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Sleeping Over

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Author’s Note: This is a mainstream rewrite of my incest story, Sleeping In.

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That gentle little knock at my bedroom door always made me smile. I watched the handle turn, and then waited for Scarlett to poke her head through.

It was a pretty regular occurrence whenever she spent the night over at our place. As much as I loved my little sister, she wasn’t a morning person, and her bubbly best friend would often leave her alone in her room to sleep in for a couple of hours while she hung out with me instead.

Scarlett had always had a crush on me, following me around like a lost puppy at every opportunity. I was flattered by the attention, especially as I got nothing like it from the twenty year old women my own age. And as she had blossomed through her teens, I have to admit, more than just my ego became aroused.

“Morning, Will,” she breathed. Her mop of chocolate brown hair splashed around her face, framing that adorable, hopeful smile. “Can I come in for a snuggle?”

“Of course you can, Sweetie,” I grinned, leaning up on one elbow.

Her smile beamed brighter, if that was possible. She slipped through the door, closing it gently behind her, and coming fully into view.

She wore a tight, white t-shirt, with a faded print of Marvin the Martian on the front, as she always did when she slept over with my little sister. Marvin’s face was distorted around her right breast, making him look like he was winking at me. The muzzle of his ray gun similarly flared on the stretched fabric on her left. And the bottom of her shirt had long since lost the battle of trying to reach her waist.

I had bought that t-shirt for her about five years earlier, when we had visited Movie World on a joint family holiday to the Gold Coast. At the time, it had been to wear in the regular rotation. But now that she was eighteen, Marvin was demoted to strictly sleepwear only.

And my god, he did a fantastic job.

Past her belly button, pale pink, cotton panties hugged the beautiful curve of her hips, and dipped down sweetly between her slender legs. I kept my eyes moving down though, so as to not let her catch me staring.

“Love the socks,” I smiled.

“I’m a little cold,” she pouted.

I smirked to myself, noticing that her nipples confirmed her story, as Scarlett padded across the carpet towards me. I lifted up the doona for her as she arrived at the side of the bed, and she slipped effortlessly under the covers. I loved that contented little sound she made when she was safely tucked in. Every time.

“Hey,” she whispered, her big, brown eyes twinkling.

“Hey,” I breathed back.

Then she rolled over on top of me, as she always did, wriggling into position for the best cuddle. She inevitably made a mess of it, with countless adjustments, as she squirmed and grunted, until she was comfortable.

“Morning, Will,” she finally announced.

“Good morning, ” I smiled up at her. “You all set there?”

Scarlett slithered on top of me to check. Her torso rolled one way with a twist of her shoulders, while her hips rolled the other. I could feel the softness of her breasts mashing against my bare chest, and the pressure of her pubic bone grinding against my hips as she swivelled back and forth.

“That’ll do for now,” she declared, still swaying ever so slightly.

She planted a soft kiss on my cheek, made another of her little noises, and then burrowed her head in next to mine. It always went like that, often with a pouty demand that I hold her tighter. That morning was no exception.

I found it hard not to lose myself, holding her tightly to me. I had one arm wrapped around the small of her back where Marvin had ridden up, trying to imprint the warmth of her smooth skin in my permanent memory. My other arm was higher, the crook of my elbow hooked in under her rib cage, and my hand pressed firmly into the taught muscles between her shoulder blades. Then I loosened my grip slightly to let my hands wander. I let my lower palm creep up, managing to keep it between Marvin and her flawless skin. My other hand caressed down to her side, savouring her curves as they flared into her hips.

“Hold me tighter, Will.” She then began another series of wiggles, which drove me crazy.

“I’m sorry,” I laughed, pressing my hands more firmly into the soft flesh near her hip.

“Tighter,” she moaned.

As I locked my arms around her, my left hand slid up under her shirt to the opposite side of her ribs. And my right slid across the waistband of her panties, enjoying the softness of the top of her ass, before locking my fingertips around her hip.

“That’s better.” She craned her head up and smiled at me. “That feels really nice.” Scarlett’s eyes welled slightly in response to my agreement, and she lowered her face and playfully rubbed her nose against mine.

More wiggling, smiles and delicate, little Eskimo kisses accompanied our early morning conversation about nothing in particular. It was our regular routine casino siteleri whenever she abandoned my sister to several more hours of sullen teenage slumber on a Sunday morning. And I loved it.

Something else that was