woman though, I much prefer it! But let me think about this with Jo, I may be able to formulate something."
We cleaned supper up and conversation was about something trivial. As we finished I opened another bottle of wine, a nice QmP German wine for a sweeter note and grabbed two fresh glasses.
"Let's go through and put a film on – something soft lesbian perhaps?"
"What do you suggest?"
"Well something like 'Bound,' the mob thriller where Jennifer Tilly seduces butch ex-con Gina Gershon?"
"Good movie but the best sex scenes are so early on. It's good though."
"How about 'Better than Chocolate'; that's the one with the painting sex scene and the lovely Jo look alike and a smaller redhead, a bit redder than me though."
"Maybe, anything else?"
"How about 'Lost and Delirious' then? The one with the schoolgirls; a new girl effectively becomes a voyeur to her two lesbian roommates. It's a little eerie and tragic though but some good kissing scenes."
Louise laughed, "Yes, that's it. It could give us some ideas for a schoolgirl scene with Joanna."
We went through to the living room, loaded the DVD and nestled back into the sofa together, with our coffee and wine. Louise lent over and gave me a quick kiss.
"Ok, comfy?"
"Yes."
We watched the movie. As the first kissing scene took place, Louise and I kissed again. As we got to the scene where the two friends are in bed together, Louise commented that she was the bigger breasted girl Pauli and the one with the small ones me as Tori, "And I as Pauli would love to be in bed leading you in love."
As the film progressed, we cuddled up closer together and took many an opportunity to pass little kisses and teasingly stroke each other.
As the film finished, we kissed long and hard. In between I asked,
"Do you want to stay the night as I would love you to?"
"Mmmm, thought you would never ask."
"You don't have to ask."
"I've got a small bag packed in the car."
I cleaned up and Louise went and got her bag. As she came back in, I locked up and mentioned that I had her clean lingerie. She put it in her bag side pocket and we went to the bedroom hand in hand.
"I just want you relatively conventionally tonight Mattie."
"Me too. I want to make slow love to you and explore all of you."
We turned and kissed passionately, Louise's tongue probing deep into my mouth, exploring my teeth and lips. Our hands wrapped around each other pulling us closer together. Her hands meandered over my bottom, inquisitively exploring me, feeling that I had stockings on. Her fingers ran up and down the straps, gently pulling at them and tightening the hose on me. She tugged on my panties pulling them tight on to my clit.
We moved to take off our clothing. I helped Louise out of her jewellery and top. She stepped out of her skirt and there she was dressed in a nice cream bra and French cut panties. She helped me and soon I was down to my pink cami, panties, garter belt and stockings. Louise commented on how nice and feminine they looked.
We climbed onto the bed and Louise removed my cami to focus on my little buds; I removed her bra. Her tongue felt good, swirling over my nipples and bringing them out of their shell, and then gently nipping them. Again she kissed me long and hard, her tongue going deep into my mouth, asserting her control over me. She then moved to my neck and ear lobes, an area I was finding was becoming increasingly sensitive.
Between us, I managed to get her on her back and returned the compliments and her wonderful, pert, brown nipples firmed up with my oral play. I went to move down her tummy to gently play with her mons through her panties. I took both sides of her mons in the soft panties material between my fingers and pulled outwards. I moved my fingers downwards gently onto both of her labial lips and did the same action, teasing out her clit from its home and getting her vulva to pulse with anticipation. Louise started to gently moan with this gentle but firm frotting. I could feel her getting wetter in her panties, something that I could enjoy later.
My fingers continued to do their work through the material using this pinching technique and running my fingers tantalisingly over her pussy entrance and down to her anus. My mouth darted back up to her nipples pushing off Louise's hands as she tried to play with her breasts. I gave her a commentary of what I was feeling, how she was responding and how wonderfully intoxicating she was.
Louise motioned me to use my nose and tongue on her and I slipped into position between her legs to tease her through her panties, one of my favourite things in foreplay. I took in her now familiar essence and enjoyed the increasing dampness and mustiness as she scaled her own mountain. I pressed in with my nose and my movement also served to gently masturbate her clit and lips, as well as that sensitive area in the vulva just under her clit.
She moved her hips up and tried to get her panties off. So I went to release her from her fabric haven and, at the same time, removed mine, leaving me in my stockings and belt, as well as my chains. She rolled over and suggested I got on my back. I complied and the next thing I felt was her turning herself and then her gorgeous bottom approaching my nose and tongue for me to pleasure her orally. I felt her mouth descend onto my now hardening gurl-clit, teasing its head and shaft.
Louise was now very damp and I could feel her responding to mouth. I gently suctioned my mouth onto her letting her respond to the play and the vacuum and then let my tongue dart forward to capture her essence. Gradually I moved down her love area to play on her anus, it tight puckered entrance opening up slightly to my response. And then back up to her pussy entrance so as to enjoy that in the same manner, my mouth soft and open to provide her the stimulus to masturbate and prepare herself to be fucked by me.
Meanwhile Louise continued to work me over and I was pretty hard in her mouth; her teasing of my clit head and just under was remorseless, moving up and down to the base of it. I could feel her excitement boiling up and suddenly she lent back onto me, pressing her bottom hard into my face, and I felt her electricity as her orgasm hit her, washing over her and, in doing so, flooding my mouth. I took her in, savouring her pleasure, becoming hers.
"Fuck me, Mattie, Fuck me"
"Me or a harness," I grunted.
"You."
Louise moved around on me, her head and breasts towards me, and lowered herself onto my gurl-clit. I saw and felt her wet pussy grip on to me and take me in and she started to fuck herself against my hard clit. I took her breasts into my hand and massaged them, feeling her hard nipples in my hand. I could see that her chest was already reddening up. She frigged herself hard on me and I could clearly see her excitement on her withdrawal stroke; I was using my hips to help penetrate as far as I could into her and I could sense her cum on my thighs. She rocked on me so as to frot her g-spot.
As she started to cum, I moved my hands onto her shoulders and pulled her forwards towards me, allowing her gorgeous breasts to hang down. I lifted myself up to Louise and our mouths met, our tongues probing each other with lust and passion. She exploded on me and around me with her climax and I came just behind her, my cream washing into her.
She collapsed on to me and we lay there relaxing, revelling in each other's love, enjoying that wonderful sensation of just having cum. I remained semi-hard in her, surprising myself but my lust to please Louise was that strong. We swapped sweet nothings and fantasies for some twenty minutes, enjoying each other. Slowly, she built her want to be taken again and then motioned me to remain on my back. She stood above me and opened her still swollen and wet pussy, and exposing her anus to me. What a sight it was.
She lowered herself down once more, facing down the bed, this time into a full queening position, a position that Joanna would use on me and let me clean her up and inhale her scent. My tongue went to work probing and exploring her love recesses and orifices, gently building her up again. She regulated my breathing with her bottom pressure, giving me time to take in air, before making me serve her again. I continued on and on and I could feel her little climax moments as she built towards another big one. As she approached climax, she moved forward and quickly brought herself off on my clit.
She wasn't finished and she rolled over onto her tummy and asked me to harness and strap her with one of our larger cocks. I put on the artificial cock, a little lub on it and onto her and pushed into her. I moved in and out of her exploring her orifice and my hand darting to massage her clit. She indicated me to move northwards and so I did; there was enough cream streaming out of her to naturally assist her with my fingers.
I gently pushed in, allowing her muscles to relax and I was soon buried deep into her rear. I leant over and took one of our vibrators and slid it into its natural home. Louise responded positively to this double invasion of her, squirming with pleasure as I continued to fuck her rear. Her orgasm again came quickly and powerfully and I let her down slowly, staying in her rear quietly and letting the vibrator softly do its work. She came off her peak with a number of tremors, slowly abating.
Eventually, I withdrew and removed the slimy vibrator. She took it off me and presented it to my mouth for me to enjoy her stickiness. As I cleaned it up for her, she inserted Jo's feeldoe into her. She motioned to me to turn over and was quickly into me returning the action in my rear against my gurl-g spot. And, rarely now, I came a second time on her taking of me.
We finished up with a cuddle and then headed to the bathroom for a quick shower together and then into nighties and fresh panties. Back into bed and a cuddle before going to sleep. But not before Louise took her panties that she had been wearing out of her during the day to make me scent her through the night. |
Hotel Exhibitionist Ch. 02 | 107,169 | 4.69 | 1,542,184 | [
"exhibitionist",
"exhibtionism",
"voyeur",
"voyeurism",
"wife",
"husband",
"public nudity",
"hot wife",
"photography",
"flashing"
] | Kymberly lay naked on the bed, her hands and arms thrown back above her head and her legs bent and open. She was just starting to recover from the excitement of her photo session with the hotel porter, not 15 minutes before.
She didn't have much time to lie there, because she had a dinner and convention to go to, and she had to get ready for them. Her husband, Robert, had just told her that he had more plans for her, but she had no idea what those plans were. She knew didn't have time to be getting naked with more hotel staff before she went to dinner.
Her thoughts were interrupted by still another ping coming from her phone lying next to her on the bed. She picked it up and looked at the message on it.
"It's time for you to open the box I sent," Robert texted her. "Is it on the bed with you?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Sit up on the bed with your legs apart, facing the window, and open the box now."
Kymberly sat up and spread her legs open and looked out the window again to see if anyone could see her. The late afternoon sun now was reflecting off the window of the room opposite hers, so it was impossible to tell if someone might be inside that room. If there was, they probably could see her if they were trying to.
She dimly recalled from the program materials that the convention guests, or at least most of them, were concentrated in this building of the hotel. So, the chances were good that even if someone was in the room across from her and could see her like this, that person probably wasn't connected with the convention. That eased her embarrassment and nervousness a little. Not entirely, but a little.
The box in her hand was made of sturdy cardboard; it was wrapped and taped carefully. When she opened it, she found it contained still more packages. She upended the box and the smaller packages spilled out on the bed.
The boxes were white and rectangular, and of different sizes. Each bore a printed label with a number on it. Kymberly marveled at her husband's meticulousness. He planned his kinky games with great care.
"Open package no. 1," Robert texted.
She picked up the package with the number 1 on it. It was a little bigger than the others. She shook it lightly and heard a few objects move inside it.
Kymberly peeled back the tape connecting the two halves of the box, and lifted the top half off.
The box contained three wireless remote cameras, and a piece of paper, folded over. She unfolded the paper, and it contained a map of her room, with three marked locations. No doubt about it, Robert knew the room.
"Place the cameras in the locations marked on the map, pointed in the direction indicated in the map, and plug them in and turn them on," he texted.
She stood up and did so. One camera was placed on a night stand next to the bed, pointed toward the window. Another was placed on the desk closer to the window, pointed across the room. The third was placed on the ledge of the window, pointed back into the room.
As she finished the task the next text came.
"Open package no. 2."
She opened it and found a slim laptop computer inside.
"Set it up on the desk, open and facing the window, without obscuring the camera. Press the on button, enter "hotwife" in the password prompt. When it's up, click on the square icon in the middle of the screen. Then follow the prompts on the screen."
Kymberly laughed to herself as she entered the password. Robert had never called her that before, and she had never thought of herself in those terms. A window popped up on the laptop screen and instructed her what to press. She keyed in the responses and stood back.
"Done," she texted him.
"Well done," he texted in reply a minute later. "The cameras are wirelessly connected to the laptop. They are now working. The laptop is connected to the hotel's internet network. I have remote control of the laptop. I can see you in one of the cameras now. I also can hear you via the microphone in the laptop. Impressive, huh?"
Kymberly thought it was impressive, but a little, well, strange. She knew Robert had voyeuristic habits, but this was taking his voyeurism to a new level. She felt flattered that he had gone to so much trouble to see her naked from different angles, but she felt nervous, too, that it would be harder than ever to escape his gaze as long as she was in the room and the cameras were set up.
"Did you do all this yourself?" she texted him.
"No," texted Robert. "I had help with Francois, my IT specialist."
"Does he know what this is for?" she texted him. She was worried that he shared their games with someone else.
"No," he texted. "I told him I wanted this for home security purposes. I think he believed me!"
That was a relief, Kymberly thought. She liked playing Robert's games, but she didn't know how she felt about other people being drawn into them.
She posed for the camera pointed at her from the window, putting her hands over her head.
"Do you like what you see, Robert?" she said out loud to herself as she posed.
She heard a quick ping in reply, so she looked at her phone.
"You bet I do, baby," he texted.
"You turned the microphone on," he texted. "I can hear what you say."
"I'm impressed!" she texted him. "Did Francois do that or did you set that up yourself?"
"I did. Surprise you, huh?"
"Yes. But I think what surprises me most is how many different angles you want to see me naked from."
Kymberly was sitting on the bed looking at the laptop, and she spread her legs open to give her husband an angle he would like.
"Baby, you look fantastic from every angle. And the night is young and there are more angles to come. There's more fun ahead."
"Are you going to tell me what they are?" she asked.
"Not yet. That would spoil the fun. In the meantime, I think you should prepare for the evening. You took materials to read, right?"
"I did," she said. "You know I like to be prepared. There are reading materials for the presentation and I brought some notes and things to read about some of my competitors."
"We both like to be prepared," he replied. "That's why we're peas in a pod. Well, go ahead and do that, but stay naked for me. I'll be watching you."
"Isn't that going to get boring for you?" she asked.
"No, not at all. Besides, I'm sitting in the den with my feet up and my favorite bourbon in one hand and the TV remote in my other hand in case you fail to entertain me. But I don't think I'm going to need the remote."
"I hope not, after all this effort. O.K., baby. I'm going to get to work."
Kymberly pulled a sheaf of papers out of her suitcase. On the top was a collection of stapled papers about the convention. It contained background reading for that night's presentation.
Kymberly always took care to be well-prepared for these conventions. She had to, if she wanted to be taken seriously. Her good looks invariably led many of the men she encountered -- and most of the people she encountered were men -- to assume her looks were her best feature, and her brains a distant second. She liked to impress her peers with her knowledge of the new drugs on the market. She knew her own company's products, and the products of its competitors, cold. At the last convention, an older executive from another company, a well-known sexist who was famous for his wandering hands, had tried to make her look bad at a table full of men after she had shot down his advances. He'd failed. She had known more about the topics he had raised than he had. After about ten minutes he had slunk away from the table with his half-finished scotch in his hand, and she had won two new customers.
Kymberly also had taken notes and saved web pages of competitors and potential customers to her laptop. She pulled it out and opened it in front of her on the bed and started reading.
It was a little odd to be studying seriously for the evening ahead while simultaneously lying nude in front of video cameras for her husband's entertainment, but Kymberly was enjoying the attention from her husband and didn't mind multi-tasking. She lay with her tummy on the bed, at a right angle to the laptop so Robert could see the full length of her as she lay on the bed. She kept her butt arched in the air and her legs up and crossed over each other. She wondered what Robert was doing. It was easy to imagine him in the den, because he liked to spend time there with a cocktail at his side and a book in his lap or a game on the television. It was hard to imagine him doing nothing but staring at her nude body on the bed, although she knew he did enjoy admiring her. She enjoyed the admiration.
Kymberly lay prone on the bed until she finished reading the materials. She texted Robert after closing her laptop.
"Time to get dressed. I suppose you have instructions about that too?"
He replied immediately. Amazing -- he was still paying attention.
"Yes, I do, darling. Pull out the red dress and the red lace bra and the black heels from the suitcase."
Kymberly noticed what was missing from his instructions.
"Aren't you leaving something out?" she texted him.
"No. No panties for you tonight."
"Robert," she replied. I can't go without panties to a convention full of my peers and potential customers. Be serious."
"I am serious. Yes, you can. The dress is long enough that you won't show anything if you are careful. Put it on and get dressed and you'll see."
Kymberly was torn. She had attended this convention for her job, not for Robert's titillation. She had work to do, people to schmooze, customers to win. It would take care and concentration.
But she did enjoy Robert's game -- she couldn't deny it. She enjoyed the thrill of the risk of exposure -- even if it was just a risk, not a reality. She liked thinking about Robert, hundreds of miles away, thinking about her, surrounded by her peers, panty-less and bare under the short dress.
It was a challenge. And Kymberly liked a challenge. She was good at doing two things at once. She decided she could do it.
She stood up and hooked the lacy bra on. Unlike the running bra she'd worn earlier in the day, this one didn't give a lot of support. But she wouldn't need it. Her breasts at 44 still were firm and perky, and the snug dress would help hold them in place.
She pulled the dress on after the bra was done. It was a red, form-fitting sheath, with a V-neck collar and sleeves that ended just below her elbows. It was short, ending a few inches above the knee, but not scandalously so, and she knew she could pull off the hem length with her toned, sculpted, and tanned legs, which would be left bare. She never had worn it in public before, but she had tried it on, and she knew the color set off perfectly her dark hair and eyes. It was sexy, but just modest enough to be acceptable at an event like this one. The cut and bold color of the dress would make her stand out, and she would get lots of attention. But that's what she wanted. And Robert wanted it even more than she did.
Kymberly thought about the combination of dress length and lack of panties. As Robert had said, the dress, though short, was long enough that she wouldn't expose herself if she took some care to avoid doing so. But it was short enough that she would have to take some care. She couldn't sit in a chair facing a room and let her legs open without running a significant risk of showing everything.
But that was Robert's objective, she knew -- to put her right on the edge and force her to be mindful of the risk the entire time she was among other people.
I'm up for your challenge, Robert, she thought.
She stepped into the black heels. Kymberly could navigate her way across a crowded room in four inch heels with ease.
She went to the bathroom to apply a light layer of makeup. Kymberly didn't need a lot of makeup, but just the right amount of foundation, mascara, and eye liner would complete the look she wanted. It took her only a few minutes.
She texted Robert again.
"I'm done, dear kinky husband."
"Not quite," he texted back. "There's one more thing to take care of."
"What do you mean?" she texted back. "I'm fully dressed and ready to go."
"No panties?" he texted.
"No panties," she replied.
"Then it's time to open the next package," he texted.
The next package -- she had forgotten about his packages, even though she hadn't finished opening them.
What now? She wondered.
She took up the next-numbered package lying on the bed. This one was smaller than the others.
She took the lid off, and she found a small purse made of glossy, black leather. The purse bulged a little; something was inside it. Before she could open the purse Robert's next text came.
"Don't open the purse yet. Take the purse with you to the convention. You can put your phone and room key in it when you need to. But do not remove or open what is inside it until I instruct you. OK?"
"Robert, what is this?" she texted him.
"You will find out later," he texted. "Just do as I say."
They mystery made Kymberly nervous. She already had agreed to go to the convention events this evening without panties, putting herself at some risk. Now Robert was throwing in a new element, and she didn't know what it was, or how it would affect her ability to strike the balance between doing her job tonight and playing Robert's games. She knew Robert was enjoying her nervousness.
"O.K.," she texted back. "I'm game. I'm ready to go now."
Dressed and made-up and ready, Kymberly tucked her room key into the little black purse. She wondered, again, what mysterious object Robert had put in it, and then she opened the door to the hallway. It was time for her to make her appearance.
The convention was to begin with a causal mixer on the patio behind the main building of the hotel. After an hour or so of cocktails and schmoozing the guests would move to the grand ballroom inside the hotel, where they would have dinner and listen to a few remarks by the convention chair, followed by a long speech by the president of one of the big drug companies.
Kymberly walked through open, outsized double doors to the patio. Already it was full of people and the buzz of dozens of conversations filled the air. The patio looked over the golf course, and beyond that a large lake filled the scene. The sun, getting ready to set soon, lay heavy and orange near the horizon and behind large trees. Filtered light cast a subdued golden glow over the patio.
As Kymberly walked onto the patio she noticed a mild breeze swirling around. She felt the air swirl under her dress and tickle her bare skin and pussy. The breeze played a little with the hem of her dress, lifting it just a little and exposing a little more thigh, but she wasn't too worried about it showing something she didn't want to show because of the way the dress hugged her body. Still, she would have to be mindful of the wind on the patio.
A jazz trio was playing -- she thought she recognized a Miles Davis song. She searched for the bar, found it, and walked to it. Blaine, the man she met in the gym, was standing there getting his drink.
"Hey, Kymberly," he said when he saw her approaching. His face lit up when he saw her.
She would have to be careful about Blaine, she thought. The way he looked at her made Kymberly think of a puppy salivating over a new toy.
"Good workout this afternoon, huh?" he asked her.
"It was," she said. "I worked up quite a sweat. I don't usually get that sweaty from a gym workout but today I was just covered in it."
That seemed to get a reaction from Blaine. Kymberly noticed he went quiet for a moment and she could tell he was picturing her body layered in a fine film of sweat. Sometimes men are so easy, she thought.
Kymberly scanned the crowd. She could small talk with ease, but she was at the convention to win business, not just to chat. There was one big fish in particular she was hoping to catch -- Samuel Lee, the owner of a chain of medical clinics in Texas. Lee was in his late 60s, but he was known to have an eye for pretty, younger women. Kymberly had worn her red dress to catch his eye, among others.
She saw him, about 50 feet away, surrounded by a group of people who appeared to be laughing at his jokes. It might not be easy to get his attention, Kymberly thought, but she had to try.
"Blaine, will you excuse me?" she said and weaved her way in as straight a line as she could through the thick crowd.
As she strode in long steps toward Samuel she became aware again of her bare sex under the short dress. The cooling sunset air felt delicious against her skin, but the tickle of it heightened her nervousness as well.
A man's hand bumped against her butt as she wended her way around the guests. She looked up but couldn't see whose hand it was, and she wondered if he could tell just from the contact by his hand that she wasn't wearing panties. The notion gave her a quick, delicious thrill. She hadn't exposed anything -- not yet, anyway -- but she felt exposed, and she knew the absence of panties would keep reminding her of the possibility of being exposed all evening.
Kymberly drew nearer to Samuel, and he looked up and away from those around him and saw her. He smiled slightly. Kymberly had met him once before, but it had been awhile and she wasn't sure he would remember her. But he had noticed her red dress, Kymberly thought, and he was trying to recall the name of the woman that went with it.
Having drawn his attention, Kymberly noticed with delight that Kristin, too, was approaching him, but was behind him and farther away. Kymberly's eyes connected with Kristin's, just for a moment. "I caught him this time, bitch," she thought. Kristin just glared back, and then pivoted and looked for other prey.
"It's Kymberly, right?" Samuel asked as she approached him, uncertainly. She saw his eyes do the usual semi-discreet sweep over her body, head to toe and back. She didn't mind.
"Yes, Kymberly Marsh, from Sintrell," she said. "It's nice to see you again, Mr. Lee."
"Please call me Samuel," he said with a smile. He ushered her into their group, which consisted of doctors and executives at the clinics he owned. They were obligated to laugh at his jokes, and they did, loudly, even when the jokes weren't funny. Samuel was a big talker, so it wasn't easy interjecting a word into the conversation, but Kymberly managed to do so with a story about her last trip to Texas. She was trying to find a way artfully to segue into the subject of her company's new drugs. As she was about to she heard a youthful male voice behind her.
"Would anyone care for some appetizers," the voice asked. A tray of skewed beef dumplings appeared off Kymberly's shoulder. Kymberly, along with others in Samuel's circle, reached for one, when she heard the waiter make a soft choking sound, like a stifled gasp. She looked him in the face.
It was the porter -- the one who had seen her naked in her room less than two hours earlier, the one who had taken a photo of her with her legs and pussy spread open. They looked at each other. His face remained impassive, but his eyes were wide and staring at her. Kymberly's face grew hot, suddenly, and she wondered if she was visibly flushing in front of her colleagues.
"Oh, Robert," she thought. "What have you gotten me into?" She was concentrating all her powers into winning the business of a new customer, and Robert's games were distracting her from her goal. It was a fun distraction -- she had to admit that -- but it was difficult to do her job and to play Robert's games at the same time. But, then, Robert knew that. His games were meant to challenge her. The challenge was part of the fun.
When the tray was cleared of dumplings, the waiter left, but not before casting a discreet, lusty glance at Kymberly as he walked away. Kymberly noticed his look, and she gave him a quick, ambiguous smile in return before he left them.
If she looked embarrassed, no one seemed to have noticed it, because Samuel was telling a joke, loudly, and everyone in the group was busy pretending it was funny. Somehow, Samuel's hand had found its way to the curve of Kymberly's lower back, not far above her rear. His touch gave Kymberly a new challenge to navigate. She didn't want him to think his hand had free rein to wander over her backside. But neither did she want to provoke or embarrass him. She wanted to get his business, after all. Fortunately, it was a predicament Kymberly had faced countless times before, one which she had learned to handle adeptly.
Before she had time to think about what to do about Samuel, her phone pinged again. Robert texted.
She put her hand on Samuel's shoulder and game him a grand, apologetic smile.
"Samuel, so sorry," she said. "It's my husband. Something going on at home. I have to reply to him."
"Family comes first," he said. "But I do hope you rejoin us when you're done."
"I will! Just a sec."
She stepped away from the group to see Robert's message. She shielded the phone with her hand. She didn't want anyone else to see what he texted.
"Where are you now?"
"On the hotel patio, schmoozing. Talking to a big potential customer."
"Good girl," he texted. "I'm sure you will before the convention is over. But I have some things for you to do."
"I'm busy right now," she texted back.
"You agreed to play the game. This is part of the game. You will have time to get business while playing the game, but it will not be easy. Are you quitting the game?"
That word. Quit. Robert knew that Kymberly hated to quit, that once she had accepted a challenge it was agony for her not to see it through. He knew the right buttons to push.
Kymberly didn't know what he was going to ask her to do, or how much it might interfere with her goals at the convention, but she knew that Robert knew how important her job was to her. She guessed that he wouldn't give her something to do that was impossible -- just very challenging. She hadn't quit one of his games before. She wasn't going to quit now.
"No, I'm not quitting," she texted.
"By the way," she added. "The porter who saw me naked is serving appetizers at the party. He just saw me. I bet you like that."
"I do. That's perfect," he texted. "I bet he liked imagining seeing you naked again. Maybe if everything goes right he will.
"Here's the next part of the game," he continued. "I'm going to give you three tasks to do. One by one. I will give you the task and a specific number of minutes to complete it and to text me before the time ends that you have done it. Got it?"
"Yes, I've got it," she texted him.
"Are you ready for your first task?" he texted.
She wasn't, really, but she wasn't going to let him know that. There was plenty of time to schmooze with the guests, so she might as well get started with Robert's games.
"Yes, I'm ready."
"O.K. Here's your first task. Within five minutes of receiving this text, take an upskirt photo of yourself, showing your bare pussy under the dress. You cannot go back to your room."
Kymberly stared at Robert's instruction. She wouldn't be able to make it back to her room in time, anyway, she thought. She looked up from her phone and scanned her surroundings. At least 200 people crowded the patio and spilled over into the surrounding grounds of the resort and hallways of the hotel. She wondered how she would take an upskirt photo in this crowd without anyone noticing.
"You have 4:30 left," he texted her.
The pressure of competition was on. Robert was not going to make this easy, but Kymberly was determined, somehow, to complete the task. She held the phone up to her ear so others nearby would think she was busy talking on the phone and not bother her. She scanned the patio for places to go. Standing in the crowd, there was no way to take the photo without people noticing, and she couldn't risk that happening. She moved quickly to the edge of the patio, looking for places where she could take the photo discreetly. She saw quickly that no place nearby was risk-free. She needed some cover, and a place where she would be out of sight for a few seconds.
At a far end of the patio, she spied a row of large terra cotta pots tufted with drooping, long-leaved plants. They stood, maybe, waist high, which might be high enough. She kept the phone to her ear, and stepped briskly toward the planters to give the impression she was looking for a quiet place to talk.
She heard another ping and looked at the phone screen.
"3:00 minutes. You better hurry."
This was hard enough without Robert pressuring her.
She reached the nearest planter. It was, perhaps, two feet wide. It came up to her waist, and the droopy plant spilling out of it would hide her up to her tummy. The rest of her would be uncovered. She looked around. There were people here and there, but not nearly as many as where she had stood two minutes ago, and no one that she recognized.
She thought about how she would complete the task. She would have to do it as quickly as possible to minimize the risk of being seen. It would be awkward trying to hold the phone under the dress and take a photo while standing, despite how short the dress was.
A man not 30 feet away caught her eye with an admiring look. Kymberly looked away quickly and looked at her phone to signal she was busy. Please, please, she thought, go away. Do not approach me. From the side of her vision she saw, thankfully, that he walked away.
"1:00," she saw on her phone.
She had to do this.
She scanned the area. No one was looking at her. No one stood to the side of her in the narrow space between the planters and the high bushes that marked the boundary of the patio. It was now or never.
She set the little purse between the leaves of the plant. She put the phone on its camera setting. She had to squat down a little to get the phone low enough below the hem of the dress. She put her left hand on the front hem of the dress and pulled it out and up just slightly.
She held the phone down under the hem of her dress, pointing the lens up and under the dress and between her bare legs. She looked down quickly to make sure the position and angle appeared to be correct, and she snapped the photo.
She pushed the short dress hem back into place and stepped away from the planter, hoping to give off an air that nothing unusual was going on. With little time left, she pulled up the photo on the phone screen and sent it to her kinky and expectant husband.
She waited for his reply.
Ping.
"17 seconds to spare. You cut it close. But nice job on the photo! Your cunt looks lovely. A little wet, too, I think."
The word "cunt" always sounded jarring to Kymberly, but Robert liked it, and he liked to shock her by using it to describe her in erotic moments like this one. Well, not like this one, she supposed. She'd never had a moment like this one.
For this moment, the word "cunt" seemed, somehow, appropriate.
Kymberly's heart was beating fast as she walked back to the center of the patio. She had a job to do. She thumbed a quick message to Robert as she walked.
"Can I have time to get work done now?"
"A little. I will text you soon with your next task."
I'm sure you will, she thought. She had to work quickly.
She could make out Samuel, just barely, still surrounded by his colleagues and admirers. She worked her way through the crowd to get back to him. Then she heard someone call her name nearby.
"Kymberly," a deep, baritone voice called to her.
A tall man with short, dark hair and blue eyes and a mustache was looking at her. She recognized him as the vice president of marketing of Teffler, one of her company's biggest competitors. She had only met him once -- at another event like this one a couple of years earlier -- but he was a man whose face you didn't easily forget. She remembered him having a forceful and direct manner, as well as striking good looks.
"It's Dan, right? Dan Orloff?" she asked him.
"Good memory. We met at the convention in Orlando two years ago."
"I remember," she said. "You were one of the speakers, and you were the only one who told a funny joke."
He laughed. "I'm glad to hear I got you to laugh. The jokes get stale at these things."
He looked at her very intently, like he was sizing her up. But not in just in a sexual way, Kymberly thought, although she could tell he was admiring her looks.
"How are things at Sintrell?" he asked.
"Well enough to keep me busy," she said. "My husband doesn't always like that I'm away on work a lot, but he appreciates having a working wife." Kymberly found it was useful often to mention that she had a husband to dampen the enthusiasm of potential male admirers just a little. It worked, most of the time.
"I'll bet he does," said Dan. "We're very busy at Teffler, too. We just unveiled a new line of products, and we don't seem to have enough people -- enough good people -- to sell them. We're looking to hire some good people." His eyes stared hard at her as he said it.
"Good people are hard to find in the sales business," she said. Kymberly was satisfied at Sintrell, but it never hurt to test one's value on the market. And Teffler was a big player -- bigger than Sintrell, and better-paying, too, from what she had heard.
"Don't I know it," he said. "We pay good people very well at Teffler. Maybe I can call you sometime and tell you some more about that."
"Maybe you can. And maybe I'll tell you about any marketing VP positions that open up at Sintrell."
He laughed at that. "Fair enough," he said. "We'll take this up later."
"See you, Dan," and she resumed walking toward Samuel. She was chagrined that she couldn't see him now. He had moved away. She saw another group of familiar faces, though, and moved toward it to schmooze. She approached the group with her shoulders back and head high. The embarrassment of taking the photo was behind her, and Dan's evident interest in hiring her left her feeling confident and desired. And, she had to admit, she felt sexy and slightly aroused in the tight, short red dress without panties.
She spent another 15 minutes circulating around the crowd, catching up with people she knew, and making connections with others she had met before. Then the phone pinged again.
"Ready?"
"No, not really," she replied. "Still doing my job."
"It must wait," he texted. "I have another job for you to do."
Here it comes, she thought.
"This job is a bit riskier," he texted.
Oh no, she thought. What was he going to ask her to do?
"For task number 2, you have to expose yourself to someone. You must make sure the person sees your pussy. To leave no doubt, and prove it to me, you must have that person take a photo of your pussy with your phone and text it to me. I will give you a little more time for this one -- 10 minutes."
"Robert, I can't do that! These are my work colleagues!"
"Then find someone who is not a colleague. But not the porter. It must be someone else.
"Better get started," he texted again. "You are down to 9:30."
There was no use arguing with him. He wouldn't relent. She must do it in the time he gave her, or quit. Quit. That word, again. She didn't want to quit, both because she loved a challenge and because she enjoyed the games, however much they pushed the boundary of what she thought was appropriate and interfered with her work.
She didn't have much time. She'd stuck to the rules so far and she would try to stick to them again. But how? It was one thing to take a quick, sneaky, upskirt selfie. It was another to hand her phone to a stranger and ask, "Would you take a photo of my pussy?"
But that's what she had to do.
She couldn't have someone involved in the convention take the photo. That was too risky; they might talk, and her reputation could be hurt. Who, then?
She looked to the double doors of the hotel. Maybe someone on the hotel staff could do it, she thought. But the corridors of the hotel would be very crowded right now, and it would be difficult in the time she had to find a discreet place where a maid or porter could take a photo of her. Plus, they would be working, and it might be difficult for them to stop what they were doing to help her.
She scanned her surroundings, turning her head around. She looked away from the hotel, out beyond the patio, toward the golf course.
The golf course.
The sun was setting, but a few golfers still were out on the course, finishing the last rounds of the day.
She thought furiously. The golfers weren't connected with the convention. If they were, they'd be on the patio, not on the course. They wouldn't know her, or know anyone else in her industry. And if she knew anything about the type of men who would be finishing a round of golf together at the end of the day at a vacation resort like this one, they would be more than happy to oblige the request of a pretty girl's request to snap a photo of her private parts.
It was the only option Kymberly could think of.
She ran-walked as quickly as she could on her high heels on the patio without tripping or calling too much attention to herself. She wasn't sure, exactly, where to go. The patio was elevated over the golf course, so much of the course was exposed to it, and she couldn't just walk out to the part of the course on view to the patio and start exposing herself to surprised golfers. She'd have to find an area that wasn't directly visible to the patio guests. The area off to the left seemed to fit her needs. There were steps that descended from the patio through some hedges, past which she was sure some now-obscured part of the course lay. She would have to take her chances there.
Scurrying toward the steps, she nearly crashed into Kristin, who appeared suddenly, holding a drink and accompanied by a thin, handsome blond man that Kymberly didn't recognize.
"Kymberly!" Kristin called out in her trademark high-schoolish, sing-song voice. "You're in an awful hurry! Is something the matter?" Kristin peered up at her taller rival with a look of feigned concern.
"No, not at all," said Kymberly, her mind scrambling for a plausible explanation. "Um . . . my . . . husband wanted me to take some photos of the golf course, so I'm heading that way to take them before the light dims." It wasn't a great excuse, but it would have to do.
"What a thoughtful wife!" Kristin exclaimed. "Kymberly, do you know Roger?" She pointed to her companion.
Roger motion to shake her hand, but Kymberly had no time. "We haven't met," she said. "Sorry but I have to move quickly to catch the light. I'll chat with you later."
"See you then," said Kristin, her lips pursed in mock sweetness. "Shall we go back to the party, Roger?"
Kymberly had no time to think of Kristin. She moved off the patio, down the steps, to a concrete path that winded through shrubbery toward the course.
"7:00" showed up on her phone. Not much time left.
She had never played the course and didn't know where to go, but the path took her toward what looked like the mid-point of a long fairway. She was in luck -- two golf carts were directly in front of her, and enough trees and shrubs lay around to obscure, more or less, whatever she did from anyone else's gaze.
When she looked at the people in the carts, though, her hopes fell. They were occupied by two older couples, perhaps around sixty years old, and the women had the look of women that would not approve of a woman who wanted to expose her genitals to their husbands.
She looked around her, desperately. Kymberly had a talent for keeping her cool under pressure, but the craziness of the challenge and the rapid expiration of time to do it were taking their toll on her. The combination of tension and running awkwardly in her heels were starting to make her sweat a little, as well.
She saw no other golfers in sight. Then, she did. She saw two carts moving slowly together up the middle of a fairway. But they were moving on another hole. To get there, she would have to cross the middle of the fairway in front of her, where the two older couples had just gone by her, and then she would have to cross through a thin line of trees to get to the other fairway. She would have to hurry, to ensure the carts didn't pass by before she got there. It was going to be a close thing.
She couldn't run across a golf course effectively in heels, so she shucked them off fast and held them together in the hand with her purse, the other hand holding her phone. She ran as fast as she could. Through the red dress was tight and confining, it also was short, giving her lean legs plenty of room to move and carry her quickly across the fairway.
She scampered across, aware of how crazy it was that she was doing this. I have to stop being so competitive, she thought. Maybe I should just quit. But she didn't want to. She was here, now, running already, and she might as well keep running. If she focused on the task before her she could ignore, a little bit, the risk she was taking, and its possible consequences for her career.
Suddenly a voice shouted "fore!" from somewhere on the hole, and without warning a golf ball bounced on the turf 20 feet in front of her. It startled her, but she had no time to stop. She turned her head from the direction of the shot and saw three golfers about 200 yards away. It was hard to tell from this distance, but it looked like they were raising their arms in the air and looking at her. She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard a voice, faint across the distance, say "Are you kidding me?"
She reached the trees. They were pine trees, and they must have dropped a lot of needles, because they pricked her bare feet with every step. Still, she didn't slow down, though she let out a few yelps on the way.
She cleared the trees and reached the destination fairway. The carts hadn't passed by her yet. She hadn't been able to see who was in the golf carts from her previous vantage point. Puffing and bent over, and out of breath and out of options, she hoped that it wasn't another pair of older couples. Or members of a church vestry. Or a youth group. Fortunately, it was none of those. The group consisted of three men, probably around her age, and they were talking loudly and laughing as they drove up the fairway to their balls.
They didn't see her. She would have to attract their attention.
"4:00" showed up on her phone. Damn, Robert! She thought.
She couldn't wait.
"Excuse me? Hello?" she called out.
That got their attention. She could see all three of them look turn toward her in unison, start to turn away, and then do a rapid and enthusiastic double take. The guy in the lead cart, who was alone, steered his cart sharply in her direction. The other two, in a cart behind his, followed. Ten seconds later -- she was counting the time to herself, now -- their carts were right in front of her.
"That's a funny golf outfit, miss," the man in the lead cart said to her with a wry smile.
"I'm not out here to play golf," she replied, trying to do so with whatever composure and flirtiness she could muster.
"Well, then, this is a funny place to be," he said, his smile widening. She was glad they didn't seem to mind being distracted from their game by a pretty girl in a short red dress.
"I have a favor to ask you gentlemen," she said, and she batted an eyelash or two at them. It seemed to have the required effect. The lead man got out of his cart and approached her.
"What can we do?" he asked. The other two were slower to respond, but they left their carts as well and followed him.
"3:00."
"This is an odd favor to ask, and I'm sorry to distract you from your game, but I don't have much time and you're the only ones who can help." Kymberly realized she was wasting time with explanations, and that time was running out, but she was having trouble asking what she needed to ask them.
"I'm happy to try to help, whatever it is," he said. He swept his arms around him in a broad gesture. "But we do have a round to finish, and the light's fading. What's up?"
She paused, and then sucked in a big breath to buck up her courage to say what she had to say.
"My husband, who is not here with me, has dared me to do something. And I need you to help me do it."
She could tell they didn't know what she was going to ask, but that they were keenly interested. They drew closer to her and didn't say anything, although the man in front made a soft gesture with his hand toward her that said, "Let's get on with it, then."
"I need you to take a picture of me," she said.
"2:00."
Stop it, Robert! she thought.
"That's no problem," said the man in front. "That's simple. Here, let me take your phone."
She approached him and handed him the phone.
"But there's one other thing," she said. Could she make herself say it? Yes, she could.
"I need to expose myself. I need to have you take a picture of me when I pull up my dress. Naked."
Kymberly had never seen three mouths drop open in unison more quickly and deeply than she did now.
"Seriously?" one of the guys in back spoke up for the first time.
"Seriously," she said. There, she had said it. Now she had to hurry.
"Can you help me?" she added, quickly.
"Sure, I guess so," said the man in front. A grin that defined "shit-eating" spread across his face.
"Let's do it over here," she said. Kymberly was mortified at the words that had just come out of her mouth, but she was thrilled, too, and now that she had said it she was eager to fulfill her end of the bargain. Her pussy tingled with pleasure and anticipation, too. As ridiculous and embarrassing as this task was, now that the deed had been named she wanted her pussy to be seen.
She skipped on polished toes to the lead man's golf cart and jumped into the empty seat on the driver's side. She turned and looked back at the three men. All three were staring at her bare knees, waiting, though she hadn't parted them yet.
"Are you ready?" she said to the man with her phone.
"Sure," he said, recovering his senses and holding up the phone in front of him. "Ready when you are."
She looked very quickly in every direction to see if anyone else could see them. She saw no one, and she could only barely make out the patio area, now some distance away and screened off by trees.
She tossed her purse and shoes lightly on the fairway grass. She parted her legs. "I seem to be parting my legs a lot today," she thought. She pulled the hem of her short dress up, so it was above her waist and her bare bottom was on the seat. She spread her legs as wide as she could in her awkward position, to make sure the camera would leave no doubt about her exposure and her fulfillment of the task.
She heard a soft ping coming from the phone and knew it was Robert's signal that only one minute remained.
The two men not holding the camera simultaneously said "Shit!" and "Holy fuck!" when her legs opened.
As evening drew closer the temperature fell, and a soft breeze now blew over the course and could be heard whistling faintly through the trees. The air currents, eddying and swirling, teased and tickled her labia, which were now damp with arousal and exertion. She savored the touch of the cool air on her skin, and she ate up the ravenous looks of the men standing and staring at her. She thought, momentarily, that she could just sit there, indefinitely, with their eyes on her, as evening came and the air cooled and the breeze stiffened and tickled her nether lips with growing vigor. If she sat there long enough, she might come, eventually, she thought.
But she didn't have time for that. Instead, she spoke up to keep things moving along.
"I know it's a nice view," she said. "But I'm running out of time. Can you take the photo?"
"Yes, ma'am," said the man with the phone. He pushed the button.
"Did it turn out O.K.?" she asked, her voice cracking a little with the tension.
He paused a little, then squinted at the phone, then a smile spread over the width of his face and he gave her a deep nod.
"I'll say. Hell yes, that turned out."
She sprang from the cart and sprinted toward him.
"Please, I need the phone," she pleaded.
He didn't pull it back but he didn't hand it to her immediately, either. The other two men were crowding around him to see the photo. "Can't we see first?" one of them said.
"Yes, but please wait because I have to send it to my husband," she said, the urgency rising in her voice.
She took hold of the phone and the man let her have it. Her fingers punched the screen in desperation to beat the clock. She heard a whoosh that confirmed that the text with her photo had been sent.
She clutched the phone, looking at it and waiting and hoping she'd beaten Robert's countdown.
He pinged her back.
"Damn, baby."
He pinged her again.
"That's better than I expected. There must be some happy golfers standing next to you right now. You did it with 7 seconds to spare. You like to cut it close."
She exhaled a big breath. She couldn't believe how wrapped up she had become in Robert's game, but she had.
"So --," she heard one of the men standing near her say. "Did you get it done? Whatever your husband wanted you to do?"
She looked away from her phone at the men with eyes shining with excitement and gratitude.
"Yes!" she said. "With seven seconds to spare. Thank you! And, gentlemen," she added. "I'm sorry I interrupted your game."
"Oh, don't be sorry on our account," said the man who'd taken her photo. "This was the highlight of our round, I assure you."
"That was the highlight of my golfing career," said one of the other two.
"Can we see the picture now?" one of them asked.
"Oh, of course!" she said. "That's the least I can do."
She pulled up the photo on her phone and turned the screen toward them so they could see the photo of her, displayed in all her glory on their golf cart.
"Damn, you are gorgeous," said one.
"Thanks," she said in a low voice. She held the phone and let them look more. They were in no hurry to stop looking.
Coming down from the high of completing the task, Kymberly became embarrassed again as she thought about what she had just asked these men to do and what she had let them see.
"Thank you, guys," she said. "I appreciate it. I know it was a crazy request. There was no one else to help me."
"Well, thank God there was no one else," said the leader. "My name's Chet, and that was something I'm not going to forget . . . ever."
"You're sweet," Kymberly said.
"How about one more picture, now that your thing with your husband is done?" one of the two in back asked.
"I don't know, guys, I need to get back to the party."
"I'm sure they miss you," said Chet. "But how about one quick one, with you and my buddies here."
"Guys, this was for my husband. I can't let you keep naked photos of me."
"That's too bad," said Chet. "I'll tell you what. I'll take a photo of you and the boys here next to the cart on your phone. You can decide later if you want to send it to us. Come on, you owe us that much for helping you out in a pinch."
"You did delay our golf game," said one of the other two with a laugh.
"O.K., but let's be quick," Kymberly said.
She walked back to the golf cart and sat in the same position as before in the seat. She hiked up her skirt, and Chet's buddies took a place on either side of her.
Kymberly was feeling naughty and emboldened by Robert's game and thought she'd take this a step further. It was a step Robert would not have anticipated, and she wondered how he would react to it.
"Why don't each of you boys hold on to one of my thighs, and spread my legs apart?" she suggested.
Her idea was a big hit. Each of them, standing to the side of her, got behind and held on to one of her thighs from behind. She felt two pairs of hands grab her thighs. One pair was soft and small, and took hold of her thigh chastely and near the knee. But the other pair was rougher and stronger, and grabbed her more tightly, close to her butt and the junction of her legs. The hand that was lower on her was no more than a couple of inches from the exposed damp gash in her middle, and she thought with excitement that it would take no more than a slight shift in her position to bring her dampness directly in contact with his rough, strong fingers.
While focusing on the touch of the two men holding her thighs, which were starting to tremble, she'd lost track of Chet. When she paid attention to him once again, he was busy snapping not just one but multiple photos of her.
She had to regain control of herself, and of the situation. She had a party to get back to, and she needed to do some more networking before Robert gave her another task.
"O.K., boys, that's enough," she said. The two that were holding her released their hands while Chet appeared to be busy scrolling through the photos he had taken. At least they were gentlemen, she thought. They weren't taking advantage of her.
She grabbed her shoes and purse, and reached out to take her phone back. After taking a last, longing look at the screen of Kymberly's phone, Chet handed it back to her.
"What's your name?" Chet asked.
"Kymberly," she said without hesitation. At this point, having revealed so much, she didn't care if they knew her name.
"A pretty name for a pretty lady," Chet said, and his friends nodded. "Kymberly, Chuck and Mario and I are going to be playing again tomorrow if you'd care to join us. I think it could be a very memorable round."
"I'm not much of a golfer, I'm afraid," she said.
"I'm sure that wouldn't matter one bit," said Chet. "Here's my card if you are interested. Oh, and you can text me at that number, too. Messages, photos, whatever." He handed her his card. Chet Dipensky. It said on the card that he had some sort of contracting business.
"Thanks," she said. "I have to run, guys. I hope you enjoy the rest of your round."
"See you later . . . Kymberly," said Chet.
She turned away from the three men and scurried back through the pine tree stand, the mat of pine needles pricking her feet again.
She hurried back to the patio and the party. The light dimmed as night drew near. She was determined to make some headway networking and schmoozing potential clients even while she vowed to complete Robert's one remaining task. "Then I'll be done for the night," she thought.
When she returned to the concrete path she put her shoes back on. She touched her finger to her skin; despite the gathering coolness of the evening a thin film of sweat lay over her skin. She wondered if people would notice, and, if so, what they would think she had been doing. They wouldn't be able to guess what she had been doing, that much was certain.
Back on the steps to the patio, which still was buzzing with conversation and brimming over with people, she gathered herself and squared her shoulders and walked back into the party. Outdoor lamps were lighting up around her to offset the evening gloom.
"Kymberly!" an unwanted voice rose above the din of the party. It was Kristin, again, with her new toy Roger still in tow. Their relationship had progressed, Kymberly could see, because Kristin was in front pushing through the crowd and he was following her carrying both of their drinks.
"Where have you been?" Kristin asked, her eyes darting over Kymberly but lingering on her exposed arms and cheeks. "You have a healthy glow about you. Are you just enjoying the party or is it from something else?" Her voice was light but her face shined with predatory purpose.
"I had to run back to my room for something," Kymberly said, thinking quickly. "But I ran back. Don't want to miss the party." Kristin said nothing but didn't look convinced.
After an awkward moment of silence Kymberly turned away from Kristin and her new friend. She went looking for Samuel. She didn't find him, but over the next fifteen minutes she worked her way into three conversations, told a few jokes, and connected with five possible new customers.
She was on a roll. And it wasn't just because she was on her game at the party. Completing the last two tasks had left her feeling confident, even a little drunk with exhilaration. She knew Robert's third challenge would come soon, and, far from dreading it, she looked forward to it.
In the meantime, though, she had a job to do, so she circulated around the crowd, doing her best to win friends and influence people.
At last, her phone pinged again.
"Hello darling. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. Making lots of friends and doing business. And I learned something about a competitor."
"Sounds like you have been able to balance your work and my play with success," he texted. "I have just one more task for you. Are you ready?"
Kymberly had just removed herself from her last conversation. She had time to play again.
"Yes, I'm ready."
"Good. Then here is your last task. You will have 10 minutes to complete this one as well, starting from the moment I text the word GO. Here is your task: You must find a place somewhere on the hotel grounds, not in your room, and not in a bathroom or any other private room, and you must take off all your clothes and get naked, except your heels, and take a photo of yourself and send it to me. It can be outside, or inside the hotel, but if it's inside the hotel it must be in a public space. One other rule: it cannot be more than 200 feet from where other people are. So, you cannot run back in the dark onto the golf course and get naked. Finally, the photo must be a full body shot, so you will need to set it up at least ten feet from you and put it on a 10 second delay. GO."
Oh, Robert, she thought. How would she complete this task? His directions prevented her from choosing any of the places that she reasonably could expect to complete the task. Getting completely naked would be a lot riskier than taking an upskirt photo or pulling up her skirt for another person. She would be completely exposed and vulnerable for at least a few minutes while she removed her clothes and put them back on.
She surveyed the patio and its outdoor surroundings. People were everywhere, drinking, talking, spilling off the patio. There would be nowhere to get naked outside without going far away, and his instructions prevented her from doing that.
She turned the other way, toward the double doors of the hotel. There might be an out-of-the way corridor or alcove somewhere -- a place that was public, but not currently in use.
She saw Samuel out of the corner of her eye as she strode to the door. She knew she ought to have been schmoozing with him, but she was determined to see her husband's game through, regardless of the inconvenience. In the other direction, she Blaine, trying to catch her attention and moving slowly toward her through the crowd. She couldn't afford to let him catch her and slow her down, so she quickened her pace.
Once through the doors she headed left. The corridor was unfamiliar. She didn't know where it led, but she knew it led away from the party on the patio and away from the lobby. A sign on the wall to her left, adjacent to several large doors, read "Grand Ballroom." She pulled on one of the doors and it gave way. Inside lay a vast room with many tables covered and ready for dinner. It was where the main event was to take place. Hotel staff were setting the tables and sound crew were on the stage working on pieces of sound equipment. That room wouldn't do.
She walked further, and a small corridor opened on the right. She walked down it, looking for some empty, unused place that as near enough to other people to satisfy Robert's conditions. Kymberly found what looked like such a place -- a little alcove with a low table and a few chairs. No one was around. She stepped into it.
"8:00."
The clock was ticking. She didn't hear anyone or see anyone. Thinking this might be her only chance, she set her purse and phone on the ground and grabbed the hem of her red dress. She took a few deep breaths and prepared to pull it quickly up and off her.
Then she heard fast, heavy footsteps and voices, and three waiters walked by the corridor not 20 feet from her. She pulled the dress back down and took her hands off it before they saw her. She let out a fast puff of air.
That was close. People were coming and going along the corridor between the grand ballroom and elsewhere in the hotel, probably the kitchen. She couldn't undress there.
She left the alcove and hurried back to the corridor off which one entered the grand ballroom. Instead of returning along the corridor she hurried along the other way. She reached another set of doors, with the sign "Small Ballroom" next to them. Taking yet another deep breath, Kymberly pulled the door open as another ping announced the number "7:00" on her phone screen.
The door was open, but the room was only half lit, with a few overhead lights turned on but most of them off. The room was empty. Kymberly walked in.
This ballroom was like the other one, but a lot smaller. It was mostly empty. A few tables were scattered around, some with tablecloths spread over them, but they were not set for anything. A low stage perched at the far end of the room, and off to one side sat what looked like a portable bar about 10 feet long.
It was obvious that the room wasn't going to host any events that night. No one was in it, and there was no reason for anyone to enter it. But other people, walking the hallways and getting the other ballroom ready, were less than a hundred feet away. She had as good a chance of getting naked here and not getting discovered as anywhere else she could think of.
It would do. It would have to.
She walked deeper into the room, toward the tables and the bar and away from the doors.
"Where are you?" Robert texted.
"I'm in the small ballroom," she replied, still walking to the tables. She reached them and looked around, trying to figure out what was the best spot to take off her clothes.
The room was bare, and no part of it seemed to offer any more privacy than any other party.
"That should do perfectly," he replied. "Better get going."
"6:00."
She picked a spot on the side of a table opposite the doors, about twenty feet from the bar. Some of the tables were covered with linen cloths that extended most of the way to the ground, offering screen from the doors. She pulled a chair half way out and set her purse and phone on it. She remembered that Robert wanted her to keep her heels on. That left only the short dress and bra to remove.
Here goes nothing, she thought, and she pulled the dress off in a single grand sweep. She folded it once and set it on top of her purse on the chair. Then she reached behind her and unhooked the bra, and she tossed it atop the dress.
Kymberly now stood fully naked, save for her four-inch black leather heels, in a cavernous and half-lit ballroom. She was alone, but all the doors to the room were unlocked and could be opened at any time.
She wanted to work quickly and to get the task done so she could return to the patio. She picked the phone up from her chair and looked around for a good place to take the picture. She saw the bar. She could set the phone against its side, put it on time delay, and then sit naked 10 feet from the phone while her photo was taken. She'd be done in 30 seconds. This task wasn't going to be so hard, after all.
She walked to the bar and bent over, happy that her three tasks were nearly done and confident that this one would be completed in a minute.
Then she heard voices, and the heavy metallic sound of one of the doors being opened. Someone was coming in.
She had to hide, but where? She could run back to the table with her dress, but then she would be closer to the middle of the room, with almost no screen to hide her. And she might not even make it there. She could see light coming from outside the door as it opened.
She looked in the other direction, at the bar. It was set at a modest angle from the wall, with the end toward the doors closer to the wall than the end farther from them. If she rushed behind it she might not be seen.
She skittered, naked and on high heels, toward the bar, and ducked behind it just as voices announced two people coming through the door. Once behind the bar she ducked down under the bar top, put her back to the bar's inside edge, and tucked her legs closely to her chest to minimize the risk of being seen. Her breath sounded loud and fast to her, and she tried to stifle it without much success.
From her hiding spot behind the bar, Kymberly couldn't see the people who had entered the ball room. But she could hear them well. She heard two of them -- a man and a woman. They were giggling and talking in low, furtive voices. Suddenly the woman's voice burst out in laughter, and the man responded fast.
"Not so loud! We don't want anyone to hear us. Naughty girl."
"Oh, I'm a very naughty girl. You have no idea how naughty. But you'd like to find out, wouldn't you?"
Kymberly didn't recognize the man's voice at first, but she recognized the woman's. It was Kristin.
Shit, Kymberly swore quietly to herself. If Kristin finds me here my career is finished.
Fortunately for Kymberly, Kristin sounded focused on doing whatever it was she was doing with her boy toy Roger. She let out another loud laugh, this one almost a cackle.
At the same time Kymberly's phone pinged again.
"5:00."
"Damn," Kymberly swore to herself. It was just a soft tone, but in the cavernous ballroom, empty save for her vindictive arch-rival and her rival's paramour for the weekend, the ping sounded like the gong of a giant bell. She fingered the phone frantically to turn the volume off.
Kristin's laughter quieted down, and then Kymberly heard Kristin say words that made her skin grow cold.
"Did you hear something?" Kymberly heard Kristin say.
"No," Roger said. "I think you're just nervous being here with me. Don't worry. Nobody's going to come in. There's nothing scheduled here tonight. We have the ballroom to ourselves. Shall we dance?" He laughed lewdly.
Kymberly's heart beat fast. Only the flimsy façade of the makeshift bar hid her from Kristin's eyes. She wondered what Kristin was doing, where she was standing, what she was looking at.
Kymberly turned around very quietly. She didn't dare peak out from the side of the bar for fear of being seen, but maybe there was some other way to see what Kristin was doing. She saw a crack in the façade of the bar. It was no more than a quarter-inch wide, but it was enough to see through.
Kristin and Roger were standing in the middle of the room, about 20 feet away from and on the opposite side of the table at which Kymberly had left her dress and bra. Her clothes! If Kristin spotted Kymberly's clothes at the table, she'd know that Kymberly was in the room, she'd know that Kymberly was naked, and she'd find her, no doubt, within a minute.
Now, Kristin was standing up, Roger's arms around her and sweeping over her body. One of his hands was cupping Kristin's breast. His attention, and lips, were focused on Kristin's neck and cleavage. Kristin held her arms lightly around Roger, but her attention was on the room, not on Roger. She was scanning it, slowly, evidently still trying to find out if she really had heard something, and, if so, what the source of the noise had been.
"Roger, I don't know, I think I heard something," she said.
"It's your imagination, Kristin," Roger said. "You just don't want to get caught. You won't. Nobody's coming."
Kristin looked unsure. She pushed against Roger and disentangled herself from his embrace. She stepped away from him, now just a few paces away from the table where Kymberly had left her clothes. Through the crack Kymberly could see a part of the vivid red dress on the chair. Kristin couldn't see it, being on the opposite side of the table, but she was no more than 15 feet away from proof of Kymberly's nudity. Kymberly hardly could bear the tension.
"4:00."
No ping sounded this time, just a vibration, because Kymberly had turned off the volume. But it still buzzed, and though quieter than the tone before it still sounded unbearably noisy in the still, empty ballroom. Kymberly saw Kristin scrunch her eyes, as though she might have heard something but wasn't sure if she had. Kristin's eyes scanned the room while Roger reached out and tried to distract her with his hands. Kymberly saw Kristin's eyes sweep over, and then stop and focus on, the bar, and Kymberly pulled her face back from the crack a few inches for fear Kristin could see Kymberly. Kymberly held her breath. Then Kristin looked away. Kymberly pressed her eye closer to the crack again. She became aware, suddenly, of how cool the air in the room was. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, and she trembled slightly as she spied on her rival's actions.
"Baby, come over here," Roger said. He walked to the opposite side of the table at which Kymberly's clothes lay, and he pulled a chair out and sat down. He beckoned to Kristin.
"Give daddy a lap dance," he said.
Kristin stopped searching the room and smiled and swayed as she walked toward him. She turned around and sat down in his lap, her back to him. Roger reached around and cupped and kneaded Kristin's pert breasts.
"You're not my daddy," she said. "You're just a bad little boy. What would your wife say about what you're doing, you bad boy?"
"Probably the same thing your husband would say," he said. "Let's not think about them. Let's think about the way my hands feel on your tits. And the way your ass feels on my lap."
Kristin started grinding on his lap. "Mmmmmm. I like the way this feels. And I think I feel something else against my ass, something getting bigger and harder."
Oh, God, Kymberly thought. It was bad enough that she had to cower behind the bar, the seconds ticking away to the deadline for her to complete her task, in fear of being caught naked by her rival. It was even worse to have to watch Kristin cheating on her husband with Roger. Kymberly had heard stories about Kristin's willingness to use sex to promote her career, but she'd never seen evidence of it until now. Kymberly, herself, had never cheated on Robert, though she did show herself off a lot, usually with Robert's approval.
"3:00."
She was running out of time. Kristin and Roger were grinding away on the chair, their hands all over each other, and they weren't going anywhere. Kymberly would have to take a chance and take the photo somehow with them in the room, or time would run out and she would fail at the task.
Kristin or no Kristin, she wasn't going to let that happen.
She would wait just a little bit longer, hoping Kristin and Roger would leave before time ran out. It didn't seem likely, because Kristin had turned around in the chair and was now straddling Roger and devouring his face with her lips.
As crazy and risky as the situation was for Kymberly, it aroused her. Suspecting something, she reached a hand down and touched herself between her legs. Sure enough, her lips were fuller and wetter than before -- wet enough that she felt a trace of moisture coating the bare skin surrounding her pussy. She ran a single finger up from below her pussy, through the damp folds to the erect nub of her clitoris, which she began circling slowly with her fingertip. Her body convulsed suddenly at the slight touch, and she had to stifle a gasp. She had to stop, she realized, or Kristin would hear her and find her. Though her body craved more, she stopped and waited.
"2:00."
She stared intently through the crack. Roger and Kristin were going at it, bodies mashed and writhing together on the chair. Their sounds of their moaning and lips smacking filled the otherwise quiet room.
They were just loud enough that Kymberly decided she could take a chance. She had to, or time would run out.
She took her phone, and flipped the screen to the camera settings. Then she set it on a 10-second timer.
Now the question was: where and how to take the photo? She couldn't set the flash, or Kristin and Roger undoubtedly would see it. But that meant the photo likely would be dim. Robert hadn't insisted on a high-quality shot, just a full-body one, so she could fulfill the task with a grainy, poor-resolution photo. But the room already was poorly lit, and under the bar it was so dark that the picture might not come out at all. The only way to take the photo was to set the phone against the back of the bar and to scoot out from under the bar and sit against the wall, where her body would be lit dimly by a few overhead lights.
"1:00." She could wait no longer.
With the phone camera on its 10-second delay, Kymberly pushed the button to take the photo. She turned the phone around and set it against the back of the bar. Then she crawled on all fours, as quickly but as quietly as she could, to the wall. When she got there, she flipped around, her butt on the thin carpet and back against the cool plaster. From this angle and position, she was seated about nine feet from the phone, she guessed, and the bar wholly obscured Kristin and Roger, meaning they couldn't see her. She scooted a bit to the left, estimating where she would have to sit to be at just the right spot within the camera's view. She would only have one chance to get it right.
As the ten seconds were about to run out, Kymberly opened her legs, her fingers clasping the heels of her black shoes. It was a lewd and inviting position, and Robert would like it. She smiled, and then she heard the click of the photo being taken. It was quiet, and she hoped it was quiet enough that Kristin wouldn't hear it over the sounds of her making out with Roger. Kymberly quietly scurried back on all fours to the cover of the bar and eyed Kristin and Roger through the crack in the wall of the bar.
"Roger," Kristin said as she pulled back from him. "I thought I heard something again."
Shit, Kymberly thought. She had no time to worry about it. She had to send the photo to Robert. She looked at the photo; it wasn't great, but it was better than she expected. She was fully nude, open and on display, and her body lay fully within the frame of the photo. With a few quick movements of her fingers she texted the photo to her waiting husband as time ran out.
Then she looked back through the crack. Kristin was staring directly at the bar. Kymberly held her breath again and didn't move. She didn't think Kristin could see her -- yet -- but all her attention was focused in Kymberly's direction.
Kristin stood up off Roger's lap.
"Roger, I've got a funny feeling . . . "
"Kristin, you're hearing things. There's no one here. My lap is missing you."
Kristin walked, tentatively and slowly, away from Roger and toward the bar. She was to the side of the table now, and if she took two more big steps and turned to her left she would see Kymberly's dress on the chair.
Kymberly, still holding her breath, braced for the inevitable. Kristin would find her, and she would ruin her. She wouldn't put it past her to grab the dress and leave her, naked, with no option but to walk through the crowded halls of the hotel with no clothes on.
Kristin's slow walk to the bar was interrupted when a metallic clunk sounded on the other side of the room. One of the doors was being opened.
"Kristin!" Roger hissed at her. "Somebody's coming. Come on!"
Kristin turned toward the door, toward the source of the noise. Roger stood up. Both of them walked away from Kymberly, but they separated themselves, to do whatever they could to avoid the appearance of doing anything inappropriate. But the door didn't open. Whoever had started to open it had changed his mind.
Through the crack Kymberly saw Kristin and Roger look at each other and sigh with relief together.
"Roger, we better get out of here and back to the event," Kristin said. "Dinner will start before long."
"You're right," he said. "How about a rain check on that lap dance?"
"Only if you're a good boy."
"I thought you liked bad boys?" he asked.
"I like boys who are good at being bad," she said.
Kymberly saw the two of them walk back to the doors. Roger peered out of one of them, looked both ways, and that nodded at Kristin. Then they both left the room.
Kymberly slumped with relief behind the bar and began breathing normally again. That had been close.
She looked down at her phone. Robert had left a message, and with her focus on Kristin she hadn't even seen it when it had come in.
There were two texts from him.
"11 seconds to spare. You did it. Great photo. A bit blurry but I like the pose."
The second text had been sent one minute later:
"Hello?"
"I almost got caught thanks to your game," Kymberly texted Robert. "Couldn't reply. Will tell you about it later."
Kymberly staggered out from behind the bar. She felt spent. Her body shook with nervous exhaustion. To play Robert's game, she had put her career on the line. She'd risked everything for a few brief minutes of kinky pleasure.
But she enjoyed it as well. She felt alive, and her bare skin tingled with pleasure at the incongruity of her nudity alone in the vast, empty room. She braced herself against the chair holding her dress and bra, and she paused before putting them. She still was aroused, despite -- or maybe because of -- her near exposure. She put her hands between her legs, and her sex had grown wetter than before. She felt a rivulet of moisture beginning to trail down the skin of her inner thigh. Kymberly's arousal was growing. And she became aware that with all the games so far that day she'd gotten no relief.
She moved two fingers up and down between her legs over her bare, moist slit. In her state of arousal, she thought it would take no more than a few minutes to make herself come like that. Then she could go back to the party.
Robert texted again.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm wet. I thought I would give myself some relief after all the excitement.," she texted.
"Don't do that," he texted back. "It's not time. You need to move on to the party in a state of excitement. You cannot give yourself pleasure. Not yet. You need to get dressed now and get back to the party."
"Robert, you are driving me crazy," she texted him.
"But only in the best way, dear," he texted back.
"Are we done for the evening?" she texted.
"Oh no. Remember, you still haven't opened what's in your purse."
Shit, Kymberly thought. He was right. She had forgotten that her purse contained a mystery item she hadn't opened yet. Robert wanted her to take it with her to the convention dinner and speech that evening. There were more games to come.
She put the bra and dress on quickly and picked up her purse.
She opened the door gingerly. She saw people down the hallway, near the doors of the other ballroom, but she thought they were far enough away that they wouldn't see her if she entered the hallway quickly and quietly.
Kymberly left the small ballroom, dressed and ready for the evening's events. She strode down the hallway toward the crowd of people, smiling at having accomplished all of Robert's tasks.
She knew there was more fun to come. |
Fox Hunt Ch. 02 | 26,139 | 4.53 | 585,311 | [
"superheroine",
"lesbian",
"comics",
"bondage",
"domination",
"captured"
] | **Chapter 2: The American Dream**
**Questions, Comments & Suggestions welcome.**
The restraints creaked and groaned as the voluptuous young blonde writhed against their oppression, her skin reddened and bloody from the effort. Butterscotch Fox lay naked on a reclining metal chair, bound at the wrists, ankles and neck by Diamentium cuffs. One arm was hooked up to an IV drip, replenishing her as a two hoses suckled at her breasts, draining her precious milk. The days had blurred together, but with a large countdown clock on the wall, Butter could easily keep track of the hours. She was nearing the end of another eight-hour session, with only minutes before her release - and not a moment too soon. Sessions with the milk extractor were arduous and humiliating, but throughout the tortuous hours, one thought sustained her sanity; that of her sister Regan's safety.
The blonde Fox steeled herself with recollections of their childhood, and images of her sibling flooded her mind. Butter was Regan's elder, but not by much. She reminisced about that round-faced little girl with the red hair and freckles, her blue eyes peering out from behind glasses. Butter had always looked out for her little sister, and now she was prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice for her sake.
Butter's reminiscing was cut short as she heard the slight "whoosh" of the sliding door, followed by the click of Gucci boots on the steel floor announcing the arrival of Dr. Vanessa Payne.
"And how are we today, my dear?" the evil genius cooed from the shadows. Vanessa emerged from the darkness with one hand in her jacket pocket, hips swaying fluidly. She wore her usual black pantsuit and latex rubber arm gloves, and her brunette curls dangled around her shoulders. "Nearly hit our quota for the day?"
A vein throbbed on Butter's forehead as she clenched her jaw- clenched so tightly she thought her teeth would break. "I can...take anything you...can dish out, Vanessa" the heroine grimaced, "But...my milk....why so much of it?"
Vanessa's thin red lips curled up into a smirk as she knelt down beside the metal chair so that she and her captive now sat face to face. "I've got big plans, Butter" said the villainess, "when I take on the Institute, I'm going to need muscle. With your bio-matter I've collected, I can clone all the muscle I need! Imagine- ButterClones filling up the front line...!"
Butter's eyes widened as she gasped "Cannon fodder!"
"Exactly!" grinned Vanessa. "And what's more...when we're in control, those Clones are going to ruin your good name! Imagine the outrage when the great Butterscotch Fox steals, kills, and terrorises- hell, we might just get a photo of you going down on Osama Bin Laden!"
With her legacy threatened, Butter's mind raced and she stammered for the words "Why?" she pleaded "what could you possibly gain?"
"I'll be doing this world a favour!" snarled Vanessa, "No little girl is going to grow up with you for a role model! You're an embarrassment to the Institute and to my work! You-"
A loud tone rang out, breaking Vanessa off mid-sentence. The timer on the wall had reached zero, and Butter's shift on the milk extractor had ended for another day, the machine already winding down to a halt. Relieved, Butter released the tension in her body and slumped her head back in the chair. Sore, exhausted and short of breath, her mouth curled up into a weak smile.
"Saved by the bell" managed the heroine, "Looks like you missed the show."
With a wicked grin, Vanessa's eyes lit up and she reached into her jacket pocket, removing a small device. "Did I?" she giggled, "Don't be so sure, princess..." with a click of a button, the timer on the wall reset to its starting point of eight hours. It only took moments for the horrible realization to dawn on Butter.
"NO!" the busty heroine shrieked in despair, "You wouldn't...I'm just...I was *FINISHED*!"
The sadistic Brit could not suppress the toothy grin spreading up her beautiful face as she gleefully snatched Butter's hope away from her.
"Oh come on, Butter..." the doctor chided, "Those aren't *the rules*. If *you* don't want to participate, I can think of a little *redhead* who I can play with..."
"NO!" cried Butter as Vanessa stood up to leave. "I'll do what you want! I'll be good!"
"Well that's not good enough anymore...now you have to *ask* me!"
"What?!"
"Now you have to *ask me* to pump your fat tits!"
Butter's eyes filled with shame and her lip quivered as she forced herself to ask for the unbearable. "Please..." she eked, "Please turn the machine back on."
"I don't know" the doctor said doubtfully, "I don't think you really mean that..."
"I mean it! *Please* turn it on!"
"I don't know..."
"*Do it*!"
"I'm not sure...are you sure *Regan* wouldn't rather-?"
"*Pump my fucking tits!!!*" screamed the golden-haired Amazon.
"All right! All right!" conceded Vanessa, a smile splitting her face, "You don't have to *yell!*"
With the touch of a button, the milk extractor began humming back to life, and the timer resumed counting down for another eight hour term. Butter's entire body clenched as the pain returned to her breasts, and tears of despair began to well up in her green eyes. Vanessa knew just which emotions to manipulate and had played Butter like a violin. Her body quivering from exhaustion, she pled one last time to the sadistic Englishwoman.
"Why?!" Sobbed the heroine "Why me?! What have I done to deserve this?!"
Her eyes pouring over Butter's agony, Vanessa slid her gloved hand along the edge of her lapel, allowing one latex finger to glide its way down her cleavage. She tingled at the cool, rubbery digit as it traced its way across her milky skin before remembering herself. "You'll have to take that up with my employer" she said matter-of-factly. Smoothing out her clothing, Vanessa turned and strode into the shadows.
With the swish sound of the sliding door, Butter turned her head towards the darkness to see Vanessa step out of a hatch, and into a lit hallway. In the hallway, Butter could just make out a figure waiting to meet the doctor. Clad in a red hooded cloak, their features were obscured. One thing was clear however; Butter could tell that the figure was staring right at her. With another swish the door slid shut, and Butterscotch Fox was alone in the darkness with only her memories to comfort her.
\+++++++++++++++++++++++++
The light poured into the darkened room as the cell door slid open. The sudden illumination stabbed at the young woman's eyes, having adjusted to the darkness over several hours, and American Fox grimaced, unable to bring her hands to her face. The manacles which bound the heroine's hands behind her back clinked as she twisted in her seat, pointing her head towards the open door. Her black locks tumbled over her face and down onto her naked breasts as her slumping head peered up to behold a pale, petite, elven-faced young woman dressed all in black standing in the doorway.
Tall, heavy boots clomped on the steel flooring as Ebon Fox, the Evil Foxes' resident psychic strode into American Fox's holding cell. The young goth's hips pivoted to one side as her head tilted likewise, her one arm holding the other behind her back as she struck an innocent-little-girl pose. "Hi" came the words out of thin black lips, her tongue playing with the two snake-bite piercings within her mouth, "I hope you're feeling better".
"Better?!" scoffed the shackled heroine, "You forced my teammate to *knock me cold*, you little mind-witch! When I get my hands on you I'll--" The words became trapped in the Princess's throat as her entire body suddenly seized up. She could feel an invisible spike jammed into her mind like the world's worst brain freeze. Her eyes clenched as she hung her head back and managed only the tiniest squeak from her gaping mouth.
The Goth villainess brought one pale finger to American Fox's pillow lips as she shushed her captive. "None of that" she purred, "there's no need to be rude. Soon we'll be the best of friends..."
"You're insane!" American Fox shot back, "You're a sad, sick little girl- and if you've deluded yourself into believing that I'm going to make nice and-"
"But Deborah" Ebon cooed, using the heroine's true name, "We've known each other for so long...shared so much!" The dark young woman slinked closer to her bound prey and sank down to sit in American Fox's lap. "Why, don't you remember...?" she asked, bringing her fingers up to the heroine's temple, "I was your *first...*"
American Fox could feel Ebon's fingers creeping into her mind as she said the words. Her body tensed as she could feel the image of black lips and dark eyes creep into her memory. Her hands clenched into fists as began to pull on the chain which bound her hands. Images grew more vivid as American Fox began to remember the smell of Ebon's hair, the softness of her skin, the cool grass on her back as she tasted Ebon's mouth for the first time.
Refusing to accept the memory that Ebon had written for her, American Fox cried out as the chain of her manacles snapped. Her hands now free, she grabbed the psychic villainess by the arms and shoved her away with all her strength, sending Ebon crashing into the steel wall behind her before sliding down to the floor. Realizing that this may be her only chance at escape, American Fox dashed out the open door of her cell and ran. Having no idea where the corridor would lead her, she simply ran for dear life until she reached a metal hatch at the end of the hallway. Her survival instinct driving her onward, the heroine flung open the hatch and hurled herself through in one quick motion. Emerging from the hatch, she escaped the corridor...
...only to tumble into a pile of trash cans. Befuddled and face down in garbage, American Fox scanned her surroundings to find herself in an alleyway. Attempting to pick herself up, her body groaned painfully and her muscles trembled. She was back in her star-spangled uniform, but it was in tatters, as if just emerging from battle.
"Wh-what happened?" The heroine wondered aloud. She could smell something burning, and looking up, she could see black smoke pouring into the sky. "Wait..." she started "I-I think I remember..." closing her eyes, she listened to the sounds in the distance. Sirens echoed throughout the afternoon air, and emergency workers shouted directions over a megaphone. "Of course..." stammered the exasperated Fox, "The Keelix attack! I was thrown blocks away by the blast, but we stopped it!" American Fox exhaled deeply as she reassured herself. The blast must have knocked her for quite a loop. Her ordeal with the evil Foxes was nothing more than a trauma-induced hallucination.
Remembering herself now, American Fox held her broken ribs as she staggered haphazardly to her feet. Leaning on a dumpster for support, the heroine panted as she tried to collect her thoughts. She was greatly weakened from the ferocious battle and needed medical attention. Her head was swimming as she tried to think of how to signal her teammates when the sound of shuffling debris roused her.
"Well lookie what we got here..." a gruff voice croaked. Lifting her throbbing head, American Fox beheld a half dozen men- civilians- making their way down the alleyway.
"You...you need to evacuate" grunted the heroine, "...this area is still..."
"Well we were about to" interrupted the civilian dressed in a mechanic's uniform, "but when we saw you layin' there all defenceless, we couldn't just walk away..."
"That's very considerate" American Fox said, dismissively, "But I can take care of mys-"
"Oh we wouldn't hear of it" the mechanic interjected, taking hold of American Fox's arm, "I think it's *us* that's gonna take care of *you*..."
Sensing the gang's insincerity, American Fox decided that these men needed to be set straight. "I think it's time you moved along" the heroine declared as she placed a hand on the mechanic's chest. To her alarm, she found that pushing him away was not the simple task it normally would, for in her weakened condition her arms felt like lead, and her whole body trembled at the exertion. The near-death battle with the Keelix had left her greatly depleted, and these men knew it.
The grimace on the heroine's face elicited a smirk on the mechanic, as he grasped the hand on his own chest and pulled it away with little effort. With little warning, two men, frat boys, each grabbed one of American Fox's arms and dragged her down to the back wall of the alley.
"Now," said the mechanic, "we're gonna have us some *fun*!"
"No!" cried the heroine, meekly twisting in the men's grasp, "How could you?! After I just...I *saved* you! All of you! I risked my *life* to-"but her words were abruptly cut off as the mechanic reached up and pulled the top of her uniform down- revealing her magnificent tits for all to see. Licking his lips at the sight of her, he then quickly backhanded the captive heroine, sending her head whipping back. The two frat boys followed up in the assault by forcing American Fox down to her knees.
"Yeah, *you did*..." snickered the mechanic as he reached down and unzipped his fly, "and now we're gonna thank you for it..."
Gripped by terror, American Fox shouted her protestations and shook her head, trying desperately to slip free of her captors iron grasp. With the last of her strength, she flailed back and landed...
...On a soft mattress. Alarmed by the abrupt change in venue, her eyes darted around the room to find that she was in a hospital of some sort. Attempting to leap to her feet, she suddenly jerked to a halt, and found that she was bound to her bed with straps at the wrists and ankles. Despite considerable effort, American Fox could not break her bonds- which was curious, as they were plain simple leather. Spying her own reflection in the window, she discovered that she was now dressed in baby blue pyjamas, and her hair was cut short in a pixie 'do.
"Welcome back." came a melodic voice from a corner of the room. Startled, American Fox whipped her head around to behold a woman that had not seemed to be there a moment ago. She was dressed in a nurse's uniform, plain white, yet somewhat form-fitting. Dark, auburn hair was pulled back into a bun that rested neatly under her white hat. "And how are we feeling this morning?" she chimed.
"Where am I?" demanded the heroine, "What is this place?"
"You're back in your room" answered the nurse, "You had yourself another episode."
"Episode?" American Fox scoffed "What are you talking about? Who *are* you?!"
A look of disappointment spread over the nurse's face as she silently tut-tutted. "*Come on* now, Deborah. You need to stop *doing* this... it's me- *Drew.*"
"Drew?" repeated the heroine, perplexed "What is going on? One minute I was in a cell with Ebon Fox, and the next-"
"Oh *god,* Deborah..." chided Drew, throwing her hands up in frustration, "I thought we were *past* this! Look, I know you've had some terrible things happen in your life, but you can't keep escaping into this fantasy of yours. It's not healthy!"
"Fantasy!" blurted American Fox in disbelief, "This isn't- "but she was cut off as the door behind Drew swung open. In stepped a middle-aged man with thinning hair wearing a white coat- a doctor. He adjusted the glasses on his face as he perused the charts on his clipboard.
"Deborah" he said, not looking up from his notes, "How are we doing today?"
"I'm afraid we've had another episode today" chimed Drew, "this superhero fantasy of hers is persisting."
The doctor pursed his lips as he considered this. "Well, being raised in the environment she was, she would have had to develop a *very* strong coping mechanism."
"I'm not imagining things!" snapped American Fox, "Don't treat me like some sort of psycho!"
"Deborah," the doctor hushed, "nobody called you a 'psycho'! But when someone is bombarded with the kind of trauma that-"
"*I know who I am*!" shrieked the heroine as she twisted in her restraints, "I'm *American Fox*! One of the most decorated members of the Institute!"
"Oh my, oh my" frowned the doctor, "And I thought we were making progress- but the harder we try to bring her back to reality, the greater the relapse. I'm afraid she's simply becoming more agitated. Nurse, Would you see to her...?"
"I'll sedate her and see that she gets some rest, doctor" Drew said with a nod. And with that, the doctor stepped back into the hall, and Drew closed and locked the door behind him. Opening a leather bag on the dresser, Drew pulled out a few items including a small vial and a syringe- the sight of which caused American Fox to tense up. Sticking the needle into the vial, Drew filled the instrument with the medication, collected her things, and came around to sit on the side of the hospital bed.
"Don't- don't you dare!" the heroine's voice trembled as the nurse reached for her arm with cotton ball in hand. Taking hold of her, Drew swabbed her patient's arm with alcohol, and retrieved the syringe. "NO! Nonononono PLEASE! I don't want-"and then a squeak escaped from the heroine's lips as the needle pierced the skin and chemicals spewed into heroine's veins.
A weak and heavy feeling quickly traveled through her body and her struggling slowly crept to a stop as American Fox whimpered through laboured breath. After a few moments, her eyes darted around the room and she anxiously inquired; "What's wrong? Why aren't I falling asleep?"
With a warm smile, Drew reached up with both hands, and unfixed her bun while removing her nurse's hat, allowing her locks to freely tumble down, running her fingers through them to straighten her shining auburn hair. "Nothing's wrong, Honey. What I gave you wasn't a sedative- it was a muscle relaxant."
American Fox's eyes widened at the revelation. "W-why...?"
"Because" grinned the nurse as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her white uniform "It makes this part *so* much easier..." Slipping her hands down her neckline, Drew pulled apart her collar to reveal her cleavage supported by a red lace bra. Looking down, Drew admired herself for a moment before her eyes rolled upwards to settle hungrily on her patient. Her hands drifting over the heroine's pyjamas, they settled at her neckline and began to slowly undo the buttons.
Realizing her situation, American Fox's anxiety gave way to panic. "Stop!" she cried "Stop this! Y-you took an oath!" Despite her outrage the heroine did not budge, as the muscle relaxant ensured that her body remained deaf to her mind's appeal.
Her round face still beaming with self-satisfaction, Drew swept open her patient's now-open top, admiring Deborah's slim figure and bountiful bosom while her hands groped and caressed the prone body before her.
"Stop it!" cried American Fox with increasing volume, "Stop! Help! Doctor- HELP!"
Chuckling at the effort, Drew leaned over to cuddle Deborah's inert body, swinging her inside leg over Deborah's- resting her womanhood on her patient's thigh. "You're forgetting, Debbie- when you have a fit, you get 'time out' in the isolation room. No one can hear you through the soundproofing. And besides," the nurse continued as she nuzzled into her patient, bringing her full lips within inches of Deborah's ear, "when this is all over, you'll just escape into your fucked-up fantasy world like nothing ever happened. I'm *so* glad you came back to me, you crazy little bitch..."
"No...this isn't happening..." the captive Fox whimpered as Drew's mouth sucked on her earlobe, "This isn't real! *No!*" Despite the heroine's protest her body remained as still as the dead, for while a muscle relaxant paralyzes its recipient, it does nothing to impair the sense of touch. Thus, American Fox lay defenceless as she felt every grope, every kiss, every lick- even as she felt the warmth of Drew's hand slide down her soft abdomen, further down, slipping under her waistband and disappearing into her panties.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" howled the super heroine as her panic exploded into despair. Clenching her entire face, she closed her eyes as she attempted to escape the horrible situation she found herself in. Then with a sudden jolt, she found herself sitting up...
...in a heavy oak chair. Bewildered, American Fox quickly discovered that her body was once again under her control, although her feet were bound to the chair at the ankles, and her hands were fastened behind the back of the chair. Looking around, she scanned the dimly lit room she now found herself in. Candles flickered on ancient stone walls and chains clinked as they hung from the ceiling. Only five feet in front of her, American Fox beheld a chalkboard not unlike that in a school. On the chalkboard were written the lines;
*I must obey the mistress*
*I want to please the mistress*
Recognizing the lines immediately, the heroine's heart sank and her breath quickened.
"No..." she whispered "Not here...not this! *NOT THIS!"*
A chuckle rang out from behind the distressed Fox, and the heroine's head whipped around to determine its origin. To her despair, she found exactly who she expected. A tall, blonde woman stood in the corner dressed in an S.S. jacket and short skirt. Stood with perfect posture upon the spiked heels of her jack-boots and adjusted the fit of her black leather gloves. Her golden hair pulled tightly back into a bun that rested under her black leather cap.
"You dozed off for a moment there" purred the Aryan woman "I think you left us for a minute... but no worries, fraulein- I have you back now"
American Fox's entire body seized up as sheer terror gripped her.
"M-M-*Madam Axis*!" she shrieked. American Fox knew this woman, and she knew this place. She could remember every grimy detail of every agonizing day, no matter how hard she tried to forget. The fiend before her was Madam Axis. A villainess from another reality, Madam Axis was a life-draining succubus who, in a different world, was recruited by the 4<sup>th</sup> Reich. A born sadist, she took pleasure in the suffering of others and enjoyed soiling beautiful things.
This room, this dungeon was a product of American Fox's memory. In one of the most harrowing experiences of her life, the star-spangled heroine was bested in combat by the German villainess and held captive for many weeks. During that time, she suffered unspeakable cruelties at the Madam's hands- an ordeal she refuses to discuss to this day. After what seemed like an eternity, the heroic Fox was finally rescued, but her tormentor managed an unlikely escape- and was never apprehended.
"How do you feel to be back with me?" Madam Axis purred.
"I am v-very happy" American Fox carefully replied, slipping seamlessly into old habits.
"As am I" said the madam as she sashayed her way behind the heroine, placing her gloved hands firmly on her captive's bare shoulders, "for whatever would I do without my favourite plaything?" The Aryan succubus grinned with tremendous satisfaction while her fingers probed her prisoner's ears, her neck, and the corners of her face. "Aren't you eager to return to your lessons?" the madam inquired.
"Y-yes, Mistress" the young Fox eked.
"As am I. But first we must replenish ourselves with a small morsel. Will you not give of yourself?"
American Fox choked back tears as she replied. "Yes" she lied, "I am honoured to surrender myself. My body serves you, as does my will. My life is worthless until it is of use to you. Take me and give me the gift of purpose." Her voice quivered as she spoke words that were not her own, yet continued, knowing full well the consequence of disobedience.
"Although you are not worthy, I am generous, and receive you."
The pain came instantly and unmercifully as American Fox's gorgeous body seized up and her head leaned back with mouth agape- not a sound emerging. The heroine was overcome by an all-too-familiar sensation of energy being siphoned out of her being. Every inch of her tingled as a rapid pulse traveled up her appendages, up her entire body to the contact point with the Madam's hands. The heroine winced as an icy chill came over her as her very life essence was draining out of her to be consumed. Even more terrible than the tremendous pain was the violation as this madwoman hollowed her out. She could feel a little piece of herself leaving with every throb moving up her body, never to return.
A sharp cry escaped her lips as the Madam ceased feeding on her prisoner, having drank her fill. Beaming, she bent over to wrap her arms around her prey, her hands caressing American Fox's clavicle, feeling every inch of her plaything. Her red lips pecking the heroine's neck, she nuzzled into her and whispered in her ear;
"*I'm so glad you're back...*"
American Fox's head lolled wearily backwards as she meekly called out into the darkness;
"No...No, not this..." she sobbed "*Anything* but this...please...Ebon- stop it! *EBON*!!!
With every fibre of her being screaming for escape, American Fox tried desperately to stand up from her confinement, and the torment of Madam Axis. Then, almost in response, she could feel some strange momentum carrying her forward until she suddenly jolted through...
...A white gilded door. American Fox now found herself in an exquisite hotel room with a brilliant four-post canopied bed. She found that she was now dressed in a red silk gown with her hair done up. Surveying her surroundings she found a tall set of glass doors that led to a large balcony overlooking the glittering lights of the Paris skyline, the Eiffel Tower in plain view. There on the balcony, stood a petite woman with caramel-coloured hair styled in a wavy bob admiring the view. Dressed in a green satin dress, she turned to face the star-spangled heroine, revealing the elven face of Ebon Fox.
"Welcome home, Deborah" chimed the villainess, "I hope this is more to your liking..."
"You!" growled the heroine through gritted teeth "What have you done to me? What *is* this place?!"
Ebon's eyes smiled brightly at American Fox as her ruby lips followed suit, and she gracefully strode inside, picking up two champagne flutes from a table as she walked.
"*Paris*, obviously" cooed Ebon coming to a halt just feet from her victim, "I've tried to make you as comfortable as possible."
"*COMFORTABLE?!?*" shrieked American Fox, "You just put me through a night of *horror*!"
"A little pain must be expected when breaking a new Philly. You see, princess- I've presented you with three different scenarios- one pure memory, one altered memory, and one fabrication. It's a method designed to weaken your grip on reality. In time, you'll reject them all and select a new one."
"A new one? What could you possibly-"
A short gasp passed American Fox's lips as she covered her mouth in horror. She grasped Ebon's meaning as she connected the dots in her mind; She and Ebon, in a romantic Paris suite in elegant dress, drinking champagne by candlelight.
"Yes" giggled Ebon as a toothy grin crawled across her face, "In this illusion, you have only four options. You'll cycle through the previous three until you can't stand it anymore. Rather than endure any more, you'll ultimately choose *me*."
Eyes as wide as dinner plates, American Fox shook her head as she slowly backed away from the villainous telepath. "No..." she whispered before whipping around and running full steam for the door, "NO!" as she burst through the entrance of the hotel suite into the dirty alleyway swarming with would-be rapists. Horrified, the heroine bolted for the door on the opposite wall of the alley and pushed her way through only to be stopped by the waiting arms of two large orderlies in the psychiatric ward, Nurse Drew eagerly filling a syringe only steps in front of her. Ripping herself from the orderlies' grip, American Fox shoved her way through a nearby exit and slammed into the iron bars of her dungeon cell. The chilling sound of stiletto heels on stone floor chilled her as she beheld Madam Axis advancing on her, a riding crop in her hands. Terror-stricken, American Fox fled deeper into her cell and barged through the iron door at its entrance, only to find herself back in Ebon's Paris suite, the evil psychic standing in the exact spot at left sight, still with two champagne glasses in hand.
"Why fight it?" purred Ebon Fox, "It's inevitable."
Panicked and hyperventilating, American Fox re-exited the suite in the desperate hope that with each new door, she would find the way out of this nightmare. To her despair, she found each leg of the journey to be the same in perpetuity. Alley, Psych Ward, Dungeon, Paris. Alley, Psych Ward, Dungeon, Paris. Alley, Psych Ward, Dungeon, Paris. Time slipped away as American Fox lost count of how many doors she ran through. Regardless of setting, constant was the terror of being lost in Ebon's twisted funhouse.
Hysterically, American Fox finally burst through the gilded doors of the Paris suite and sank to her hands and knees, her chest heaving, tears running down her face, and the stark futility of her situation finally breaking her resolve. Her slender fingers balling into fists on the Persian rug, she began to gently weep.
"There there" came the bubbly voice as a pair of designer pumps stepped into the heroine's view in front of her, "No more of that. It'll be okay- I promise." Pale fingers slipped around the young Fox's and took her by the hands, pulling her up to her feet. There she stood, trembling, her head bowed and eyes down, still affixed to the carpet. "No, no" came Ebon's voice as she took American Fox's face in her hands, bringing the heroine's face in view of her own "There's nothing to be afraid of anymore- I've got you. Nothing will get you here..."
Taking the heroine's hand in her own, Ebon led American Fox to the balcony, the cool night air sending goose bumps over American's skin. Her mind racing, American Fox look out at the Paris skyline, finding any excuse not to address Ebon. The villainess however would not be ignored, and playfully tugged her captive over to the balustrade, pushing herself up to sit on the cool marble with her back to the city of lights. Satisfied with having the entirety of American Fox's attention, Ebon's legs opened as her feet playfully slid up and down the heroine's hips.
"Now Deborah," cooed the villainess as she clutched the heroine's hands in her own "this is so much better than being out there isn't it?" Her Doe-eyes gazing at her patriotic playmate, Ebon pulled American Fox closer so that her knees were on either side of American's waist. "We can be happy here- *together*..." Pale arms floated up American Fox's body to rest upon her shoulders with little hands clasped behind her head. Their faces mere inches apart, Ebon leaned in to rest her brow upon American's as their bosoms pressed against one another. "*I like you...*" whispered Ebon before bringing the Heroine's mouth to hers.
American Fox's hands gripped the marble balustrade as Ebon's tongue played with hers. Her muscles clenched with revulsion as her other parts quivered with delight. The heroine's every instinct ordered her to retreat, but her body was intoxicated by the taste, the smell, the *feel* of her captor and would not obey. *Of course not,* she thought, *her power has ensorcelled my mind, and my body along with it*. Her hands crept up Ebon's body with the intent of pusher herself away from this temptation, but succeeded only in groping the breast of the young psychic. The harder she tried to pull away, the more American Fox became drunk on the eroticism. *And why not?* What alternative was there? Were she to flee, she would have only horror and despair to await her outside the gilded doors. *But what then?* Stay here and remain a slave to this lustful domina? She would rather perish than submit to captivity again. With every effort to pull away disregarded, American Fox made her fateful decision and pushed forward with everything in her.
Reeling back, Ebon Fox wrapped her arms and legs around the heroine, dragging them both down over the banister. Head over heels they tumbled as they fell further and further, the street rushing towards them. American Fox closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable, satisfied that she would take her tormentor with her. She felt weightless as she flew downwards until- with a sudden jolt...
She stopped. Not with the impact she had expected, but with a stumble, and the clinking sound of metal. Her eyes bulging open with surprise, she beheld herself, back in her uniform, bent over with chains affixing her neck to the stone floor and her arms outwards into shadow on either side of her body. Manacles held her feet in place about 3 or 4 feet apart. The chain around her neck prevented her from standing up, but the chains around her wrists kept her from falling over- ensuring that her ass was presented out.
"I'm very upset with you..." a tiny voice chirped in front of her. Whipping her head up, the heroine beheld Ebon Fox, alive and well, and back in her own appearance with black from the bob on her head down to her heavy boots. "I tried to give you a *choice* in all this- tried to be *generous*..." she pouted as she circled American Fox, disappearing from view, "Tried to do this the *easy* way. But if you won't take the carrot..." she continued as she emerged back into American's sight, now blonde and dressed in the SS uniform of Madam Axis, "*then I'll have to give you the stick*!"
"Y-you think this is going to scare me?" American Fox sputtered as she tugged on her chains. "I'll never submit to you, *never*!"
Ebon Fox's green eyes stared hungrily at her prey as she slowly turned around, her head craning back to keep the heroine in her sights. "You don't understand...there no fighting me here. Sooner or later, you'll beg to have me. To put your hands on me..." the villainess purred as she ran her hands down the sides of her body to rest on her ass, her slender fingers cupping a sweet, round buttock in each hand. "To hold me, taste me...you'll find me irresistible." Slipping further down, Ebon's fingers clasped the bottom of her miniskirt, and began to pull up- slowly revealing her milky thighs. Finally, the skirt slid over her seat, revealing her cute buttocks parted by a leather thong. "My scent, my curves, you'll not be able to resist, because it is inevitable. The mind is my domain, and here, I can do anything I want..." turning back to her captive, Ebon was revealed to be wearing a long, black strap-on, and beamed as American Fox's face betrayed her horror "...*anything!*"
"No!" cried the heroine as she yanked on her restraints "NO! I won't let you!"
"'Let me?' chuckled Ebon as she circled around to American's ass 'How could you stop me?'"
Immediately, Ebon clutched the seat of American's blue tights and yanked, tearing the bottom away and exposing her bare ass and her pussy. The black painted nails of Ebon's left hand dug into the heroine's ass cheek as her right positioned the head of her phallus at American's lower lips. Once in place Ebon's hips heaved and her dildo slid inside of the star-spangled heroine.
A shock rippled though American Fox instantly as Ebon's cock began to thrust again and again. Her outrage was immeasurable, but her Fox physiology quickly betrayed her as her body began to crave Ebon's ravishing. She shook her head wildly as she tried in vain to resist her baser urges. "No!" she protested "No! Won't let you—*I can't*!"
American's pleas only further excited Ebon, as she leaned forward to grab American's strapless top and yank it down, exposing her mighty breasts, Ebon's dark eyes watching as they jiggled with every thrust. Tears began to swell in American's eyes as Ebon's fingers twisted her nipples and she hardened as she felt herself building towards climax. Pale fingers snatched a handful of hair and Ebon yanked on American's raven curls, pulling the heroine back towards the dildo with every thrust.
Climax was now undeniable, and American Fox, unable to control her own body any longer, gritted her teeth and eked out one last objection before cumming. "I...I'll *never* be yours!" she grunted "*I'll never belong to you*!"
Breathless, Ebon Fox gleefully grinned as her prisoner approached orgasm. "Oh Deborah" the villainess giggled "It's too late for that..." snapping her fingers, a large mirror spun into the light just in front of American's face, it's edges bordered with black roses "You *already* belong to me!"
The mirror floated in front of American Fox, her reflection hanging just inches from her nose. But when she gazed into the mirror, American Fox was greeted not by her own image, but rather by the pale, elven face, black lips and bob of Ebon Fox herself! The heroine stared at the reflection of her own green eyes and screamed in terror as orgasm overwhelmed her body, the evil Fox's head thrown back in wicked laughter.
\+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Back in the darkness of the holding cell, the two Foxes- having never left- remained where they had begun. American Fox slumped manacled to her chair, her head lolled back, eyes clenching shut, and brow furrowing from the mental ordeal of Ebon's fantasies. The pale villainess remained seated on American's lap. Her fingertips lightly pressed against the heroine's temples, eyes shut, head tilted upwards as she projected thoughts into American's mind.
The star spangled heroine whimpered weakly as her mind endured Ebon's psychic romp. Meekly, she managed to utter a faint plea. "*Help...*" she whimpered, "*Help me...she-she's trying to use my worst nightmares against me...*"
Ebon's black lips curled upwards as her eyes opened and gazed down on her plaything. Smirking, she crept in close, bringing her mouth inches away from American Fox's ear. "Oh honey" she cooed "*I'm* your worst nightmare!" Closing her eyes, she brought her head back up, and delved back into American Fox's mind, the heroine crying out as she did. She would scream all night.
***TO BE CONTINUED...*** |
Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 05 | 33,597 | 4.77 | 454,853 | [
"romance novella",
"tim",
"julia"
] | *Note: Special thanks go out to my two regular editors, LilTexasSexFiend and AnInsatiableReader, for making this infinitely better than it was when I first wrote it. As always, let me know what you think, through voting, comments or private feedback. All three works too! ;-) As I said, this story will go up with one chapter posting daily until it's all uploaded, so don't get too mad about the cliffhangers. Enjoy!*
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
Ever since J.T. had moved in there two years ago, Tim had thought of the three-story luxury townhouse overlooking Duke University in Durham as J.T.'s place, but it really wasn't. The house and those around it were actually owned by Sheila's father, the pharmaceutical executive. Some of the company's younger, married executives used the houses until they could build or purchase larger houses of their own somewhere else. The company also used them as short-term hotels for visiting executives. Tim didn't know the full story, but sometime before Sheila met J.T., she had had a falling out with her mother and left home. Her father was concerned, though, so he convinced her to move into one of the townhouses so she wouldn't split and leave town altogether.
For his part, J.T. lived with his parents until he was 29, and then he had moved in with Sheila a few months before they got engaged. It wasn't like he mooched off his parents or anything - the first four years after high school were spent at Saint Louis University in Missouri, earning an aviation sciences degree, and the next four were spent flying jets in the Marines. That's when Tim and J.T. met, and after becoming friends, each was stoked to find out they were from the same area. After J.T. returned home, his parents offered to let him stay in an empty floor of their mansion outside Raleigh - between flying and MBA work at Duke he was hardly ever going to be home anyway, so he accepted.
Like Tim, J.T. had always dreamed of building his own house. He had had many conversations with Sheila over the past three years about what her dream house would look like, and unbeknownst to her, he'd hired a builder and signed off on the project. The house would be finished just a few weeks after their June wedding, which would come a month after Sheila finished her Bachelor's degree at Duke. He figured he would tell her about it as a graduation present, so if there was anything she didn't like or wanted done differently, the construction crew would have about six weeks to make the changes before they moved in after their honeymoon.
For now, that meant staying in this townhouse. As Tim parked his car in their three-car garage, he figured there were worse ways to kill a couple years. It was pretty typical as far as townhouses went - most of the important stuff on the ground floor, a couple of bedrooms upstairs. This one had an extra floor, which J.T. and Sheila had more or less converted into their party floor. That was where the deck was, which provided one of the most breathtaking views of a city Tim had ever seen while still on the ground.
Tim headed up there now, knowing that was most likely where J.T. was hanging out. When he made it up there, J.T. and Sheila were sitting side-by-side in a couple of lay-out deck chairs J.T. had stolen from around his parents' pool. Her head was on his shoulder as they both stared out at the Raleigh-Durham nighttime skyline. Tim simply stood there for a minute in the stairway, watching them. Not for the first time, he silently envied them.
J.T. was truly happy with Sheila, and Tim could think of no one who deserved it more. For all his money, knowledge, job experience and self-confidence, relationships had really been the one place J.T. was never very good. He'd gotten married his sophomore year at SLU, long before Tim ever met him. The girl was the only one in his program who could even hold a candle to him where schoolwork was concerned, and they had so many other things in common that J.T. figured it just had to be right. Of course, to hear him tell it now, she'd slept with about half of the aviation sciences program - male and female - and was working her way through the other half before he found out about it. His father had threatened to cut him off if he didn't force the girl to sign a pre-nuptial agreement before he married her, so at least J.T. had lost nothing but his pride in the divorce.
After that, though, his friend had had more one-night stands than a Cancun resort at Spring Break. He was just coming out of that phase in the Marines, but he still had a hard time committing to a woman. Most of his actual girlfriends dumped him because of that, and the only one he'd really had long-term feelings about, a fellow officer stuck in Kabul with Tim and J.T., didn't really have any use for marriage or any kind of long-term commitment.
He'd dated around some when they'd come back home, but he made no secret of the fact that he was extremely jealous of what Tim had with Leira. Toward the end, J.T. had stopped dating altogether, instead choosing to live vicariously through Tim's relationship. Of course, nobody took what happened harder than Tim, but J.T. finished an awfully close second. Sure, they were best friends, but more than that, it was almost like she'd betrayed J.T., too. He'd tried to explain it one night at a bar, when neither Tim nor J.T. was fit to drive or even walk, but he'd given up after about a minute, convincing himself he'd never be able to explain it in a way that Tim would understand.
Standing there watching J.T. and his soon-to-be wife sitting together under the stars, Tim thought he understood it perfectly. Tim had his own life and his own relationship - well, maybe - but he knew he would still take it very hard if things ever went south between J.T. and Sheila.
"You planning on standing there forever, or you gonna come out here?" J.T. called out, not having turned around once.
"Yeah, I'm coming, man," Tim said, and headed for the deck. It was a little cooler outside, but really, it was a pretty warm night for late October in North Carolina. Of course, there was a blanket of humidity over the entire area that never went away, and that added another five or six degrees to the temperature.
"Hey, Tim," Sheila said, offering him a warm, genuine smile - no simple task considering her best friend had just called her, most likely in tears, and told her what he'd done. A slight breeze fluttered across the deck, whipping a couple loose strands of Sheila's curly red hair all over her face.
"Hey, Sheila," he answered back. "How pissed is she?"
"I've only seen her this way a few times," she replied. "I don't think she's really, truly angry, though. She's very hurt. She didn't know what else to do, so she got really mad at you. Now she's driving around the city aimlessly."
Tim simply nodded. "I figured. That's why I came over here instead of heading to her place." He thrust his hands in his pockets and stared out at the city, not sure what to say or do next.
"Can you give us a little while, Sheila?" J.T. asked. She nodded and pulled herself out of the chair.
"I'll be back up in a bit with drinks," she said as she walked back through the open glass door into the main room.
"What took you so long, man?" J.T. asked.
"Dude, if there had been any cops out, I'd be in jail right now," Tim replied.
"Not what I mean," J.T. answered. "I heard you climbing the stairs, but you stood there for at least three minutes before I said anything."
"Ah," Tim replied, taking Sheila's seat next to J.T. "I was just looking at you two. Wondering what might have been."
"You mean, where would I be if Sheila hadn't decided to go with her parents to the Bahamas that fall?" Tim just nodded. "I think about that all the time, bro. I come up with different outcomes each time, and they all suck."
Tim chuckled. "She's certainly turned your life around."
"I would say you have no idea," J.T. started, "but really, you do. You know all about that."
More nodding. Tim wished he had a beer. Not because he particularly liked the taste of beer, or because he wanted to get drunk, or even because he was thirsty. This just seemed like a lull in the conversation that required sipping on a beer.
"Have you ever thought about that in your life?" J.T. asked.
"What my life would be like without Sheila?" Tim replied, knowing that wasn't what his friend meant. "Well... you'd probably hump my leg a lot." Even at a time like this, he couldn't resist nailing the easy zinger. J.T. slugged him in the left arm.
"What your life would be like now if you were still with Leira," J.T. responded.
"I can't go down that road, man," Tim replied.
"You don't think about her at all?"
"I didn't say that," Tim answered. "Of course I still think about her. I mean, not every day, but every now and then something happens that just jogs my memory. Like in March, I flew the Bobcats up to Toronto, and the flight plan took us over the Adirondacks. I started thinking about the week we spent up there in that cabin. Or this summer, when you and I went down to Myrtle Beach to play golf with your dad, we drove right past the hotel where she and I stayed the last time we went down there. Just the other night, when Julia was sitting on the floor in front of me... it just brings back memories. I'd get rid of them if I could, but it's no use. Sometimes, they creep in. But anytime my mind starts wandering toward what might've been, I stop myself. Can't go there."
"You're still not over her, are you?" J.T. asked.
"Over her? Sure I am," Tim replied. "I don't miss her. I don't want her back. I wouldn't even think of giving it another try if she suddenly reappeared."
"Then what?" J.T. asked. "Every time you try to move on, something about her snags you. If you say you're over her, then what is it?"
"I am over her," Tim said. "I'm not over what she did to me. I might never be."
J.T. nodded. A few seconds passed, and Tim heard footsteps on the staircase. A few moments later, Sheila emerged on the deck with drinks - a Miller Lite for J.T., and just water for Tim. Tim thanked her as she walked away. J.T. waited until he heard the footsteps on the stairs before he continued.
"Here's what I don't get, man," J.T. said. "You're one of the most resilient people I know. It's been three years since that happened."
"How do you know if I'm resilient?" Tim shot back. "Resiliency means being knocked down and getting back up. When have I ever been knocked down, J.T.? I had the typical American childhood - loving parents, lots of good friends, never worried about money or where the next meal was coming from. Sure, there were tough times in the Marines, but everybody went through those; it was just par for the course. I've never had money troubles, I've never had legal troubles, and I've never had family troubles. Before three years ago, I'd never had woman troubles, either. So, again, how do you know?"
J.T. had nothing, so he said nothing. He just sipped his beer.
"That's why it's taken so long, man," Tim continued. "I'm many things - one of them is naïve. I've always been a very trusting person. You heard country songs all the time growing up, the 'somebody did somebody wrong' type of song, and I always looked at that the way a monk looks at AIDS - that would suck, but it will never happen to me. I never once saw that happen to anyone, and it certainly didn't happen to me. I've always been a good guy. I've treated people with respect, I've always genuinely cared about others more than myself. That was just the way I was raised. I figured there was no way karma would let me get screwed over this way."
J.T. said nothing. He knew it was his turn to shut up and listen. Regardless of his propensity for being extremely talkative, he did know when to keep quiet.
"I know I'm not the first person that ever happened to, J.T. But most people I've met - you included - have a natural distrust for people. They aren't all assholes like you, necessarily, but they have a natural skepticism about others that serves as kind of a cushion. If someone screws them over? Oh well, they kind of expected it. But you knew me long before this ever happened. I was never cynical, I was never jaded or paranoid. So when she did what she did, I never saw it coming, and it hurt that much more."
J.T. just nodded.
"I mean, we both jumped out of way more than our fair share of planes in the Marines, right?" Tim asked, and waited for J.T. to nod. "You jump out with a parachute on your back, and the landing is gonna be a lot smoother than if you don't have a 'chute. Most people, they get shoved out of the airplane, they already have the 'chute strapped on. Me? I was never planning on getting off the plane."
"I know, man," J.T. said. "I told you about what happened to me in St. Louis, bro. You skate through life without a care in the world, convinced you're living the right way and life is loving you for it, and then everything comes apart."
"Yeah," Tim agreed. "But things worked out well for you in the end."
"They certainly have," J.T. said. "I suppose this is where a corny line like, 'You have to go through the rain to get to the rainbow,' would fit."
Tim nodded. "For a long time after we broke up, I wondered why. Why she did it to me, but also, I wondered why life would let something like this happen to me."
"And?" J.T. asked. "You come up with anything?"
Tim nodded. "It had to happen, or I never would have found Julia."
Out of nowhere, he heard it - that tiny little half-gasp, half-moan. The one that sounded like someone had just seen something they never expected.
The same one he'd heard a little less than an hour ago.
Tim and J.T. exchanged glances - J.T. had heard it, too. Neither of them turned to look, even though both of them knew she was there. For his part, Tim knew there were things he needed to say, things he had to vocalize now, or he'd never get them out. He also knew there was no way he could say them to Julia. She'd look into his eyes, give him one of those soul-stealing gazes, and he'd melt inside.
And then, he would run.
Almost as if in tune with his thoughts, J.T. placed a hand on Tim's wrist. He simply nodded.
"So, I'm guessing that's a good thing?" J.T. said, encouraging Tim to continue as he pulled his arm back.
"You were around me all the time back then," Tim said, choosing not to directly answer the question. "I remember I used the word 'perfect' a lot. She had the perfect body, the perfect personality, the perfect everything."
"I remember, too," J.T. said. "The rest of us knew there were imperfections, man. You just wouldn't hear it."
Again, Tim chose to ignore what his friend had said. He needed to get to the point before he drove himself crazy.
"And even after everything that happened, I'm not going to sit here and tell you I wasn't in love back then. I know I was. Everything I thought I knew about her, before she dumped me, was great. But as perfect as I thought she was... Julia is so much better."
He hoped she was smiling. After everything he'd put her through, please let her at least be smiling now, Tim thought.
"You always said there wasn't a more perfect female body on the face of the earth than Leira's," J.T. reminded him. Tim could tell he was playing along, asking questions that would allow Tim to give the right answers.
"Yeah, well, I was wrong," Tim replied. "You should have seen Carlos the other night, man, when we had to go bail out Pat Kersee. He saw Julia walking up to the car, and I swear he went right into insta-drool mode."
"And with the female company Carlos generally keeps, that's saying something," J.T. replied.
"It is," Tim agreed. "She's just... so real, man. These girls running around with their store-bought boobs, surgically enhanced noses, botox all over the place... it bugs the hell out of me. Those are bodies by the Nip/Tuck doctors. Julia's body is the one she was born with, for better or for worse, and believe me - it's definitely better. You know I'm not much of a God guy, man, but every time I see Julia Waters naked, I can't help but appreciate the man's craftsmanship."
"Stop it," J.T. said. "You're turning me on."
"Shut the fuck up," Tim replied, slugging J.T. in the arm. There was no fire behind it, but it still probably hurt a little.
"So, you dig her body," J.T. said.
"I do, but... man, it's just way more than that. Leira was a nice person, but she always had this air of being better than other people. She was never a bitch about it, but I could always tell she sort of looked down her nose at people who didn't have as much money as we did. Julia, she's never been rich, so she's never had that feeling of entitlement. But at the same time, she doesn't feel inferior to people just because they have more than she does. She knows she has a ways to go to get where she wants to be, but she's able to be proud of where she is without being ashamed of where she's been. That kind of confidence... sexy doesn't even do it justice. And she's so driven and ambitious - an MBA at age 25 - yet she can relax enough to lay out on a boat in the sun all day."
J.T.'s grin couldn't have gotten any larger.
"I don't have to explain my near-lunacy when I'm watching football on TV, because she goes just as nuts. The woman has a life-size cutout of Steve Smith on her bedroom wall, for crying out loud. Honestly, if I didn't know Steve personally, it'd be a little intimidating to try to have sex in that room with him staring at me."
J.T. laughed a little bit louder than he would have normally. Tim figured it was to cover up an unexpected chuckle from their audience. It was all he could do not to look back into the house, but he wasn't finished.
"Who the fuck have I been fooling, J.T.?" Tim asked after a few moments of silence. "I know you were never fooled. All this time, I've been saying that we're just friends, and that we're free to date whoever we want. It was bullshit, the whole time."
"Have you dated anyone else since you met Julia?" J.T. asked.
"Fuck no, man," Tim replied. "For the first two or three months, I barely even saw Julia. Maybe once or twice a week."
"And after that?" J.T. asked, again setting Tim up for the perfect response.
"After that, I didn't want to see anybody else."
Tim started to wonder if he'd just imagined the noise he'd heard earlier, because there was no sharp intake of breath after his last statement.
"What about her?" J.T. asked.
"Hell if I know," Tim replied. "I know she has male friends that she talks to. Unless they're all blind, I'm sure they hit on her. I'd guess she's been out a time or two. I don't really know. What I do know, man, is that we see each other almost every day. If she's seeing someone else, she's got a future in the circus as a juggler, because I have no idea about it. Not that I'd have a right to complain if she was."
Again, silence. Tim thought he could hear someone breathing behind him, but then, he was really, really trying to hear something - anything.
"She's been so patient with me, throughout all this," Tim continued. "She's been so willing to wait for me to work through this, and I've never even been nice enough to tell her what *this* is. She gives me the space I need, but she stays around enough to let me know she's not going anywhere. Except now, man... I might have fucked up just a bit too much."
Tim thought she might reveal herself right then, if she was even there, but no one said anything. Tim polished off the rest of his ice water, and then kept going.
"I don't really let myself think about it too often, but when I do... we just fit, man. I thought I knew what perfect was before, but I had no fucking idea. I know Julia has imperfections, but I think they just make her even more perfect for me."
Tim listened carefully for any reaction - he'd finally gotten out what he needed to say. He didn't hear anything; knowing Julia, she was holding her breath now.
A burst of wind suddenly gusted across the deck, and it brought with the easily recognizable scent of her perfume. That left no doubt in Tim's mind that she was behind them.
"How long have you known this, bro?" J.T. asked helpfully.
"No idea, man," Tim replied. "Three or four months, at least."
"Three or four months?" J.T. asked, genuinely shocked. Ever since they'd heard Julia's gasp, it was almost as if J.T. and Tim had been reading a script. J.T. knew what his best friend was feeling, and was asking him questions designed to help him get everything out. Apparently, Tim had gone off-script.
"You've known this for three or four months, and we're *just now* having this conversation?" J.T. reiterated. "Jesus, Tim. I knew you were an idiot, but you might be the dumbest person alive with a Doctorate."
"I know, man."
"You might have lost her tonight, dude," J.T. said. "You know that, don't you?"
"Trust me, J.T.," Tim replied. "I know. I waited five minutes before I left the house, and I had a 25-minute drive over here. I had half an hour to ponder what my life would be like without Julia in it."
J.T. looked at him intently now. Tim imagined Julia was doing the same.
"I came up with a bunch of different outcomes. They all suck."
J.T. grinned now. Finally, he looked over his shoulder, and the look on his face confirmed what Tim already knew.
"You need to tell her all this, Tim," J.T. said.
"He just did."
Tim turned around to see Julia standing just in front of the doorway. Now he knew why she hadn't made any noises in the past few minutes. Tears were streaming down her face, and judging by the dark spots at the top of her dark brown dress, they had been for quite a while.
"Aw, jeez, Jules," Tim said, genuinely upset because she was crying. "Come here."
He could tell she wanted to, but she hesitated. Tim took a step toward her and locked his eyes onto hers.
"Please, Julia," he said. "I've fucked up so many things with us. Let me make it right."
That worked, because Julia closed the small gap between them with speed that would have made Carlos proud, and immediately buried her face in Tim's shoulder.
J.T. picked up his empty beer bottle and turned to head for the doorway.
"I'll take your morning flight," J.T. said. "Take tomorrow off. Stay here as long as you'd like."
Tim nodded. "I'll pick up one of yours next week."
"I figured. You two have a good night," J.T. replied. "Just please, don't break my chairs."
Julia pulled her face away from Tim's body for a second and delivered something that was half-laughter and half-crying. It made Tim want to simultaneously rock her to sleep while promising everything would be ok and bend her over the railing on the deck. J.T. turned off the lights in the main room before disappearing down the stairs.
Tim led Julia to the chair he'd been sitting in and pulled her down on top of him. She was still crying, and Tim was stroking her back and playing with her hair, trying to calm her down.
"It's OK, baby," he whispered. "I'm sorry."
Suddenly, she pulled up and looked him in the eyes.
"Did you mean it? What you just said?"
Just briefly, Tim looked away. He knew answering this question with the truth could lead to some pretty severe consequences, but he was tired of pushing Julia away. He'd been lying to himself for some time now, and now that he knew that's what it was, he simply couldn't anymore.
"Every word, baby," Tim answered. "I can't promise it's going to be easy or that I'm going to be able to change overnight. I just need you..." he trailed off.
"You just need me... to what?" Julia replied.
"Nothing," Tim answered. "I just need you. The rest of it is going to have to work itself out."
Tim could see the waterworks fire up again in Julia's eyes, and though he was generally against Julia crying period, much less being the reason for it, he was willing to make an exception this time.
"Oh, God," she sobbed. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that."
"Probably about as long as it's been the truth."
There were so many things they needed to say, so many topics they needed to discuss. But as Tim tightened his grip around Julia's back and she snuggled up even closer to him on the deck chair, he realized those discussions would have to wait. The emotions of the day - the past week, really - were too much for both of them. Within five minutes, both were sleeping soundly on the deck.
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
The first thing Tim felt when he woke up from what felt like hibernation was warmth - incredible, overwhelming, all-encompassing warmth.
The source of his physical warmth was obvious - he looked down to see Julia still sleeping peacefully with her head on his chest. Tim was never going to be a poet, but the recollection of what he'd said earlier made him feel pretty warm on the inside, too. But there was something else there, too, and in his groggy state, it took Tim a few moments to realize what it was:
Rain.
Raindrops on his face had woken Tim up, and they started falling a bit more consistently as he lay there. There was no awning or cover of any kind on the deck, so he and Julia were fair game for whatever the elements wanted to throw at them. Within a minute or two, his hair was soaked, as were his right arm and his right leg. Julia took the brunt of it, since she was covering up his left leg, left arm, and most of his stomach.
He looked down at her again. He couldn't see her face because she'd twisted into a sort of fetal position, with the back of her neck facing him. Her dark hair was getting darker with the rain, and he had to force himself to fight the temptation to run his fingers through it.
It took five or ten seconds for him to realize that he didn't have to fight that temptation anymore, and a smile slowly spread across his face. Still, he was a little tentative as he gently pulled his fingers through her soaked hair. But damn, did it feel right, Tim thought. Before long, he'd moved to her right arm, and was gently stroking her shoulder when she stirred.
She lifted her head slowly and looked Tim straight in the eyes. She seemed to hesitate for a minute before finally croaking out two words.
"Wasn't... dreaming?" They seemed to be two separate thoughts. She looked so helpless curled up on his chest, and the pleading look draped across her face shook Tim to the core.
"No," Tim said, smiling as widely as he could without getting overly cheesy. "You weren't dreaming."
Tim was pretty sure she started crying again right then, but with the rain coming down, he couldn't be positive. Even still, he leaned down to her and did something he'd have never done in the past - he kissed both of Julia's eyelids, trying to scare away any tears if they were there. He followed that with several kisses across her forehead and down both cheeks.
Julia shifted slowly, unfurling herself and laying directly on top of him. The little bit of makeup that had survived her earlier tears was streaking down her cheeks, and several strands of hair were plastered to her face. Still, Tim never remembered her looking more beautiful. He never remembered anyone looking more beautiful.
She crawled up his chest until her face was level with his, and she perched herself on her elbows for a fleeting moment. It was almost as if she was searching his soul herself, to make sure none of what he'd said earlier was a lie.
Julia must have decided he was genuine, because she dipped her mouth down, brushing their lips together before quickly pulling away. A playful smile pulled at the corners of her lips and she dove down again, this time catching his bottom lip between hers and sucking gently before pulling back up. She started down a third time, but he snaked an arm behind her neck and pulled her down, forcing their mouths together as she let out a muffled squeal.
Her brown eyes continued to sparkle as he held her down, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth tenderly yet with enough intensity to let her know he was serious. Julia met him with just as much passion, seemingly trying to fuse their tongues together - which was fine with Tim, because he was trying to do the same.
He ran his hands up and down her back, rubbing her body through her damp brown work dress. When his hands reached down and cupped her ass through the dress, she whimpered into his mouth.
They lay like that for ten minutes, just making out on one of J.T.'s lounge chairs sometime after midnight. Tim hated to pull his lips away, but when he did, he trailed kisses all over Julia's forehead, her cheeks, over the bridge of her nose and down to her earlobes. He traced her jaw gently with his tongue and made sure to hit several places on her neck and throat where he knew she was sensitive.
Julia, on the other hand, was content to just lie on top of Tim and enjoy the sensations he was giving her. He'd done this many times before, peppering her head, neck and shoulders with soft, gentle kisses, but this time it felt new to Julia. For the first time, she knew the kisses and caresses and gentle bites were more than just simple foreplay.
Tim dug his head under Julia's chin and dipped his face into the little bit of cleavage he could get to with her dress on. She rested her chin on top of his head and let out not-so-subtle moans whenever he hit a sensitive spot - which was with almost every kiss.
Meanwhile, Tim's cock had wasted no time getting ready for action, getting hard virtually the moment their lips met, and throughout the high-school style make-out session, Julia repeatedly ground her pelvis into his dick. She was creating as much friction as she possibly could through their many layers of clothing.
A loud clap of thunder shattered their silence, causing them to pull apart for just a moment. A second later, the rain doubled in intensity, soaking any parts of their bodies that had somehow managed to avoid it. Tim sat up in the chair, forcing Julia to do the same. Her feet touched ground on either side of the chair as she straddled his crotch.
The thunder and driving rain did little to temper the mood, though, and within seconds, he gripped the back of her head and pulled her down into another wet, steamy kiss. She started running her fingers up and under his dress shirt, and they broke their embrace just long enough for Tim to pull it and his undershirt off. The two items of clothing landed in a sopping mess a few feet away.
Tim's hands were working their way as far up Julia's thighs as they could go with her dress in the way. Her nipples, now wet and cold to go along with her arousal, pointed out through her dress and bra like darts, and he couldn't resist the urge to bite down on one of them, causing a shiver to run up and down her spine.
Tim slid the bottom of Julia's now-drenched dress up and over her hips, revealing a pair of red lace panties he'd bought her on one of the rare occasions she had dragged him out shopping. He'd really liked them then - he wasn't so much a fan of them now. He rubbed her pussy through them with the palm of his left hand and roughly kneaded her breasts with his right hand while she licked across his collarbones and down his upper chest, eventually stopping at his nipples.
Finally, Tim slipped a finger under the red lace and directly into Julia's pussy, which was dripping from more than just the rain. She let out a deep groan and immediately collapsed against his chest, making it tough for him to move the finger in and out. Still, he wiggled it around as best he could. He figured she was having a mini-orgasm just from his finger.
Julia pushed herself off Tim's chest and stared into his face. It didn't take much of that before he quickly stood up, picking Julia up and standing her up next to him. As she kicked off her shoes, he wasted no time removing her dress, relishing the revelation of each new inch of bare skin. Her dress joined his shirts on the ground, and he slid her panties down her shapely legs as she unhooked a matching red bra and added it to the pile.
Their joint actions left Julia completely naked, but Tim still had his pants on. Julia quickly fixed that, dropping to her knees and deftly negotiating his belt buckle despite the driving rainstorm. It took some effort, but she slid Tim's pants and boxer shorts down to his ankles, chuckling slightly as his throbbing cock slapped her lightly on the jaw.
Tim stepped out of his shoes and his clothes, and they stood there with each other for a few moments, ignoring the rain as it washed down all around them. In the back of his mind, Tim recognized that there was something symbolic about this whole thing - just a few hours ago, he'd finally admitted to Julia how he felt. Now, they stood here naked in front of one another under the moon, with the rain wiping clean a slate that was full of mistakes and gargantuan fuck-ups on his part.
He took a second to really look at her. Stray strands of dark hair clung to her cheeks and her forehead. Her makeup was all but washed away now, but her eyes danced around playfully as he took in the sight of her. She had the smile to match, and as his gaze intensified, Julia bit her lip, almost as if she could sense what he was feeling and was matching him every step of the way.
Suddenly, Tim scooped her up and pressed her body into his as he French kissed her. She locked her hands behind his neck and jumped up slightly, wrapping her legs around his lower back. They were in the right position for it, but Tim resisted the urge to settle Julia on top of his cock.
Instead, he walked both of them over to the hot tub, which J.T. kept covered up when it wasn't in use. He sat Julia down on the edge of the bulky brown plastic cover and gently laid her down before leaning into her. All at once, they melted into each other, their tongues and lips becoming virtually inseparable. He wasn't consciously aware of entering Julia, but he could feel his cock being drenched in Julia's hot, sticky warmth.
Tim was in absolutely no hurry whatsoever, so he took his time. Julia's legs were still locked around his lower back, and he used the leverage he got from having his feet planted on the ground to forcefully drive into her with stroke after stroke. He wasn't going fast enough to make himself cum, but he was certainly pounding her hard enough that a quicker pace would have sent him over the edge.
They never broke their kiss, even while Julia reached and rode through what Tim guessed was her first real orgasm since the week before, when he'd made her cum twice in five minutes, once with his tongue and once with his cock. He'd do his best to give her a few more of those tonight, but he was going to make damn sure she came with him when he was finally ready to explode.
Throughout her orgasm, Tim continued to saw in and out of her pussy at almost a perfect 45-degree angle, and he saw Julia's eyes roll back in her head each time he bottomed out and drove in as deeply as he could. She might have had another orgasm immediately following the first - then again, it could have just been one really long, low-intensity orgasm. He didn't know, and didn't really care since it looked like she was enjoying it either way.
Julia unlocked her legs and slowly backed away from him, scooting backward on the covered hot tub until she had enough distance between herself and Tim to turn over onto her hands and knees. She looked back at him over her shoulder and winked as she crawled to the far side, right next to the railing at the edge of the balcony. While standing on the ground, the railing was four and a half feet off the ground - not exactly something she could bend over. The hot tub gave her an extra foot and a half though, and he watched as she rested her ample chest on the polished wood posts and thrust her ass back at him.
Tim wasn't sure if the hot tub cover could support both their weights, but he didn't much care. He quickly scrambled on top of the tub and walked on his knees to where his prize awaited him. As much as his cock was screaming at his brain to put it back in her pussy, her ass looked so delicious that he simply couldn't resist the temptation to lean down and have himself a taste. He slowly dragged his tongue from right below her asshole and down over her pussy, spending considerable time on her clit before reversing direction. He darted his tongue around her asshole a couple of times, but didn't spend much time there - they'd experimented with anal sex and ass play a few times, but it always required gentleness and patience. Tim wasn't inclined to show much of either right then.
Apparently, neither was Julia, who whimpered throughout his tongue play, but as soon as he stopped, promptly looked back at him with a pleading look on her face. That was all it took for Tim to square his hips up against Julia's ass and thrust his cock into her pussy from behind.
"FUCK!!" she cried out into the otherwise quiet Durham night, clearly unconcerned about anyone in the neighborhood who might hear. This townhouse was at the back of the group of houses, so there was no one directly across from them. Still, Tim was pretty sure she'd woken up some neighbors with that, but he didn't care. Certainly not enough to stop what he was doing.
He left his right knee on the cover and planted his left foot, giving himself a little bit of leverage. Using that, he increased his speed while randomly slapping either ass cheek. Tim enjoyed watching her ass jiggle ever so slightly each time his hand landed, and Julia's ever-increasing moans just encouraged him.
Pretty soon, Tim fell into a rhythm where his balls were slapping against Julia's clit with every stroke. He looked down to see Julia playing with her left breast with one hand, pinching the nipple coarsely and squeezing as hard as he ever had. He could feel her other hand between their legs, feverishly rubbing her clit and occasionally his cock as he pounded it into her mercilessly.
Tim reached up and grabbed a tuft of Julia's slick hair and used it to pull her head back, increasing his grip on her hip with his other hand. He closed his eyes and turned his head upward as the building sensations continued to wash over him. The rain, falling as hard as it ever had, pelted his face and chest, but he barely noticed.
He looked down and saw the rivulets of water cascading down Julia's back, forming a pool in the middle that routinely rushed down either side and over the edge like a waterfall. He released his grip on her hair to rub his hand up and down her back, and then used the index finger of that hand to tease her asshole.
Besides her exclamation when Tim first entered her from behind, neither of them had spoken in a while, so it surprised him when Julia moaned out, "Tim! I want to cum."
Tim couldn't help but smile. Julia was as self-confident and in control as any woman he'd ever met, but occasionally she got the urge to be submissive. Most nights, she told him she was going to cum, and he'd pick up the pace to make sure it was a good one. This time, she'd said "I want to cum." That meant she was close but wouldn't get off until he told her to.
Armed with that knowledge, Tim moved his free hand back to her hips, gripped both sides tightly and began pumping in and out of her tight pussy as fast and frantically as he could. He knew she would do her best not to cum until he said to, but under normal circumstances, this pace would hit her like a freight train.
Maybe a minute later, Julia started screaming with her mouth closed, leading to a kind of high-pitched humming. She'd done that once or twice before, and Tim knew that meant she couldn't hold out anymore.
"Cum for me, baby," Tim said. It wasn't so loud that the neighborhood would hear it, but it was loud enough to break through whatever noise Julia was likely hearing in her head. She opened her mouth then, and while it wasn't quite a scream, it was a shout that, if nothing else, probably woke up J.T. and Sheila downstairs.
She started babbling incoherently, as she often did when she had a strong orgasm. Tim thought he could make out his name somewhere in there, but he couldn't be sure. Either way, a few seconds later, the dam broke as Julia's pussy flooded with her juices. The instant liquid heat effect it had on Tim's dick was almost too much to handle, but, for reasons he didn't comprehend, he managed to hold out. Julia would have wanted him to cum, but he knew that wasn't the biggest orgasm she could have, and he wanted to send her back to sleep with a mammoth mind-blower.
He lessened his pace and his grip on her hips as she rode through that orgasm, either her third or fourth as near as Tim could tell. When she was through, her elbows slid off the railing as she collapsed onto the hot tub cover, forcing his dick out of her.
Despite the raging hard-on still waving lewdly in front of his body, Tim scooted off the hot tub and gently pulled Julia by her legs to the edge of the tub. Once she was close enough, he picked her up and carried her back to the chair. The chair was soaked, and the puddles of water were slightly cold on his back as he sat down on it. He arranged Julia into as comfortable a position as he could for both of them while she finished coming down off her high.
"Mmmm," she purred as she nestled her head into his shoulder. "Too long." Tim assumed she meant it had been too long since they'd had sex.
"Tell me about it," he replied. "I still have another few minutes to go."
Julia pulled back and looked at him, her eyes half-wide with a little bit of shock. "You didn't cum?"
"I didn't."
"Why?"
"I want to give you one more, way better than the one you just had," Tim said. "I will cum with you."
The fire that had been in Julia's eyes since she'd woken up was smoldering, but he saw it kick back to life a little bit. She used her tongue to leave a trail of saliva from his elbow, all the way up his arm, across his collarbone, his jaw and his cheek, before she finally reached his mouth. Even after however long they'd been going at it, the kiss was still as passionate as the first.
Temporarily satisfied with the kissing, Julia sat up on Tim's lap and grabbed his cock with her right hand. She squirmed around a little bit before Tim finally felt his cock slip back into her now-soaked pussy.
Shit, she feels so damn good, Tim thought to himself. He wanted to say it out loud, but Julia's eyes had locked on to his own, and they were sharing a look that told her everything she needed to know. She slowly rocked on top of his cock, occasionally lifting herself up with her hands on his chest and settling back down.
Tim knew this was Julia's favorite position, but it wasn't one they did very often. They didn't do it at all for the first year or so of their arrangement, but Julia had insisted one night, and he'd given in, but told her she had to stay upright, and that she couldn't lean over to lie on top of him. She asked why, but he refused to explain it, instead just asking for her to understand and accept it. Like everything else, she'd done just that.
Of course, Tim knew why.
Julia was quite the vision in front of him, with the rain finally letting up some and the moonlight clearly visible in the background. Her head was tossed backward slightly, her eyes were closed, and she cupped a breast in either hand as she gradually increased her pace on his dick. Tim knew it wouldn't be the same if he was anybody else, but he also knew that right now, Julia was in her own little world.
He was content to let her stay there for a few minutes, but when she started bouncing wildly up and down, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on her right nipple, letting his tongue drag under it as she softly moaned. He did the same to the left nipple, then bent down and dipped his tongue ever so briefly into her belly button. She shivered at that, which made Tim smile.
He would have kept going, but Julia didn't let him. Instead, she placed her hands on his shoulders, gently forcing him to lie back down on the flat chair. He thought she would sit back up, but instead, she stayed there, not lying down but instead, perched over top of him with her hands firmly on his shoulders. Her breasts swung like twin pendulums, just inches away from his tongue, and the intense gaze was back on her face. It was almost as if she'd decided to force the issue to see what Tim would do.
For the moment, Tim did nothing - except slowly start to panic. He was still out of danger for now, but Julia was inching closer and closer to a place he hadn't gone in more than three years.
Sure enough, she slid her hands off his shoulders, replacing them with her forearms, which dropped her a little closer to full contact. She never quit looking at his eyes, and she must have seen something she wasn't comfortable with, because Tim saw her face screw up a little bit. It vanished about as quickly as it got there, though. Tim didn't know what to think.
Finally, she slid her arms off his shoulders altogether, placing them on either side of his head. She was lying flat on top of him now, flexing her pussy muscles around his cock but unable to do a lot more than that. She moved a little to keep the friction, but was more focused on Tim's reaction.
For his part, Tim was convinced his brain was scrambled. He was looking at the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but he was seeing someone else. This had been his and Leira's position. She'd lie on top of him, he'd start pistoning his hips upward, and it never took long for her to explode, pissing off the neighbors in the process. They did it nearly every time they had sex, and Tim couldn't think of that without thinking of her.
He was losing it. His mind was flailing, trying to hold on to something. His cock was still hard, but in a few seconds, it wouldn't be. This is exactly what I was afraid of, Tim thought-
"My ass, Tim."
Tim's eyes had gone back to their Marine Corps days, rapidly searching every square inch of the horizon for threats, but now they snapped back to Julia's face. He'd heard the words, but didn't understand.
"Grab my ass, baby," she added.
The haze was still there, but the primal part of Tim's brain - the part that wasn't stupid enough to turn down such a request - did as she asked, cupping a firm cheek in each hand. He squeezed slightly, causing a quiet moan to escape Julia's throat.
"Come back to me," she continued. "It's me. Nobody else."
Holy shit, Tim thought, she's in my mind. She knows exactly what I'm thinking.
And... she's still here.
Tim squeezed a little harder, and was rewarded with a louder moan from Julia. She leaned down and showered his face with kisses before pulling back to look at him again.
"Your cock feels so fucking good, Tim," she said. "So damn good."
She wiggled around a little more, keeping up some friction on his cock to keep him hard. God bless her, Tim thought - he had no idea how she stayed wet through that, but he could still feel her juices leaking out and running down his balls. It had been a while, but his hips still remembered how to do this. He started bucking a little bit, grabbing Julia's attention. She locked her eyes back onto his, and her face steeled up.
"Now," she said, somewhat sternly. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck ME."
Tim didn't dare take his eyes off hers, but his hips sprang into motion. He thrust his cock up into her tight tunnel a few times, and stopped to look at her. The stern glare hadn't lasted long - her smile was widening with every stroke.
The haze was lifting now. He'd meant everything he said earlier - he was over Leira, he didn't want her back, he needed Julia now, and that was all that mattered. The position had caught him off guard, and he'd had no choice but to go back - for a second.
But that was the past.
Now, it was time to dazzle Julia. It was time to fuck this woman like he'd never fucked her before - which was saying something.
Tim steeled his spine, and he hoped some of that steel made it into his eyes for Julia's benefit. He wrapped his arms around her lower back and pulled her as tightly to his body as he could without squeezing the oxygen out of her lungs. The look on her face told him she was surprised and she was caught off-guard. But Tim had seen this look before - mostly, she was just fucking turned on.
The rain helped him slide her forward on his chest, and he planted his feet on either side of the chair. He lifted his hips and ass off the chair and started hammering into Julia's pussy as hard as he could. Her eyes just got wider and wider.
Tim tilted his mouth up and caught Julia full on the lips, and she answered back by attacking him with her tongue while hanging on for dear life. He would have kept kissing her right through both of their orgasms, but Julia wasn't having it. She pulled away, their lips making an audible popping noise as the contact was broken. He heard and felt her take a huge gulp of air.
"Breathe, Julia," Tim said, whispering in her ear. "Breathe for me, while I shove this fucking cock into you. Breathe, while I slam my cock into that pretty, tight pussy of yours. I'm fucking you, Julia. And I'm not going to quit until you cum harder than you've ever cum in your fucking life. If it doesn't happen now, I'll keep fucking you. I'll fuck you all night, all day tomorrow, for as long as it takes. I don't care. You're going to pass out from being fucked so hard."
Now it was Tim's turn to babble incoherently. He kept talking, partly because he knew Julia loved dirty talk, and partly because finding the words took a tiny bit of the focus off his impending orgasm. Just like Julia, he hadn't gotten off since early last week. He didn't know if he could hold on much longer - he hoped like hell she was there.
"So, breathe, baby," Tim continued. "And now? CUM, JULIA! CUM ALL OVER MY COCK!" The first part had been a whisper - the second part was Tim's contribution to early-morning noise pollution. He was shouting at the top of his lungs.
Julia was no slouch in the noise department usually, but her strongest orgasms didn't elicit much in the way of vocals. No, when she came really hard, she inflicted pain. He was far enough out of the haze now to realize that Leira had been the same way, without taking a trip back. She bit hard enough to draw blood, and that's exactly what Julia was doing now. The high-pitched humming was back, but she was going Count Dracula on his shoulder.
"I feel you cumming, Jules," Tim said. "I'm almost-"
The words caught in Tim's throat as his orgasm slammed into him. His hips were thrusting furiously, he couldn't feel his legs, his shoulder was probably bleeding, and he didn't care about any of that. Jet after jet of cum erupted from his cock and deep into Julia's spasming pussy. With each thrust, he felt more weight coming off his shoulders - almost as if he was letting go of the past and the pain right along with this huge load of cum.
Julia never had a cooling down period. Instead, she did exactly what Tim had demanded. She was cumming on his cock, and then she collapsed, even before he was completely finished with his own orgasm. Tim could feel a mixture of his cum and her copious juices flowing out of her pussy and onto his legs. It felt slick, slimy and messy.
But mostly, it just felt right. Julia lying here with him outside in the middle of the night, with a light drizzle enveloping both of them, after what Tim knew was one of the most important evenings of his life... it just felt right. He couldn't explain it any other way.
He lay there with Julia on his chest for about five minutes, but she showed no signs of waking up. Her chest was still rising and falling, but she wasn't moving, and she wasn't conscious.
Tim somehow slid out from under her, his rapidly deflating cock slipping out of her pussy along the way. He reached down and gathered her up in his arms, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before taking her inside the house, leaving their clothes on the deck.
He walked through the main room and down the hallway to the only guest bedroom on the third floor. He gently lay Julia down on the bed, then pulled the covers out from under her and tucked her in before walking around the other side and crawling in behind her.
Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt Julia stir. She took his hand, which had been resting lightly on her right hip, and pulled it across her breasts. Tim clutched her left breast and pulled her tightly into his body.
"That was amazing," she said, finally.
"You're amazing," he replied. "And I'm sorry."
"Don't be," she said. "You were gone for a second there, but you came back."
"I'm not leaving again," he answered.
"I know," she said, effectively ending that line of conversation, which was just fine with Tim. They lay there quietly in the darkness for another few minutes.
"Do you want me to call them back and accept the job?" Julia asked some minutes later.
"Do you want to?" Tim said, without hesitating.
"No."
"You wouldn't lose me. My best friend owns airplanes. I'd come down once a week."
"I want you every day."
"Me, too," Tim said, and tried to find a way to pull her even closer. "It's your life and your career, Jules. I won't get in your way. You need to do what's best for you. That's what I was trying to say earlier, but it all came out wrong."
"You're what's best for me, Tim," she said, and rolled over in the bed to face him. "Southwest loves me, Tim. There will be other jobs. You can't leave in the middle of a season. I know you don't mind leaving this area, and I'm not tied to it, either. But I'm not leaving without you."
"Okay," Tim replied. He smiled, and she answered back with an even bigger smile.
"How did you find out, by the way?" she asked.
"About what?"
"Miami."
"Oh," Tim said. "One of your co-workers."
"What? Who?"
"Brandi, I think she said her name was," Tim continued. "She saw me at Starbucks in the airport, while I was waiting for you to get off work. She asked me if you were taking the job. I got her to tell me everything while making her think I already knew everything."
"Of course you did," Julia said, chuckling slightly.
"Don't be mad at her," Tim answered. "She just wanted to know if she should be expecting a raise, and she was afraid to ask you."
"It's okay," she replied.
"It was funny though," Tim said. "I told her we were just friends when she sat down, and when she was finished, she asked me out."
"She what?"
"Calm down, hon," Tim said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I told her I had plans with you. She said something about us being just friends, and how it was bullshit."
Julia laughed.
"Everyone knew," Tim continued. "Even people I don't know knew. Everyone knew but me."
"You knew," she replied. "You just didn't let yourself admit it. You have now."
"I know," Tim said. "But it took a year and a half. All this time, we could have--"
Julia put a finger on Tim's lips and said, "Shh."
"You were worth the wait," she added. "Don't worry about the past. Just focus on the future."
Tim didn't have a reply to that.
"So, were you tempted?" Julia asked.
"To do what?"
"Go out with Brandi."
Hello, loaded question.
"Wait," Tim said. "You're pretty much my girlfriend now, right?"
"I'm not a fan of the 'pretty much' part, but besides that, yeah," she answered. "If you're okay with that."
Tim pondered it for a half-second. He was expecting red flags and warning bells in his mind - he got none.
"More than okay with it," he said. "But now that we're together, you can't ask me what I think about other women."
"We weren't together when she asked you."
"Doesn't matter."
"Oh, shut up, Tim," Julia said. "She's attractive, right?"
"Most men would not kick her out of bed, no," Tim said. "But no, I wasn't tempted. You heard me outside earlier. I haven't wanted anyone else for most of the past year. Certainly not now."
"I believe you," she said. "But... I think she's pretty hot."
Tim's jaw muscles took a vacation. "You what?"
Julia laughed hard. "We're both open-minded, right? Never know what might happen in the future..."
Tim leaned down to kiss her, and they made out for a few more minutes. It lacked some of the intensity of a few minutes prior, but none of the passion.
Julia drifted off to sleep first. Tim wasn't far behind her, but he fell asleep wondering what might lie ahead. |
Fox Hunt Ch. 03 | 22,272 | 4.65 | 585,312 | [
"superheroine",
"comics",
"bondage",
"domination",
"captured"
] | **Chapter 3: Second Skin**
The crystal globe sang with reverberations as it rattled, the spotlight glinting off its surface in the darkness. Strong yet diminutive fists collided unrelentingly with the globe's interior wall with force enough to crumble mountains, but found pure diamentium giving no quarter. Perspiration began condensing on the taut sinuous muscles of the woman's defined back as she lashed out at the walls of her prison, her breath quickened, but steady. Silver Fox gritted her teeth as she threw herself into every punch, every ounce of her energy committed to her liberation, but diamentium proved itself more than a match for any force in the universe- even the greatest of all Foxes.
Red-faced and breathless, Silver slammed both fists angrily on the unbreakable crystal, growling in frustration. Exhausted, she leaned on the wall of her diamentium cell and shivered with rage, panting in silence until pointed words pierced the quiet...
"Undisciplined cow"
Silver's snow-white locks whipped around as she quickly turned to see a slim Asian woman dressed in green. "Bleeding chi all over the place- you spend so much energy and accomplish so very little." Jade Fox stood erect with her hands behind her back, one sharp eyebrow raised inquisitively, her mouth curled into a sneer. "It's so frustrating to see such power go to waste."
"You!" barked the captive heroine. "Let me out of here! I will not be treated this way!" she blustered as she crossed her arms over her naked breasts, her embarrassment feeding her seething anger.
"It seems like someone is shy..." grinned the Asian villainess as her black eyes caressed every inch of Silver's nakedness "Don't be...your body is quite a sight to behold."
"You *twisted*...let me out and I'll show you what my body can do!"
"I don't think so...as I said before- there are plans for you..."
Silver's eyes narrowed as it dawned on her that Jade's attention was no longer fixed on her, but on something beyond her...*behind* her. Spinning around, Silver's jaw dropped as she beheld a viscous pink substance bubbling up from the grated metal floor. "The slime!" she gasped, terrified. "You coward!" she roared at the evil Fox, "Are you too afraid to face me yourself?!?"
"Nonsense" retorted Jade, her hands now pressed up against the sphere, breathlessly watching the gelatinous mass growing within, "I've simply promised you to another..."
No sooner had the words escaped Jade's lips, that the slime began to shift and throb, it began to stretch and grow as if some creature within it were trying to escape. With the pulsing mass now a puddle three feet wide, the captive heroine pressed her back into the diamentium wall of her prison. Calm and flat as still water, movement began in the middle of the pink fluid. A small round shape began to rise out of the slime and slowly mould itself into its desired shape- a perfect likeness of the face of Silver Fox herself! Aghast, Silver watched as the pink face rose up out of its puddle to complete the head, then upwards to reveal the neck, shoulders, and onward until a complete impression of Silver Fox stood not five feet from her. But this was no mere statue- this slimy figure's breasts rose and fell in simulation of breath, eyes blinked autonomically, and as the puddle receded to be absorbed into the legs of this gelatinous being, it took its first step.
Horrified, Silver Fox turned to her captor and pounded frantically on the crystal globe. "Let me out!" she cried "Let me out of here! You bitch- come in here and face me yourself!"
Without warning, Silver felt something cool and wet grab her by the arm and spin her about, coming face to face with her mirror image as the creature clutched the heroine's wrists in it's greasy hands. It rammed Silver into the wall of her cell, their bellies touching, their groins grinding furiously as the creature's tongue slid up and down the heroine's neck. Silver trembled as her hands tingled with sensation. It felt as if something was under her skin fondling every nerve ending at once. Her body quaked with shameful delight and succumbed to the manipulations of her doppelganger.
It's will unopposed, the creature spun Silver Fox around, slamming her into the grated floor. The force of the impact shocked the heroine back to lucidity. Beneath this gelatinous beast, the heroine writhed and squirmed, but could not loose the death grip it held on her wrists. Her breath grew to a pant as the creature manipulated Silver's body chemistry and she found herself unwillingly in heat.
"They call you the greatest of the Foxes" spat Jade, "but all you power and all your training amounts to nothing when it comes to that tingle between your legs. When it comes down to it, you're just a dirty little whore, aren't you?"
Her voice quaking amidst her fading resolve, Silver fought to eke out words from her quivering lips."W-what is it d-d-*doing* to me...?"
"Not *what* darling...*who*. You're struggling against the good Doctor's latest creation; a sentient, liquid crystal automaton. We call her PLASMA....and she's very happy to meet you."
With Silver only faintly aware of Jade's words, the creature firmly and effortlessly pressed the heroine's arms to the floor above her head. There, with the Silver's wrists tightly in its grip, the slimy hands oozed and melted, until the heroine's hands were securely stuck to the grated floor. Satisfied that it's prey was properly restrained, the creature pulled it's arms away, while leaving the hands manacled around Silver's wrists, the creature's arms forming new hands in their place. "Plasma" was now free to have her way with Silver Fox, and the heroine could do nothing, her hands adhered to the floor.
Plasma gazed down on her captive with translucent eyes, her gaze pouring enviously over Silver's body. The creature's hands cupped its breasts and slid down her torso in anticipation, imagining how it would feel with a body of her own. Her hands drifted down to her crotch, gliding back and forth across her groin teasing the spot, manipulating it, until suddenly, a point began to stick out. A single spot between her legs, further and further out it sprouted until Plasma had formed a fully erect 10-inch cock.
"NO!" screeched Silver Fox "No! You *wouldn't!*"
"Calm down- In order to have a smooth transition, Plasma needs to relax you" cooed Jade Fox cryptically
Positioning herself at the mouth of Silver's pussy, Plasma carefully slid the slick head of her cock inside the heroine, and began to thrust. Silver instinctively tugged on her bound hands, but succeeded only in arching her back as waves of pleasure washed over her. Plasma's smouldering passion grew into wildfire as her hips rocked back and forth with increasing speed and aggression. Silver, her arousal matched only by her shame, uncontrollably wrapped her legs around Plasma's round, pink ass and pulled the creature deeper into herself while the greatest (and proudest) of all Foxes moaned like a whore.
Translucent hands slid up the heroine's body to her shapely tits, flopping back and forth as they were with every push. Cupping one breast in each hand, Plasma squeezed and fondled Silver, her fingers playing with the Fox's nipples as her slimy essence oozed into Silver's pours, further stimulating her from the inside out. The eroticism now at a fever pitch, the doppelganger lowered her face to her original and brought Silver's desperate mouth to hers. Their tongues frantically caressed and massaged each other, Silver's hips undulating as she hungrily pushed Plasma's member deeper into her sex with every fuck.
Her fingers interlocked, Silver felt the gelatinous cuffs around her wrists dissolve and disappear into her skin as the stimulating effects rushed down her arms and throughout her ecstatic body. Her lover's arms now free, Plasma sat back on her heels and grabbed Silver's left leg, swinging it over the right, rolling the heroine onto her side before pressing herself into Silver's back and continued thrusting as she fucked the pacified Fox in the spooning position. Gripping her lover's generous tits, Plasma massaged the bountiful mammaries while Silver's hands found their way to Plasma's and gripped them, squeezing her breasts even harder while she leaned her head back to eagerly kiss her doppelganger. Their lips playfully wrestling, Silver felt a tingle on her tongue as if kissing a battery.
Pulling loose from the liplock, Plasma hugged Silver's body tightly as she pumped her hips harder and harder with each thrust while Silver raced towards orgasm. Her excitement growing, Silver's breath grew more rapid, the tingling inside her spreading until finally her body granted her the release she so desperately craved and climaxed, the heroine crying out as she came.
Breathless, Silver panted as she wriggled in Plasma's embrace, her protestations now wholly forgotten in the post-coital glow. Her nose nestled in Silver's neck, Plasma enfolded herself into the heroine, the two spooning tightly on the grated metal floor. Enjoying the sensations that her double had evoked, Silver suddenly noticed Plasma hugging *tighter*, and *closer*. *But they were already belly-to-back*, Silver thought, *how could the embrace get any closer*? Then, puzzlement gave way to panic as Silver realized that Plasma had once again become liquid, and was now enwrapping her! Pink slime oozed around Silver's body from back to front, the heroine was terrified but unable to move- having trickled deep into the young Fox's biology, Plasma had immobilized Silver's body, leaving her petrified. Unable to lift a finger to repel this assault, Silver's terror gave voice to a scream.
As the slimy form of Plasma encased Silver Fox, the heroine could feel the automaton seep into her pours and push deeper into her anatomy- into her skin, her organs, and through her bloodstream. The pain was unimaginable, but then hijacking one's nervous system is no gentle procedure. One by one Silver could feel her synapses fall to this invasion. Gradually, sensation returned to her, and the pink coating around her felt as if an extension of her body.
With a broad smile, Jade Fox removed a small device from her belt and tapped the touchscreen. With an audible *swoosh*, a section of Silver's spherical prison slid away and the evil Fox stepped into the glass menagerie and knelt down to the subdued heroine. Gently laying hands on the young woman's body, Jade tenderly ran her fingers through Silver's snow-white hair while soothingly shushing.
"There there" the villainess cooed, "just relax." Taking Silver's now-pink hand in hers, Jade sat up and placed another hand on her back. "We'll take it slowly now, just try to stand up."
Shattered, Silver whimpered as she looked up at the evil Fox. "I...I don't think I *can*..."
Jade's thin lips hardened and pursed as she looked down upon the fallen heroine. "I wasn't talking to *you*!" she snapped.
Startlingly, Silver's limbs began to move with no effort on her part. Her alarm grew when her body seemed to move with a mind of it's own while lumbering shakily to her feet. "Wh-what's happening?" she blurted "Why can't I control myself?!?"
Only half-listening, Jade grinned from ear to ear as she admired Silver's new exterior. The pink film covered the heroine's body from the tips of her fingers all the way up her arms and down her torso, with most of her front exposed save her breasts and crotch. The film then tapered off around her legs, leaving her legs bare, until covered again by pink film in the style of stilettoed thigh-high boots. Plasma had bonded so completely to Silver Fox that it formed a second skin. To rip it off her body would be akin to tearing flesh from the bone. Finally at rest, Plasma was no longer a slime, but crystallized into a prism or jewel. Nonetheless, it still moved with fluidity and grace as if liquid. Jade's hands glided over Silver's new form, groping every facet of her body as she circled her- Silver making no attempt to recoil, only a small tensing of her muscles being the best she could manage.
"I'm sorry, Silver" purred Jade Fox, "But your magnificent body is simply too valuable to do away with. I'm afraid it's been repurposed."
"What are you *talking* about?" Silver stammered "What have you *done* to me?!?!"
The villainess cuddled up to her captive and brought her face inches away from Silver's- staring hungrily into her eyes while the heroine stood paralyzed, her gaze locked straight ahead.
"You see, Silver" Jade continued, "Plasma can take any shape she wants, but it's like tensing a muscle- she can only keep it up for so long before she has to relax back into her liquid state. She needs a proper container...and she's grown quite enamoured with you!"
*"M....ME?!"* squeaked the heroine.
"Yes, Silver. When Plasma first engulfed you during your capture, she probed every crevice of you, creating a perfect mould. And now that she's got you all mapped out, she's moving in! While she manipulated your body chemistry she's molecularly bonded with you! Seeping into you, right down to your marrow and saturating every cell in your body...which will- in the immediate future- become *her* body!"
"NO!" shrieked Silver Fox "*No!* You can't do this! It's *my body*!
"*It's already too late*!" giggled Jade, "She's asserting control over every biological function, and you're being squeezed out! She's fast at work augmenting you! Increasing strength, speed- and you're powerless to lift a finger! Think of it...my very own *Fox Golem*!"
Silver Fox's mind raced with terror while her body stood submissively at attention. Supremely satisfied, Jade clasped Silver's hand and stepped out of the opening in the holding cell, leading Silver's body obediently along. Try as she might, Silver Fox could offer no resistance- her body had a new mistress. Now out in the open, Jade stood Silver still, holding the heroine's face in her hands, and smiled.
"I wouldn't worry too much about not being in control" mused the villainess, "You won't have to suffer the indignity long."
Pulling Silver close to her, Jade nuzzled into the heroine, one hand on the nape of her neck, and one on the small of her back.
"When Plasma seeps deep enough into your brain, she'll begin to assimilate your thoughts. One by one, she'll devour and absorb your memories until she is all that remains, and there is nothing left of you- *murdered in your own mind*.
"No!" Cried the heroine, "*Goddess* *NO!"*
Franticly, she tried to summon every ounce of willpower to command her limbs to lash out- run away- anything! But to no avail. There she stood, unable to break free of the Asian villainess' loving embrace.
Pulling her face away from her captive's, Jade slid her one hand from Silver's back to her abs, and then downward.
"Soon, Plasma" cooed Jade, "Soon your life will be your own. Until then..." Jade's fingers found Silver's crotch, and began messaging her pussy "...allow me to give you a housewarming present."
Silver was startled at the unfamiliar feeling rousing in her loins. Plasma was now a part of her body, and she could feel what she felt, just as intuitively as her own skin. The heroine felt the sensation grow until it felt as if it would spill out of her...and then, it did. To her disbelief, the viscous fluid around her womanhood shifted and swirled until it protruded and grew- forging itself into a 10-inch cock!
A pleased Jade took the phallus in her hand and began to firmly stroke the shaft. Silver, disgusted as she was, was no less overpowered by this stimulation as Plasma expertly manipulated her pleasure centres.
"Enjoy this, Hero" Jade said breathily as she slid down to her knees before the subdued heroine, "It will be the greatest rapture of your life..." pulling the geisha sticks out of her hair, Jade's raven locks tumbled down her back, and the evil Fox looked up at Silver's terror-stricken face. "*And it might just be the last*!"
With that, Jade took Silver Fox's long pink cock into her mouth and went to work. Horrified as she was, Silver was overcome by such ecstasy, and was carried away by the bliss of her first blow job.
\+++++++++++++++++++++++++
A cold, sharp pain shot through Violet Fox's jaw as it slammed onto the grated steel floor. Her head swimming, she still had the wherewithal to make out the giggling of her assailant over her shoulder. A shaft of light from the open doorway illuminated Jade Fox standing over Violet with arms crossed.
A self-satisfied smirk on the villainess' face, her eyes poured over every inch of Violet's naked body. Having spent over an hour beating the young heroine, she now admired her handiwork, studying Violet's muscles as they quivered and strained while she slowly pushed herself off the floor. Gleefully, Jade took note of what parts still remained in good shape- making mental notes to work over those areas next session.
"I hope you didn't get *too* carried away..." came a voice from the doorway. Jade looked back over her shoulder to spy a tall black figure, adorned with a snow-white bustier standing just inside the shadowy holding cell. One hand was sliding the white silk of her glove across her clavicle, while the other held a black leather medical bag in front of her. "...I know how much you enjoy your work."
"Pearl Fox" Jade answered inquisitively, her head nodding towards the bag in her cohort's possession. "Don't tell me you're growing concerned for these whores' well-being?"
"Orders, I'm afraid" chimed Pearl, "Vanessa wants to stretch their misery out as long as possible, so I'm to see to her minimal needs."
Jade let out a *humph* as she looked back to Violet, shakily getting to her feet, her arms wrapped around her battered body. "It would be kinder just to put her out of her misery..." the Asian Fox said snidely as she leaned in closer to her prey, "You hear that, cow? We're setting you back up just so we can knock you down again tomorrow."
Spinning on her heel, Jade strode back the way she had entered, leaving the captive Fox in Pearl's charge. As she passed, Pearl noticed that Jade was wearing her hair down today, and had a little spring in her step. *Things must have gone well with Silver,* she thought, and the cell door slid shut behind Jade as she made her way back to her quarters to rendezvous with her new girlfriend.
Violet Fox grimaced as she fought to remain vertical, her eyes full of fury as they met Pearl. "Whatever you've got" she choked "you can keep it...I won't have-" Without warning, the heroine's spiteful words were cut off, as her strength gave out and she stumbled. She momentarily lost her balance and would have fallen flat on her face again, were it not for the waiting silk hands of Pearl Fox. Deftly grabbing Violet by the arms, she managed to steady the heroine and keep her upright. Her soothing touch immediately placated the injured brunette, who compliantly walked as the villainess led her to the prison cot in the corner. Sitting Violet down, Pearl perched herself beside her and unclasped her leather bag. "I'm serious..." Violet eked, "I don't want anything you-" Her words were cut off again, but this time by the ivory-clad Fox.
"Quiet" Pearl gently said. It was not an order. "Please listen, we don't have a lot of time." Reaching into her bag, Pearl removed a clear plastic container the size of a Dixie cup. Unscrewing the lid, she thrust it into Violet's hands. "Vanessa's been milking Butter nonstop, she's been giving us all doses...this is all I could spare without being noticed."
Placing one hand on the heroine's shoulder, she brought the container to the heroine's mouth. Confused, Violet was in no condition to resist and drank the milk obediently. The Sweet taste of Fox milk sent a tingle through her lips and a warm feeling through her body as she swallowed. Gradually, the dull pain throughout her body eased, although it did not disappear.
Composing herself, Violet looked suspiciously at Pearl, for she could not fathom the reason for such compassion. "I...I don't understand..." she managed, "Why would you...?"
Anxious, Pearl interrupted yet again. "We all admit that the Institute has significant faults, but not all of us are comfortable with Vanessa's course of action. Her methods are...*questionable* at best." Agitated, Pearl took Violet's hands in hers and held them tightly. "I have to get back. For the time being, you have to endure until we can make our move." Spontaneously, Pearl's head darted in and brought her glossy lips to Violet's- placing a quick, sweet kiss before standing up and dashing back to the doorway with her bag in hand. The door opened with a *swish,* and Pearl spun back around to Violet. "We'll think of something- until then, you have to hold on- *please*!"
And with that, the door *swished* shut again, and Violet was left sitting on the cot. Speechless, she touched her hand to her mouth, the taste of the kiss still fresh on her lips.
***TO BE CONTINUED...*** |
1:23 Ch. 04 | 17,585 | 4.71 | 1,177,757 | [
"asian female",
"japanese female",
"small tits",
"facial",
"reluctance",
"celebrity",
"wicked witch",
"green skin",
"group sex",
"interracial love"
] | Part one-Harriet's Troubles.
Harriet Kono sat twisting the ends of her long black hair, an automatic reflex brought on by stress. Her grandmother told her millions of times that twisting her hair made her look nervous and twitchy.
"Good paying companies don't hire nervous girls that twist their hair," Harriet said aloud in a stern mocking voice in imitation of her grandmother.
She kept twisting her hair as she looked around her well supplied lab here at the Honolulu University campus. Everything was paid for by Mr. Imperial and that included a HEFTY stipend.
"Big paying companies DO hire twitchy nervous girls so shut the fuck up, obaasan," Harriet said in defiance of her long dead grandmother. Of course, if her grandmother had been in the room Harriet wouldn't have been able to look her in the eye let alone say such a disrespectful thing to her face.
The Imperial people had paid for everything she asked for without question. They didn't even ask to see receipts. But she saved them anyway. At first she ordered just stuff she needed. But as time went by, she grew bolder and asked for more elaborate and expensive things. At the top of her latest list were several snazzy partitions to break up her lab space, two fully loaded expensive laptops, an adjustable hospital bed, the latest I-pad and an expensive ergonomic office chair that she could sleep in if she chose too. She felt a little guilty because the partitions were a little indulgent ... perhaps the second computer was too, the I-pad for sure ... okay, so was the chair.
She looked around her lab again. The partitions made the space look more professional she thought. Looking professional was a big deal to Harriet. Her mother and father were scientists too. At some point she planed on giving them a tour of her shiny new lab. She wanted ... she NEEDED the place to look just right when she showed them the brain tube.
Harriet realized she had used Kent's term BRAIN TUBE for the devise she was working on for Mr. Imperial. Her official name for the device was the enhancing-cerebral-stimulator-processor. Kent couldn't remember any of that so he dubbed the thing the brain tube. It sound so stupid. But she had to admit that it was growing on her. She imagined that You-Tube might have sounded dumb when if first came out. Now look how big it was. "The BRAIN TUBE will be BIGGER." she said with a swell of pride.
Pride of another sort washed over her as she recalled how she had used her feminine wilds to seduce Kent Orlando to volunteer. Harriet was a pretty girl, but years of being a science geek never allowed her to develop a true feminine allure. Her seduction had been a bit clumsy, even laughable at times, but certainly exciting for Harriet. It helped that Kent had a fetish Asian girl crush on her thus improving her odds of success by several percentage points. All that aside, Harriet had a thing for Jocks like Kent. To this day, no one but her friend Ashley knew that Harriet mooned over ball players of all sorts. Russel Wilson, quarterback of the Sea Hawks was her latest crush, before that it was David Beckham and before him Tom Brady for a loooong time. She pushed aside her rambling thoughts, sat in her expensive ergonomic chair and ran her fingers along the soft fabric siding of the nearest office partition.
"He's sitting up and is gonna say something irrelevant," Harriet said aloud.
She got up and stepped around the partition to the designated lab side of her space. No such luck. Kent lay unmoving on the adjustable hospital bed with the brain tube device surrounding his head. The thing covered most of his face. Kent commented that it made him feel like Dr. Doom from the Fantastic Four. It seemed to Harriet the jocks read a lot of comic books.
She looked up at the standard round university clock on the wall above Kent's bed. It was 2:34 in the afternoon. She typed a note in one of her laptops that Kent has been under for one hour and eleven minutes. It was a short period of time but it seemed like weeks to her. For Kent ... and Harriet when she visited the world of the brain tube, hours and days would pass, yet in the real world only a hand full of minutes went by, sometimes just seconds. Harriet couldn't decide if the compressed time was a good thing or a destabilizing veritable. The experiment had started at 1:23 in the afternoon. She had voiced the time aloud and Kent had made a lame joke about the numbers in all in a row 1,2,3.
"He says the most stupid things."
She checked his heartbeat on the monitor ... a bit fast but near normal. She manually took his blood pressure with a blood pressure cuff. It was a little high too but still within safe parameters. Except for a few minor muscle twitches, he remained totally still. Her eyes traveled down his body and focused on his erection bulging in his shorts. The erection had formed at the start and had remained constant to now. She left THAT tiny bit of data out of her notes. She put aside the blood pressure cuff and started twisting the ends of her hair a feelings of dread threatened to wash over her.
"This was too soon after Alice," she whispered. "I should have waited, done more tests."
Thinking of Alice Mihara piled on guilt on top of the dread. Alice Mihara and Harriet were first cousins and Harriet had taken advantage of Alice's old fashion Japanese sense of familial obligation. Basically, she quilted Alice into participating.
On the day when things went bad with Alice, her friend Ashley Grant, a scientist from a different department had come to her rescue. Fortunately, Ashley had agreed to keep quiet about the incident but only after giving Harriet a pointless tongue lashing about scientific ethics. Unfortunately for Harriet, Joy Maeda, Alice's annoying big mouth friend had come too. Joy and Alice were friends going way back and Joy threatened to go to the dean. Thankfully, it was Alice who had talked her out of it.
Anyway, Joy had accused Harriet of fucking up her own cousin's head for money.
But that was hardly accurate. Yes, money was involved, but it was the prestige of working for Mr. Imperial that Harriet truly craved. That seemed a little less insidious but stupid head Joy Maeda couldn't see pass the money. And Alice was fine ... mostly. Joy was a dance major and she knew shit about what a scientist had to go through to get results.
Harriet looked over at one of her open laptops on a work table nearby. A little green bird flashed in the lower right corner. Huxtable, her peacock avatar, had found Kent in the world of the brain tube. It took only four and a half minutes this time, big improvement over the sixteen minutes from the last hunt. It seemed so surreal that she had to hunt for him every time he escaped her in the world of the helmet when he physically lay before her. The temptation to shake him violently to wake him up was overwhelming. Then she remembered what happened when she had done just that to Alice. As she mused darkly, her eyes settled on Kent's erection in his shorts.
She slapped her forehead. "Stop it! Get focused girl!"
She walked back to the office side of the partition, sat down in her ergonomic chair and picked up the smaller augmentation helmet. "I'm getting him out this time," she said with conviction.
She adjusted her chair so that she was practically laying on her back and held her new helmet above her for inspection. Like the big helmet around Kent's head, it would cover her eyes and ears but it was lighter, sleeker in design and totally wireless. She had learned a lot making the smaller helmet and planned to reduce the bulky, hardwired one first chance she got. She poked at the mouth piece and beamed with pride at the new addition, it engaged the tongue and teeth thus enhancing taste and the act of eating. She recalled eating a piece of pizza at one of the campus kiosks when she was hunting for Kent. The taste and texture of the pizza had been amazingly real. She imagined Mr. Imperial gushing over that innovation. The new helmet had no on switched to worry about, the simple act of putting it on would start it up. Taking it off would shut it down just as easily, something she wished she had taken the time to fix on the old helmet. Still holding the new helmet aloft, she took another minute to make sure all was operational but she knew she was merely stalling putting it on.
She let out a deep sigh and wished to hell that Kent's imagined world wasn't so SEXUAL. The first test with Alice's had had a dark sexual bent too but Harriet had attributed that to her cousin's personality quarks and over active imagination. She thought she was safe with Kent who told lame jokes and clearly lacked ANY imagination. But the sex thing happened again proving that it was a problem with the software and not the test subjects. Harriet had been clueless at the intensity of Alice's experiences. But with the augmentation helmet she was right in the middle of Kent's dirty adventures.
"Stop stalling ... just deal, okay?"
The day before she used the helmet on Kent, she had sent out a purge program to clear out the old Alice stuff. Hours later, the purge program checked back saying that is had cleansed ninety six percent of the corrupt files. At the time, she thought that good enough but perhaps the remaining four percent was gumming up the works somehow. After she got Kent free of the helmet, she planned on cleaning out Kent's creations too. Then she would start from scratch. There HAD to be a way to nix the sexual path to the brain the helmet was taking. No way was she was going to report all this shameful sex stuff to Mr. Imperial and his people. It never occurred to her that the sex stuff might be interesting to Mr. Imperial. All she wanted was the helmet to work to her set specifications PEIRIOD. She sat up, went to her second laptop, hit some keys and sent a MUCH more aggressive debugging program after the last bits of Alice contamination.
Harriet lay back in the chair and slipped on the augmentation helmet and wrapped her lips around the new mouth piece. A wave of euphoric bliss blanketed her much like the onset of a marijuana high. The euphoria was way too brief though and she had to stamp down a surge of panic as Kent's imagined world became real and solid all around her. She found herself standing in the commons quad between the four round dorm towers.
"Always on campus," Harriet said with a shake of her head.
She saw Huxtable her peacock avatar standing at the door of the Aloha cafeteria and she headed in that direction.
Part two-Breakfast with Alice
Kent sat at a table at the Aloha cafeteria that serviced the four round dorm towers of Honolulu University. Across from him sat Alice Mihara steadily shoveled fried rice into her mouth with her fingers. She had a fork but chose to ignore it.
None of this is real, he thought. The food she was eating, the table, the cafeteria, Alice, even himself. This was all created by the brain tube. The real Kent Orlando lay in a hospital bed in Harriet Kono's lab at the science and technology center on campus. He mindlessly took a sip of lukewarm, grayish cafeteria coffee from the cup in front of him. He made a face. 'I should wish for a cup of Sumatra instead of this swill,' he thought.
"If you wanna keep secrets you shouldn't think so loudly," Alice said with a full mouth.
Alice was a slim tiny Asian woman at five two or three. Kent was a little over six feet with the wiry muscle tone of a basketball player. He towered over her and had a hundred fifty pounds on her easy. Yet the chick frightened him to no end. Barely an hour before, Alice was an obsidian giant ten feet tall and he watched her brutally murder three people.
"Sorry about that," Alice said.
Kent cringed. Having his thoughts read was so unsettling.
"I thought that you and your friends were attack programs," Alice said, "Harriet's been sending them at me for a long time." She tipped her cup of coffee back, took a sip and grimaced. "You're right, this is truly SHITTY coffee. If you focus hard enough bet you can get us something decent."
"Why don't you do it?" Kent asked cautiously. The woman had the power, he had seen her in action.
"I could," she said. "But this is your fold, your center of power. You had better figure out how to use it." She grabbed a hand full of rice with her fingers and stuffed her mouth in a most unladylike fashion.
"No food in your fold?" he ask, appalled at her at her savage table manners.
With her mouth full, she said, "Harriet's attack programs make things hard to come by. This cafeteria food is the best I've had in long time."
Kent couldn't get his mind off of how she so easily killed Donny, Joan and Suki.
"You had better learn to cover your thoughts," Alice said.
Even though he had no idea how to do it, he made an effort to read Alice's thoughts. His focus was interrupted by a sudden blaring of an old Beatles song 'Helter Skelter.' Kent looked around to see where it was coming from.
"And again ... sorry about your friends," Alice said.
"I don't know why I'm so upset," Kent said looking back at her. "None of this is fucking real!"
"You had better change your thinking about that right now. In this world of the cerebral enhancer—"
"Brain tube," Kent said. "We call it the brain tube now."
"Whatever!" Alice said irritated as she picked up her unused fork and pointed it at him. "THIS world is real and the other is too faraway to matter. We can all die here." For just a second her eyes went totally black reminding Kent of the murdering monster she was.
"For me it's just game over," Kent said in spite of his fear of her.
"That's what I thought too," Alice said and went back to her fried rice. This time she used the fork but it only marginally improving her table manners as she shoveled rapid fire fork fulls into her mouth.
Her comment about dying quieted Kent for a few moments. After a small stretch of silence, he dared to ask, "What happened to you."
"I want pancakes," she said and stood up with her tray. "Work at getting us a decent cup of coffee."
He watched her get in line with other students at the breakfast buffet. He found it odd that she didn't simply go to the front of the line. In this world, she was a virtual god and could do as she pleased. He took the time to check her out: He assumed she was Japanese because her last name, Mihara, sounded Japanese to him. She wore jeans and a hippy white blouse edged with flowers, slight of figure with long black hair, she was beautiful in a quiet unassuming way. He was totally afraid of her ... but the stupid male part of him wanted to please her too. He looked at his mug of muddy coffee and willed it to turn into Starbucks ... Sumatra would be nice. "Change!" he commanded summoning all his Charlton Heston-Moses fury ... but nothing happened.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when a person plopped next to him at the table. His fright turned to relief when he saw that it was Nefertiti Ulamat. Not the real Nefertiti of course but the version conjured up by his sexual psyche. It occurred to Kent that he hardly knew the real Nefertiti who worked as a TA in his anthropology 101 class, bet this Nefertiti he knew very well. She had been his guide from the first. To say the least, he was pleased to see her.
Nefertiti, or Neffie as she liked to be called plopped a cup carryall onto the table with three grande size cups of coffee. The tray overflowed with little half and half creamers and packets of sugar.
"Sumatra times three," Neffie said with a sweet bright smile.
His pleasure seeing her quickly turned to concern. "Get out of here!" Kent said in a desperate whisper. "I'm with Alice!"
Neffie's smile evaporated as Alice approached with her tray stacked high with food.
"Hello Neffie," Alice said frostily as she sat and claimed one of the coffees along with some creamers and packets of sugar.
"Hi, Alice" Neffie said with a cool edge too as she busied herself with her own cup of coffee.
Did they know each other? Kent wondered. It seemed unlikely. Neffie was a manifestation of Kent's psyche so he had to assume that Alice had read his mind and found her name. Neffie knew of Alice's existence because Alice was a force everyone feared here in the world of the brain tube. In fact, it was Neffie who had first warned her about Alice. Still though, they acted like old friends with hard feelings.
"Alice and I knew each other before Harriet put the helmet on you," Neffie said timidly.
"How did you—" Kent started to say but Alice cut him off.
"Dude! Really! Everyone can hear your thoughts! Anyway, Neffie and I were kind of friends in the other world too."
Neffie shrugged. "Can't say much about that. That other girl isn't me."
"I thought that Neffie was one of my creations?" Kent asked surprised and confused.
"Neffie first appeared in one of my sexual fantasies," Alice said with a mouth full of pancake. "It was an all girl orgy with a chick named Meka Okuda, Scarlet Johansson and Courtney Cox the sexy cougar version."
Neffie gave a tiny half smile. "Kent has been trying to get to Meka Okuda too."
"Everybody wants to fuck that chick," Alice said. "In the other world she's a photographer. I posed for her a couple of times but never got in her pants."
"The real Alice had fantasies of you too?" Kent asked Neffie in disbelief.
"Don't know," Neffie said.
"She was on the radar," Alice said. "This Neffie though was my wing girl in almost all my adventures here."
"Until you went ... dark," Neffie said guardedly.
"Until I went dark," Alice repeated with a crisp nod. "I'm sorry."
"You are under constant attack," Neffie said. "I understand."
A long uncomfortable silence followed.
"She's been a good wing girl for me too," Kent said, daring to break the silence.
Neffie smiled. "Part of two people's sexual fantasies makes me a busy girl."
"You asked what happened to me?" Alice said to Kent.
Kent decided he ultimately didn't want to know.
"Too late to back out now," Alice said reading his mind. "I was the first test subject for the ... what did you call it now?"
"The brain tube," Kent said.
"Right, brain tube," Alice said. "Harriet and I are related. First cousins. She thought our family relations was the reason that I volunteer to help. Far from it, I was on a mission of sorts having to do with the technology she was developing ... but that was in the other world and the mission went away with the other Alice. Anyway, I let Harriet put the thing on my head. She thought that my experiences would be ... you know normal or something. Like surfing a big wave, climbing a mountain, kayaking ... whatever. The girl has no imagination if you ask me. Anyway, all my fantasies were sexual."
"Mine too," Kent said.
Alice laughed with very little humor. "Harriet must have thought that she had solved that little glitch if she's at it again. She must have gotten some fresh money from her corporate handlers too." Alice aggressively stabbed ar an obscene length of Portuguese sausage with her fork.
"She can piggyback in Kent's world with some kind of mini helmet," Neffie said. "She thought she could control things first hand. Didn't quite work out that way."
"She can come here? I could talk to her?" Alice asked sounding shocked.
"I don't think that would be a good idea," Neffie warned dropping her eyes to her lap.
"The bitch has been trying to kill me for years," Alice said darkly. Her eyes went black on black again.
"I don't think she knows that it's you she's been attacking," Neffie said without looking up.
"Whoa! Did you say YEARS?" Kent asked.
"Yeah! Fucking YEARS!" Alice yelled and stood up from the cafeteria table. "I lived in a dark place for countless fucking YEARS just to stay alive!" Alice started to grow and her skin darkened to a shiny gray-granite. She was about to turn into the ten foot tall obsidian giant that had killed Donny, Jane and Suki. Kent got up and backed away but Neffie remained seated.
"Alice, please," Neffie said in a tone both pleading and soothing.
It worked. Alice reverted to her slim form and sat down heavily.
Neffie looked at Kent standing a few feet away. She patted the spot next to her urging him to sit down again. Reluctantly, he did.
"This dark place," Kent said, "can it happen to me?"
"Only if you die, Alice said taking a savage bite out of the Portuguese sausage at the end of her fork.
Part three-Hello Darkness
"Holy shit!" Kent barked. "The real Alice died while using the helmet? I could die too!"
Alice kept eating and didn't appear she was going to say more on the subject.
"The other Alice was fine," Neffie said. "Well kinda ... she didn't die anyway. The real Alice was spazzing out in Harriet's lab. Harriet panicked and pulled the helmet off her head."
"I wasn't spazzing! I was having an orgasm!" Alice said with a mouth full of sausage. "I was in the middle of a threesome with brad Pit and Hugh Jackman for Christ sakes."
"Not Brad Pitt," Neffie said. "It was Orlando Bloom,"
"Yes! Legolas pointy ears and all! What a night that was!"
Neffie cracked a smile.
"Anyway, that idiot Harriet thinks I'm having a fucking seizure and pulls the helmet off my head. The world goes black and I'm falling like ... forever!" Overwhelming Images of Alice falling and screaming filled Kent's head. The Beatles 'Helter Skelter' started up again somewhere in the cafeteria and the images went away. Alice went quiet, put her sausage down and pushed her breakfast plate away. "I thought the falling would go on forever." Tears drifted down her face. In a soft voice, she continued, "Then someone was gripped my hand." Alice looked at her hand like she was seeing it for the first time. She reached over and gently brushed Neffie's cheek and gave the girl a tearful smile. "Neffie saved me from the darkness."
Tears leaked from Neffie's eyes too. "I was falling too," Neffie said. I wanted to give up but I knew that if I did I'd wink out of existence ... die I guess. Then I saw a light. Don't ask me why but I was sure that it was Alice. I willed myself in her direction. The closer I got, the brighter the world became around me. Things became solid ... at some point I stop falling and found myself standing on a floor ... then a grassy hill ... then a beach. It kept changing but it was always solid and calming ... I was scared that it would all go away if I didn't get to Alice."
"You found me," Alice said now gripping one of Neffie's hands.
"We created a world together," Neffie said with a fresh radiant smile.
Alice laughed. "It took a little while in the beginning. I had to get used to the fact that the real Alice went away with the helmet and I was just some computer doppelganger, some freak psychic echo left behind. When I learned to embrace this world we had a fucking blast!"
"Legolas was around a lot in the beginning," Neffie said with a giggle.
"Until I dumped his for Jude Law," Alice said.
"Legolas was pissed!" Neffie said. "He was gonna put an arrow through Jude's head."
"Fortunately John Steward was there to talk sense into him!"
"It was fucking crazy!" Neffie said her eyes full of tears but she was laughing too.
"John Steward? The Daily show guy?" Kent asked.
"The guy is sexy!" Alice insisted. "I'd fuck him!"
"And that you did!" Neffie said.
"So you didn't die?" Kent said with relief.
"I did,Kent," Alice said losing the mirth in her voice. "But I was lucky to have my own private Vergil to guide me out of the darkness."
Kent didn't find anything she said to be reassuring. "So you were a friend of Harriet ... you know ... before all this?" Kent asked Alice.
"No, we shared a mutual friend in Ashley Grant thought."
"No way!" Kent said. "I used to date her back in Ohio! She a student here?"
"A grad in the genetic science department. You must know Joy Maeda then?" Alice said.
"Yeah, she was Ashley's friend. They were inseparable."
"I should look Ashley up," Kent said.
Alice's eyes, whites and all, went totally black.
"Whoa! What did I say?" Kent asked in a panic.
Alice's eyes returned to normal. "I gotta go," she said. "My fold in under serious attack." She gave Kent a hard look. "Stay clear of Harriet. We'll talk more when I get back." She got up and weirdly took her tray with her, dumped her trash and put the tray in the bus area. Kent watched her walk out of the Cafeteria.
Part Four-Visitor from the West
Kent looked at Neffie. "Is she crazy?" he asked
''She's been under attack for years ... maybe a little bit," Neffie said.
"And MAYBE I should find Harriet and get out of this madhouse."
"You could," Neffie said. "But the moment you leave, Harriet will turn off the brain tube probably for good. Me, Alice, everything," she waved her hands at the interior of the cafeteria, "will be gone like it never happened."
"You said I'm the second person to use the helmet," Kent said. "You're still here. Clearly you survived turning off the first time."
"You don't know what you're talking about," Neffie said sounding cross. "Harriet didn't turn the first helmet off immediately. She downloaded the data into her laptop. At the same time she engaged an organizing program. That program became Huxtable. I hate that fucking bird. The reorganizing of the data was horrible. Alice and I were the only personalities to survived the download. I think I survived because I just happen to be on Alice's mind during the purge. Huxtable couldn't destroy Alice for some reason. Everyone else in the world was torn apart before my eyes, reassembled then compressed." Neffie's eyes dropped and she fiddled with her cup of Sumatra.
After a long pause, Kent asked gently, "Alice said you saved her life."
"Other way around, Neffie whispered. "I was alone for a real long time though ... I refused to die ... I searched until I found her ... can we talk about something else?"
Kent wanted to know more about download but she looked so miserable that he decided to back off on the subject and asked instead, "If I told you to take me to Harriet would you?"
"No. Not until Alice comes back."
"What if she doesn't?"
She didn't answer and kept playing with her coffee cup.
"If I told you that I'd keep Harriet from shutting down the brain tube or downloading the data the way she did the first time. Would that make you happy?"
"Big time," Neffie said giving him one of her dazzling toothy grins. "I still wanna wait for Alice if that's okay."
"Sure, as long as Huxtable don't find us."
"I'll keep an eye out for that dirty bird," Neffie said.
"So Donny's dead?" he asked her. The Donny he was referring to was the brain tube version of his best friend. The real Donny was back in Ohio probably stoned and watching the Comedy Channel.
"Sorry," Neffie said. "I liked him."
"So what's keeping me from conjuring him up again?" Kent asked.
"I wouldn't," Neffie said seriously. "Alice tried that with a friend that died here. He came back a zombie. He was really scary. Alice had to cut off his head and burn the body."
Kent contemplated what an undead zombie Donny would be like and cringed. A slim pretty girl with creamy brown skin standing in line at the breakfast buffet caught his attention. The girl looked familiar. "Should we go somewhere to keep Harriet's peacock from finding us?" he asked half distracted by the girl at the breakfast buffet line.
"Doesn't work that way," Neffie said. "When Huxtable starts looking he'll find you no mater where you think you are."
"So we just sit here and wait for Alice?" he asked. The girl in line paid for her food and walked in their general direction.
Neffie saw how distracted he was and followed his gaze. "Kent, really? Is this the time for one of your sexual fantasies?"
"What do you mean? It's just some girl I know," he said with an innocent shrug.
The girl walked passed them and sat at a table close by.
"So you how do you know Mila Kunis?" Neffie asked.
Oh," Kent said intrigued. "Donny is a real fan of hers."
"Clearly you're a fan too," Neffie said with a shake of her head.
"Yeah, but I never stalked her on line the way Donny did." Kent said looking at Kunis with great interest.
"We should REALLY stay focused and wait for Alice's return," Neffie said with a roll of her eyes.
Kent nodded but his eyes were stuck on Kunis.
"You're thinking with your dick," Neffie said with a sigh.
"It would be rude to ignore her," Kent said.
Heavy sigh. "Okay, Let's figure out who she is. Recall all the Kunis movies you've seen and call out names of the characters."
"It could be just Mila Kunis," Kent said.
"Not how you work," Neffie said. "You have crushes with the characters on the screen not the real people who play them."
"I would HARDLY call my interest crushes," Kent protested.
"You mooned over Natalie Portman's character from 'Thor' for months. Then there was the blond chick from 'House of Lies,' then the the animated version of Gazelle from 'Enchanted'—"
"I did not have a crush on a CARTOON character," Kent denied adamantly.
"I've been in your head and I beg to differ. Do I need to bring up a certain ice princess' sister from 'Frozen,' voiced by said 'House of Lies chick?"
"Never mind," Kent said quickly. He focused on Kunis. "I'll start with the old TV show she starred in." He looked at Mila and said, "Jackie?" She didn't look up from her food. "I saw 'Friends With benefits' but I don't know the character's name."
"Yes you do," Neffie said. "If you've seen the movie, you know every scene, every line. With the brain tube, you can recall every experience from your life if you chose to."
"The brain tube can do that?" Kent asked surprised. "That's kinda of cool."
The possibilities of Harriet's invention appeared boundless. But the more he thought about it the less cool it seemed. This could lead to some serious privacy issues, he thought.
"It would be the end of all secrets," Neffie whispered back reading his mind.
Her comment seemed WAY more sinister than his thoughts. "Hope Harriet ain't talking to the NSA," Kent said with a chill.
"Tell me the name of Mila's character from 'Friends With Benefits,'" Neffie said.
Just like that, he was watched the movie from beginning to end on the sofa in Donny's parents' basement back in Ohio. They were eating hot chicken wings and drinking Rolling Rocks. Donny kept making rude comments about Justin Timberlake's character calling him dickless and worst.
"Jamie!" Kent said. Mila didn't respond again. "I didn't see Black Swan even though Donny went on about the lesbian sex scene with Natalie Portman. I saw Ted on Netflicks." He had the name instantly. "Lori?"
No response from Kunis.
"Did you see Jupiter Rising?" Neffie asked.
"No," Kent said and pondered a bit more."
Mila Kunis stood up from her table and picked up her tray. Her eyes met Kent's and she beamed him a smile.
"I think she's coming our way," Neffie said.
Mila walked toward them. She wore a simple white summer dress tight at the waist accentuating her pleasing slim figure. She plopped her tray down on the table and sat next to Neffie across from Kent.
As he admired her beautiful exotic face, kent had a disturbing thought. He swallowed and whispered, "Theodora?"
Mila gave him a radiant smile. "The one and only," she said batting her huge eyes.
"Really? You have a thing for the wicked witch of the west?" Neffie asked incredulously.
Part Five-The Wicked Witch.
"Um ... shouldn't you be green?" Kent asked lamely.
"Not fully wicked just yet. You see before you the version of me before eating the evil apple," Mils Kunis AKA Theodora the wicked witch of the west, said with a small crooked grin as she stabbed a home fry potato with her fork.
After a brief pause to organize his thoughts, Kent asked, "You know what you are?"
"Yes I do, but more importantly, I know what YOU are," Theodora said as she ate her potato.
"What is he," Neffie asked sounding a little haughty. Clearly, she didn't care for the woman.
Responding to Neffie's tone, Theodora gave a fake smiled and said, "We witches are like spiders, people instinctively fear us."
"I'm not afraid of you," Neffie said. "And it so happens that I LIKE spiders. Answer the question. What do you think Kent is?"
"Theodora's smile lessened a touch. She was disliking Neffie right back. "Kent is the imagined creation of Harriet's enhancer device that represents the real Kent Orlando.
"We call it the brain tube," Neffie said.
"How droll."
"Why don't you tell us what YOU are?" Neffie asked sternly. It seemed to Kent that Neffie was going out of her way to piss the woman off. He hoped to HELL that this Theodora didn't have magic powers like the character in the movie.
"I am a simmering sexual fantasy cooked up by Mr. Orlando's hormonally poisoned male psyche."
Kent squirmed at the blunt description.
"Then shouldn't you be playing the roll instead of straying off character like this?" Neffie asked maintaining her disdainful tone.
"Such a bother," Theodora said. "Why don't we simply cut to the chase? This is a sexual fantasy, right? Mr. Orlando has imagined fucking me ever since he saw the Oz movie." She gave Kent a classic Kunis smile that warmed his blood and thickened a certain part of his anatomy. "But if you insist that I stay in character, I could turn him into a frog first ... or a grunting pig."
Kent looked at her wide eyed, trying to figure out if she was joking or not.
Theodora laughed as she forked another potato wedge. "No? A pillar of salt? Or is that too biblical? Flay you alive perhaps?"
"We really don't have time for this," Neffie said.
Kent leaned in and said to Neffie in a stern whisper, "Stop pissing her off."
"What is your scrappy little friend's name?" Theodora asked Kent without taking her eyes off Neffie. "Never mind. You clearly don't know how to block your thoughts. I'll just take a peek." Seconds later, Theodora said, "Nice to meet you Nefertiti Ulamat. Kent has certainly had fun with you."
With the wave of her hand, Theodora produced a smoked fill glass ball out of thin air.
Oh great, she has witches powers just like in the movie, Kent thought with a sinking heart.
The glass ball floated in the air just above the cafeteria table. The image of the actress Sandra Oh appeared in the smoky depths just as Kent unloaded sloppy lines of jizz onto her beautiful upturned face. "There was the gangbang cum facial with Sandra Oh." The image switched to Neffie getting the same from some random guys. "How charming. Then there was the group screw with Grace Park of Hawaii Five-O." The image in the glass shifted to Kent banging away at Grace Park underwater with Neffie floating nearby wearing tight silver spandex. "Seems you missed out on a gangbang fuck with Lucy Liu as the intrepid Joan Watson and featuring the beautiful Devon Aoki supermodel, actress extraordinaire. Seems Mr. Orlando is growing bored with our queen of the lower Nile." The glass ball showed Kent Fucking Devon as several totally blue dudes went at Lucy in a scrum on the same bed. "Mr. Orlando certainly likes Asian celebrities. My exotic Ukrainian eyes and swarthy complexion is right up his ally it would seem." She batted her long lashed eyes for effect.
Confused by the witch's banter, Kent looked at Neffie and asked, "What's happening here?"
"The longer you stay in the helmet's world, the more chaotic things get," Neffie said. "Same thing happened to Alice. Her fantasy characters became quirkier with each new adventure."
"Chaos befits me more than quirky don't you think?" Theodora said as she tossed the glass ball into the air. It turned into a puff of smoke and drifted away.
"You know, in the beginning of the movie you were kind of nice," Neffie said curtly.
"Yes ... sweet Theodora. Shunned by the great wizard thus launching her onto the path of wickedness." Theodora stood and her summer dress morphed into the outfit she wore at the beginning of the Oz movie: pirate like red jacket, white ruffled blouse, tight riding pants, knee high riding boots and floppy red hat. "If it were up to me, I would have eaten that foul apple in the first reel and saved lots of time."She pranced about in her new outfit for a couple of seconds as if she were on a high fashion runway. She looked sexy as hell, Kent thought.
"Ow!" Kent barked when Neffie suddenly kicked his shin.
"Stop thinking with your dick," Neffie said.
"But he wants to have fun," Theodora simpered. "Let's have fun Mr. Orlando. Why don't you ask cute little Nefertiti to get naked right here."
"No way—" Kent started to say.
"Come now!" Theodora said with a forceful edge. "You've been picturing her naked this WHOLE time!" That outburst sounded like Jackie from the TV show adding more strangeness to the moment. Theodora focused her eyes on Neffie.
Neffie stood and pulled her yellow blouse over her head. Kent couldn't tell if she did it voluntarily or if Theodora was somehow in control. Instinctively, he looked around to see who was looking. Unlike the real world though, nobody in the cafeteria seem to be paying attention to Neffie undressing in public. He looked back at Neffie, her slim upper body was covered by a simple white bra, a pleasing contrast with her medium brown skin. Neffie kicked off her beach flip-flops trimmed in yellow, unsnapped her jeans and slid them down her slim legs, her panties were a matching white. Neffie draped her jeans on the seat of the cafeteria bench and adjusted her hair. She looked so sweet and vulnerable standing there in just her white undies.
"Just the way you like her," Theodora said reading his mind.
"You need to put a barrier up to bar your thoughts," Neffie said. "If you tried to read Alice's thoughts all you'll get is the Beatles 'Helter Skelter.'"
Kent's eyes narrowed as he remembered hearing that song a couple of times in Alice's presents. He quickly filled through his memory for songs that he could use as a thought blocker. Snippets of tunes slipped by like he was speeding through an FM radio dial. Suddenly, Norman Greenbaum's 'Spirit in the Sky' flair loud in the cafeteria.
Neffie smiled. "Good one," she said.
"Stop flapping that tongue and get naked!" Theodora said clearly annoyed with Neffie's interference in her little game. Theodora waved her arms and Neffie's bra and panties flew off her body exposing her brown, double A-cups with faint tan lines and small dark brown erect nipples. Below she had a cute tuft of black hair pleasingly accented with more tan lines. Neffie did a dainty little spin to give Kent and the witch a good look at her tight, tan lined ass. Facing front again, she gave the witch a half smile of defiance.
With smoldering eyes, Theodora waved her arms and her red jacket sparkled with sudden stars then winked away, so did her top and riding pants reducing her to red laced panties and bra, floppy red hat and the black riding boots.
The women stared daggers at each other.
The tension between the women was thick and palatable. Kent sat there in total carnal conflict. He wanted to grab Neffie by the hand and run for the door. But his dick was in charge now so his eyes kept darting from sweet naked Neffie to the sexily clad Mila Kunis.
Theodora walked up to Neffie and with a long nailed index finger painted red to match her hat, traced circles around one of the girl's tiny breasts.
"Oh my," Neffie whispered in dismay.
"Having second thoughts little Queen of the Nile?" Theodora asked pleased with Neffie's fresh despair.
"Not at all," Neffie said flatly as she stared in the direction of the cafeteria entrance, "but we have company." Kent followed Neffie's gaze and he saw a peacock standing outside the glass cafeteria doors.
Part Six-Harriet's Introduction
"Huxtable," Kent said.
"Harriet's found us," Neffie said.
Sure enough, Harriet stepped into the cafeteria seconds later. She wore jeans, a t-shirt and her signature white lab coat. Harriet saw Kent and marched in his direction ignoring naked Neffie and scantily clad Theodora. She got in Kent's face and said, "You are coming with me!"
"Um," Kent said as his eyes shifted to the wicked witch.
"Who the blazes are you?" Theodora asked not sounding please at all.
It seem to take some effort for Harriet to turn her head to look at Theodora. Clearly, she was still having trouble functioning in the world of the brain tube, although she seemed to be getting better with each new appearance.
"Go away," Harriet said.
Harriet held her handout. Like a superhero in a comic book, a burst of blue-white energy bust forth striking Theodora square in the chest. The witch slid backwards for several feet on the industrial tiled cafeteria floor. Her floppy red hat fell off her head and one red bra strap slipped off a shoulder exposing her left breast. Harriet turned back to Kent. "I'm serious, come with me now."
"Oh shit," Kent said looking past Harriet. Theodora transformed. Her creamy brown skin turned a luminescent green, a new hat topped her head, this one black and pointy with a wide brim, she now wore a knockout black dress, long sleeved, tight at the bosom, waist and hips, in her right hand she held a twisted, witch's broom.
Harriet turned with effort just in time to see the witch advancing on her. Harriet frowned as she held out her hand and touched the witch on the right shoulder. A second burst of blue-white energy enveloped Theodora. This time though, Theodora leaned forward and held her ground. All that Harriet managed to do was tear the front of the witch's new dress exposing the black bra covering her firm B-cups. Harriet's eyes widened. Clearly she had expected a different outcome.
"Never lay hands on me!" Theodora screamed, backed away then pointed the stick end of her broom at Harriet. Harriet gasped as she was lifted off her feet into the air. Her running shoes dropped off her feet and her white lab coat turned to rags and fell off her body onto the cafeteria floor. She hovered, arms pressed at her sides,her legs tightly shut as if bound by invisible ropes. Harriet screamed.
"Let her go!" Kent yelled. Theodora's head snapped in his direction and he quickly regretted his outburst. The witch's eyes glowed a pale green with bright red centers. Her facial features contorted: her eyebrows arched and rose high on her forehead, her nose grew longer and formed a hook, her chin extended as well. It was an evil face for sure but oddly, a sexy one too. That last thought was clearly his dick thinking.
Kent felt an odd pressure in his head and he sensed that it was Theodora trying to read his thoughts, 'Spirit in the Sky' put an end to that. Theodora gave him such a look of black hatred that Kent was sure she was going to blast him to kingdom come. Then quickly her expression softened and she smiled sweetly, which was quite the feat for such an evil face. She looked up at floating Harriet.
"This one doesn't know the trick for blocking thoughts," Theodora said. Harriet made a small whimper as the witch invaded her head. "Ah ... so this is Harriet our creator ... our precious goddess. I'm disappointed I had expected a much darker soul, not this simpering lump."
"Not that I care what happens to you," Neffie said to the witch, "but it's not a good idea to mess with Harriet like this."
"Let me go!" Harriet yelled as she struggled fruitlessly against her invisible bonds.
"But why?" Theodora asked ignoring Neffie's caution. Harriet's arms and legs fanned out in a spread eagle position. Theodora passed between Harriet's splayed legs and brushed her long green fingers along a denim covered calf, her fingernails were painted black now. Harriet let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a yelp. "Why so unhappy? You've had countless fantasies in this position." Theodora looked at Kent. "Do you know that our grand creator plays an on line animated S & M game where pretty Japanese girls are tied up and sodomized by faceless men?"
"Shut up!" Harriet yelled struggling violently.
Theodora laughed. "In fact she owns four different versions of the game so she can play on all of her electronic devices. Makes the tedious bus ride home to Kaneohe much more tolerable. Did you know that she belongs to a club that interacts live on line as they play their dirty little games? Our precious creator lacks the courage to participate in the real thing ... but one day ... Maybe?"
Harriet screamed.
"Stop it! She's freaking out!" Kent yelled and dared to take a step forward.
"And you, Mr. Orlando, are high on her fantasy list," Theodora said.
"Really?" Kent asked taken by surprise at that last tidbit. He assumed that serious scientist Harriet had no interest in him whatsoever.
"Thinking with your dick again," Neffie said.
Theodora inspected her torn dress. "This was a designer original," she said with a pout, the expression looked totally foreign on her witches face. She waved her the broom and her black dress disappeared leaving her in black leather bra, black boyshort panties and high boots. Her floppy, pointy hat remained and it came with a neck covering that framed her distorted beautiful green face in total blackness. "She has dirty little thoughts of touching you, Mr. Orlando as you lay insensible in her mad scientist's lab." Theodora stepped toward Kent.
Half of him wanted to run away, but the other half, namely his dick, was totally turned on my her. And Mr. dick wanted to hear more about Harriet's fantasies of him.
"You have been in a constant state of arousal since putting on Harriet's brain tube," Theodora said. She stood close now. Kent swallowed as he looked into her strange pale green eyes. Her smell was interesting, musky like a well groomed cat. She delicately cupped the bulge in Kent''s denim shorts. "Pretty little Harriet HAS noticed your manly state."
Harriet let out a grunt of rage as she struggled fiercely. Theodora lifted her broom and waved it in Harriet's general direction. There was a bright flash and Harriet had a new outfit. She now wore an all black spandex costume that screamed futuristic samurai warrior complete with samurai sword. A tiara like thing held her elaborate hairdo in place.
"This pretty outfit is a popular mainstay of the Japanese BDSM animated game scene," Theodora said. Harriet started struggling even more. Theodora laughed.
Neffie gripped Kent's arm. tiptoed and whispered in his ear,"I don't understand, Harriet should be able to blow this bitch to the nether in a blink."
"Want Kent to undress you just like in the games?" Theodora asked struggling Harriet.
"She's not into this. Let her go," Kent said trying to sound manly, but his voice hitched a little. The witch scared the shit out of him.
"I'm in the girl's head and she is WAY into this!" Theodora insisted.
"Oh my, Neffie said softly, "I'm there too. Theodora is right, Harriet's enjoying this at some level."
Kent looked at Harriet and his world went wonky. Harriet's thoughts flooded into his head, although the word thoughts was TOO mild for what he experienced. It was more like a movie in total I-max 3D with Dolby surround sound, smells and tastes thrown in. On top of the sensory input was the shifting emotions. The emotion most dominant was fear laced with bewilderment and humiliation. So THIS is what it's like to read someone's mind he though ... or said ... he wasn't sure. Images and fragmented thoughts came at him from every which way. He found that if he focused he could pluck at individual thoughts as they whizzed by. He grabbed a handful ... instinctively he covered his ears as some all the thoughts came at him at a painful volume.
... KENT IS A TOTAL IDIOT JOCK...
... it was so easy to get him to do what I wanted because of his silly crush on Japanese girls like me ... HE'S SUCH A RACIST ...
... I should tell Kent about the risks.
... Alice is so fucked up because of me and the brain tube ...
... I WANT TO FUCK KENT ...
Images came at him around the thoughts.
Harriet standing in front of a mirror practicing alluring looks.
Harriet standing over Kent laying helpless on the hospital bed, her eyes focused on his bulging crotch.
Then in an overwhelming deluge, all the BDSM game stuff came flooding in. Almost all involved animated female figures stripped naked, humiliated and ravaged. It was too much, Kent 's brain shut down. Next he knew he was kneeling on the cafeteria floor breathing hard. Neffie knelt beside him and helped him back to his feet.
Theodora laughed. "I suggest you take thoughts one at a time."
"I'm sorry," Harriet whispered still spread eagle, invisibly bound and floating above the floor.
Theodora waved her broom and Harriet lowered down so that her feet touched the floor.
"She wants you to humiliate her," Theodora said in a sing song way. "Test the waters, take off something innocuous. Start with a shoe."
"Harriet," Kent said addressing her directly, feeling that this was all wrong.
"Just do it," Harriet said with a bent head not meeting his eyes.
Kent knelt, delicately held her leg and slipped off a slipper like shoe.
"Cinderella in reverse," Theodora said with a small cackle befitting of a witch.
Harriet raised her head and gave the witch a stony look but didn't say a word.
"What we need are naked masked men made to order," Theodora said and waved her arms in a flourish. Three naked, dark skinned men, athletically muscled, wearing white ski masks stepped forward from the fringes of the cafeteria, all three sported serious erections. "You know the drill," Theodora said, to the naked men, "but leave the last bits of clothing for Mr. Orlando."
The masked men closed in on Harriet and violently ripped away her remaining shoe, gloves, wrist guards, leggings, sword belt and sword. The tiara like thing on her head was pulled away roughly and her long dark hair spilled over her face. The metal cuffs around her wrists were unsnapped and they fell to the cafeteria floor with ringing metallic clangs. Aside from a few grunts, Harriet remind silent. When the naked men stepped back, Harriet was reduced to a snug one piece black bathing suit. Beads of sweat dotted Harriet's brow and her chest heaved with each deep breath she took. Her eyes drilled into the witch. If the old saying 'if looks could kill' were true, Theodora would be a dead smoking heap.
One of her masked minions picked up the samurai sword from off the floor and handed it to the witch. Kent eyed the sword with disquiet as the overhead lights flashed off its sleek, deadly sides. The witch handed the sword to Neffie and said. "Cut away the suit my naked little queen."
Neffie let go of Kent's arm and took hold of the sword. Stupidly, Kent had forgotten that Neffie was naked. In spite of how freaked out he was, he couldn't help spying her pleasing little brown ass as she stepped up to Harriet. Neffie gripped the suit at Harriet's hip and quickly cut it away in one upward slice reducing Harriet to skimpy black panties and black sports bra.
Harriet didn't have what Kent would call an athletic body, but she was nowhere near overweight and was pleasantly curvy everywhere with nicely shaped c-cup breasts.
Neffie turned her head and look Theodora firmly in the eye. The witch gave her a crooked evil smile. "Dare you?" Theodora asked in a smug tone.
Neffie spun and slashed the sword at Theodora's front from head to toe in a blur of unexpected speed,
"Holy fuck!" Kent yelled.
Naked Neffie did a dramatic little spin then posed frozen in a classic samurai movie stance with the sword held above her head. With horror, Kent's eyes swept over Theodora expecting the gory worst. The witch didn't look any worse for ware though, clearly Neffie had missed or more likely, never intended to cause harm. Then seconds later, Theodora's leather bra fell in half and dropped to the floor. Then amazingly, her panties fell in half at the front too. Theodora looked down and fingered her exposed pubic mound. "You split a few hairs my little pretty," the witch said with a girly giggle, again sounding like Jackie from the TV show. With a hard tug, Theodora ripped away her shredded panties and dropped them to the the floor. "Your turn Mr. Orlando, cut, cut, snip, snip."
Neffie relaxed her stance and handed Kent the sword giving him a cute half smile and a shrug. He regarded her with new respect, apparently, NOTHING in this world is as it seemed. His eyes flickered back to the now naked green witch. Her nipples were a dark maroon with a bit of burnt orange at the tips, her pubic hair jet black.
"Have the whole tour," the witch said enjoying his gaze. She did a little spin to show him her tight green ass and the backs of her shapely legs.
Kent's eyes flickered to spreadeagled Harriet. Her C-cup chest rising and falling. Harriet's eyes met his, she snapped her head to one side to get the hair out of her face but that caused more to cascade down. Theodora stepped up and gently brushed the fallen hair aside and pinned it behind an ear. The wicked witch caressed the right side of Harriet's flushed face with the tip of her gnarly broom. Harriet instinctively turned her face away.
Theodora gave a husky laugh and said to Kent, "What are you waiting for? Don't you want to see our creator's pearly flesh?"
Kent stepped forward, pinched at the section of the black sports bra between Harriet's breasts, slipped the sword beneath being careful to keep the blade away from her skin and cut. The bra snapped away and dropped to the floor with the rest of her discarded clothing. Kent's heartbeat quickened and his breathing fell in sync with Harriet's exposed pale, heaving Cs. He pinched at the panties over her left hip and cut away. Her bush was full and nicely shaped. He absently wondered if the body he was looking at truly represented the real Harriet or was it an ideal image she had formed for herself? Or was this HIS ideal version of her. Either way, he liked what he saw.
"On your knees," Theodora said waving her broom. Harriet dropped to her knees with her arms still splayed out. "Is our creator ready to suck cock?"
Harriet's expression turned to panic.
Despite his current carnal hormonal overload, Kent spoke up, "You don't have to do this, Harriet."
"You can stop all this with a just a thought," Neffie said.
"But she DOESN'T want this to end," Theodora said. "Our sweet little lab rat is totally into the moment. She has played this game a thousand times on line. Read her mind, take a look."
"Stay out of my head," Harriet mumbled.
"I will," Kent assured her but found himself falling into Harriet's mind regardless. Theodora had pushed him ... maybe.
At a brisk pace, images of all the on line animated games Harriet played raced before his eyes. Along with the game images were countless views of Harriet masturbating while looking in a mirror mounted over a bed. Was the mirror in her home or did she go somewhere else to do the dirty deed? Learning his lesson, Kent plucked at just a single passing thought. He found himself standing at what was clearly Harriet's bedroom looking down at her as she lay naked on her back masturbating. Her eyes were glued to a large laptop computer sitting on the bed near her right hip. Some gangbang porn scene playing out on the computer screen. Kent looked up over the bed but saw no mirror. Again he wondered if the overhead mirror was a fantasy or a special place she went. He looked back at Harriet, her eyes glued to the laptop screen.
"Thought only us guys did that," Kent said aloud to no one in particular.
Theodora was at his side. She took his arm and gave it a friendly squeeze. "That is Sasha Gray in the video, Harriet's favorite," the witch said. "She has wanked off to Ms. Gray being ravaged HUNDREDS of times. They have similar body shapes don't you think?"
Harriet had a bit more boob and slightly softer curves, Kent thought but there were some similarities.
In a dizzying spin Kent stood in the cafeteria again with Theodora still holding his arm. The witch pulled away and took the samurai sword from Kent right hand. He had forgotten he was holding it.
"This may be the closest our deer Harriet will ever come to living out her Sasha Gray fantasies," Theodora said as she pointed the sword at the space between Harriet's breasts. The sword abruptly turned to smoke and Theodora casually fanned it away with her hands. Tears leaked from Harriet's eyes and it made Kent feel like shit. Theodora stepped in close to bound Harriet and delicately brushed a tear aside with a finger and said softly, "You are going to make BILLIONS with your brain tube invention." The witch leaned in so that her hooked nose nearly touched Harriet's right cheek. The witch's tongue flickered out, it was a dark grayish green ... and forked. Harriet flinched and turned away as best she could. Theodora backed away and yelled, "Time to suck some cock little darling!" Theodora let out a witch's cackle as the masked men closed in on Harriet.
Harriet let out a moan as a stiff cock was pushed at her closed lips. She shook her head violently in resistance. Theodora laughed insanely and pranced around the scrum of men surrounding Harriet twirling her broom over her head like one of those advertizing sign guys you see on the streets.
Part Seven-Witches Pick.
Neffie squeezed in next to Kent and whispered in his ear, "While they're both distracted we can make a run for it."
"Sure," Kent said automatically but didn't move. He stared mesmerized as Harriet gave in and allowed a cock into her mouth. One of the masked guys knelt behind her and roughly groped her tits, the third guy rudely tapped the tip if his penis against the left side of her forehead.
"Now dick brain!" Neffie whispered urgently as she tugged at Kent's arm.
Reluctantly, Kent turned and stepped away. They almost made it to the cafeteria exit when they heard Theodora say, "Where are you off to my little monkeys?"
Neffie and Kent broke into a run but it proved too late as two new naked masked men stepped in from the outside to block the exit.
Kent eyed the new naked guys that blocked their way. Both had a couple of inches on him and were well muscled. Kent knew he had slim hopes of taking one out let alone both. Neffie and Kent turned to face Theodora who stood looking on, green and gloriously naked.
"Why don't you give Harriet a hand?" Theodora said to Neffie.
Kent turned to face the muscle guys again. He was about to get his as kicked but he was gonna go down fighting.
Neffie gripped his hand. "Don't, I'll be fine," she assured him.
Kent helplessly watched as Neffie marched to where Harriet knelt followed by her muscled escort. Without being told, she dropped to her knees and worked the nearest erection with her hands and mouth. For a few moments, Kent watched both women sucking cock. A tiny part of his brain begged him to make a run for the door. But he stood frozen. No way he was gonna abandon Neffie ... and he had to admit, he wanted to watch.
"Men like to watch," Theodora said standing along side Kent, casually gripping his arm again like they were friends watching the sunset.
"Reading my mine?" he asked.
Theodora laughed. "You're male, darling."
"And predictable thinking with his dick," Neffie took the time to say.
"When she's not talking, our little Egyptian queen is an impressive cock sucker don't you think?" Theodora said. "Our Japanese lab rat too."
Kent nodded mindlessly.
Theodora waved her broom and Harriet's arms dropped to her sides. She quickly put her freed hands to use by gripping the cock moving in and out of her mouth to slow down the brisk pace.
"Time to fuck the little pretties," Theodora said to her masked minions.
Two men picked up Harriet by her arms and carried her to a cafeteria table nearby, the people sitting there quickly grabbed their food trays and cleared out. A third masked man grabbed Neffie and fireman carried her to another table. There were five masked men in all now, three crowded around Harriet, two focused on Neffie. The group with Harriet had her spayed out on the long table, two held her down by the shoulders, the other crawled on the table and knelt between her legs slowly stroking his erection
"Put it in me you fucking freak," Harriet said through clenched teeth at the masked man stationed between her legs.
The guy leaned forward, propped himself on one out stretched arm, gripped his hardon with his free hand and guided his erection to Harriet's opening, the two holding her down relaxed their grips, crowded in pushing their hardons at her face. Ignoring the penises pressing at her head, Harriet gave the guy inside her a look of focused intensity ... or pure hatred, Kent couldn't tell which. Harriet made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a growl as the guy between her legs got moving.
Kent's eyes slipped over to Neffie at the table nearby. She road one of her guys in the reverse cowboy as the other firmly fondled her tiny little tits. The one feeling her tits leaned in and kissed her mouth through the mouth hole of his mask. Neffie kissed back with gusto. Unlike Harriet, Neffie seemed to be in control of her situation or more accurately, preferred to be in control.
Part Eight-Doing the Witch
"Everyone is playing so nicely," Theodora said as she gave Kent's arm a fresh affectionate squeeze. "I wanna play too." She slipped around to face Kent and pulled him in for a teasing quick kiss with her black painted lips. Their mouths parted and she laughed huskily. Kent learned she wore no lipstick, her lips were naturally colored black. She pulled him in hard for a long harder kiss, he had six inched plus on her and he had to bend deep to make it happen. Her arms wrapped around his neck like a vice, her forked tongue snaked into his mouth which he found disquieting yet quite thrilling at the same time.
Her pointy black hat fell off as the kiss advanced. He shut his eyes and his hands drifted down to grip her slim green ass. The kiss ended and his eyes flickered open. To his surprise Theodora had reverted back to her normal Mila Kunis face and skin tone.
Looking up into his face with her big gorgeous eyes, she gave him a genuine bewildered look and said, "You seem disappoint."
Oddly, he was. "Not everyday a guy gets to kiss a naked green wicked witch."
She let out a girlish giggle that made him think Jackie again. "I'm touched that you like the witch more. I'll give you a compromise." Her skin reverted back to green but her features stayed Kunis. Her tongue darted out and brushed over her top black lip, he noticed that it was still forked. She gave him a sweet smile as she gripped the front of his t-shirt with both her hands and gently fondling his firm chest beneath the cloth. Then abruptly, she pulled his t-shirt into her fists and tore it down the middle with unexpected freakish strength. She tossed the two pieces of cloth off to the side then assaulted the snap of his shorts. He quickly took charge of that to prevent her from causing him pain in sensitive areas. When he was fully naked, she pressed in for another aggressive kiss.
When the kiss ended, the witch said, "Unlike your little friends, I prefer comfort when I'm fornicating." She waved her broom and a large circular bed with silky black sheets, piled high with black heart shaped pillows formed from tendrils of smoke. Theodora took him by the hand and lead him between the tables were Harriet and Neffie were getting it on. Kent slowed to watch Harriet taken from behind as she alternated sucking the cocks of two kneeling masked men.
"She certainly has gotten into the swing don't you think? Theodora said.
He nodded as he turned to spy Neffie who lay beneath one of her masked men doing her in the missionary as she mouthed the balls of the second guy straddling her face.
"Come along," Theodora said tugging at Kent's hand. He resisted wanting to watch more. Using her freakish strength, the witch pulled at him so violently that he was yanked off his feet. He yelped as he flew at the bed hitting it with a bounce. Theodora leaped in after him, forcibly pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. She looked down at him with eyes of evil intent, she looked absolutely dangerous, green and beautiful. She ran her finger over his chest, bent and licked a nipple with her freaky, green-gray forked tongue. Her lips covered the nipple, she suckled it hard, then she bit. He gasped for the bite was nowhere near gentle ... the woman was a witch so he expected no less. She moved up to his mouth, they kissed roughly. At the same time, she gripped one of his hands and guided it to her wet opening, she was wet and warm, feverishly warm. She broke the kiss and said, "I'm ready if you are." She rose up, gripped his super hard erection and lowered herself down. Inside she was hot almost to the point of pain.
She kiss him again then sat up abruptly and smiled down at him with predatory lust. He wondered if a female praying mantis gave her unfortunate mate the same look just before killing him and eating his head. Theodora planted an arm on either side of his head and got her hips into into a fast hearty roll.
"You like fucking a witch?" she asked hot and breathy.
"Yeah," he said.
"Not Glenda or Samantha or Bellatrix or Ursula but THE witch!" she said.
"Oh yeah."
"THE Wicked Witch of the West!"
She sat up and ran her hands through her now wild and messy blue-black hair, her green face and body shiny with perspiration, her maroon and burnt orange nipples hard, erect and inviting. He sat up to take one of her exotic nipples into his mouth but she pushed him back down savagely and yelled, "Fucking Oz to hell! I'm coming!" She dropped down, covered his mouth with her mouth, forced her tongue in and came with such violence that Kent had to grip the sheets to keep them from sliding off the bed. She ended the kiss and sat back up.
What the hell?" Kent said when he realized that they were floated three or four feet above the bed. It was too much like that spooky scene from the Exorcist for his liking and on instinct he flailed about then clung desperately to her.
She laughed and said, "Relax, lover, I got you," She leaned in for a firm kiss. Kent kept his eyes open and let out a moan when they spun putting him above her. The moment Theodora ended the kiss, the pair dropped to the bed like stones. Kent screamed in an unmanly fashion even though the bed thoroughly cushioned their fall. Theodora laughed again. "Let's see how your friends are fairing."
"Um ... I'd rather keep going," he said. She paid him no heed, rolled off him and the bed. She pulled at his arm so he had no choice but to follow.
Harriet lay on her back screaming a litany of obscenities as a masked man pumped her with gusto. Her remaining two masked guys knelt on either side of her gripping their perspective erections. Then quiet suddenly, the kneeling pair sprayed copious lines of white over Harriet's chest invoking more obscenities from her. In the middle of her cussing stream, Harriet' shut her eyes and came with ferocious upheaval. The guy pumping her pulled out and ejaculated across her belly, and like his comrades before him, he came in voluminous Perter North fashion.
"No one come on her face," Theodora said, with mocking concern. " Humiliation is the name of your little game is it not? You must be soooo disappointed."
Harriet lay spent on the cafeteria table her chest heaving from excretion. "No more," she said in a raspy whisper between harsh gulps of air. Kent's thoughts raced ... seeing Harriet covered in jizz and clearly unhappy was alarming ... and a total fucking turn on.
He looked over at Neffie. Her situation with her masked men seemed the polar opposite from Harriet. Both of her men had lost the masks revealing handsome dark faces with Polynesian features. One cradled her gently in his spread lap as the other slid in and out of her in slow even plunges. "I'm coming!" Neffie called out then quickly pulled down the guy fucking her and covered his mouth with a kiss, muffling her next cries of pleasure.
Theodora shook her head in disapproval at Neffie's gentle love making. "Those poor boys deprived of depravity." Theodora slapped each of Neffie's unmasked lovers on the shoulder. "Sweet Harriet might want another go round. Go put it to her, chop, chop. And put your darling masks back on." The two men pulled away from Neffie, donned their masks and walked to where Harriet lay still breathing hard.
"I'm done," Harriet whispered again.
"Don't think so!" Theodora said with a fresh dark scowl, her facial features reverting back to the high eyebrows, hooked nose and pointy chin. She grabbed Harriet by the arm, dragged her off the table and forced her to kneel on the cold cafeteria floor. Harriet crossed her arms in front of her breasts and tilted her face toward the floor. Theodora pointed at Neffie's lovers. "Come on the little whore!" the two men flanked kneeling Harriet. Theodora dropped to her knees facing Harriet. "Don't you want the full package? Don't you want your long awaited twisted Sasha Gray ending?"
Harriet shook her bowed head.
Theodora growled with rage, grabbed Harriet by the hair and yanked her head back. "Come on her my minions!" she commanded. The men gripped their perspective erections, pointed the tips at Harriet's face and obeyed their master's command.
Harriet flinched as jets of semen flew at her face but she made no attempt to move away from the onslaught. Kent breathed out with fresh excitement watching Harriet's face painted from forehead to chin with dripping lines, a sizable mess globed in her hair.
Harriet rose to her feet with her arm still crossed in front of her chest, a tight jawed expression frozen on her face. Kent was thoroughly turned on by the messy sight of her, the stuff in her hair seemed to attract his dirty interest the most. With cold eyes, Harriet looked down at kneeling Theodora. Kent felt a tight squeeze at his left arm and looked to find Neffie at his side.
"Better step back," Neffie whispered, "Harriet's found her moxie."
Part Nine-The great Escape
"I said I was done," Harriet whispered flatly to kneeling Theodora.
The witch rocked her head back and laughed up at her.
Neffie pulled at Kent to make him back away but he shook her off and held his spot. He grip his steely dick with hope of having another go at the witch or perhaps Harriet.
"We have to go," Neffie whispered firmly.
Harriet was steaming ... literally. Her skin glowed a salmon pink cooking off the male fluids covering her face and body. "Yeah," Kent agreed as his survival instinct trumped his dick.
Theodora's expression quickly turned from evil mirth to surprise and she stood up.
"I said I was done," Harriet repeated louder this time. Kent heard the fury in her tone.
Theodora held out her arm and her broom came flying to her. "Seize her!" the witch yelled to her naked minions. The five masked men rush at Harriet but all quickly back away for it appeared that Harriet was way too hot to touch. "Bungling fools! Subdue her or face MY wrath!"
One of the five threw himself at Harriet, gripped her at the waist and lifted her off her feet. Harriet didn't struggle or try prying him loose, in fact she put her arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. Kent and Neffie looked on in horror as the guy's mask burst into flames and quickly burned away revealing a face in total agony. He screamed bloody hell.
"Holy fuck," Kent said as he watched the guy's hair burn and crackle like dry grass. Soon, all of him from head to toe was burning. The screaming was horrible but mercifully brief. Harriet, who now looked like she was made of red glowing coals, let the guy go and a smoking black husk that looked vaguely human fell to the cafeteria floor. The remaining four minions broke for the door apparently deciding that the witch's fury was preferable to burning alive. A pack of panicking students and staff followed them out. Kent wanted to head for the exit too but Harriet and the witch barred the way so he simply backed away as far as he could with naked Neffie at his side.
Theodora made an animal like sound and pointed the straw end of her broom at Harriet. A bolt of sickly green lighting shot from the broom and hit Harriet square in the chest. To Theodora's dismay, Harriet didn't even finch.
"Scarecrow's balls!" the witch yelled.
"I'm going to kill you," Harriet said.
"Never!" Theodora screamed and quickly raised her broom. Harriet braced for another spell attack but the witch did the unexpected by quickly mounting her broom then smashed her way through the front window of the cafeteria. A beat later, Harriet the living firebrand ran through the broken window in literal hot pursuit leaving behind sizzling footsteps.
A flash of bright light to Kent's right made him flinch. "Now what?" he asked with dread.
"Alice is back!" Neffie yelled with joy.
Kent wasn't as joyful when he saw Alice kneeling near the breakfast buffet in her ten foot tall obsidian form. Immediately, she began to shrink down to her petite self. She looked seriously disheveled not to mention naked. Neffie ran to her and helped her to stand.
"Why are you two naked?" Alice asked Neffie.
"I was about to ask the same of you," Neffie said.
"Long story," Alice said.
"Same here," Neffie returned. "What happened?"
"My fold is gone," Alice said flatly.
"Oh no," Neffie said wide eyed.
"Everything ... gone ..." Alice said hollowly as tears ran down her face.
Kent still didn't quite understand how this world of the brain tube worked. A part of him was still convinced this was all a hyped up fantasy created by his brain. Yet Alice's emotional state seemed so real ... so awful to behold. He didn't know what to say so he did the next best thing, he said nothing.
"What happened?" Neffie asked. She was crying too.
"It was a new killer program Harriet sent out ... at first it was kind of innocuous and a little goofy. Then things got sexual ... I thought it was something from Kent's fold ... I kind of like it ... I let my guard down and things turned vicious ... I was taken by surprise ... I barely got away." She let out a heart wrenching sob. "Everybody is gone Neffie! That fucking thing multiplied and started EATING everybody!" She collapsed into a ball in Neffie's arms.
Neffie stroked her hair. "Fucking cunt Harriet," Neffie mumbled. "Hope Theodora gets a couple of good licks in."
Alice's head popped up. "Harriet was here?"
Neffie nodded.
"We have to talk to her! That killer program is still on the loose. It looked me in the eye and told me she was gonna destroy every fold because we're defective, dirty and wrong."
"She?" Kent asked, finally daring to speak up.
"We gotta find Harriet!" Alice said as she got to her feet. "Which way did she go?" Kent and Neffie pointed at the broken window. "What was she doing?" Alice asked.
"She was chasing after the Wicked Witch of the West," Neffie said.
Alice gave Neffie a puzzled look. Neffie pointed a thumb at Kent clearly putting all the blame on him.
"Oh," was all that Alice said.
Alice and Neffie headed for the door gingerly stepping around bits of broken glass.
"Um ... wait," Kent said as he scrambled around to find his clothes.
"Not time!" Neffie yelled at him.
Reluctant and naked, Kent followed them.
The commons quad was relatively deserted and eerily quiet. Of course, if this was the real world, campus security and the cops would be everywhere, a few choppers in the air, reporters thick on the ground. Some students stopped and gawked at the tree naked people standing in front of the shattered window of the Aloha cafeteria, but that was about it. A scream filled the air, it was high and shrill. Kent couldn't tell if it was a man or woman.
"Fucking hell!" Alice said. "We gotta find high ground fast!"
The most obvious place was the nearest circular dorm tower. Alice ran at the tower, Neffie and Kent fell in behind her. They burst into the shabby lobby startling the student desk attendant from the book he was reading.
"Stairs!" Alice yelled.
The attendant didn't say a thing and stared at the three naked people suddenly before him.
"This way," Kent said, taking the lead. As they burst into the stairwell, they heard a scream behind them, Kent assumed that it was the poor guy at the desk.
It was twelve flights to the top and with his long legs, Kent took the stairs three at a time. Neffie and Alice had to hoof it ti keep up. Stupidly, he chanted with each new flight of stairs, "There's no place like home! There's no place like home! He was too scare to worry about how unmanly he was behaving."
They finally burst through the door at the top of the building and ran to the edge to look down at the quad. People were running everywhere. Well ... not all were people. Some were dark stick figures too thin to be people. The skinny things ran in packs and were chasing after the people. When they got a hold of someone, the skinnies would swarm like ants.
"What are they?" Neffie asked.
"Part of the cleansing program sent by Harriet and that fucking peacock of hers," Alice said. "I didn't think they would follow me into Kent's fold. Guess I was wrong. I'm their primary target. If I let them have me maybe—"
"Don't even think it!" Neffie said.
They watched the dark skinny things below chasing after anything that moved. Countless screams started and stopped. With a sinking feeling, Kent watched a large clump of skinnies gather at the base of the dorm tower across from them. They climbed over each other until they were at the first floor windows were they smashed through windows and crawled into rooms. Muffled screams came from some of the rooms. It didn't take them long to climb up to the second floor and then the third. Kent didn't have to look over the edge to know that the same was happening to the building they were standing on.
"They're destroying the trees, the lampposts, the buildings, even the ground," Neffie side in disbelief.
"They're not destroying, they're eating," Alice said.
Kent couldn't imagine anything more horrifying then being eaten alive. "We're fucking doomed," Kent said.
"Kent's fold is huge!" Alice said. "Not like mine which had shrunk over the years. We can hide somewhere and maybe find a way to stop this. We can find Harriet and talk some sense into her." She turned to Kent. "Get us out of here."
Kent looked back at her baffled.
"This is your fold!" Neffie said. "Conjure up something that will get us FAR from the Honolulu Campus!"
"I couldn't get a descent cup of coffee!" Kent yelled.
"Focus, you'll come up with something!" Neffie pleaded.
He tried to focus but all he could do was watch the dark skinnies across the way. They were up to the fifth floor now. Seven more floors to go. He looked at Alice in a panic and said, "YOU come up with something! You've been doing this for years!"
"My fold is gone!" she yelled. "My power went with it!"
He looked at Neffie with desperation. "I have a tiny fold," she said. "But I'm not like you and Alice. I came from YOUR heads. Souls like me have limitations."
Kent tried to focus again but the eating sound of the of the skinnies blocked out all thoughts.
"Use that!" Alice said pointing at his penis.
Kent's gaze dropped and he noticed he was still fully erect. How could that possibly be? "You want me to think with my dick?" he asked bewildered.
"Yes!" both woman yelled as one.
"This will be a first," he mumbled as he closed his eyes to think of something but all thoughts were drowned out by the sound of the eating skinnies. They made a weird wet collective clicking noise. He imagined fire ants making the same sound swarming over a big fat defenseless grub ... the skinnies sound like insects ... insects can fly ... if we were insects we could fly away ... flying insects in the sky ... bees, butterflies, mosquito, dragonflies ... fireflies ... in Ohio the fireflies came out in early summer ... around June ... near the Oliver River ... Fireflies ... Oliver River ... Firefly ... River ... Zoe, Inara, Kaylee ...
A roar from above drowned out the eating skinnies. Kent opened his eyes and looked up. To his astonishment he saw what Had to be a space craft slowly dropping to the rooftop.
"Good one!" Neffie yelled to be heard over the roar of the descending ship.
The little spaceship dropped landing legs and settled almost feather like on the the building top. Immediately, the loading bay hatch dropped and Zoe Washburne in all her curvy glory scrambled down the loading ramp, her wavy hair whipping around her head, a mean looking pistol hugged one hip. With inhuman speed, Zoe Washburne drew her pistol and pointed it at Kent.
"What the fuck!" Kent yelled.
The pistol went off with a deafening boom. Kent screamed. Something brushed the back of his legs. Still screaming, he jump forward and turned around. Zoe had killed a skinny that had crawled over the edge of the building onto the roof top. The vaguely black human shaped lay face down twitching. Zoe casually walked over and with the toe of her boot flipped the thing over onto its back. It looked way less human up close. It had no eyes in its lumpy head, its mouth gaped open full of jet black needle sharp teeth, its limbs were way too skinny and bristled with ugly barbs. Both hands and feet ended in long claws made for shedding. At the center of the thing's chest was a big gaping hole made by Zoe's bullet, the wound oozed luminescent fluid that looked like mercury. A weird slit ran across the thing's belly. Zoe gave it a hard kick in the ribs. The slit on the thing's belly opened, it was another mouth with more black sharp teeth.
"Time to clear out," Zoe said. She scrambled back up the ramp of the Firefly with Kent and Alice at her heels. In spite of his fear, Kent admire Zoe's shapely ass as he ascended the ramp close behind her. Alice stopped halfway up. Kent stopped too. Neffie was still standing on the rooftop at the bottom of the ramp.
"Come on!" Alice yelled at her.
"I have to protect my fold!" Neffie yelled staying put.
"With all my powers I couldn't stop this from happening to mine!" Alice yelled.
"You're a warrior, a fighter," Neffie said. "I'm not! My fold is small, I can hide it!" She looked so tiny and defenseless standing naked at the base of the ramp with her long dark hair whipping around her.
"Get on the ship, Neffie!" Kent yelled.
"She's not coming," Alice said.
"You can't let her go!" Kent yelled.
"It's her choice," Alice said.
Several skinnies spilled over the edge of the building but they were brutally driven back by a barrage of automatic gunfire from spinning guns on the wings of the spaceship.
"We have to leave NOW!" Zoe yelled from inside the ship.
Several more skinnies came over the edge.
Neffie turned and ran for the rooftop door and just like that, she was gone.
The ramp started to rise, Kent and Alice backed into the belly of the ship.
"Get us out of here, River!" Zoe yelled.
Kent felt the ship rise, spin then accelerate.
"What now?" Kent asked.
"We find Harriet," Alice said solemnly. |
Fox Hunting | 80,556 | 4.58 | 467,187 | [
"bisexual",
"blonde",
"gay",
"crossdressing",
"cocksucking",
"cum swap",
"ass fucking",
"dancing",
"androgyny"
] | *This story is a work of fiction, and simply a fantasy for your pleasure (Billy if you really are out there I want to know..LOL!). I love to hear from my readers. It is so great to get feedback and connect with people with like interests of all genders. Enjoy!*
Mary came into my office and said, "Come on sad sack tonight we are going out on the town. I need a wing-man and you need to get a life!"
She was right. Mary has been my friend since art school. In fact she got me this job at the magazine as staff photographer. She knew I had been down in the dumps since my break-up with my old girl friend, Lauren. Lauren had been my first true relationship since my divorce, and at 38 I was starting to think I was a completely hopeless.
So I agreed and we met at a little bistro for a quick bite before we headed out for the evening. Mary is my best friend, we can talk about anything, and because she is a Lesbian there is no sexual tension between us. We are both interested in girls and she brings a female perspective to the situation. She had not been in a relationship for several months and she made it clear that tonight she intended to "get-some." My wing-man position tonight was clear, but I was happy to tag along and have a few drinks. I wasn't expecting much out of the nights activities.
The first bar we went to was in a word "lame." It was a mellow acoustic music place, people sitting in small groups, sipping white wine. We had a drink and listened to a couple of songs. It was approaching 11:00 pm when Mary said, "let's get out of here before they start to serve the milk and cookies."
We hopped into a cab and Mary told the driver, "5280 Club, please"
I had never heard of the place but I figured Mary knew what she was doing and anything was better than the last club. We arrived at a large black warehouse with an awning in front and two bouncers, a large man and a large woman. The awning simply had the numbers "5280" on the front. There was a line of people waiting to get in but Mary simply walked up to the large woman and gave her a hug and whispered something in her ear. The large woman bouncer laughed and unhooked the velvet rope and let us in. Mary is amazing that way, she knows everybody and the people she doesn't know she can charm.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark interior. There was the deep bass pulse of house music and a DJ commanded the dance floor from a raised stage. Through out the multi-tiered space dance areas were punctuated by low couches around large round coffee tables, platforms really, and pillars with scantily clad men and women dancers. A large bar ran along one wall and that's where we headed.
It didn't take long to notice that most of the people in the club were in same-sex groups. I squeezed into a spot along the bar and ordered drinks. What I thought was a very tall black woman turned and accidentally bumped into me. Upon seeing her face I noticed that she was not a woman at all but a man in drag. She gave me a smile and a wink and went about her way.
Mary squeezed my arm and gave me a smile. "Careful, Mary said, she would eat you alive."
We both laughed and I bought us a round. We toasted and then like a good wing-man I began to scope out the crowd for Mary. We discussed the merits of different pick-up techniques and the differences between the les and the hetero approaches. We were both having a good time when all of a sudden I heard a scream of delight. Mary was hugging a woman and they were both jumping up and down.
The woman was tall about 5'10" and had long straight blonde hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a red riding jacket like English ladies wear hunting, and tight tan jodhpurs, those stretch riding pants. Mary and this woman hugged and squealed. When they final ended their embrace Mary introduced her friend.
"This is Emma. She is one of my oldest friends and I haven't scene her in at least 7 years. Emma, this is my good friend and art school chum, Dre."
We extended handshakes and hellos and Emma asked, "so hmmm, are you two a couple?"
"Heavens NO!" exclaimed Mary. "I'm not even interested in men, I've come out Em. Dre is just a good friend and my wing-man tonight."
I could see a little sparkle in Emma's eyes, as she took hold of both Mary's hands and put them against her chest and looking at Mary said, "well then we have a lot in common, and so much to talk about. Oh! But first I want to introduce you to Billy!"
I could see Mary sink a bit as she forced a grin. Emma moved back through the crowd and emerged with a figure also dressed in very tight jodhpurs as well. When they came closer it was difficult to tell the gender of the androgynous figure. Billy, was wearing a puffy white shirt with long sleeves much like you'd see on an 18th century gentleman but more feminine, his hair was long and blond and cut in kind of a layered mop. He had full lips that were shiny with pink lip-gloss, he had on perfectly applied eye makeup, and he wore a black leather choker that matched his black leather riding boots.
Mary grabbed him by the arm and pushed him forward and said, "This is my wing... um...um... boy, Billy. We have been best friends forever even though Billy is so much prettier than me and I get's me sooo mad!"
We all chuckled and as I shook Billy's hand I couldn't help but notice how soft it was. Billy was truly beautiful in a non-gender-specific way. Looking at him created the same kind of feelings I had when looking at a beautiful woman.
"What's with the riding out fits?" Questioned Mary.
Billy said, "We're fox hunters, get it? FOX HUNTERS...? Oh well anyway let's get a drink and find a couch."
We all laughed and after some searching we found a couch and chatted about Mary and Emma and how they had been friends in high school. We also chatted about their coming out and how their life experiences were so similar. Billy was also adding his experience to the story and I for the most part just listened.
After a bit, Billy put his hand on my knee and said, "And poor Dre has been completely left out! Sorry sweetie. Well girls let's get this sexy guy on the dance floor so I don't look like a total loser, and Dre doesn't die of boredom!"
We all headed toward the pulsing music coming from the dance floor. The scene was quiet erotic. On the edge of the floor two women were kissing in the most gentle yet sensual way, their scantily clad bodies glistening with sweat. All possible combinations of people were enjoying the throb of the base and the deft touch of the DJ.
At first we all danced together, but it was obvious that Mary and Emma were interested in each other. Soon they were dancing like a couple, Mary's hands on Em's hips and Em's arms around Mary's shoulders.
I couldn't help but notice Billy's body. He was a great dancer. His skin was alabaster and he had deep blue eyes set off by dramatic eyeliner and long black lashes. His tight riding pants showed off lean but fit thighs and a very tight round butt. Several times he brushed up against me either turning so his ass pressed into my crotch or he let a hand linger on my shoulder, waist or chest. I have to admit that Billy was sexy and there was no doubt he was teasing me.
After an hour of dancing I looked over at Em and Mary and they were kissing each other. Billy mimed a drinking motion and we made our way to the bar. By now the 5280 club was packed and there was just enough room for me to squeeze into the bar. Billy slipped his hand around my waist and pushed up against me so that we could both order drinks. He smelled good like woman's perfume and as I turned to ask him what he wanted I couldn't help but notice his fine features and full glossy lips. There was an awkward pause as we froze for a moment face to face. I quickly said,
"What would you like to drink? How about a Mojito?"
"You read my mind sailor." Billy said with a coy grin.
I didn't want to move as I was enjoying Billy's arm around my waist and he wasn't moving either. I could feel his warm body pressed against me and I liked it. He leaned over just an inch from my ear and said,
"It appears we've done a good job tonight. It looks like Emma and Mary are hitting it off. So we got them laid... now what about us?"
Just then our drinks arrived. I was in a bit of shock. I took a big gulp finishing half. Billy was hot, and attractive in a way I had never experienced, and I didn't know what to do. Until that moment I hadn't considered anything that happened that night as more than just innocent flirting. But now it was happening. Did I want this man?
Billy gave me a sexy grin and I could feel the bulge of his package press against my hip. I knocked back the rest of my drink and Billy took my hand and pulled me back to the dance floor. He was doing a kind of backward samba as he led me to the dance floor his eyes locked on mine.
He placed my hands on his hips and we began to sway to the music. The crowd pressed in on us and soon my legs were between his and we were pressing against each other. Billy's hands wandered over my chest and shoulders, often caressing the nape of my neck. I began to reciprocate amazed at how slender his waist.
Soon we were face to face and it happened, we kissed. It was soft yet firm, more insistent than a woman's kiss. Billy was skilled with his tongue and it snaked into my mouth. I pulled him against me and my hands instinctively went to his ass. I could feel him moan into my mouth as I took two handfuls of butt and squeezed. I could not believe how erotic kissing Billy was and how good his body felt.
We continued to kiss on the dance floor, swaying to the pulse of the music. I could now feel his stiffening cock against my already hard 7" erection. Our lips parted and we simply smiled as we swayed to the music our hips locked together our hands on each others hips.
Billy smiled at me and tilted his head to the side and flipped his long blond hair. He said, "Hey wanna take me home?"
I nodded and Billy led me by the hand off the dance floor. Walking behind Billy I was amazed by his combination of feminine and masculine. He was about 5'10" his hips swayed and his ass was full and round, he had wide shoulders long slender arms, yet when he turned slightly I could see his delicious looking package and the outline of what appeared to be a nice size cock in his too-tight riding jodhpurs.
Half way to the door two leather biker types looked at Billy and nodded appreciatively. Here I was in this gay club and I had unintentionally made a conquest, or had Billy? I was flattered and confused but most of all completely horny.
As we stepped out into the cool night air I could see Billy's erect nipples and his pale smooth chest. I wanted this boy. Fortunately the cab line was short and Billy didn't live too far away.
We made out on the elevator ride up to his apartment. He surprised me by pushing me against the wall in the elevator and grabbing my cock and balls and squeezed them through my jeans as he looked at me and smiled. He just looked into my eyes and tightened and relaxed his grip as he sucked on the middle finger of my hand. His message was unmistakable.
His place was modern and very nice. I had found out that he was only 25 but made a bundle as a stylist. He kissed me quickly on the mouth then pushed me onto the couch.
"Get us something to drink baby while I go freshen up and slip into something sexier."
I couldn't imagine what would make Billy sexier than he was but I was not going to argue. I found a bottle of champagne in the fridge and since it was domestic and I was in essence a virgin I thought, "why not?"
I poured two glasses and drained mine. I was suddenly nervous. Was I doing the right thing? Should I run? My head was racing but my cock was still hard. Before I could work through all the different scenarios Billy walked into the room from his bedroom.
He looked amazing. He was wearing a pair of gold lame bikini panties the cradled his cock and balls like a bon-bon. He had on thigh-high nylons and a pair of gold high heel women's sandals. And to top it all off he was wearing a string of pearls.
"I thought you'd like my girlie side. Besides I'm betting you are new to this and this might help. You like?" said Billy
He turned around and bent over slightly showing off his perfect ass and long smooth legs. Yes I did like. I refilled my glass and brought another over to Billy and we toasted,
"To first times."
We clinked our glasses and drank. I slipped my arm around his waist and pulled him against me. Billy put his hand in my hair and we kissed passionately. He broke the kiss and motioned me to follow to the bedroom, giving me a good show of his round pantie clad ass.
Billy said, "stand here," pointing to the foot of the bed.
He kissed my neck as he unbuttoned my shirt, then my pants and pulled them down on my hips. Billy then moaned and dropped to his knees in front of me. He rubbed my bulge through my boxers, he was slow and deliberate driving me completely crazy with lust. He then took my cock, still clad in my shorts, and stroked it through the fabric. Continuing the tease Billy slowly pulled down my boxers until my rock hard cock popped out to Billy's delight.
"Mmmmm baby you have a nice cock, very tasty." Said Billy between licks and strokes of my thick hard on. "I love the pre-cum and you are giving me a lot. Mmmmm baby you taste so good."
Billy was a great cocksucker. He pushed me back on the bed and I scooted back so he could climb on. His gold pantie ass was in the air as he rested on his elbows sucking me off. From this angle Billy could have been a man or a woman. I realized that what had me turned-on was the sharing of an erotic, sexual experience with another soul. My inhibition seemed to slip away with that realization.
Billy now had my cock wet with saliva and he was making nasty slurping and sucking sounds. At one point I could feel him push down on my rod, making it go into his throat. Just like a porn star he repeatedly plunged all the way down and pulled off showing off long strings of sticky spit like a prize.
I was in heaven but I knew if I didn't stop this blowjob I'd cum, and I wanted this to last. I softly took hold of Billy's chin gently guiding him off my cock. He now straddled my chest and I could see the distinct outline of his hard tool in his gold panties. I rubbed his cock through the silky material.
Billy said in a breathy voice, "mmmmm my lover wants some boy cock?"
I pulled the panties down to reveal an uncut 6" cock. I stroked the shaft revealing the tip of Billy's cock head. I loved playing with and feeling Billy uncut cock and I stroked it with delight. Billy slid up my chest until his member was just within reach of my mouth. I pulled his foreskin back and the pre-cum covered dome of his cock head appeared. I move the foreskin back and forth over Billy's swollen mushroom head, it glistened in the low candle-light of the bedroom.
Billy was moaning and I began to lick the tip of his cock. I ran my tongue between the foreskin and his cock head savoring the taste of pre-cum that had collected there. I began to stroke him more vigorously and take more of the shaft in my mouth. His cock was thick and was widest just behind the head. I loved the velvety texture of it on my tongue. I drooled as I suck his cock in and out of my mouth.
Billy was now moaning and encouraging me as I sucked. "Come on baby suck me good. Take my cock in that hot mouth and suck it good, Fuck, yes babe do me, oh fuck, oh fuck, mmmmmm yeah suck it you fine cocksucker."
Billy gasped and pushed me off his cock. He reached over to the nightstand to open the drawer. He had to slide further up in the process. I took advantage of the situation to grab two full hands of ass and suck on his clean-shaven balls. He moaned in approval. After giving his nut sack a thorough sucking I pulled his ass to my mouth and rimmed his hole. I thought to myself that I could get to like this.
Billy said in a halting voice, "you know what I need babe."
He spun around so we were in a 69 position, after giving my hard cock a few nasty sucks he slid a condom on my bone and covered it in lube. Balancing himself over my erection he positioned his ass to fuck me. We were now facing each other and his shaggy mop of hair was slightly wet from the sweat on his face. His dark eye makeup made him look just like Daryl Hannah in Blade Runner and he gasped as he pushed himself down on my cock. However unlike Daryl Hannah he had a beautiful stiff boner pointing out at a 45 degree angle.
The sight of Billy, my cock in his ass and his cock so hard and throbbing was amazing. He worked more of my member into to his tight hole. It felt so unbelievably good. I began to thrust back and Billy began to smile as he fucked me.
As our pace increased his hard cock swung up and down, hitting my pelvis on the down-thrust. I had my hands on his ass encouraging him to take my cock in long full strokes. Billy would occasionally reach down and stroke himself as we fucked in this position.
"Oh baby, oh baby, oh fuckin baby, I love your fat cock inside me. Fuck your boy bitch good baby, yeah mmmmm fuck my ass soooo fuckin good." Billy hissed over and over as he bounced on my rock-hard cock.
I was reaching the point of no return. Billy let out a gasp and his head went back and his mouth opened. He was stroking his cock and a long rope of cum shot out. It landed across my face and neck. He gasped again and his body shuttered and another rope of cum landed on my chest, neck and chin. Billy's cum continued to flow from his cock and covered his hand and ran down onto my body.
I said, "Billy I'm going to cum baby."
He quickly dismounted and pulled off my condom going down on my cock his legs on either side of my head. I quickly took his still firm boner into my mouth and tasted and sucked the last bit of cum out of Billy as I reached orgasm.
My back arched and a powerful wave erupted from my core. Billy squeezed the base of my cock hard as my orgasm exploded in a rush. Wave-after-wave, I was cumming and cumming as I moaned with Billy's cock in my mouth. Billy hummed in appreciation and delight as he pumped my cock mercilessly his mouth sucking hard on my cock head.
We both collapsed in a cum-covered 69. Billy lifted himself and lay on top of me. I could see his face covered in cum and he was smiling and holding something in his mouth. We kissed and he pushed a mouthful of sperm and saliva into me. I swallowed it down greedily as we swapped sticky tongues.
Billy lay on top of me. I could feel his cock against mine as I squeezed his ass. We kissed and laughed until we both started to get hard again.
Billy said, "Do you think Emma and Mary are having this much fun?"
I said, "who?"
We made love into the morning, it was amazing. Billy and I hook up often. My bisexual awakening has been a revelation and I feel I am growing as a person and a lover all thanks to beautiful Billy. |
Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 08 | 153,144 | 4.77 | 1,267,769 | [
"lesbian",
"stockings",
"18-year-old",
"older woman",
"orgy",
"sybian",
"submissive",
"lesbian orgy",
"college",
"anal"
] | **Summary:** Jenny is a maid at lesbian fundraising orgy for Gov. Greene.
**Part 1:** Eighteen-year-old Jenny is a shy, curious babysitter who is pulled into the lesbian lifestyle by her pretty, seductive neighbor and employer, Megan.
**Part 2:** Jenny is taken out for a makeover where she meets her high school crush (cheerleader Karen) and ends up at a lesbian club (Le Château Club) where she accepts unconditionally that she is a submissive lesbian.
**Part 3:** Jenny, now also a sub to cheerleading captain Karen, becomes popular, sets new fashions with her thigh high stockings fetish, begins the seduction of a female teacher and serves as the pet for a group of cheerleaders at a retreat.
**Part 4:** Jenny completes her seduction of her pretty teacher.
**Part 5:** Returning home, she walks in on her Mom who has submitted to Karen. Shocked, Jenny listens to how her mother became a sub just like her.
**Part 6:** Jenny goes on her first lesbian date with Ashley, another cheerleader...who, unlike Karen, is not a Domme.
**Part 7:** Jenny flashes back to her first night with Governor Greene (which immediately follows the timeline from Chapter 2); Karen places Jenny in compromising situations; Ashley protects Jenny at all costs. The chapter ends in a strange triangle/standoff between Ashley, Karen and Jenny.
**Note 1:** As always, a great thanks to Robert, sexnovella, David, goamx86, and Wayne for editing this chapter. A major rewrite occurred in May 2018 by Tex Beethoven.
**Note 2:** Of course all participants are at least eighteen years old.
**CHAPTER 8**
Ashley and I brought each other off in my bedroom in a lengthy, sweet, sixty-nine before I reminded her, "We need to do our faces and hair for tonight and go talk with Mistress Megan."
Ashley said, "I find it weird that you have an adult Mistress."
"Without her we wouldn't have ever gotten to know each other," I smiled, kissing her affectionately. And she's no Karen, she's always a *benign* dominatrix even when she seems cruel. Smart, too!"
"I hope so," she nodded. "And maybe she can help us with this Karen problem."
"I hope so too," I nodded.
So we did a rush job of fixing and primping each other up, giggling and acting like little girl besties, not worrying about how we were dressed since I knew suitable clothing would be provided.
Twenty minutes later we knocked on Megan's door with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.
Part of me knew I couldn't let Karen control me with such carelessness, and yet another part of me was addicted to my utter submission and mindless following under her control. After all, she was the one who had transformed me from a nerdy wallflower into a popular, sexy cheerleader. (Of course with a major assist from Mistress Megan.)
On another note, I was undoubtedly falling ever more deeply in love with Ashley. I wanted to be with her and be her girlfriend... Yet I also needed to be the submissive I naturally was... and in spite of her ferocious protection of me today, I was sure Ashley couldn't play the dominant I craved. That just wasn't who she was.
These conflicting and confusing thoughts were ricocheting around in my head as Megan opened the door.
"Speak of the devil," she smiled.
"Can we talk?" I asked.
"Yes, we need to," she nodded, as she glanced down and saw I was holding Ashley's hand.
"And you must be Ashley," Megan greeted.
"How would you know that, Mistress? I haven't told you about her yet."
"Your Mom did; it was part of our pillow talk last night. Ashley, Jenny's mother wants you to know you'd better be good to her daughter. You've captured her heart and you need to cherish it."
"I promise, ma'am," Ashley nodded, nervous in the presence of my original Mistress, but giving my hand a hard squeeze.
"Please come in," Megan welcomed.
We did and I was surprised when little Max didn't come running. I asked, "Where's Max?"
"I needed him to be with your mother," she answered, telling me something was going on. "Let's go into the living room and talk."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, wanting to make it clear I was still her pet.
As we walked into the living room, I was shocked to see Karen sitting there sipping on a Slurpee.
"Hi, my slut," Karen purred with a wicked smile.
"You bitch!" Ashley growled, snapping into her own bitch mode, stepping protectively in front of me, which I found sexy and comforting. I loved having someone who cared about me that much!
Mistress Megan spoke up in a firm, no-nonsense tone, "Ladies! There will be none of this silly high school power trip drama in my home. Is that clear?"
Both Karen and I responded simultaneously, "Yes, Mistress."
I squeezed Ashley's elbow with intent and she apologized, "Sorry ma'am. That was disrespectful of me to say in your home."
Megan nodded, "It's okay, you're upset and I know why, but don't let it happen again."
"Yes, ma'am," Ashley nodded, nervous in front of Megan, who just oozed an authoritative persona that demanded respect... even though it was disguised by an urbanity that was hard to explain.
"And no more of this ma'am stuff," Mistress Megan continued, "it makes me feel old. Please call me Megan."
"Okay, Megan," Ashley agreed, relaxing slightly.
"Please be seated," Mistress Megan said graciously, as if she had invited us in for coffee.
We did.
"So Karen tells me we have a problem," she began as she sat down.
"Mistress, it's gotten complicated," I began.
"I understand complicated, and that's what we'll need to sort out," she nodded, before continuing, "now please tell me your version of today."
"Um, I..." I wasn't sure what to say.
"May I?" Ashley asked.
"Thank you but no, dear," Megan shook her head. "I'll have some questions for you later, but right now I need to hear everything from Jenny."
I took a deep breath and retold the day, including the call from Governor Greene, the conflict with Sabrina, the humiliation that included Miss Morgan and the tug-of-war over me between Ashley and Karen.
Once I was done, Megan asked, as if she were a psychiatrist, "And how does all this make you feel, my dear?"
"Confused," I admitted.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I'm conflicted," I admitted.
Ashley interjected, "Jenny wants Karen and the others to leave her alone!"
"Is that true?" Megan asked.
"I don't know," I admitted.
"What?! What do you mean?" Ashley asked, surprised.
I felt bad at not being able just to say yes, I loved Ashley and that's what mattered. But as I looked at Karen, who had been my first female fantasy and the dominant, influential girl who had taken me under her wing, I was confused again.
Megan, able to read my confusion said, "Well, I see a couple of problems and a few possible resolutions."
We all looked at her as if she were the messiah who could solve all our problems.
Megan began by turning to Karen, "First, you. You were careless with your pet. Forcing her onto her teacher and then domming her with the other cheerleaders is not going to build trust. That takes time."
Karen's usually confident aura faded as she whispered, "Yes, Mistress."
"You need to understand your pet's needs because they are just as important, if not more important, than your own," Megan continued. "A good Mistress nurtures and provides a safe environment for her subs to satisfy their needs, even if those needs include being humiliated."
"I understand," Karen nodded.
"Do you?" Megan asked. "Tell me what Jenny needs."
Karen studied me as if the answer were written on my face.
Ironically, I couldn't have answered that question to save my life! I was more confused now than I'd been back when I was still puzzling over my sexuality before Megan had awakened my submissive side.
Megan had left a deliberately pregnant pause for Karen to struggle for a sensible answer before breaking it with, "Don't worry for now, it's an unfair question. Our sweet Jenny herself doesn't even know what she wants. But as a Mistress, your duty and your brilliance as you develop it, is to help her discover what she wants, and more importantly what she needs."
"How do you do that?" Karen asked, curious to know.
"It takes time, understanding and experience," Megan said. "And you are still very young."
"Okay," Karen said, looking confused.
"Karen, you have the potential to become a great Mistress, but you're only trying to be a domme," Megan said.
"There's a difference?" Karen asked.
"A large one. A domme revels in dominating her subject. The relationship, if it can even be called one, is hierarchical with a clear top and bottom and the hierarchy itself is the only point. Which, by the way, was forever immortalized in the 'Shades of Gray' movies. But that series is hugely flawed since in the end, Christian changes and becomes compassionate. Real life people don't change, not in such basic ways. If there were a part four, it would likely be about him cheating on her. 'The Story of O' is even worse: at the end the sub is given permission to commit suicide, which she then does. It's impossible to argue that the submissive's needs were met."
"The Story of O was way before my time, but those Grey books were terrible," Ashley chipped in.
"Yet you read all three," Megan pointed out.
"Yes," Ashley nodded.
"Because we all want to trust that we can find the happy ending. To justify the crazy belief held by women that we can change men. We can't. Trust me, I've tried. Oh sure, we can get them to put the toilet seat down or learn how a laundry machine works, but those are trivial things. You can't reach inside somebody and change their personality. Anyway, now I'm lecturing. What was my point?"
"Mistress versus domme," I reminded her, by now very curious to know the difference .
"Right, right," Megan laughed. "So a Mistress, on the other hand, cares for her submissive as if she were one of her children. She will reward her when she is good, punish her when she is bad. But the bottom line is that she will *always* look out for the best interests of her pet. A pet's greatest pleasure comes from pleasing her Mistress. Conversely, the greatest pleasure a Mistress can receive is from watching her submissive obtain what she needs. It's far more than sex, it's an unspoken understanding that both Mistress and submissive gain equally, albeit in very different ways. With a domme it's only about sex and power. There is no love, no nurturing, no growth."
"Oh, God," Karen said, mortified by a new interpretation of her treatment of me today.
"Now Karen," Megan continued, "don't be too hard on yourself. Wasn't it Shakespeare who said 'absolute power corrupts absolutely'?"
"In Macbeth," I nodded, like the geek I am.
"Right," Megan nodded. "The point I'm making, although long-winded, is that Karen, you lost your way today. You let your power go to your head. Do you care about Jenny?"
"Yes, I do," Karen nodded seriously, surprising me.
"And is sharing her thoughtlessly with a vindictive person like Sabrina a helpful form of discipline?" Megan questioned.
"No," Karen admitted.
"And is blackmailing a teacher into potentially losing her job so you can make a point a responsible thing to do?" Megan continued.
"No," Karen whispered, guilt written all over her face.
I jumped in, feeling guilty about seeing Karen looking so vulnerable and needed to interject, "But Miss Morgan said she *liked* submitting to Karen. She even said she might want to do it again."
"That may indeed be true, Jenny. I believe Karen has a natural gift of sensing the submissive inside if it's there. But Karen, that doesn't mean you may *ever* use blackmail or risk someone's career to get what you want. If you are who I think you are, you'll end up hating yourself if you continue doing things like that."
Karen looked at me and said sincerely, "I'm very sorry, Jenny."
She then turned to Ashley. "I'm sorry to you too, Ashley. I let my power override my common sense."
"Good," Megan nodded. She looked at Ashley as if expecting a response. When none came, she continued, "Every good Mistress needs to understand the humility of being a submissive. I learned that from my Mistress, and Karen will learn that from me."
Karen, without orders, dropped to her knees in front of Megan and said, "I understand, Mistress. How can I regain your trust?"
Megan opened her legs and said aggressively, "Eat me, bitch; I think that will be a good start."
Both Ashley and I watched the usually strong-willed head cheerleader bury her face between Megan's legs... her humility being tested. On the surface it appeared Mistress Megan had become no more then the domme she had just been disparaging. But I could see how it was satisfying Karen's need to understand, to grow.
"Now you, Jenny," Megan said, turning to me and acting casual as if she weren't having her pussy licked.
"Yes, Mistress?" I nodded, unsure whether I was in trouble or not.
"What do you want?" she asked bluntly.
"What do you mean?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what she was asking. What I didn't know was the answer.
"Not even two weeks ago you were lusting after Karen and eagerly asking me to make her your Mistress."
"Things change," Ashley said.
Megan turned to her. "Ashley, you appear to be a nice girl and a passionate person who cares deeply for Jenny and her welfare. I get that. But this is my home and at the moment I am speaking with her, is that clear?"
Her voice was firm and no nonsense, yet not condescending or rude.
"Yes, ma'am," Ashley nodded.
"Thank you," Megan smiled. "You are a beautiful young woman, inside and out."
"Thank you," Ashley blushed, getting caught in the exotic seductive web Megan always created without even trying.
"Now Jenny, you can't fluctuate about being a pet," Megan continued. "You are one or you aren't one. It's not a club you can attend on Tuesdays and take the rest of the week off."
"I know," I whispered, distracted by watching Karen between her legs and wishing it was me.
"For example," she continued, running her fingers through Karen's hair. "If I told you to go to Sabrina's right now and be her unconditional pet for the evening, would you do it?"
I didn't look at Ashley, not wanting to disappoint her. But the answer was black and white. I answered, "I would obey you, Mistress."
"And if Karen gave you the same instruction?" Megan continued.
I clearly saw her message. I didn't get to pick and choose my obedience. Either I was a submissive pet to a Mistress or I wasn't.
I answered, still avoiding looking at Ashley, fearing our relationship was over before it had really begun, but thankful for one last satisfying romantic encounter just twenty minutes ago (was it just twenty minutes ago? It seemed an eternity). "I'd obey."
"Good answer," Megan nodded, letting out a soft moan. "Because your Mistresses should never put you in situations that will put you at real risk, although we may often put you in situations that test and push your boundaries."
"Of course, Mistress." I nodded, her words making complete sense. Yet, I still felt guilt at not standing side by side with Ashley.
"That said," Megan continued, "A good caring Mistress would never do such a thing to her pet as sending her to a Sabrina unless she knows that's what the pet wants or needs. And by the way Karen, a pet's needs must always trump her wants. You may override her wants almost on a whim if you have cause, but never her needs."
Ashley asked, "Ma'am, may I ask a question?"
"Of course, my dear," Megan nodded, sounding more like a mother figure or philosophy teacher than a powerful Mistress. "But remember, please call me Megan."
"Right, sorry, Megan... Megan, I understand what you just said. But how do you balance it? I mean, I've always been a rather submissive person myself. Yet today I totally lost it. I felt the need to protect my Jenny at all costs and acted on it at all costs," Ashley said, looking vulnerable. Had she committed some sort of unforgivable sin today?
"Well, *that* is a tough question," Megan nodded. "It's nature versus nurture. Your *nature* is who you are and in sexual terms, determines whether you're a natural submissive or dominant. Although some girls can be a switch, meaning dominant or submissive depending on mood, relationship and time. As for *nurture*, we're all human beings with feelings, and it's a caring woman's natural role to nurture and protect the person they care most about. So in the end, your reactions and feelings today make complete sense. In essence, all I have to say about that is, 'Well done.'"
"Really?" Ashley asked, completely taken by Megan just as I'd been from the start.
"Of course, my dear," Megan nodded. "I'm pretty sure you're also only a few steps along the path to understanding your sexuality. Like the rest of us, you have a long journey."
"Oh, I'm definitely a lesbian," Ashley stressed, looking at me.
"That may well be and I won't disagree with you," Megan nodded, "but your basic sexual orientation is only the first step to understanding your sexuality. The complete picture is very complex and it takes years to completely understand who you are as a sexual being."
"What do you mean?" Ashley asked confused, thankfully asking the very question I was burning to ask.
"Well, for example: Do you prefer to dominate? To be dominated? If being dominated is your basic nature, do you respond best to humiliation or to being controlled with kindness, or sometimes one and sometimes the other? Do you yearn to dominate or submit or both, making you a Switch? Do you yearn to give the strap-on or take the strap-on? What toys get you off the best? If there were no physical restrictions what would send you furthest into ecstasy? Where is your g-spot? Your trigger zones? What are your most longed-for fantasies?" Megan listed on and on, touching on fetishes like bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, latex and on and on.
"Oh my," Ashley responded, overwhelmed by this endless list.
"It took me years to learn that I get the most satisfaction from seducing and training young women who are obviously lesbian or bi but haven't yet come to grips with that reality," Megan explained, looking directly at me.
I nodded my understanding and yes...my gratitude.
"The key to being a Mistress instead of a thug is that you need to care about your pet," Megan said, lifting up Karen's head from between her legs and asking her face to face, "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Karen answered, looking so obedient and so submissive.
Megan shoved her trainee mistress back into her pussy and said, "So Jenny, you have a decision to make. You can resign from being a submissive and return to the so-called normal world, or you must resolve to be a true pet and accept that your Mistress, or in your case Mistresses, know what is best for you. Two different paths, one or the other, and once you decide, no turning back."
I looked helplessly at Ashley, feeling torn apart.
I wanted it *all!* I longed to bury my face in Megan's pussy, I yearned to be a submissive to Karen and I also desperately needed to be in a relationship with Ashley. I had no idea what to say, and once again the room went silent endlessly in another one of Megan's pregnant pauses.
Then Megan, wonderful Megan, my beautiful and wise Mistress Megan, reading my mind like she often did, added, "And yes, sweetheart, you can have it all."
That statement felt like she'd just dumped a huge bucket of ice water on my despair! "What? Really? How?" I was stunned by how quickly I found myself pleading, "Oh God, Mistress, please tell me how!"
"Got your attention did I? Good; calm down and listen; this won't be a one-word answer. Ready?"
I nodded, hanging on her every word.
"Two things. First, you need to have caring Mistresses who understand your sexual needs and will look after you," Megan explained, before turning to Ashley and adding, "and second, you need to have a loving and trusting girlfriend who understands you love her desperately but you also need to live the life of a pet."
"Wow! This is all a little much," Ashley breathed, floored.
"I imagine so," Megan nodded, as she moaned. "But take your time to absorb that and consider. I need a moment, anyway."
And we watched Megan shift from sexual guru to dominant Mistress.
"That's it slut, tell me what you want!" Megan growled, looking down at Karen.
Karen responded, "I want your cum, Mistress."
"I'm not sure you deserve it," Megan said, lifting Karen's head up by the hair. "You've been a very careless and thoughtless Mistress. You've been dangerously cruel."
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Karen apologized. "I let the power go to my head."
"Absolute power corrupts absolutely," Megan repeated, again quoting the line from Macbeth.
"Luckily I have a Mistress to keep me in line," Karen said.
"You will apologize to that teacher tomorrow," Megan instructed. "On your knees. You will beg for her forgiveness."
"Yes, Mistress," Karen agreed.
"And since you need to understand completely the role of a submissive, as it's the only way to become a compassionate mistress, I am going to send you this weekend to a black friend of mine. She loves submissive white girls, which you will be for her."
"Okay," Karen agreed, although her tone showed serious trepidation. Karma's a bitch!
"She is a very strong black Mistress who really has an aura over white sluts," Megan explained, "you won't even have to try to feel intimidated by her, it'll just happen."
"Okay," Karen said again, still sounding unsure.
"As I mentioned before, only by serving as an unconditional submissive to a strong Mistress, will you ever be able to understand the needs and desires of your submissives," Megan repeated. "And trust me, once you meet Jazmine you will experience your own need to succumb body and soul."
"Okay," Karen nodded.
"Now finish me off, slut," Megan ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," Karen nodded, really nervous about being given to a complete stranger.
I felt bad for her, but slightly jealous... the idea of submitting to a stranger like that was a real turn on!
"That's it, suck on my clit," Megan ordered, before coming a minute later.
Once she was done, she pulled Karen up and said, "You may go. I'll text you details about Mistress Jazmine and in the meantime, I'll want progress reports about my other orders."
"Yes, Mistress, you'll have them," Karen nodded, standing up. Turning to me, she repeated her apology with a formal little bow, "I'm sorry to both of you."
"It's okay, Mistress," I replied, wanting to make it clear that I too understood I had done wrong. "I'm sorry, too."
Ashley joked, "We may need an intervention."
"This *was* one," Megan joked back.
Karen added, "Or just a room with some toys."
Megan said, "Oh, Jenny and Ashley are already going to one of those tonight. Now leave us, Karen."
"Yes, Mistress," Karen nodded, leaving.
"So you've made up your mind?" Megan asked.
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded. "If you, Karen and Ashley will have me as you described, I want it all, and I'll do my very best to deserve it."
"There's no question about Karen's and my acceptance of you. But Ashley, are you comfortable with Jenny's decision? Will you accept and return Jenny's love as I described?" Megan asked.
"Yes, Mistress, I will with all my heart, but..." Ashley responded.
"But? Mistress? Are you offering yourself to me?" Megan asked.
"Yes, Mistress, I am," Ashley nodded, looking at me and smiling, before dropping to her knees in front of Megan.
"You understand I expect total obedience," Megan clarified.
"Yes, Mistress," Ashley nodded.
I watched in awe at Ashley's decision.
"Good, but I want to make sure you really want to do this," Megan said. "So I'm going to have you go home and think about it. If you're serious, come to me on Saturday evening."
"Oh, okay," Ashley said, clearly disappointed.
"It's okay, my pet," Megan smiled. "I'm sure you *won't* change your mind. But I don't want you making a spur of the moment decision and later second guessing yourself; I want you to be able to remember you've thought this through and made an informed decision. For instance, it would be good to ask Jenny lots of questions before Saturday."
"I guess," Ashley nodded.
"Plus, I believe you are both expected somewhere else very soon," Megan said, looking at her watch.
"Oh, shit," I said. "What time is it?"
"Almost time to begin the night of your lives," Megan predicted.
"May we go, Mistress?" I asked.
"Of course," Megan nodded, standing up and pulling Ashley up. She leaned up and kissed her. The kiss was soft and tender. When she broke it, she smiled, "I'll see both of you later tonight."
"You'll be there too?" I asked, as Ashley stared at Megan in a complete state of arousal.
"Of course," she nodded, walking over to me. "The Governor's parties are legendary." She leaned in and kissed me too. Then she broke the kiss and said, "Now, go. The Governor does not appreciate tardiness."
"Yes, Mistress," both Ashley and I said in unison.
Once back outside, Ashley summed up everything in one word: "Wow!"
I laughed, "Somehow life got a lot more complex."
"That's *such* an understatement," Ashley laughed back, taking my hand.
"You don't have to submit to Mistress Megan for me," I said, looking into her eyes.
"I know," she nodded. "But it's not *for* you, I want to do everything *with* you."
I smiled.
She then added, "Plus, she's pretty impossible to resist."
"That she is," I agreed.
"I also understand that we must obey Karen," Ashley said.
"No, *you* don't, just *I* do," I pointed out.
"No, I'd been submissive to her before you," Ashley said. "She's been very good to me overall. Plus, without her I never would have found you."
I smiled, my heart going all pitter-patter at my girlfriend's sweetness.
We saw a limousine pulling up in front of my house.
I asked her, eyes twinkling, "Well girlfriend, ready for an adventure?"
"I'm ready for anything as long as you're by my side," my girlfriend replied happily, squeezing my hand. Life is good!
Hand in hand we walked to the limousine, a uniformed driver opened a rear door for us, waved us in as if we were royalty and then we cuddled together as the teenaged lovers we were as we silently awaited whatever was next.
When we arrived at the Governor's mansion and our driver had flourished us out, I asked, "Ready?"
"No," Ashley said, "but I *am* darn curious."
I laughed, "Good word choice, Alice."
Hand in hand, we walked, no, *proceeded* up the walkway to the mansion and one of the largest front doors I'd ever seen, to be greeted by likely the prettiest woman I'd ever seen in real life. Blonde, blue-eyed and big-breasted and with a dazzling smile, I felt we were in the presence of perfection.
She greeted, "You must be the servers for tonight."
"I think so," I answered.
"Very, very cute," she smiled, checking me out.
"You're very, very perfect," I countered, flirting... something I wasn't very good at.
Ashley added, "You look like you just stepped out of a magazine."
She laughed, and shrugged, "It's just how I've always looked." After a moment, she added, "Come on in. We need to get you fixed up and into your evening attire."
"Okay," Ashley and I both said, looking each other and both mouthing 'Wow!'
From behind, she was just as perfect. A tight ass and great legs in beige nylons and walking gracefully in five-inch heels.
She led us down a long high-domed hallway, up a grand flight of stairs, down another long hallway and then into a room which, like the Governor's bedroom had been, was bigger than my entire house.
She faced us and gave us a formal little bow, not obsequiously but just to set an elegant tone. Ashley and I released each other's hands, stood very straight and returned the courtesy.
"My name is Chanel, and you young ladies are to do as I say this evening. Not in any major way, but I'll be preparing you for your duties and tell you where to go, that sort of thing."
I thought to myself, *Of course she would be a Chanel and not some common name like Betty.* Speaking on behalf of the aforementioned 'young ladies' I returned as elegantly as possible, "I'm Jenny and this Ashley. We will be hap... um, shall be *delighted* to do, um, to *abide by* whatever you say, Miss."
Chanel gave us a disarming giggle and assured us, "You can relax a bit, we don't have to be all *that* formal with each other, we're just the help."
She continued, "I'm to prepare you for this evening. Who wants to be gotten ready first?"
"I do, I guess," I offered, more relaxed, but still unsure what the plan was.
"Good," she said, "please stand right here, may I touch you?" I nodded my assent and with no further preliminary she began to undress me. Not impersonally, but as an appreciative lover, bestowing constant little kisses and caresses all over me, paying special attention to my breasts and other points of interest as she uncovered them.
My body trembled as I glanced over to Ashley, who was watching closely, her eyes very wide.
Once I was down to my thigh highs, Chanel dropped to her knees and sensuously rolled my stockings down my legs. Once I was completely naked, she blew a stream of moist, cool air onto my wet pussy and explained, "One of my duties is to get you off as part of your preparation. The Governor doesn't wish you ladies to be distracted by any unnecessary sexual tension as you begin the evening."
"Um, okaaaay," I moaned, as she began licking.
I reached towards Ashley for some support and she came over first to steady me with a hand, but soon she was caressing my cheek and my sensitive breasts and kissing my lips as I supported myself with my hands on her steady shoulders and this blonde goddess got me off.
We both looked down to watch, mesmerized that the most beautiful woman in the world was willingly on her knees licking my pussy; and her tongue was doing wonders. I don't know if it was her beauty, the situation, or her tongue... likely all three... but my orgasm grew quickly.
She purred, "You taste so sweet, Jenny," as she slid two fingers inside me.
She found my g-spot in seconds and began drumming her fingers on it.
"Oh God," I screamed, holding tight to Ashley's shoulders. The double simulation on my clit and g-spot was too much and I came hard! She lapped up my cum and then stood up and kissed me, but only briefly, like a punctuation mark.
Breaking the kiss, she turned to Ashley and said playfully, "Your turn, sexy. May I touch you?"
"You bet!," Ashley grinned, although looking as stunned as I did, as we released each other so Chanel could undress her in the same attentive and stimulating fashion as she'd done me.
While my girlfriend and I again kissed and embraced each other and Ashley held onto me for dear life, Chanel replicated her pussy pleasing on her, and she also came rather quickly from Chanel's talented fingers and tongue.
Chanel stood up, gave us each a brief kiss, briefly used some baby wipes on our pussies, pointed to a bed across the cavernous room and ordered, "Both of you please put on the outfits laid out on that bed for you."
"Yes, ma'am," I said, wanting to show her our submissiveness and maybe get the privilege, hopefully with Ashley's help, of returning the favour.
"Ma'am?" she chuckled. "I'm only nineteen."
"Sorry," I apologized.
"It's okay," she smiled. "Like you I'm submissive, so I can empathise with your desire to please people."
"Well, you certainly know *how* to please," Ashley complimented her earnestly.
"As I imagine both of you do as well," Chanel said, as she pointed to the outfits on the bed, which were clearly maids' outfits. Since I was noticeably shorter than Ashley, it was obvious which outfit was for whom.
We both put on black thigh highs with seams down the back of the legs, black skirts and white blouses... and not surprisingly after Megan's hints about tonight, there weren't any panties or bras.
Once we were dressed, Chanel instructed, "Please follow me."
We did and were led across the large room to a walk-in closet containing hundreds of pairs of shoes.
Ashley gasped, "I'm in heaven!"
"Didn't I just take you to heaven a few minutes ago?" Chanel quipped.
"That you did," Ashley laughed.
"Happy heel hunting," Chanel said, before adding, "The Governor would prefer you each in four- or five-inch heels, but will understand if that isn't something you'll be comfortable walking in. You'll be on your feet most of the night, so don't be martyrs."
Ashley giggled, like a kid in a candy store, "Shoes!"
I nodded, "Okay."
"By the way, choose wisely, as you're welcome to keep whatever pair you decide on as a gift," Chanel added.
"No way!" Ashley gasped, as she headed into the closet 'shoe store'.
For fifteen minutes we were like Barbie girls as we tried on dozens of heels.
"How can I possibly choose only one?" Ashley asked.
"How many would you like?" asked a voice from behind us.
Ashley froze.
I turned around in a pair of gorgeous but [awkward]()[[A1]](#_cmnt1) five-inch red heels and greeted, "Hi, Governor Greene."
"Hi, Jenny," the Governor greeted, dressed in a classy black dress as she walked over to Ashley and gave her a brief hug. "And you must be Ashley."
"H-h-hi Governor," Ashley stammered, as she shook her hand.
"Are you two enjoying yourselves?" she asked.
"It's like a dream come true," Ashley said, gushing.
Governor Greene smiled as she asked her, "Meeting me, serving at a gala fundraiser tonight or trying on shoes?"
Ashley, blushing bright red, admitted, "All three, ma'am."
"Your girlfriend is adorably cute, Jenny," the Governor chuckled.
"I couldn't agree more," I smiled, winking at a befuddled, star-struck Ashley.
"You two are *both* so cute," the Governor smiled. After a pause she asked, "Can't you choose just one pair, Ashley?"
"It's like trying to pick only one flavour of ice cream," Ashley said.
"Mmmm," she purred, "I do enjoy a variety of flavours."
I knew her message was naughty, but Ashley didn't catch on.
I added, enjoying a variety of flavours myself, "Spice is the variety of life."
"That it is," Governor Greene nodded, before offering, "each of you can keep three."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Ashley burbled, as if she had won the lottery.
"That's very generous," I said.
"I can be very, very generous," she smiled back, giving me a sly wink.
Ashley was still oblivious to the naughty innuendos that were being tossed back and forth as she focused on her shoe selecting.
Governor Greene added, "So, you two will be servers for the fundraiser."
"Okay," I nodded.
"And although you may both receive some attention from the guests," she continued, "you're both off limits until after the auction."
"Okay," I agreed, curious to know what kind of auction it was.
But Ashley wanted to know, "Off limits?"
The Governor explained, "You'll have to put up with it if they pat your cheeks or your bottom, but they'll have to wait before taking any further liberties with you, and even then it's up to you what to allow. There's a fine line between sexual harassment and sexual freedom, but we do draw one here: no means no, no matter who they think they are. But bottom patting and even cheek pinching top and bottom are assumed to be okay, so if you object to those you'd better tell me now."
"Oh," Ashley blushed, "no, I guess that will be all right, Mistress."
Governor Greene handed me a sheet of paper. "I hate to have you sign this, as I trust you completely. But my legal affairs manager insists on all people here signing it."
"What is it?" I asked.
"A non-disclosure agreement," she said. "Essentially, what happens in my house, stays in my house. It also mentions what I just said about bottom patting. It's very thorough, but not sneaky."
"Of course," I nodded, signing it without question.
Ashley signed one too and Governor Greene announced, leaning in and kissing me briefly, "Ten minutes." Ashley was too busy looking at shoes to notice.
Once she was gone, I joined Ashley and we finished selecting our shoes.
I slid on a pair of black four-inch open-toed heels, and also selected a five-inch pair of black heels and a four-inch pair of gold ones.
Ashley picked all five-inch heels in black, red and lastly purple, a colour I couldn't fathom anyone ever wearing except to a formal wine tasting.
With both of us wearing our new black heels, I asked, "Ready?"
Ashley joked, "I kind of feel like Alice about to drop into Wonderland."
I smiled, as she referenced one of my favourite books, "Well, at least there'll be two of us this time, and nobody screaming, 'off with her head'."
I won't bore you with the details of the next couple of hours. We served food and drinks to over a hundred impeccably-dressed women, including some I had seen before at Le Château Club, many high-end women, a few celebrities, and, as she'd promised, Mistress Megan.
A couple of women, well seven actually, which is a more than a couple, gave me business cards, a dozen either squeezed my ass, pinched my cheeks or caressed an arm or leg. I was given lots of compliments and couldn't believe how crude women of means could be. Their familiarities also had me incredibly horny and wet.
I was also shocked by the fact that there were events on a make-shift stage where the guests could gamble as part of the fundraiser. They included:
\-a pretty college-aged woman on a Sybian, where guests could bet on how long it would take for her to come as she tried to hold off as long as possible (the female version of riding a mechanical bull).
\-an older woman being fisted to orgasm (guests again betting on how long to splashdown).
\-another woman in her forties I'm guessing, on another Sybian, this time the betting on how many orgasms in half an hour (thirteen turned out to be the iconic lucky number). I wanted to go and ride that toy.
\-a parliament of sorority sisters (think peafowl) who competed to see who could come first while ass fucking massive dildos suction-cupped to the floor (I couldn't fathom ever doing such a thing).
My pussy was on fire by the time Governor Greene finally appeared onstage with a microphone.
"Good evening ladies, and I hope you have enjoyed the festivities so far," she opened.
There was polite clapping.
"This fundraiser is very important as all proceeds go to a very good cause," she said, and after pausing for dramatic effect, "the cause of electing the first female President of the United States."
The crowd erupted. I gasped... my hero was going to run for President!
The crowd clapped enthusiastically for several minutes it seemed, before the Governor could finally speak again.
"And tonight, we have five special auctions where all the proceeds will go to my campaign," she continued.
More applause. I felt like I was at a rock concert.
"Up first, a weekend as a submissive at my old alma mater, Athabasca Conservatory of Advanced Athletics. You will serve as the complete submissive for the entire sorority, pleasuring so much young, fresh pussy that you will likely never want to leave," the Governor announced.
Instantly, a woman called out, "One million."
My mouth dropped open. She didn't really mean a million dollars!
"One and a half," someone else spoke up.
I glanced over to Ashley who looked as stunned as I felt. I mouthed, 'Holy shit' and she nodded.
In the end, a pretty, slightly chubby woman in her early thirties I guessed, paid 2.35 million for the privilege of being a submissive to an entire, very athletic sorority. I was in awe... and a bit jealous.
The Governor said, "That was very generous, Tiffany. I imagine you are in for the weekend of your life."
"I hope so," Tiffany replied with a big smile.
Governor Greene continued, "Our second auction has become a tradition over the past few years. A lifetime head-of-the-line pass to Le Château Club as well as to Big Rosie's legendary sweet black pussy. A pussy, I might add, I have myself savoured many times."
"Who hasn't?" someone called out, prompting a roomful of laughter.
I smiled to myself, recalling being at the Le Château Club just two weekends ago and tasting that same heavenly nectar for myself. As Big Rosie sauntered onstage and reclined on a couch, my mouth watered at the memory.
"Who wants to munch on my cunt right now?" Big Rosie asked.
Lots of women yelled "Me!", but it was Candace Carter, a TV Celebrity, whom I had seen at Le Château Club (Bedding the Babysitter Chapter 2) who quickly rushed up to Big Rosie and buried her face between her legs.
The Governor laughed, "Candace is obviously hungry."
The crowd laughed and someone yelled, "We *all* are for Big Rosie."
"Line up then," Big Rosie moaned, "I'll be right here all night."
"Ten thousand," someone yelled out.
"Don't insult me like that," Big Rosie scolded, as she removed her blouse to reveal her massive tits.
"One hundred thousand," someone else called out.
"Now that's more like it," Big Rosie said.
"One fifty."
"Two hundred."
"Four hundred thousand."
"Four ten."
"Four twenty-five."
"Five hundred thousand," the same woman who'd jumped the bidding from two hundred thousand to four called out.
Rosie purred, "Whoever wins the bid also gets to replace Candace tonight."
"Five twenty-five," a large but pretty redhead called out.
"Five fifty," the other bidder, a slim, young Asian woman, quickly upped the ante.
The bidding went back and forth, until the Asian sighed and said, "Fuck it, a million."
"I'm out," the redhead said.
"Any last-minute bidders?" Governor Greene asked. "No? Going once, twice and sold to Mrs. Ash."
Applause broke out as Mrs. Ash walked up to Candace and ordered, "Move over bitch."
Candace ignored her, continuing to lick Rosie.
The small Asian pulled Candace by the hair and Rosie laughed, "Ladies, there is enough Big Rosie for everyone."
"What the fuck?" Candace snapped, ready to have a catfight by the looks of it.
"I want first dibs," Mrs. Ash said.
"Candace was here first," Big Rosie said, always calm and never rattled. "She can finish what she started. Plus, my second orgasm is always worth the extra work."
"Fine," Mrs. Ash huffed, as Candace, looking pissed off, crawled back between Big Rosie's legs.
The Governor joked, "All good things come to those that who wait... like for the first female President."
The crowd roared with approval.
"Before I continue, I have to thank you all for being here, for supporting me over the years, for supporting the lesbian community, and for your incredible generosity today. This next auction is, believe it or not, not sexual."
There were mocking boos.
"But I think you will like it," she continued. "You will accompany me as my guest at the upcoming Oscars."
Gasps again.
"Besides being my plus one, which if you wish can include some very authentic snacks, if you know what I mean, and I *know* you know what I mean, you get a first class flight, luxury hotel accommodations, and access to the after party," she explained.
"Will I only get to eat your pussy once, Governor?" someone yelled out.
"No, I'll be an all-you-can-eat buffet," the Governor quipped back.
"Five hundred thousand."
"One million."
"Two."
"Three."
"Four."
"Six."
I couldn't believe all the money being thrown around, yet I also could understand, having recently spent an entire night with the Governor myself, why someone would pay so much for such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
I ran out of champagne and headed off to get more. By the time I returned, the bidding stood at nine and a half million dollars.
"Sold for nine-and-a-half mill," Governor Greene declared, before adding, "Carissa, you and I will have a lovely time."
"Oh, it will be a lot more than lovely," the drop-dead gorgeous brunette crooned. I recognized her face from somewhere, but I wasn't sure where.
"Up next is something different," the Governor declared. "Something I have never had the opportunity to offer before." After a pause, she explained, "The winner of this next auction will be flown to California and take part in a professionally filmed porn movie where you will make all the calls. You may star in it if you wish, you may direct it, you may cast it; you may even write the script, although as you all know," she added tongue in cheek, "writing a porn script requires real talent. The film when completed, can be a souvenir just for you or released worldwide. Again, that is completely up to you."
"One million."
I resumed handed out drinks, many becoming empty very quickly as the porn movie bidding increased, although by this time the bids were growing in smaller increments.
I was suddenly so busy, both serving drinks and being pinched, that I didn't even hear what the final bid was. I did wonder how fun it might be to script and star in a movie about my journey from shy babysitter to cheerleader submissive to whatever I was now.
"And last, but certainly not least, the final auction is for your own live-in submissive for one year," Governor Greene revealed.
There were gasps throughout the crowd.
"And, if all goes well, you may arrange with the pet if she's still willing, for the arrangement to become permanent," she continued. "The only condition for this one is that she is a lesbian and will not have sex with any men in any form. On the other hand, you may share her with your female friends and family as you wish. Please welcome... Sarah!"
It was the same woman I had seen first on the Sybian. She was beautiful and was now completely naked. Her figure was athletic, but her musculature was encased in just enough soft flesh that the effect was of a gorgeous woman just *bursting* with sexuality.
"Two million," someone yelled out as soon as they saw who the live-in pet would be.
"Four," another said.
"Twenty," a very famous ex-teen star, Jessica Jones, who had earlier squeezed my ass, called out.
The roomful of women gasped. This bid was a *lot* higher than any of the others!
The Governor looked shocked as well.
Are there, um, any further bids?" The Governor asked. "Going once, twice..."
"Twenty-one," another big movie star, the ever-present tabloid cover girl Brittany Banes called out.
The ex-teen star's big smile faded. The spotlight had moved on as quickly as it had shined on her. "Twenty-two," she said, glaring at her fellow movie star... both of them once co-stars in a Disney movie.
"Twenty-five," Brittany upped, her smile wide and this obviously being about more than just the girl onstage. But she was having fun with this; Jessica was not.
"Twenty-six," Jessica said, her glare enough to make almost anyone back down, except apparently Brittany.
"Twenty-seven," Brittany quickly bid.
"Twenty-eight."
"Twenty-nine," Brittany sang out, literally all sing-song.
"Thirty million!" Jessica declared.
Brittany smiled, blew Jessica a kiss, and said brightly, "I give up! I think I've spent enough of your money today, Jessie darling."
"No more?" the Governor asked. "Going once, twice, sold. Thank you, Jessica for your very generous donation."
"It all goes to a good cause," Jessica smiled, shifting back into fake I'm-so-nice mode.
I went over to Ashley and she said, "This is still like Alice in Wonderland, but now I think I'm in a porn version!"
I asked, an idea already spinning, "Want to join the cast?"
"What? How?" she asked.
"We can offer to be pets together to the highest bidder for a single night," I suggested.
"No way!" she gasped. Not in a 'No way in hell' way,' but rather in a 'G'wan, you're not serious?' way.
"Sure," I shrugged. "It'll be fun! It will be something we can do to raise funds for Governor Greene and it will be something we can share just between the two of us. Plus with whoever wins the bidding, of course."
"Fuck it, I already feel like the Mad Hatter," she laughed.
I grabbed her hand before she had time to change her mind and tugged her up to Governor Greene, who was chatting with Jessica Jones.
She saw us and I said, "Ma'am, may I offer you something? I mean something specific?"
"Sure, Jenny," she smiled, happy for an excuse to break away from Jessica, who was being nice on the outside but still obviously seething on the inside.
"We want to go up for auction as a one-night pair of lesbian submissives," I offered, while Ashley nodded her enthusiastic agreement.
"Really?" she asked, surprised.
"I believe in the cause," I explained, before adding, "and I'm damn horny."
"And you, Ashley?" the Governor asked.
She joked, "Can I get an extra pair of heels if I agree?"
The Governor roared with laughter, "You can have a dozen!"
"I love you," Ashley gushed to the Governor.
"Hey," I pouted playfully.
"Don't worry, I love you best," Ashley smiled.
"If I auction you off it can't be for tonight, but for a full evening and night on some weekend mutually agreed upon, and you may have to be flown to her, whoever she turns out to be," she explained. "First class or private jet and at her expense, of course."
"Oh, that could be a problem," Ashley said.
The Governor clarified, "I could talk with your parents and have them believe you were working with me on the early aspects of the campaign. That would be technically true, since the money would be a great help."
"I *want* to work for you on the campaign," I pointed out.
"Well, that just makes the story easier to sell," she incorporated. "So are you girls in? Are you sure?"
"Yes!" we nodded in unison.
"Okay," she nodded, as she went back up to the microphone and said, "Ladies, we have one last surprise auction and it's a great one! It's a buy one submissive, get another free deal." After a pause, she continued, "My two maids tonight, two pretty eighteen-year-old high school students who are just beginning to explore their true sexuality as lesbians, have willingly offered themselves to be a pair of submissives to the highest bidder. This will be for a single night on a weekend mutually agreed. Since they are new to this, they will require safe words, but you can trust me that they won't use them frivolously."
Clapping erupted and Ashley and I, still in our maid outfits, went and stood beside her.
"As you can see, they're gorgeous and trust me, they were born to serve," Governor Greene said.
"One..." Brittany Banes announced and after a dramatic pause added, "...million."
My mouth dropped open. I'd been hoping for maybe a couple of thousand.
I glanced at Ashley. Her mouth was hanging open too. Not to mention, this was the super celebrity Brittany Banes.
Governor Greene seemed less surprised as she asked, "Any other bidders?" The opening bid had shocked the room it seemed, and soon the Governor was saying, "Going once, twice, sold."
Brittany walked over to us and said, "Hi ladies, I'm Brittany."
"We know," Ashley gasped, totally star-struck.
"I'd be super excited to have you two come and meet me on my movie set as soon as you can," she said.
"Really?" Ashley asked, sounding fourteen, not eighteen.
"For sure," she nodded. "You can see what happens behind the scenes, both on the set and in my trailer."
"That would be great!" I agreed, catching the innuendo and looking forward to it.
"I have to head out early tomorrow morning to Los Angeles and have to leave this fun night earlier than I'd like to, but I want you two down for a couple of days," she said, sounding so sweet.
Governor Greene interrupted to point out, "Your winning bid buys you only one day."
"I'll pay a million per day as long as they stay with me," Brittany said. "It's for a good cause."
"Well, in that case, they can stay for as long as they like," Governor Greene said, before adding with a laugh, "I've become their pimp!"
"I can't believe you would pay that type of money just for us," Ashley said.
Brittany smiled, "Oh, you two are absolutely delicious, and I hope to find out just *how* delicious very, very soon."
My pussy leaked as I listened to Brittany's very blunt innuendo and watched her kiss my girlfriend.
She then turned and kissed me too.
When she broke the kiss, leaving two stunned star-struck teens totally speechless and almost breathless as well, she said, "I'll get your contact information from the Governor."
Then she was gone.
The Governor asked, "I know you two likely have to get home soon, but if you would like to stay, things around here are about to get a little crazy."
"It is a school night, but I think we have some time," I said.
"I *know* we have time," Ashley corrected me.
"Great," the Governor smiled, "now please enjoy yourself. And your limousine will be outside waiting whenever you're ready to go."
I noticed there was a lengthy line for Big Rosie and a few others were creating their own play time. The Governor explained, "Sometimes these things turn into orgies."
"Wow," Ashley said.
I joked, "We may *never* want to leave."
The Governor laughed just as I felt someone grab my hand and say, "Come here, now."
I looked at Ashley, whose mouth was wide open as I turned around and saw it was Jessica Jones pulling me away.
I followed as the Governor was asking Ashley, "Want to earn one more pair of heels?"
I was led to a large sofa where a busty blonde was being fisted by the Asian woman from earlier, whose name I'd forgotten.
Jessica swept off her wraparound designer dress, revealing only a garter-belt and stockings, plus of course her drop-dead-gorgeous body and said, "I'm fucking horny and I want someone I can use for a bit."
"Okay," was all I could muster, as I stared at the body of an actress I admired, although she had gone a bit too Miley Cyrus since she'd turned legal and began trying to break free of her squeaky-clean Disney image.
"Stop staring and get licking," she ordered, as she sat on the other edge of the couch from the fisting and spread her legs.
"S-s-sorry, I stammered, realizing she was right: I was staring.
I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her completely shaved pussy. As I licked, I realized she also perfumed her pussy, as the scent of strawberries lingered.
"That's it, lick my pussy," she moaned, as she grabbed my head and held me in her wetness before she added, "I've been checking you out all night."
Hearing that a huge celebrity who'd just spent 30 million on an auction for a live-in lesbian had been checking me out was flattering, although part of me realized the obvious: she wanted to have me serve her before I served her rival Brittany.
Of course I was fine with either theory, maybe they were both true. The important part was that I was licking Jessica Jones's pussy! Add that to the fact that I'd already been between Governor Greene's legs and would undoubtedly be performing between Brittany Banes' in the near future and I had quickly become, in my brief time as an out and about lesbian, a celebrity pussy pleaser.
I don't know if I was that good, which seems unlikely, or she was that horny, which tasted like a good bet, but in a couple of minutes she began grinding her pussy on my face and I just kept my tongue extended and tried to please her as best I could as she fucked herself on my face.
She squealed, similar to the high-pitched voice she'd become famous for on her popular television show, as her cum flooded onto my face. Only a little of it hit directly on my tongue as she'd used my entire face, forehead to jaw, to get herself off.
When she let go of my head I eagerly focused on lapping up her cum, wanting to savour every last drop.
As she looked down at me, she told me, "Now that bitch is stuck with my sloppy seconds."
I felt used, but I didn't say anything, instead licking a little more cum out of her pussy.
"You may go now," she said to me still lying there as if I were an expendable servant and she were a Caesar. It pissed me off. Even after the humiliating treatment I'd put up with from Karen and Sabrina, this was different.
I stood up, glared down at her and quipped, "So the tabloid stories are true."
"Pardon?" she asked, surprised by my tone.
"That you're a pretentious, selfish bitch," I responded.
"How dare you!" she gasped.
I don't know what came over me, well yes I do, it was a sudden unexpected rush of dominance that overwhelmed me as I straddled her on the couch, lifted up my skirt to reveal I was sans panties, grabbed her head and shoved it in my pussy just like she'd done to me. I ordered the stunned bitch, "Get licking and get me squealing."
For some reason I knew she would obey, that she was a sheep in wolf's clothing, as she began licking me.
A second rush coursed through me at the thrill of being in charge, of demanding and getting what I wanted. I held the twenty-million-a-picture diva between my legs as she licked me. Obviously she had licked a lot of pussy before, as she was really getting me riled up rather quickly.
The diva teased my clit, parted my pussy lips, and used her tongue like a tiny cock.
The position however was awkward for me and although her tongue felt great, I knew I wouldn't get off like this.
I let go off her head, turned around and plopped back on the couch and ordered, "Now get back here and eat my cunt, slut."
I didn't know if calling her a name would end this brief power shift, but it jumped out before I even had time to realize I was saying it.
She rolled over and willingly moved back between my legs. This time though, she moved her tongue down to my asshole and started licking that.
*The* Jessica Jones was licking my asshole!
My surreal life had taken yet another surreal turn.
I looked around and saw that Ashley was busy between Governor Greene's legs while a large woman in a pink corset was fucking her with a strap-on.
Around the room women were eating women, women were fucking women; it was indeed a complete lesbian orgy.
*The* Jessica probed my puckered asshole for a couple of minutes before she moved back to my pussy and licked.
My orgasm built quickly this time, the fact I was dominating Jessica Jones, that I was in the middle of a wild orgy and that the entire night had been a stimulating kink show, all contributing to it.
"That's it, slut, suck my clit," I demanded, this time it being my turn to grab her head and hold her deep in my pussy.
She obeyed, flicking on my clit like a snare drum as I closed my eyes and allowed her to trigger my orgasm. When it went off, my cum flooded onto the famous actress' face. She, like I had, lapped up as much cum as possible throughout the orgasm.
Once I let go of her head, she sat up, and kissed me.
I kissed her back, surprised by the intimate act.
But once she broke the kiss, she slapped me hard across the face and snarled, back in her wolf bitch persona, "Little girl, don't you ever *fucking* call me a slut again!"
She then marched away as I lay there bewildered and still coming.
I looked over to see Ashley now on her back getting fucked, another woman straddling her face.
I looked around the room and watched the orgy playing itself out in front of me.
Sex was happening everywhere, including a daisy chain that was beginning to form on the floor. Wanting to taste more pussy, I staggered weakly off the couch, picked a spot at random, touched someone's shoulder and asked, "May I join in?"
A spot was opened up as over a dozen women were now in the circle.
I was licking a redhead's hairy bush while an older woman licked my shaved one.
The daisy chain lasted over half an hour, sometimes with us swapping places. I licked four different pussies and I came twice more, before Ashley tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me, "We really need to go."
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Midnight," she answered.
"Oh, shit," I said, as Ashley's school night curfew was eleven.
We went to the room we'd begun in and got back into our own clothes. I asked Ashley, "Have fun?"
"Oh my God, there will never be another tonight!" she spouted.
I nodded, "It will be hard to top this... but it will be fun to try."
"That it will," Ashley nodded as she kissed me yet again.
Breaking the kiss, we finished getting dressed, grabbed our new heels (Ashley needing the very large shopping bag the Governor had thoughtfully provided for her) and walked out together to our limo and driver, knowing that whatever adventures we had in store we would experience together.
**THE END of Chapter 8... continued in Chapter 9.** |
Matt Danger & the Bound Angel Ch. 01.5 | 43,242 | 4.74 | 140,793 | [
"miyoko",
"mrs tremaine",
"tremaine",
"toy drawer",
"clenched eyes",
"drawer found",
"china doll",
"eyes woman",
"dark glasses",
"knowing watching"
] | *(Matt dropped off this manuscript after I’d already written up his story of “The Case of the Bound Angel”. It includes a scene with the gardener Miyoko that he hadn’t told me about before, so I present it here as Chapter 1.5 of the story for all the people who have shown such a gratifying interest in Mr. Danger’s modern techniques of scientific crime-solving.—dr.M.)*
Buddy was conked out and snoring to beat the band by the time I got downstairs, which was okay with me, because I didn’t know just what I’d say to a guy whose wife was still lying upstairs naked licking my come off her face. The liquor cart girl was sitting in a chair nearby, doing her nails, one long, slim leg crossed tightly over the other the way women do when they’re wearing skirts that end about a quarter inch above their crotch, making sure there’s no line of sight. She looked bored.
I stopped in the hallway and lit a square.
“He always drink like that?” I asked her.
She didn’t look up. Apparently her cuticles were a lot more interesting than me. No answer.
I walked over to her so that my shadow fell in her manicure light and she finally raised her face to me.
“You know, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to water down his hootch a little bit.” I said, “His liver might thank you for it.”
“Why don’t you go piss up a rope?” she asked me.
I assumed it was a rhetorical query, but it wasn’t a real promising note.
“Just doing my job,” I said. “Someone ought to cut him off before he hurts himself. Or is that the whole point?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.
“It means that there’s a lot of crap that’s going on here right under his nose, and he’s too lushed up to see it. I’m wondering if maybe that’s what you’re paid for.”
“I’m paid to do what Mr. and Mrs. Tremaine tell me to do.” she said. “And I do it. And if you had any brains, that’s what you’d do too, instead of going around sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.” She looked at me, then down at my crotch. “Along with some other things.”
So she was wise that I’d just boffed the old lady. Well, you didn’t have to be the Amazing Randi to figure that one out. I still reeked from Felicia’s perfume and cunt-butter.
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
She stared daggers at me but I met her gaze. I’d just fucked her boss and I was feeling pretty cocky.
“Beverly,” she said with a little shrug. She figured she could give me that much.
It occurred to me then that Beverly must also be fucking her boss—her boss being Felicia—and that she must be one of Felicia’s muff mafia. And I have to admit, as totally fucked out as I was right then, the thought of the two of them going sixty-nine brought a little thrill to Matt Jr., who raised his head like a good little dog when his name is called. It was a waste of good talent as far as I was concerned, but even so, what a twosome they would make.
“So tell me, Beverly,” I asked, “What do you know about this business with the daughter?”
She picked up her emery board again and started lazily filing her nails.
“Like I said, I just do what I’m paid for. I keep my nose out of everything else.”
A couple of good remarks concerning where her nose might be of an evening flitted through my brain, but this kind of palaver wasn’t getting me anywhere. Beverly obviously wasn’t going to talk. Besides, I wanted to get out of there before Mrs. Tremaine got her shit together and came after me.
“Well, nice talking to you,” I said as I crushed my butt out in the onyx ashtray.
“Yeah,” she said. “A real slice of heaven.”
I showed myself out and stood for a moment on the veranda out front, just drinking in the landscape. It was so green and so well-manicured that I could have been looking at a video game. The pretty Japanese gardener was still mucking around at the edge of the pond, pulling out weeds and throwing them on the shore. She had very long legs and a tight, high ass, and wore a white hapi-coat sashed around her waist that showed a lot of skin as she bent over to pull out the weeds. A very un-oriental body.
I got into my car and cruised down by the pond, then cut the engine and got out.
“Hi,” I said as I walked over.
She looked up at me and wiped the sweat from her head with the back of her wrist. She smiled, only the second warm smile I’d seen since I got her. Hers had been the first too.
“Hello,” she said. She was wearing white cotton gloves that were covered in mud, so she didn’t extend her hand.
“My name’s Danger. Matt Danger. Mr. Tremaine just hired me to find his daughter. Okay if I ask you a few questions?”
Unlike everyone else in the house, she seemed to be guileless. Everything she felt was right there on her face: polite interest, alarm when I mentioned Beth, and then cautious openness. So much for oriental inscrutability.
“I’m Miyoko Tiramiso,” she said with an automatic little bow. If she’d bent any lower, no doubt her big tits would have fallen right out of the robe-like hapi-coat she had tied under them. As it was, standing in the sun I could see the engaging little shadows caused by her puckered nipples against the white fabric. “I am just the gardener, though. You are a policeman?”
“Private detective,” I said, handing her one of my cleaner business cards. “I just thought, working outside and all, you must see pretty much everyone who comes and goes in the house. I wondered if maybe you’ve seen Beth or anything weird in the last week or so.”
Her open smile vanished as she got frightened. The poor girl didn’t even have the sense to hide it. I’d hate to see her play poker.
“No. Nothing. I really see very little. Just my plants and the flowers. That’s all. Nothing else. It keeps me very busy.”
I could see her eyes flicking past me to look up at the house. That’s where the fear was coming from.
“Well, thanks all the same Miyoko,” I said. I moved around a little so that my bulk shielded her from the house and I held out the card. She took off her muddy glove and took it, handling it with her fingertips, as if it were hot to the touch. “If you think of anything, anything at all, just give me a call. There’s some stuff I’d like to know about the Tremaine’s and I’m having some trouble getting a straight answer. You could be very helpful. And I’m very discrete. No one will know. I promise.”
She smiled politely and nodded but it was obvious she was scared and operating on automatic.
As I left her I shot a look up at the house and saw Beverly standing in the library window clear as day, staring daggers at us.
I drove back to town and went to my apartment to stash the blank check Buddy had signed. I didn’t intend to cash it just yet, not until I had some idea of how much I should write into it
So I know, Philip Marlowe or Ellery goddamned Queen would have got down to the bottom of the whole thing in less than ten pages, but me, I really saw no reason to hurry this case along. After all, I was getting paid by the day plus expenses, and no one but Tremaine seemed to be on my ass to get results, and at the moment he was totally involved in metabolizing about half a liter of grain neutral spirits and couldn’t be disturbed. I decided what this case needed was some very thorough brainstorming and meditation. Don’t want to act too rashly when something like this falls into your lap.
My favorite phrontistary is George and Bill’s Amiable Club, right down the street from my office, so I hied myself over there, ordered a beer and a bowl of chili and would have gone over my notes if I had any notes to go over, but in this case I didn’t have any written notes, and to tell the truth, I wasn’t really very interested in this case. Obviously it was all a set-up, a clumsy attempt to extort money out of a Buddy who was too inebriated to know fuck-all from fireworks. I figured Felicia was behind it, because she seemed to be the only one who knew where her ass was in relation to her head, but anyway, I didn’t give much of a toad fart about the Tremaines and their self-inflicted delusions. I was more interested in finding the best angle to play my next shot from, Matt Danger-wise. A sweet job like this doesn’t come your way every other day.
Still, my admittedly avaricious ruminations kept on being interrupted by thoughts of Felicia: about how smooth her belly had been, and about her remarkable pole-riding talent. I know that women who have their kids young can often escape the worst of the attack of the stretch marks, and there was no doubt she would have had to have been awfully young to have a twenty-year old daughter, but still, it was pretty hard to believe she’d ever been a mother. And the way she threw that ass around in the bedroom: that was more than just raw talent. She’d been to school, and I was pretty sure that Buddy hadn’t been the teacher.
My office is a few blocks off the usual commercial beaten track, and I got there just as the sun was going down and those melancholy summer shadows were stretching over the empty streets, and as I keyed my lock I was shocked to hear my phone ringing. Two calls in one day. I might have to open another office if this kept up.
“Matt Danger and Associates. Confidential Investigations,” I said, burping a bit of chili.
“Mr. Danger? It’s Miyoko Tiramisu, the gardener from Mr. Tremaine’s? Mr. Danger, I must see you. It’s very important.”
I was instantly sober. Well, okay, I wasn’t instantly sober. But I stopped belching.
“Miyoko? What’s up? Where are you?”
“I’m just off work. I can’t talk. They might be listening. Can I come to your office?”
“Well, sure, but…”
“Good. In an hour then.” And she hung up.
An hour gave me enough time to catch a couple Z’s, then get up and splash some water on my face and some scotch into a coffee cup, and by that time the sun had gone down and the walls of my office were starting to glow red from Wing Yee’s Oriental Garden’s big neon sign that hung outside my window. My office is in a quieter part of town and the streets empty out early. It was so quiet outside that I could hear Miyoko’s heels rapping on the sidewalk half a block away. I stood in the shadows and watched her come. She wore a scarf over her head and dark glasses. I guess she thought she was in disguise. Like dark glasses at twilight would hide her identity. Like any male who saw her in that tight, tight white dress wouldn’t have her image permanently seared into his brain. The dress clung to her smooth thighs as she walked and I could only imagine what her as must look like from the other side. From up in my window I could see every jiggle of her ripe and sumptuous rack as her feet hit the concrete. To these not inexperienced eyes it looked like her dress was doing double duty as a bra too. Caged birds don’t swing as sweet.
“Mr. Danger!” she said when I opened the door for her, “Thank heavens you’re here!”
I got a chance to really look at her now. That white dress was some sort of jersey material, very stretchy, and now having its stretchiness tested to the utmost. For an oriental girl, she had a body that was pure corn-fed American beef, with long legs and generous hips and high, proud tits. Not too big, but sassy as hell. Her dress ended awfully far north of her knee and south of her neck—just a little sundress, really--and the foothills of those breasts were quite visible, crowded together like two cannonballs trying to hide under a handkerchief.
I let her in and stood close enough so that I could catch a whiff of her scent. Nothing much, just the smell of sun-ripened flesh and clean-scrubbed woman. A quick glance at her nails convinced me that gardening wasn’t Miyoko’s primary duty out at the Tremaine spread.
“Please, lock the door,” she said. “I’m afraid they might have followed me.”
“And who would that be?” I asked her.
“Felicia,” she said, looking nervously through the blinds. “Or maybe Beverly. They’re the ones who are behind this. I’m sure of it.”
I followed her into my inner office, closing the door behind me. She pulled off her scarf and let her rich black hair cascade around her neck., then took off her dark glasses. Whatever the emergency had been, Miyoko had found time to put on make-up, and she’d done a very good job of it, not that she needed any. She’d come to pitch a little woo, I guessed. I prepared to catch.
“So Beverly’s in on this too?”
It made sense. Beverly was obviously a part of Felicia’s Flying Gyno Circus, and was furthermore given the job of Buddy’s private booze-cart caddy, hired to make sure he got all the lush he could handle, and then some. The idea was to keep him too shit-faced to notice whom was taking what from his pocket.
“And why would they want to follow you, Miyoko? You’ve got something you want to tell me?”
“Yes,” she said, sitting down in the leather arm chair in front of my desk. Then, “No. Oh, I don’t know. I’m frightened, Mr. Danger. Mrs. Tremaine is a very dangerous woman. She can hurt you: cause you a lot of trouble. And Beverly is even worse.”
I parked half my ass on the corner of the desk and looked at her. “So how can I help, Miyoko? What do you know about this business with Beth’s disappearance.”
“Nothing. Not really. People come and they go all the time there. I can’t keep track of them. I don’t even try. Anyhow, I’m sorry, Mr. Danger, but that’s not really why I came.” She had her little handbag in her lap and was worrying it so much I thought she might bend it in half.
She took a deep, shuddery breath and I saw the gleam of tears in her deep, brown eyes “All right. All right, Mr. Danger, I’ll tell you why I came to you,” she blurted out “I came to ask for your help. You’ve got to get me out of there. They’re bad people, Mr. Danger. They do evil things, and they’re trying to suck me in. It’s a long story and…” Her voice trailed off and she lowered her face.
“Fine,” I said. “I like long stories.”
I walked around and sat down in my desk chair, reached into the lower right-hand drawer and pulled out a bottle of Jamesson—the good stuff I use for clients—and a couple of reasonably clean glasses I’d nipped from Wing Yee’s Oriental Garden. “Drink?”
Miyoko was perched on the edge of the chair across from me, her knees together like a good girl. I poured the Irish and pushed a glass towards her but she shook her head.
“Very well,” she said, her eyes in her lap. “I’ll tell you. I’m not really a gardener. I’m a music student. I play the marimba and vibraharp, and I’d won a scholarship to study music at the American Conservatory downtown. It’s a very great honor. An important scholarship.”
“The marimba?” I asked. “Isn’t that that thing they use in mariachi music? They give scholarships for that?”
She nodded quickly. “That was where I first met Beth Tremaine. At a recital.”
“The Tijuana Brass. They used a marimba, right? Like a xylophone?”
“Please, Mr. Danger. I think I’m in grave peril.”
“You play with two sticks in each hand and all that? Tijuana Taxi? Songs like that?” I was very impressed. I’d never known anyone who played the marimba. I couldn’t believe that they gave scholarships to people who could play Spanish Eyes and The Lonely Bull.
“It was Beth who first invited me to her family’s house. They have a vibraharp in their music room. They have everything out there, as you well know. She seemed sincere. I came to visit her, to play a little. Vibraharps are not very common, and the American Conservatory only has two. It’s difficult to practice. You have to sign up ahead of time. Beth thought her mother might be willing to sell theirs cheap, or at least let me practice there.”
I reached over and took her drink. Hell, she wasn’t using it. “Her mother?” I asked, tossing it back. “You mean Felicia?”
“Yes. That’s when I first met Mrs. Tremaine: Felicia. She said that she couldn’t sell it, it was a family heirloom, but that I was welcome to practice on it whenever I wished. In return I offered to help her out with a few things around the place.”
“Like gardening?”
“Yes,” she said. “My mother’s American, but my father’s Japanese. Very traditional, very conservative. He’s a gardener in California, a landscape limnologist. He specializes in aquaculture, ponds and the like, and I grew up around aqueous plants. They needed some help with their pond.”
“Wait a minute. A ‘landscape limnologist’?” I’d never heard of such a thing. This was a very talented girl. “So that’s why I saw you out mucking around in the mud?”
“Yes. Mucking around in the mud. Oh Mr. Danger, that’s so apt!”
She lost it then, and started crying onto the back of her hand. Unlike most private eyes, a woman’s tears don’t bother me much, so I let her cry while I concentrated on keeping a sympathetic look on my face. I wondered if her faith in me would be shattered if I poured myself another slug of booze.
Miyoko got herself under control pretty quickly and looked regretfully at her empty glass, which I’d just downed, so I poured her another slosh, a healthy one. I like to see pretty women drink, and she was worth it.
She wiped a tear away and took a tentative sip, then another. “This isn’t easy,” she said. Then she just took the glass, put her head back and tossed off the rest of the whiskey like a Russian sailor. She hardly blinked. I wondered whether all marimba players drank like that.
“My family must never know what I’m about to tell you, Mr. Danger. It must never leave this room. I can trust you?”
“Oh, absolutely,” I lied.
“It’s very shameful. My father would take it very hard. He has a weak heart. It might kill him.”
I tried not to look too eager. I knew we were getting to the good stuff and I knew it was going to be something dirty. I made a moue of sincerity, but I was already trying to figure how I could play whatever shot Miyoko was about to give me into a way to get into her panties.
“I am a woman who has a weakness for…certain unconventional activities,” she said hesitantly
I didn’t think she was talking about marimba playing and landscape limnology this time.
“What sort of activities?”
She covered her face with her hand. “Hope,” she said.
At least that’s what it sounded like she said. She said it into her hand with her face down, so quickly and softly that I couldn’t be sure.
“Beg your pardon, Miyoko?”
“Rope,” she said this time. “For sex. Rope excites me. What they call bondage. It’s the only way I can get sexually…aroused.”
I felt a nasty little thrill right down in my nasty old testicles looking at this shy and gorgeous woman sitting across from me.
“Beth first found this out,” she said. “Fool that I was, I trusted her. It was a girl-talk kind of thing. They befriended me—she and her mother--and plied me with liquor. They found out my secret. But that’s not all.” She looked at me uneasily and I tried to look sympathetic.
“They are lesbians, Mr. Danger. They engage in sexual acts with one another, mother and daughter both, and they’ve ensnared me into their evil web of depravity.”
That’s what she said: “evil web of depravity”. Pretty girl, plays the marimba, and she talks like that too.
I cleared my throat. “Well, why don’t you just tell them to screw off? I mean, there must be other vibraharps in the world.”
She held her empty glass up to me. The tears were gathering again. I poured her another splash but she just looked at it and put it down on the desk and covered her face with her hands.
“They have photographs,” she said through her fingers. “Shameful photographs of me. And they’ll show them to my father. It will kill him, Mr. Danger. I know it will.”
“What sort of photographs?” I could already imagine, but I thought it would be a cheap thrill if I could get her to describe them to me.
No such luck. She waved her hand vaguely in the air, took the drink and threw that one down too.
“Uh, you want some water with that Miyoko? Maybe a coke?”
She sniffled and shook her head no. The girl must have about half a cup of Irish whiskey in her by now. I poured her another couple of fingers.
“And these photographs have you in compromising positions, no doubt,” I said sagely. “Would that be of you tied up, or with other women, or both?”
She drank ‘em as fast as I poured ‘em. I’ve never seen a young woman polish off the hootch like that, I wondered if that came from hanging around with Buddy’s crowd.
“Both, I’m afraid.” She opened her purse, and I was kind of surprised when she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Do you mind if I smoke?”
I didn’t mind if she burst into flames and exploded.
She lit a square, took a deep drag, and that seemed to calm her down a bit. With a cigarette between her fingers she seemed to be more of a dragon lady than without. It calmed her down and gave her some confidence.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “But this fetish I have—it’s a sickness really. Just the sight of rope or chain, or anything made of leather… I just find it difficult to control myself. Beth and Felicia discovered this, and from then on I was lost; I couldn’t resist. Women, men, it would have made no difference.”
“Of course,” I said, trying to keep my voice cool and dispassionate, but Matt Jr. was already rising from his torpor to see what the commotion was about.
I reached down and slowly opened my lower left-hand drawer, careful not to disturb her train of thought. My lower left-hand drawer is filled with just the kind of things she was talking about: rope, chains, leather cuffs, whips, gags, all the tools of my own perverse avocation. Miyoko’s face was down. She didn’t notice.
“Even as a little girl, I used to tie myself up, or try to. It just excited me. It’s always excited me, even before I knew about…about sex.”
I found a nice, brand-new coil of three-eighths inch braided white nylon. Good stuff. Soft, strong, and very supple. I pulled it out and just let it drop on the desk right in front of her, studying her face.
Miyoko jumped. No doubt she was feeling the liquor, and had been lost in her own reverie. Now she looked at the rope, and it was like there was suddenly a third person in the room. Her lips parted and her nostrils flared. The cigarette dangled unsmoked from her long fingers. I saw her tits rise as she took in a deep breath.
Her eyes flicked up at mine just once. She looked at me and saw what she was afraid she was going to see. It was also just what she wanted to see. In her eyes I saw a woman surrender. I saw her self-control just slip away. It was like someone had flipped a switch. The look in her eye was begging me, but begging for what I didn’t know.
I got up from the chair and picked up the rope, walking behind her. “Go on, Miyoko,” I said, “Tell me about it.”
It was all she could do to breathe a few times. Then she said, “I’ve never told anyone about this, Mr. Danger. Only Beth and Felicia. I’ve never done this with anyone else. I’ve never done this with a man. I heard them talking about you when they called you. they called you the ‘bondage detective.’ I didn’t know what they meant but I… Oh! Oh my God!”
She breathed out this last as I stood behind her and ran the frayed end of the rope across her cheek. She tightened her hands on the arms of the chair, dropping her cigarette. The floor of my office is old, institutional linoleum, so I just ground it out beneath my foot. I took a length of the nylon between my hands, wrapping it around both fists, leaving a couple of feet between them. I put my arms down at Miyoko’s sides, slipping the rope over her and sliding it down her body till it was at the level of her nipples, then I pulled it back towards me, sawing it back and forth right over those excited little peaks.
“Mr. Danger,” she breathed. “Mr. Danger this isn’t fair.”
She closed her eyes as I sawed the rope over her nipples and she whined in a kind of feeble protest. This was almost too easy, and I should have hated myself for taking advantage of her like this, but she was sitting in my office in that skimpy white dress with her perfect porcelain skin, her jet black hair and red, red, lips and the rope just looked so damned good on her. She pushed her knees together and gripped the arms of the chair as I passed the rope down and up over her nipples, twanging them like they were little diving boards, and she just clenched her eyes shut tight and whined.
“Come on now. Miyoko,” I said. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of women like the feel of ropes on their bodies. Believe me, I know. Now, you do want me to help you, don’t you? And get those pictures back?”
“Yes. No. Oh, I don’t know. Yes I do. Only… Only…”
I took my Spiderco from my pocket and flicked it open. I cut an eighteen inch length of the nylon rope and held onto it while I dropped the rest of the coil.
“Watch now, Miyoko. Watch what I’m going to do.”
I picked up her right hand and wrapped the rope around it as she stared at what I was doing, her eyes wide with fascination or horror or maybe both. I know how it goes with women who are really into it like Miyoko. They can’t believe you’re doing this to them, they can’t believe the sight of themselves in rope. It’s just an incredible turn-on for them.
I did the same to her other wrist, then I said, “Stand up Baby.”
It was dusk in my office now, and the setting sun sent its dying rays through the Venetian blinds in the west window, painting stripes across her tight white skirt. The red neon glow from Wing Yee’s big sign outside seeped in giving the room a Hades-like glow, making it seem hotter than it already was, and evil in a deliciously lewd kind of way. (I love my office.) Miyoko didn’t resist me as I turned her around and found the little zipper high on the back of her dress.
“Mr. Danger…”
“Matt,” I said.
“We shouldn’t do this. It’s the photographs. That’s why I came to you. I didn’t mean for anything else to happen.”
I had the zipper between my fingers. I pulled it halfway down her back and the dress parted. Her back was bare: not so much as a tan line. She wasn't wearing a bra. Sure she hadn’t meant for anything else to happen.
“Don’t worry about that now,” I said as I pressed my lips against the base of her neck. “I’ll take care of everything, Miyoko. But you have to give me something to work for, baby. You have to give me some incentive.” I ran my finger nail down her spine. “And this is about the best incentive there is.”
She had a beautiful back and gorgeous, flawless skin.
“And don’t you want this?” I went on, so close she could feel my breath on her skin. “Don’t you want to see what a man does to a woman he has tied up? All the terrible sexy thing he does to her, the way he makes her fee? Did you ever feel a man’s desire let loose on you, Miyoko? I want to show you what you make me feel. I want to let it all out on you, baby.”
I could feel the little hairs raise on the back of her neck as I kissed her behind her ear. I could feel her grow warm beneath my lips and smell her perfume as it started to release. I pushed the zipper down farther, down to the small of her back. I could just see the top of her tight silk panties, the dimples in her lower back where her buttocks started.
I pushed her dress off her shoulders with my nose as I licked her back, and it fell to her feet without a sound. She was naked except for those tiny panties, and she was exquisite.
“Come here, Miyoko, back into the chair.”
I led her back to the leather chair and put her into it. I cut another length of rope and bound her wrists together behind her so they were over the back of the chair, causing her to thrust her tits out as if in invitation. She didn’t fight me. She was under the spell of the ropes: they took up all her attention.
I tied her wrists to the rung of the chair in back, and by that time she was breathing hard, whimpering softly and staring down at her heaving tits as if she’d never seen them before, shocked that her nipples could already be so hard. I stood behind the chair and leaned over her, took her breasts in my hands, warm and heavy, and I ran my hands down her naked body: over her ribs, her flat and quivering stomach, down over her hips, then around so that the flats of my palms were on the incredibly soft and tender skin on the inside of her thighs. I pressed her legs apart and she opened them with a soft moan of protest.
I don’t know how bondage works with other guys. I know a lot of self-styled doms (and I say fuck that capital ’d’ business) like to torment and humiliate their women: stick pins in them and make them eat garbage and crawl around on all fours and howl like dogs, but I’m not into that. To me, those guys are women-haters, guys with some serious mommy issues. For me it’s all an act of worship. It’s about holding her there so you can get your fill of her, about bringing out the fire inside her: inside both of you. It’s about getting to a point you could never get to without the ropes there to hold you back and keep you on the edge.
Because I’ll tell you this about women: they’re every bit as sexy as we men are, even more so. But they have problems in letting that out. There’s all this pressure to be a good girl and nice and polite and non-sexual, so it all gets buried inside. They need to be coaxed. They need to be convinced. They need you to bring it out of them, to force them to feel like that, to want it, to give expression to everything they feel. In fact, they need to you to insist on it, to pull it out of them, because on some level every woman wants to be a sexual animal, wants to be as physical and passionate on the outside as she feels on the inside. And the ropes are the best way I know to do that.
Miyoko now was getting off not only on being tied up, but on seeing herself tied up. She’s a shy and reserved girl, but she has a tigress inside, prowling around, looking for a way out. She knows she needs to be tied up for that to happen. She knows she has to be with someone who wants her bad enough to do that to her, who’s going to demand that she let go, who’s not going to let her off the hook. And now that guy was me.
“Let’s just see,” I said as I went around to my toy drawer and found a big-ass vibrator, a ten-incher. “Let’s just see who we’ve got inside, okay, Miyoko? Are you ready for this?”
She just whined in the chair. She was twisting her hands around, testing the bonds, enjoying her own helplessness, and wanting to know that I wasn't playing with her. Her nipples were hard as two cherries on the round vanilla scoops of her tits, the whole still covered with a carpet of goose bumps. I tore a good chunk of adhesive tape off a roll in the drawer, came over and taped the vibe right against her pussy so the head made a dimple against her panties, aimed right at her opening. I taped it to her creamy thigh and I turned it on.
“Oh! Oh no! No!” she sighed.
I threw a couple of coils of rope around her thighs, and pulled her knees up over the arms of the chair, holding her open, and tied them off. She didn’t fight me, and by the time she realized what I was doing it was too late to fight, and she found herself spread as wide and as lewd as in any porno pic, almost naked in the chair, her panties stretched tight against her pink cleft and the vibrator trying to burrow inside. She twisted, she writhed, she ground her ass in circles, trying to dislodge the vibrator, and I just sat on my desk and watched.
She knew I was watching too, and that’s what made it especially shameful for her. Exciting too. It’s one thing for a girl to let her slut out in private, it’s quite another to let someone else see her acting like that, see who she is inside, especially a little tight-ass like Miyoko. She groaned. She gasped and whined. She threw her head back and bit her lip, trying to deny the sensations from that humming little buzz bomb between her legs, trying to hide her feelings from my scrutiny, all the while knowing I was watching her.
I left her squirming in the chair and went back to my toy drawer. I found a set of nipple clamps and untangled then from the rest of the stuff and brought them around to where Miyoko was still slowly grinding her hips against the chair and moaning. Her eyes went wide for an instant when she saw them, but she wasn’t going anywhere and there was nothing she could do.
I turned off the vibe. “Hold still,” I told her.
That was hard for her to do, as she was panting from the vibe and her big tits were rising and falling on her chest. I leaned over and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Miyoko’s entire nipple was hard, not just the tip. The areole was puckered out too, like a little Chinese hat, and I sucked it into my mouth and rolled my tongue around the edge, feeling where the turgid convex disc merged with the soft skin of her breast. I could feel the beating of her heart through my lips on her nipple.
Once it was nice and hard, I slid the arms of the tweezer over it and clamped them in place. Miyoko kept her eyes closed and bit her lip, but she couldn’t keep a little whine from escaping her lips as I drew the legs of the clamp together. I did the same to the other breast, teasing the nipple into erection, but then I stopped and drubbed the peak back and forth with my thumb, enjoying the way she jerked and gasped. I fixed the clamp to it and stood back. The silver chain hung in a graceful arc from her nipples, swinging as her tits rose and fell with her excited breathing.
I turned the vibrator back on and she jumped as if a snake had bit her. It started up just where it had left off, with Miyoko fighting to hold on to her composure in spite of the lewd and obscene spectacle I’d made of her. She looked like the perfect little BDSM slut now with her tits chained together and the buzzing dildo pressing hard into her wet pussy. I parked my ass on the edge of my desk and lit a cigarette, just studying her for a while.
That cigarette was destined to go unfinished though. She was just too sexy sitting there trembling under this obscene assault. She was moaning and whimpering constantly now and my cock was screaming to be let out and find some relief between the bright red lips. I stood up, stepped out of my shoes and socks, opened my pants and pulled down my shorts.
Despite her obvious distractions, Miyoko couldn’t keep her eyes from my big prick as it spring up from my shorts. There was a look a fascinated horror in her eyes, but there was no way she was going to be able to resist me now. From the looks of her she was close to popping off herself right then and there, and I was tempted to let her. I’d like to see this perfect little China doll come right then and there, knowing I was watching her get her slutty rocks off from a buzzing piece of plastic.
But this was too good to resist. I grabbed a riding crop out of the bottom drawer and went to the chair. Miyoko looked up at me pleadingly, begging me for some relief and pleading for me not to shame her at the same time. I ignored the look in her eyes, grabbed a handful of that midnight black hair and twisted her head around to face my evil, oozing snake. She fought the urge for a moment and then seemed to surrender to her own lust and opened her mouth. Her lips reached for me, trembling with excitement, and then I plunged it in.
If she’d ever sucked a cock before than I’m Mr. Rogers. She had no technique, no fancy tricks: she just sucked like she wanted it inside her belly. (Is that something that women just instinctively know how to do? Or is that something all us humans do? That when you’re presented with something long and thin you just open your mouth and suck on it?) I didn’t know, but the sight of those brilliant red lips on my stalk send chills up my spine. I held her head in my right hand, with my left I tapped the end of the crop against her panties about where her clit should be.
“Oh Mr. Danger! Please! Oh God!” she wailed, pulling her face off my cock. “Don’t make me! It’s too much! I…”
Whatever she was going to say was muffled by my big cock as it sunk between her lips again, squooshing in and out of her saliva-filled mouth. I kept it up with the crop--tap, tap, tap—as her hips churned in the chair and the vibrator hummed away. When I felt the first shard of orgasmic pleasure start to gather in my balls I stopped. I pulled my dick from her mouth and quickly untied her legs and wrists from the chair. She yelled when I pulled the vibrator and the tape off her leg—it must have hurt—but she when I pushed her down on the sofa, she immediately assumed the position: knees up and spread.
I ripped her panties down off her legs, exposed that perfect pussy with its little wisp of fine black hair, then my cock seemed to just pull me down on top of her and I sank into her buttery depths.
“Oh! Oh my! Oh yes!” she cried.
I hooked my arms behind her knees and pushed her legs back up to her chest and my big hard cock spread that little pussy wide as it sunk into her.
I don’t know what kind of games she was playing up at the Tremaine’s, but no one had been trampling around in that pink little vineyard recently, I can tell you that. Miyoko was as tight as a miser’s fist and despite all her gyno-grease I had to do some pushing and grunting to get it all in. She raised her head to watch my cock sinking into her, then clenched her eyes shut and slammed her head back down on the couch as if the sight had burned her eyes, but in a moment she was looking again, not wanting to miss a second of her own violation by my big, hungry cock
She had such an innocent little face,: a little China doll with a red-hot slut engine inside, an engine that was getting its first taste of high-octane fucking. Once I got it sunk inside her and got over that first maddening squeeze of tight Japanese cooze, I got my knees under me and lifted my ass, trying to pull out of her so I could give it to her again and officially claim her as a prize.
Miyoko stuck to me like a bug on a pin, wailing as I pulled her pussy out with my thick cock; she was that tight. I could feel it when she groaned; I could feel it when she breathed or gasped. I could feel the puffy lips of her cunt spread wide and squashed flat by my own pubic bone. I could feel the tiny finger of her clit tenderly tapping the top of my stalk. I was in her throat-deep.
“Oooh, Mr. Danger… Matt…” she cooed, begging me to spare her life. She didn’t want to come, didn’t want to lose face by showing me what a whore she was for me, but I could tell she didn’t have a chance. Miyoko was the kind of girl who spent all her time in high school and college in hard work and study and marimba practice and never had any time to screw around or find out what really made the world go round. Now she was getting a late lesson: a master class in the ways of a man with a maid
I worked my hands down to her ass, which was already slick with her overflowing lubrications. I grabbed those melons and spread her apart and pulled her up onto my pole. Miyoko sobbed with joy to feel that thick hard meat inside her pushing her insides around, and then she gasped with embarrassment at her own enthusiasm. She was shaming herself, and putting on quite a show doing so, and meanwhile tugging at the ropes that bound her wrists, loving her own captivity.
The ropes. The ropes that were everything for her. They were her freedom, her permission; they allowed her to pretend that she wasn't involved, that she wasn't loving having my big log sawing in and out of her dripping cunt, that she didn’t love feeling me going crazy on top of her. It’s every woman’s fantasy: to be so sexy and so desirable that a man would stop at nothing to take her and fuck her, and now Miyoko was living the dream. That’s why she came over here with her makeup perfect in that tight white dress, without a bra, without a stitch on that perfect body. Bondage detective, huh? I’d show her bondage detective!
“Nnnn! No! Don’t! You’re going to make me… Don’t make me.. No! Oh Please!”
She kept up a breathless chatter as I reamed her out, my balls splashing in the wet pool of her moisture. She had her little china-doll face turned to the side in denial, but now she suddenly turned face front and her eyes opened wide, but they weren’t looking at me. They weren’t looking at anything.
She got a foot under her on the floor and suddenly heaved her ass up off the sofa, impaling herself on my prick. Her body trembled with the strain, but she was a strong little thing and her need to be fucked hard was even stronger
“Come on, Miyoko, you hot little bitch!” I said down to her. “You’re gong to come, aren’t you baby? You’re gong to spill all that hot juice all over my cock! You’re a little slut, aren’t you, baby? A little slut who loves the ropes, who loves being tied down and fucked!”
“No! Yes! Oh, I don’t know!” she cried out. “Oh Mr. Danger please! Shoot in me now! Shoot it! Please! Come in me!”
That little outburst made me stop. I reared up on my outstretched arms and looked down at Miyoko, staring at her. We both knew she had crossed the line. She’d given up being the pretty little marimba-playing prodigy and was showing me the hot face of her naked female lust; her obscene desires. All the secret things she’d ever dreamed about or felt, all her hidden fears about herself, they were all true, and we both knew her now for who she was. Lying beneath me with my thick cock crammed into her cunt, she was a total slut for me, and she reveled in it. She was a gloriously sexual, fully aroused woman with all a woman’s passion and hungry desires revealed, and it thrilled me to the core to see the look on her face as she realized that all her needs and everything she wanted was now exposed.
I flexed my cock inside her and she groaned, but it wasn't a subservient groan; it was more like a sound of triumph, of revelation. She was fully aware of her sexual power as a woman now, and she knew that even though she was poised on the edge of orgasm, she had me hanging there as well. Even with her arms tied behind her—or maybe because of her arms tied behind her—she’d brought me to the brink of my own surrender, brought my strength to the point of helplessness, and she clutched at me with the muscles of her pussy, telling me that she had power too, that she could give it to me as well, that we were in this together.
Erotic chills raced up and down my spine and I fell forward on top of her. Our open mouths met, and Miyoko’s shy little tongue was a rampaging tiger in my mouth, urging me to let go, to surrender to her own feminine strength, and I had no choice but to comply. Beyond control or rational thought, I felt her lips suck my tongue into her mouth urging me to do it and there was no way I could refuse her. I groaned myself as I felt the come boil out of my balls and seem to come flooding up out of the very soles of my feet and I gushed into her in hot, scalding jets.
Miyoko lost control of her body, throwing her head back and arching her cunt up to me to suck it all in, mashing that sweet little clit against my throbbing stalk, her arms hard as she pulled at her bonds. I held her to me as I came inside her, giving her all of it and planting it deep. I wanted it to be dripping out of her for hours. I wanted her to feel me when she went to bed that night and when she got up in the morning. I wanted her to know that Matt Danger had been there, and that he knew all her secrets.
You can say all they want about virgins, about how great it is to be the first and all that, but that’s just high school stuff to me. What you want is to be the first one to take a woman to that height of passion, to introduce her to her own sexual desires. To take her to the edge and make her look into the chasm. That’s the kind of sex they never forget. They never forget the man who made them whole.
Miyoko was beside herself when we stopped, and it took a lot of cuddling and cajoling to calm her down. We lay on that funky leather sofa for a long time as Wing Yee’s neon lights played over her perfect skin and I held her and stroked her sobbing body. Of course one thing led to another, and we made love again; slow and sweet this time, but again she went ballistic. Her gates were down now, and she didn’t know what to do with this new side of herself.
I had some ideas, but it had been a long day for me—for both of us—and she had to get back before anyone started asking questions.
And of course, I had a case to solve. |
Hotel Exhibitionist Ch. 03 | 130,042 | 4.76 | 1,548,500 | [
"exhibitionist",
"exhibitionism",
"wife",
"husband",
"voyeur",
"hotel",
"vibrator",
"elevator",
"voyeurism",
"sexting"
] | Sitting at a table in the center of the crowded ballroom, Kymberly felt she was under a spotlight. It wasn't just the shortness of the red sheath dress she wore that made her feel that way, nor was it that several hours earlier dozens of the people around her had gotten more than an eyeful of Kymberly's athletic, long-legged, busty figure in a skimpy gym outfit in the lobby.
What made Kymberly feel she was under the hot glare of the spotlight was the fact that, under the little dress, which hit her legs mid-thigh when she was standing and showed even more when she was sitting, she wasn't wearing any panties. Her husband Robert had told her not to.
A few days before the convention Kymberly had visited her favorite salon, and she had had every last spec of hair removed by wax. Now, hidden by mere inches of red fabric stretched tightly over her firm thighs, her pussy lay bare and, after her completion of Robert's latest challenges an hour earlier, noticeably moist.
To minimize the risk of exposure, Kymberly sat with her legs under her table, to which she had been assigned with seven other guests. She tried to talk to the person sitting next to her over the din of 600 voices. Most of the other guests sat at their assigned tables, waiting for the first speech of the convention to start, but a few stragglers walked here and there or gathered in small clusters making small talk.
Kymberly had recovered quickly from her nerve-wracking experience in the small ballroom an hour earlier. Her rival pharmaceutical representative, Kristin, almost had discovered Kymberly crouching naked behind the make-shift bar. Kymberly had left the small ballroom with her legs shaking, but they were steadier now. Time had done its part to calm her nerves; a couple of scotch and sodas had done the rest.
Now she sat with her companions at a table waiting for the opening speech to begin. She lucked out with the seating assignments; Samuel Lee, whose business she was trying to solicit, had been assigned to the same table and sat across from her. A few people who worked at his clinics sat with him. To Kymberly's left was a tall, dour, older woman named Gail who worked for the Food and Drug Administration. To her right sat a man about her age, with a small, pinched, nervous face, who worked for Samuel's company.
Gail, the woman to Kymberly's left, complained in a monotone voice about the hotel and told Kymberly that she had been stuck in the elevator for five minutes earlier in the afternoon. It was all Kymberly could do to respond with an occasional, "Really? I'm so sorry to hear that!" She wanted to engage Samuel, but he was on the other side of the table, and he was busy talking to a young blonde woman next to him.
The clock on Kymberly's phone showed that the convention officially would begin in ten minutes. The association direction would kick things off with a short speech. Dinner would follow, and then this evening and over the next day more speeches, meetings, meals, and workshops would follow. Awards would be given out and pious statements about the vital place of pharmaceutical drugs in modern society would be made and broadly assented to by everyone in attendance. But to Kymberly, the official program was just a stage set for the real show, which was sales. Kymberly didn't need to fly hundreds of miles for the weekend to learn about new developments about pharmaceuticals; she could do that in a few hours on the Internet at home. The point to being here was to meet people and convince them to buy what she was selling. Kymberly had been doing that for a long time, and she was good at it.
Kymberly hadn't received any texts from Robert, lately. She was glad to get a break from his games, but the longer he waited to contact her the more she worried about what he would ask her to do, and when.
"Kymberly!" Samuel called to her across the table. "We missed you when you left us on the patio. I trust your family is well?"
"Yes, thank you for asking!" she said. She carried on a conversation with him as well as she could, half-shouting across the table so she could be heard over the noise. She asked questions about him, throwing in a few about his business and plans to open more clinics, and what treatments they offered.
As Kymberly talked with Samuel she saw Kristin, at a table near hers. A much older man with a large mouth was talking to Kristin, but Kristin was staring at Kymberly, her eyes still and wide and dark like a cat's. Kymberly looked away from Kristin, unnerved by her stare, and concentrated on Samuel.
She believed she was making headway when her phone, which lay on the table in front of her, pinged again. Kymberly had switched the phone out of its mute mode so she could hear Robert texting her over the din of the ballroom crowd. It was Robert texting, of course.
"What are you doing now?"
Kymberly didn't want to be rude to Samuel -- already, two hours earlier, on the patio, she had pulled away from a conversation with him because of one of Robert's texts. But knowing Robert, he would be impatient and insistent, and he would leave her no choice but to respond if she wanted to keep up with his game. She did want to, so she would have to find a way of responding without being rude.
A man sitting next to Samuel interjected himself into their conversation, and Samuel turned to reply to him, giving Kymberly her chance to text Robert back.
"I'm at table talking with med clinic owner. Speech to start in 10 minutes."
"You don't have much time, then," he texted. "Excuse yourself and go to bathroom. Take purse and phone."
Robert, Robert, she thought. You are making my job so much harder. But she would do it. With only ten minutes to go before speeches started, she would have no choice.
"Samuel, if you will excuse me for a moment," she said. He nodded at her across the table with a polite smile.
She hurried to the bathroom. Other women seemed to have the same idea; all the stalls were occupied. Kymberly paced nervously outside them until one opened. She rushed in and closed it behind her; then she pulled her phone out.
"What now, Robert?" she texted him.
"You're not getting cheeky, are you? Does my exhibitionist need disciplining when she gets back?"
Kymberly was impatient. "I have no time for text chat," she wrote. "Speech to start soon. What now?"
"Open your purse and take out what's inside."
She did so, and pulled out the small package wrapped in black paper. She tore it open.
It was a vibrator. Kymberly had plenty of experience with vibrators, but she hadn't seen one like this before. It was purple -- Robert and his purple fetish, she thought -- and encased in a soft, almost skin-like material. It was vaguely U-shaped, with the ends wider and more bulbous than the middle.
"You must put it inside you," Robert texted.
"Now? You want me to wear this during dinner? I'm not going to turn on the vibrator during the presentation," she replied.
"You won't have to," he texted. "I will. It's on remote control and I already have synced it with your phone."
Kymberly was amazed at that. "How?"
"I did it when you weren't using it. The vibrator will work if your phone is on and isn't too far away from you. Now put it in so I can test it."
Kymberly didn't know what bothered her more -- that Robert wanted her to wear a vibrator during a dinner surrounded by hundreds of colleagues and customers, or that he had used her phone without her knowing it to set up the vibrator. When she got home she would have to talk to him about his boundaries.
But there was no time to talk to him now. The clock was ticking and the opening speech was about to begin, and she didn't want to walk halfway through the grand ballroom to return to her table while everyone else was seated. She would have to decide what to do now.
"What do I do with this?"
"Insert one end inside you. The other end will rest against your clit."
This was crazy, she thought. The pharmaceutical convention was about to begin and hundreds of her colleagues were sitting down for dinner waiting to hear speeches, and yet here she was, standing over a toilet in a bathroom stall, preparing to put a vibrator in her pussy.
The toilet had no seat for her to sit on. She had to lean against a side of the stall and pull her short red dress up and hold her legs apart. She held the vibrator down and close to the opening of her vulva. The mechanics of the thing didn't look too difficult -- it was clear to her from this angle where and how things were to go.
Kymberly pressed one end of the vibrator into her. She was still wet from before, and it slipped into her easily. She could feel the bulbous end inside her settle against the sensitive flesh of her G-spot. The part that was still visible slipped directly over her clitoris. She took her hand away, and it remained in place, clamping gently but snugly against her sex.
It looked and felt like a snug, firm fit, but Kymberly wondered at once whether, without any panties to help hold the vibrator against her, it might slip out of her as she walked. If that happened in the crowded ballroom, it would be a disaster. She would never be able to face anybody that saw her again. But she thought the risk was small. It fit well, and years of Kegel exercises had given her strong muscles down there that she could use to help hold it in.
"OK, it's in," she texted.
"I'm going to test it before you go back," he texted. "I will start on a low setting. Here goes."
Kymberly waited. Nothing happened for a few seconds, and the wait unnerved her. Then she felt it.
The device vibrated against her G-spot and clit at the same time. The tingling was mild, but her body already was in a high state of arousal from the events earlier in the day. At the first sensation, her body shook involuntarily and a wash of pure pleasure swept over her. Her legs twitched slightly before she recovered herself. Her body continued to shiver after the vibrator stopped quivering.
It was quiet, at least. Kymberly heard barely a whisper of noise when it went off. But if that was a mild setting, she didn't know how she would handle a stronger setting. She didn't know if she could stop her body from shaking, especially under the gaze of hundreds of people around her.
"How was that?" he texted.
"It felt good," she texted, "but I don't know if I can handle it at dinner."
"Yes, you can."
There was no use arguing with Robert. He would insist, and she must either choose to go along or quit. And she couldn't quit. Not at this point.
"OK," she texted, "but please don't set it too high."
"I won't do anything you can't handle," he texted.
That was no comfort, thought Kymberly. But it probably was the biggest concession she could wring out of him.
"I have to get back to my table."
"Go ahead."
She smoothed the hem of the short dress back into place over her hips and thighs and fetched her purse. She stood straight up with her legs apart, steadying herself and testing the feel of the vibrator inside her to ensure it was staying in place. It seemed to be. She hoped it would continue to stay where it was.
She left the bathroom and returned to her table. As she walked she couldn't stop thinking about the vibrator inside her. It seemed to be clamped snugly in place, although she could feel it move a little as she walked. She was extremely wet inside, and the vibrator, though clamped onto her, moved around against her wetness. Her body was filled with nervous tension as she wondered when Robert was going to set it off again.
If I can just make it to my table without Robert setting it off or without it falling to the floor, I'll be thankful, she thought.
She took her chair just as the lead speaker was taking the stage.
Kymberly's chair was to the back of the speaker, so to see him she had to turn her chair sideways to the table, and then turn halfway in her chair toward the stage. But that meant that her legs, which were exposed at mid-thigh in the short red dress, weren't safely under the table. She would have to be very careful to keep them closed together to avoid giving anyone a peek under the dress.
She looked up and scanned the crowd around her and noticed that Blaine was seated at a table not far away, and he was looking at her. Kymberly was sure he was staring at her exposed knees, hoping to see something.
I'm going to have to be careful to make sure he doesn't, she thought.
Kymberly thought about what a crazy day it had been. A little more than an hour ago she had pulled her skirt up and exposed herself to three golfers, and then after that sat naked in a room fewer than 200 feet from where she was sitting. Now she was doing everything she could to avoid exposure while at the same time her pussy was uncovered and stuffed full of the vibrator, which could go off at any second at her husband's whim.
The first speaker was on the stage making introductory remarks and making a half-hearted effort to tell a few bad jokes. The crowd had drunk enough liquor up to that point to applaud the jokes even though they were bad.
Kymberly knew that the crowd's attention was focused on the speaker on stage, not on her. But, even so, she felt vulnerable. In her short dress and exposed legs, pressed tightly together, and her heart still beating faster than normal, Kymberly felt -- accurately or not -- the weight of eyes on her. She glanced at times away from the speaker toward people sitting at the tables around her. More than once, she could have sworn she saw their glances averted when she looked their way. She was sure that many of the people around her remembered her as the woman walking around the hotel lobby in the skimpy gym outfit. Now she was the woman in the skimpy red dress. Kymberly wondered if that's what people thought of her: as the woman who liked to wear skimpy clothes so her colleagues noticed her.
She had no time to finish the thought, because, without warning, Robert sent a signal to the vibrator inside her.
Bzzzzzzt.
The vibrator was quiet, but not quite silent, and the sound it made seemed to conduct through her body to her ears. Kymberly heard as well as felt it. She hoped it didn't sound as loud to the people around her as it sounded to her.
More noticeable than the sound was the feeling: the swell and pressure of the vibrator as it buzzed and moved on and inside her.
The vibration was only slightly stronger than it had been when Robert tested it in the bathroom stall. But in the cavernous ballroom, with people surrounding her, and with the knowledge that the vibrator lay inches away from the hem of her dress, and with the possibility of exposure to dozens of colleagues and potential customers all around her, the impact of the vibration was twice what it had been before.
The sudden charge against her clitoris instinctively made her want to pull back in her seat. She wanted to part her legs, to relieve her thighs of the vibrator's pressure. She had to fight to keep them closed. She also had to choke off a squeal of pleasure welling up in her chest. She caught it in her throat but not before a high-pitched, barely audible "tweet" escaped her lips, which she did everything she could to keep pressed together. Her body shifted in her seat involuntarily.
Ping. She held her phone in her lap and looked at Robert's test, cupping her hand around the phone to screen the message from prying eyes.
"That was a low setting, darling. They will get stronger."
A low setting. Crap, she thought. It didn't feel low. She didn't think she could take a higher setting in a public ballroom, surrounded by people. Kymberly didn't want to text Robert in the middle of the speech with people all around her. It would be rude, and she would draw attention to herself. But Robert's control over the device inside her forced her to do so.
"This is a bad time for this. Let's wait until later in the evening. Having trouble controlling response."
He responded right away.
"It can't wait. This is part of the game. I will push, and you will have to control your response. You can do it, but it won't be easy. You will enjoy the challenge."
Kymberly wasn't sure about that, but she was sure that Robert wasn't going to stop. She could get up and go to the bathroom and take it out, but if she did so everyone would notice her and wonder why she was going to the bathroom right after she'd just come back from it. And Robert might set it off while she was walking there; she wasn't sure she could stand up straight if it buzzed while she was walking.
But more important, she didn't want to quit.
Robert was testing her, and this challenge, she knew, would be even more difficult than the last one. She was in a room full of people who knew who she was -- people who worked with her, people who competed against her, people whose business she wanted. Robert would push to the edge her ability to remain discreet and to avoid calling attention to herself. She could tell that if he kept pushing up the vibration level it would take everything she had to control her response.
Why did she want to do it? She wondered. It wasn't that she was submissive. Far from it. While Robert certainly was a dominant, Kymberly was far from a normal submissive. She was strong-willed, competitive, and stubborn. She was intelligent, too, and while she didn't make as much money as Robert she felt confident she was as good at what she did as he was at what he did.
Robert knew Kymberly wasn't docile, and she knew it was part of what he loved about her. He liked that she was a challenge, and he wanted to challenge her. And that's how Kymberly took compliance with his games -- not as submission to his will, but as acceptance of a challenge. She wanted to beat him as much as to submit to him. He might get her to comply -- he probably would, she thought -- but he wouldn't wholly tame her. Kymberly Marsh could never be wholly tamed. Not even by her husband Robert.
In that spirit Kymberly, as quietly as she could, thumbed the word "OK" into the phone and texted it to her waiting husband.
The speaker finished to mild applause, and he announced a short break to give people a chance to stretch their legs and mingle before dinner. Kymberly chose not to leave her chair, because she didn't trust her feet to hold her up if Robert set off the vibrator again.
The vibrator. She felt it. She shifted in her seat, hoping that doing so somehow would make her less aware of its grip on the most intimate part of her body.
She scanned the room to distract herself from the sensation and to see if anyone was watching her. No one was, as far as she could tell. That was a relief.
She heard an annoying peal of laughter, and she realized that Kristin had stood up and was standing next to her table. She was trying to carry on a conversation with Samuel, whose bored expression showed he wasn't interested in what Kristin had to say.
"Hello, Kristin!" Kymberly chimed in, trying to feign genuine good cheer.
Kymberly's phone pinged with another incoming message. Kymberly picked it up to read it. She noticed that Kristin looked with keen interest at her phone.
"Your phone seems to be going off a lot," Kristin said. "Sounds like somebody's eager to contact you."
Kymberly tried to read Kristin's face to see what she was getting at. Was it her imagination, or did Kristin mean something by emphasizing her phone going off? Could Kristin recognize the sound of Kymberly's phone as the same sound she heard in the small ballroom an hour earlier? Kymberly didn't think so, but Kristin made her nervous.
Kymberly decided that getting away from Kristin for a few minutes was worth the risk of the vibrator going off again while she was standing. She stood up from the table and walked to the bar. She needed another drink. At the bar, she pointed to the best bottle of scotch she saw and asked for another scotch and soda.
The vibrator was still and, for the time being, firmly in place. Even so, she held her legs closely together to avoid the risk of it falling out. She never stopped being aware of it, nestled into her sex. And for the first time, she felt a tingle of moisture on her thigh. Kymberly knew that in the past, when she had been highly aroused for a long time, things could get rather . . . damp down there. She hoped that wasn't going to happen tonight. There was still a dinner and more speeches to get through, and it would be a lot harder to get through if she couldn't stay dry under her short dress.
"Hello again," a familiar deep voice greeted her, just off her shoulder.
It was Dan Orloff, the VP, again. He held a glass of what looked like scotch, though his was served neat rather than mixed with water. He gestured toward her with his glass.
"Seems we like the same drinks. Good taste."
"Thank you," she replied. She raised her glass to take another sip.
The scotch had barely passed her lips when the vibrator buzzed again.
Bzzzzt.
It buzzed stronger this time; Robert had increased the intensity. Her hand shook and the drink sloshed around in the glass. She had to try hard to keep it from spilling. She kept the glass near her face, hoping it would hide from Dan, just a little, what she knew was a startled look on her face. Her legs clamped tightly together, involuntarily, as though doing so would make the vibrator stop. But it didn't. The vibration didn't last long -- just a couple of seconds -- but it was enough to sweep her whole body with an exquisite but almost intolerable pleasure, and to make her knees buckle slightly.
Dan looked at her with a twinkle of puzzlement in his eye. He looked only at her face, thank goodness, she thought, and didn't look down to see her unsteady knees pressed together.
"You OK?" he asked.
"I'm --." The words didn't come out right away. "I'm -- fine. Just a little scotch down the wrong pipe," she said, faking a hoarse sound in her voice.
She put her hand, the one holding her purse, gently on his shoulder to steady herself and faked a cough.
Her phone pinged again inside her purse.
"Just a moment, Dan," she said. She turned away from him and set her drink on a small table and pulled out the phone, cupping her hand around it to keep anyone from seeing Dan's message.
"Did you like that?" he texted her.
"Bad timing," she texted in reply. "Still recovering."
"I'll give you at least another 15 minutes," he texted back. "The next one could come any time after that."
She put her phone back in the purse and she did her best to muster an expression on her face to show that everything was normal. But Dan was looking at her avidly and curiously, and she doubted whether her effort to look normal was working. Her knees still were weak and it took a lot of effort to keep them steady.
"Everything OK?" Dan asked.
"Fine!" Kymberly replied, trying to regain full control of her wobbly legs. She noticed with worry that Dan looked intently at her, his face a mixture of curiosity and concern and something else, perhaps: amusement? She couldn't tell. She didn't think he could have heard the vibrator go off, but she didn't trust what her senses were telling her. She would have to do her best to maintain her composure, around Dan and around everyone else in the room.
"Maybe we should get back to our seats," she said.
Kymberly noticed a mirror behind the bar and glanced into it to see how she looked. With chagrin, she noticed that her dark hair lay in a thick, unruly mess around her face. It was the result of all the desperate running around trying to complete Robert's challenges two hours earlier. She'd had no time to brush it.
She noticed something else, too. She noticed that because of her intense arousal, the cool ballroom temperature, and the thinness of the material in her dress and her bra, her nipples pricked up prominently under the dress. Unmistakable, dime-sized peaks capped off the mounds of her ample breasts. She was putting on a show, and until that moment she hadn't even known it.
It was one more thing to worry about. Robert had no idea how sorely he was testing her.
She made it back to her table without incident. Kristin was leaving the table to return to her own as Kymberly arrived. She gave Kymberly a quick, perky, but not-entirely-sincere "Hello again, Kymberly!" Her eyes swept over Kymberly's chest and she made a little smirk before turning away.
As Kymberly sat down she looked at her table companions and noticed that a few of them were looking at her -- her face, her chest, she couldn't tell.
Kymberly sat in her chair, tense and aware. Sitting down, she felt even more moisture between her legs than before, and she worried the wetness would stain the back of her dress.
The phone pinged yet again. Another text.
She held the phone up discreetly. She didn't want anyone else to see Robert's texts.
"Where are you?"
"I'm sitting at table," she texted. "Speech about to begin."
"Is it still in you?"
"Yes!"
"Show me."
Oh no, Robert, she thought.
"Not here, not now," she texted.
"Do it or I'll turn it up to highest level."
"You wouldn't!" she texted. "Not here!"
"Yes, I would. Do it. Take a photo and send it to me. You have three minutes. GO."
Three minutes, or he was going to send a vibration into her pussy at the vibrator's highest level. There would be no way for her to control her reaction. She might even orgasm -- here, in front of an entire room of people. She liked playing games, but she couldn't let that happen.
Suddenly, Samuel pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. She had wanted to talk to him, but his timing couldn't be worse.
"Hello, Kymberly," he said, smiling broadly. "I know we're supposed to have assigned seats, but we didn't get a chance to talk much before, and my colleague didn't mind switching seats with me!"
"Ahhh . . . "she began, stammering. "That was nice of her." Kymberly tried desperately to think of a way to get the picture taken with Samuel next to her. She figured she only had a little over two minutes left to beat Robert's deadline.
"Would you like some wine?" a voice next to them asked. The voice was young and male, and she'd heard it before. She looked in the direction of the voice, and it was the porter again, the one who had taken photos of her naked in her room, and who had served her appetizers later, on the patio. He held a bottle of Chardonnay in front of Samuel, but his eyes were on Kymberly.
In a flash, an idea came to Kymberly. It was the only thing she could think of.
"I would love some wine," Kymberly said. "Samuel, would you mind getting your picture taken with me?"
"Of course, I wouldn't mind!" he said.
"Great!" she said. "Excuse me, could you take a photo of us?" She turned to the waiter, who was pouring wine, and she held out the phone to him.
"Sure," the waiter said, trying to be discreet and stifling a huge grin. Kymberly saw his reaction and hoped that Samuel didn't sense anything unusual. She glanced at him. He didn't seem to notice anything. She hoped he'd had enough cocktails to dim his powers of observation. It would help her get away with what she had in mind.
"Samuel," she said, in a hurry to beat Robert's deadline. "Swing your chair out here alongside mine." She directed the three of them so both their chairs would be seated sideways to the table, with Samuel's on the outside. Samuel went along with the arrangement willingly, and as he moved his chair next to hers she noticed his eyes sweeping over her bare seated legs, held firmly together.
"What's your name?" she asked the waiter/porter.
"Tony," he said.
"Tony, could you stand a few feet back and kneel down so you are on our level?" she asked, in the most cheerful and flirty voice she could manage in her current state.
"My, you know how to give directions for a photo! You must be experienced," Samuel said, and he chuckled.
"My husband is very particular about photographs," she said with a thin smile. "He knows exactly what he wants to see in them. I've picked up a thing or two."
Tony knelt with his knee on the floor, so his head was level with Kymberly's chest. That's where she wanted him.
"Smile," he said.
Samuel put an arm over the back of Kymberly's chair, and Kymberly held her hands down in her lap, legs pressed together and fingers right at the hem of the short dress.
Tony took the photo. Before he could move Kymberly called out quickly, "One more!"
Time was running out, she knew, and this would be her only chance. Out of her side vision she could see Samuel was smiling and looking at the phone. Tony was getting ready to take the photo. No one around seemed to be looking at them, and she figured that her lap would be obscured by the table to one side, Samuel to the other, and Tony in front of them.
She parted her legs and pulled the hem of her dress up and lifted her knees slightly off the chair. She hoped it was enough for the vibrator in her pussy to be exposed to the phone camera lens, but not so obvious to attract Samuel's attention.
Obviously, it was enough for the phone camera; she could see it from Tony's expression. His eyes widened and his mouth opened and he looked up from the phone screen directly at her, toward her lap and between her legs. For the second time today, she was showing off her pussy to him. This time, instead of being open and exposed, her pussy was stuffed with a purple vibrator.
He paused, and it seemed to Kymberly that the act of pulling on her short dress and exposing her toy-filled pussy made time stand still. It was agonizing. Tony seemed to be moving in slow motion, and every second she held her dress open in the crowded ballroom she risked everything.
"Go ahead," she said, trying to quell the nervousness in her voice between gritted teeth.
Tony took the photo. She snapped her legs shut and sprang off the chair for her phone.
"Let's see how it turned out!" said Samuel.
"Oh, I'll send you the better one later!" Kymberly replied quickly. She didn't want Samuel to see the photo with her legs spread.
"Thank you, Tony," she said, looking up for just an instant as she started thumbing over the phone screen to text the photo to her husband.
She sent it. Tony grabbed the wine bottle and resumed his duties but gave her one last, longing look first.
"I think dinner's ready!" Samuel said.
It was; the waiters had set the tables and people were starting to eat, with the evening's main speech just moments away.
Kymberly pulled her chair to the table, her legs now under the drape of the white table cloth. She was grateful to be able to minimize her exposure for a little while.
The phone pinged with Robert's reply.
"Wow, baby! Not sure how you pulled that off. You are good at this game."
Damn right, I'm good at this, she thought. But I am going to get back at you, Robert. Somehow.
Kymberly made small talk with Samuel and others at the table. She didn't know when Robert would hit her with another vibration, but she was determined to make as much headway schmoozing before the next assault began. After the schmoozing and eating, the main speech of the night began. The speaker was a young, dynamic CEO of a new company that made a drug that promised to cure a loss of sex drive.
That's something I don't need, Kymberly thought. And, indeed, now, she didn't. The events of the afternoon and evening so far had left her highly aroused, nervous, and damp between her legs.
The speaker had just finished telling a predictable and unfunny joke, which nevertheless was well received by an audience accustomed to funny jokes and getting close to being well sloshed. Kymberly had no time to laugh at his joke, however, because as soon as he finished the vibrator went off inside her.
It was noticeably stronger this time.
Kymberly was glad her legs were under the table, partly covered, because the vibration caused her legs to spasm and buckle involuntarily. Her upper body tensed and shook, too, and it was all she could do to stop herself from crying out.
A hot flush swept her body. Kymberly pressed her legs together tightly and the skin between her legs felt slippery with wetness. Without thinking she looked up from her table and scanned the room again. Most eyes were focused on the stage and the speaker. But she saw Kristin, at her own table, glance briefly at Kymberly, her eyes intense and curious.
She knows something is going on, Kymberly thought. I just hope she doesn't know what.
She broke the stare with Kristin and looked around more. She saw Dan Orloff, at still another table, glance at her, a faint, amused smile under his dark mustache.
The vibration lasted only a few seconds, but her body continued to tremble after it stopped, like aftershocks following an earthquake. Kymberly wanted to draw into herself, to hide from the people around her, and to make the maddening buzz of the vibrator and the risk of exposing herself stop.
But inside her another impulse welled up, fueled by her intense arousal and the growing feeling that an orgasm was coming soon and might be set off by the next vibration. She felt a desire to give in to the vibration -- to fall to the floor and call out and pull her dress up and let everyone see the source of her pleasure and embarrassment. It was what Robert wanted, she thought: to compel her to give in to her exhibitionist desires, to show herself off and let the consequences fall where they might. Her body was tempted, very tempted, to do just that. But her brain, still in control, if just barely, held her body in check. She remained seated at the table, holding herself as still as she could, while the trembling in her body faded and passed.
Robert's text showed up on her phone:
"That was middle strength. The next will be stronger. I will let you know when it's coming so you can prepare yourself."
Kymberly couldn't decide if that was better, or worse. For a time, however, she could relax knowing that it wouldn't go off without a warning.
Kymberly tried to focus on the speech. It was hard to do. Even though she knew that the vibrator wouldn't go off again without a warning, she couldn't stop thinking about it. For one thing, her pussy was wetter and more aroused than ever. It felt like a faucet, and she was sure she was making a soggy mess of the back of her dress and the seat of the chair. She wasn't sure how she would stand up from the table without embarrassing herself. She would have to think about that later.
The speech droned on, until, finally, it finished, and the crowd, well-fed and fortified with booze, clapped loudly. The official convention activities were done for the night.
The phone pinged. Kymberly looked.
"One minute."
Kymberly grabbed the edge of the table. She wasn't sure what to do. Some people were starting to leave their tables, others were lingering and talking. She didn't have time gracefully to exit the ballroom, and she didn't want to be on her feet when the vibrator shook again. She felt it inside her, still clamping on to her but sloshing around in her wetness when she shifted in her seat. Her whole body was on edge. She felt that even a light touch could push her over the edge to an explosive orgasm.
"Did you like the speech, Kymberly?" Samuel, still seated, asked her. His question took her mind briefly off her predicament.
"I thought the speaker definitely knew what he was talking about, though I'd read about the drug in a journal a month ago," she replied.
Time was getting close, and Samuel wasn't going to let her get away. She would have to sit through it and hope he didn't notice. She picked up a water glass and held it near her face.
"I thought the speech was kind of boring, myself," Samuel said. "Somebody needs to write some better jokes for the speaker."
Kymberly took a long, slow sip of water from the glass, hoping the glass would mask whatever expression escaped her when the vibrator went off.
Seconds later, it came -- twice as strong as before. Her body, already aroused and weakened by the vibrator's earlier assaults on her wet pussy, had no defense against it this time.
The vibrator sent a shockwave into her clit and her pussy and through her body. Her legs jerked involuntarily. The glass in front of her mouth shook, sloshing the water around in it, and she spit some of the water in her mouth back into it. Her eyeballs started to roll back before she could stop them.
Samuel looked at her with surprise and concern. She gasped and coughed and waved her hand at her mouth. The other hand held fast to the table edge to keep her from tipping over.
"Kymberly, are you OK?" Samuel asked. Trying to keep her head still and focused while her body still convulsed, Kymberly looked back at Samuel and was glad, at least, that he didn't seem to know what was going on. Samuel was reputed to be very conservative in his habits. Maybe he didn't know anything about vibrators. She could only hope he didn't.
He's probably never seen a vibrator, she thought.
"Ah . . . errr," she began to choke out. "Water went down the wrong way," she said with a rasp, pointing at her throat.
"Here," he said, pulling a handkerchief out of his suit -- who wears a handkerchief anymore? Kymberly thought -- and offering it to her. She took it gratefully and held it over her mouth after setting her glass down.
The pulsing in her body subsided, leaving only a few tremors still coursing through her thighs. She felt wetness there -- her inner thighs were a sodden mess, she could tell.
"Samuel," called a voice next to them. They both looked up and it was Dan. Although he had spoken to Samuel, his eyes focused on Kymberly, and he had the same look of curiosity and amusement as before.
"Hello, Kymberly. Did you have a bad experience with the . . . water?" he said, pausing noticeably before saying the last word.
"I'm fine," she said, her voice still hoarse.
"I'm glad to hear it," said Dan. He addressed Samuel. "Samuel, I heard you're a birdwatcher. The hotel is organizing a nature walk at sunrise tomorrow. Interested?"
"That sounds lovely," said Samuel. "I'd like that. Kymberly, what about you? Would you like to join us? Dan, where and when is it?"
"Meet outside the pro shop 15 minutes before sunrise. They'll take us in carts to the nature area next to the course. How about it, Kymberly?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, her voice steadier now. "I'm not much of a birdwatcher, I'm afraid, and I don't have any binoculars."
"That's no problem," said Dan. "You can use mine. They're excellent. I always have them with me."
"Let me think about it," she said. "Samuel, it was so nice to talk to you. I think I spilled some of that water on me -- I'm going to go to the little girls' room."
The felt the phone in her hand pinged yet again. Robert was back.
"I'll bet you enjoyed that," he texted. "There will be one more, soon. Better get ready."
She looked up from her phone to her companions, Samuel and Dan. As she stood up from the chair she felt the back of her soggy dress cling to her thighs. The vibrator shifted noticeably inside her as she moved and she hoped and prayed it didn't fall out as she stood in front of them. Samuel looked at her pleasantly, but Dan looked at her with something else -- she wasn't sure what. But there was a trace of a smirk in his smile.
Does he know? She wondered.
She held her purse in front of her and backed away from them. She hoped the color of the dress would somehow hide the wetness she could feel.
"Kymberly, if we don't see you tomorrow, it's been great talking to you," Samuel said. "Call me when the convention is over and let's do lunch. I want to hear about what Sintrell is offering these days."
Yes! she thought. For all the trials Robert had put her through that night she'd managed to win an opportunity to sell her company's products to one of its biggest potential customers.
"I will!" she said. "Good night, Samuel! Good night, Dan!"
She scampered away on quick, small steps, keeping her legs close together to minimize the risk the vibrator, getting looser and looser between her wet legs, might fall out onto the floor. Her purse was in one hand and her phone was in the other. It pinged again. She looked.
"Better hurry," Robert texted again.
She moved as fast as she could on small steps, weaving through the crowd and saying hi to people she knew as artfully as she could without stopping to chat with them. She saw Kristin, with her new boy toy Roger nearby, glare at Kymberly and scan the length of her body with her eyes. Kymberly wondered what she looked like.
Kymberly had pushed the limits of her exhibitionism today, and thrilled at doing so, but she was exhausted from nervousness at the unrelenting risk of exposure. She wanted to get back to her room, especially before Robert sent the next signal, which was bound to be imminent.
Just a minute later, walking briskly ahead of most of the throng of convention-goers leaving the ballroom, she reached the bank of elevators. One was open, thank goodness, and she didn't see anyone enter it ahead of her.
She didn't see the occupant of it until she was halfway in. It was one of the two men she had ridden with before, the ones that had checked her out after she had arrived at the hotel. It would look odd and unfriendly to back out of the elevator after already starting to enter it, so she kept going. She hoped Robert didn't set off the vibrator while she was in it.
"Hello again," said the man, giving her body a good, long, hungry look with his eyes. Obviously, he had spotted the headlights on her chest.
"I'm Chad," he said, initially holding out a hand but pulling it back when he saw her hands clutched to the phone and purse.
"Kymberly," she said.
"Nice to meet you, Kymberly," he said as the elevator doors closed. Kymberly was glad it wasn't full of people.
"Some friends and I are going out for some drinks in 15 minutes," Chad said. "Would you like to, umm, join us?"
"Thank you for the invitation," said Kymberly, "But I've had a long day and need to rest."
She had backed herself against the side of the elevator, opposite Chad, so he couldn't see the back of her dress. She still couldn't tell how noticeable the wetness was on the back of her dress. She still felt it.
Chad nodded at her in reply but said nothing. He looked at her pleasantly but a little uncertainly, awkwardly, even. He didn't have the demeanor typical of the smooth-talking salesmen that populated conferences like these.
The elevator suddenly gave out a groan and slight lurch. Then it stopped. She looked at the display over the door, and she saw that the elevator had stopped between the third and fourth floors. For the moment, at least, they were stuck.
Oh no, she thought.
She had no time to think any more about it, because the final wave from the vibrator came crashing into and against her. This time she had no reserves left to stem her body's submission to it. Her legs buckled and her butt fell back against the side of the elevator. Her fingers shook and the purse dropped to the floor. Her hand flew back and grabbed the railing on the side of the elevator to stop her from collapsing altogether to the ground. A long high-pitched moan and gasp escaped her lips.
Through fluttering eyes, she saw Chad looking at her in utter astonishment. His eyes held on hers at first, but then they swept down her convulsing body and stopped at her thighs, below her dress. She knew why.
Her body had been aroused too long, and she couldn't hold back. A hard, sustained orgasm swept through her, causing her body to buck back and forth involuntarily against the side of the elevator. Even more embarrassing, she squirted, something she seldom did. Wetness flowed from her, flooding down her legs and raining down on the elevator carpet between her feet.
The flood loosened the grip of the vibrator, and when her legs spasmed open in response to the orgasm the vibrator's grip finally gave way. She felt it fall out of her, and, looking down, she saw it hit the elevator floor with a chunky "plop."
She couldn't take her hand off the rail to do anything about it. She stood there, for what seemed like minutes, legs shaky and spread over the purple object on the floor, tremors still sweeping her body as she came down from the orgasm.
"My god," Chad said. He couldn't seem to say anything else, just kept sweeping his eyes up and down and all over her, diverting them briefly to look at the vibrator as though to confirm, yes, he really had just witnessed a vibrator falling out of a woman's pussy in an elevator.
In her not-fully-conscious state, Kymberly felt the phone ping again. She held it up to see Robert's message.
"Where are you?" he texted.
She didn't want to text Robert, but focusing on his message diverted her just slightly from the intense mortification of what had just happened in front of Chad. The elevator door still was stuck and there was nothing she could do to get away or hide herself. She couldn't make him unsee what he had just seen. Chad still was looking avidly at her body, but not moving.
She responded to Robert.
"Am in an elevator. It's stuck. A man just saw me orgasm. Vibrator on floor now."
"Wow," he texted back. "Are you turned on?"
What a crazy question to ask your wife in a situation like this, Kymberly thought. She had just orgasmed in the most embarrassing way possible in front of a man she didn't know, a man who nevertheless worked in her industry and could spread rumors about her, compromise her, maybe even ruin her.
But yes, a voice in her said. Despite all that, it was a turn on. She was turned on. She had been turned on all afternoon and evening, ever since Robert's games had begun. She was more aroused and excited than ever, standing, barely, in the elevator, in front of Chad, who was gaping at her.
"I am," she replied to her husband.
"Is he turned on?" he texted back.
She looked at Chad. He looked more surprised than anything, still, but she saw desire in his eyes. He held one hand loosely over a noticeable bulge at his crotch. He was trying to hide it, or to feel it; she couldn't tell which.
"Is that you husband . . . texting you?" Chad asked. He pointed. She nodded.
"I noticed your ring," Chad said. Then he pointed to the vibrator. "I've heard of those but I've never seen one. I had no idea they do that. My god."
She was still recovering from the orgasm and panting a little. She couldn't imagine what an out-of-control, slutty mess she must have looked like to Chad. But she found it turned her on.
"I don't think it does this to everybody," she said. "My husband put it on a very strong setting."
"I guess so," Chad said. He was stroking the bulge in his pants noticeably now.
"He is turned on," she texted back to Robert.
"Are you safe?" he texted her. "Does he look OK?"
"Yes, he looks like a nice guy," she texted back.
"Is the elevator still stuck?"
"Yes," she texted back.
"Good," he texted her.
"Give your phone to him. I'm going to send him a message. Then take the phone back. Give it to him now."
What did Robert have in mind? She wondered. His imagination never seemed to stop, and it always seemed to involve putting her in new risky situations.
Even so, she handed the phone to Chad.
"What's this?" Chad asked her.
"My husband is going to send you a message."
Chad's eyebrows furrowed with curiosity. He had to tear his eyes away from the dark-haired woman with the heaving breasts and wet legs to watch for the incoming message.
Kymberly heard the phone ping in Chad's hand. She saw Chad's eyes grow wide and his mouth open as he looked at the message.
"What does it say?" she asked him.
He approached her and held the phone in front of her face. She saw her husband's text message and her eyes widened as well.
"CUM ON HER," Robert's text said.
She took the phone back and she and Chad looked uncertainly at each other.
Robert had never taken their games this far before. He'd exposed her body to other men, but he had never let any other man have any sexual contact with her. Now he wanted that. 24 hours ago, Kymberly might have been reluctant, or even outraged. But now, after all that had happened already, Kymberly was more than willing to take yet another step. Her body, recently shaken and covered in her fluids, was like something new to her, something she hadn't experienced before. For all it had gone through, it wanted more. Her body hungered for more. She wasn't going to deny it.
If that's what you want, dear husband, she thought, that's what you're going to get.
Kymberly put her phone in her purse, and she dropped the purse to the floor. She sank slowly to the floor, her legs, now steadier than before, splayed to the side of her. She held her gaze on Chad's as she lowered herself.
"You better get started," she said with a husky voice when her butt had reached the elevator floor.
Chad looked like a guy who still was adjusting to the fact that this wasn't a crazy porn fantasy. It was really happening. A gorgeous woman was inviting him to cum on her.
He'd never done anything like this before. But he knew what to do.
He unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It was hard already and he had to pull his pants and underwear out and away to release it. When he did, it popped out straight and hard toward Kymberly's face. He took two steps closer to her.
Kymberly's legs were bent and spread, the heels of her black pumps dug into the elevator carpet. Kymberly put a hand on the hem of the short, and wet, red dress, and pulled it up. She pulled it up past her thighs, past her pussy, and up above her tummy. Then she put her other hand under her thigh, and she pulled her thigh back until one black heel clinked against the elevator wall. The bare, wet, waxed skin between her legs lay completely exposed to Chad now. She looked down and the lips of her pussy looked thick and wild, engorged by her arousal. They'd opened, as well, so Chad was getting a good view inside her.
Chad's fingers wrapped around his cock and began pumping it. His eyes feasted on everything Kymberly was showing him. Her thick, black-brown hair, unruly and cascading around her face and shoulders. Her dark brown, deep-set eyes. Her large, luscious breasts, tits peaking prominently through the red dress. Her well-defined tummy, obviously the result of many days in the gym. Most of all, the lush, luxurious lips of her pussy, peeled back for his view by the index and middle fingers of Kymberly's right hand, which had moved down from the hem of her dress. The inside of her pussy was on view, and it was pink and glistening with wetness in the light of the elevator.
They should have a name for that shade of pink, Chad thought. Pussy pink.
He had a nice cock, Kymberly thought. Not remarkably big, but maybe a little bigger than average, and she liked how thick and hard it looked as Chad stroked up and down on it. She didn't think it would take him long. But the elevator could start again at any moment, so she thought she'd do what she could to excite Chad further and to help him finish the job.
She began running fingers up and through and around the lips of her pussy. She spread them and mashed them and pushed them this way and that way with wet fingers.
With her other hand, she traced a circle lightly over her tummy.
"Cum here," she said. "Cum on my belly, right over my pussy."
Chad liked the thick fleshiness of her engorged pussy lips under her fingers, which moved them this way and that indiscriminately. He stepped closer to her. He knew it wouldn't take him long, and he wanted to make sure he came on her and not on the elevator floor.
Kymberly could see Chad getting close, and she felt, suddenly, that she might come again, too, despite having just finished a shattering orgasm minutes before. Her breathing sped up and her cheeks flushed and she started to pant again.
Chad couldn't take his eyes off the flesh of her pussy, mashed down and spread open by Kymberly's fingers.
Suddenly, Chad's back arched and he couldn't hold back. He stepped close to Kymberly and held his cock down, pointing directly at her open pussy. Cum shot out of his hard cock in fast, violent spurts. Kymberly looked with satisfaction at the thick streams of his cum frosting her thighs and tummy and spilling down between her legs into the raw, fleshy furrow of her sex. A few thick drops even landed right on the lips of her pussy. Kymberly's back arched against the elevator wall, and she came too, for the second time in the elevator in front of this man she barely knew.
She wanted to lie there, just lie there, and enjoy the afterglow of her orgasm and the sticky coating of Chad's cum. But she knew the elevator could start moving again at any minute. With her legs still apart and the dress still pulled up, she fished her phone of out her purse. She held it out with an unsteady hand to Chad.
"Take a photo of me," she said. "My husband will want to see this."
Chad took the phone with his left hand, his right hand being wet and sticky with his cum. That's some lucky husband, he thought.
He took a photo of Kymberly with her dress pulled up and ropes of his cum gleaming on the supple skin of her tummy and her thighs. The purple vibrator still lay on the floor between her lean, outstretched legs. The carpet between her legs was dark with the wetness that had poured out of her.
She held her hand out to reclaim the phone, and Chad gave it back to her. She looked at the photo and sent it to her husband. There was no mistaking the telltale translucent streams of another man's cum on her body.
"Amazing, baby," he texted her in a minute.
"You got that right," she texted back.
The phone pinged again.
"Have him put the vibrator back in you before you leave the elevator," Robert texted.
She wondered how far Robert wanted to push things. If Chad put the vibrator in her he almost certainly would touch her pussy. As crazy as it sounded, considering Chad's cum lay on her, that seemed like a boundary she didn't think she wanted to cross. She guessed Robert didn't want to cross it either, but that he wanted to push her as close to the boundary as he possibly could.
She scooped the purple vibrator off the floor and handed it to Chad.
"Can you put this back in me?" she asked sweetly.
He took it from her. It was sticky with her juices.
She stood up and pulled her dress up and spead her legs apart to make it easier for him.
The elevator groaned and lurched a bit. It seemed to be coming back to life.
"You better hurry," Kymberly said.
"I haven't done this before," he said with a sheepish smile.
"Just go with your gut," she said.
He held the vibrator and began pushing one end into her pussy. He pushed gingerly because her opening looked small for the size of the purple object, but it slipped in easily because of her wetness. Chad was fascinated to see it hold fast and clamp onto her clit and her opening. For just a second, one of his fingers holding the vibrator brushed against her exposed clitoris. But when the vibrator was fully in he pulled his hand away.
"You are such a gentleman," she said to Chad.
The elevator gave off a melodious tone and a sudden whoosh announced the opening of the elevator doors. Kymberly quickly smoothed her dress back into place. She gave Chad a quick kiss on the lips.
Before he could say anything or try to kiss her back, the doors opened. Three people stood waiting to enter, and Kymberly scampered past them fast, not looking them in the face. She hoped they wouldn't notice the sodden, sticky patch of carpet she had left behind on the elevator floor.
Chad got out too and looked after her.
"Would you like to stop by my room for a drink?" he asked.
Kymberly stopped and turned toward him.
"Sorry, I can't," she said. "Maybe another time."
She walked back to him as he stood there and the elevator doors closed on the threesome going down.
"That was nice," she said. "Just between us, right?"
"Of course," he said. "And . . . uh. . . your husband, of course."
"Of course," she said. "Good night, Chad."
As soon as she got to her room and closed the door behind her, Kymberly pulled off the red dress and the lace bra. She stood inside the door, naked except for high heels. Her body was damp and sticky with her sweat, her cum, and Chad's cum. Her room was dim, lit only by a single lamp at the side of her bed, turned on to a low setting.
The clock showed it was 10:30. Ordinarily, that wasn't late for Kymberly. But she was utterly and completely exhausted from the night's activities.
"Am back in my room," she texted Robert.
"No more games tonight, baby," she texted again. "I'm exhausted and need sleep."
"OK, baby," he texted. "Turn up the volume on your phone. I'm going to wake you early in the morning."
"Robert, what if I have plans for tomorrow?"
"You do have plans," Robert wrote. "My plans!"
"You are impossible," she texted.
"You wouldn't want me any other way," he texted back.
"Maybe," she texted. "I'm going to bed now, Robert. Good night."
"Good night, darling."
She put the phone down on the table next to her bed. Then she stood tall and statuesque, naked and in her heels, and she ran her hands down her body. Her body was sticky and still damp in places. Chad's cum, now mostly dry, lay over her taut belly and thighs in a thin, irregular crust. She should take a shower, she thought, but she was too tired from everything that had happened. She just wanted to crawl into bed. And she liked the feeling of being dirty. She wanted to take the feeling with her to bed.
She turned off the lamp next to the bed.
When the light went out, she noticed for the first time the glow of light coming from outside her hotel room window, which was wide open. The light came from the fourth-floor room in the building opposite hers. The light was dim and blue -- the glow from a television screen. At the window, she saw the tall silhouette of a man, standing and facing toward her room, hands up and on the edges of the window curtains. She couldn't see his face, but she knew he had been looking into her room. |
Subsets and Splits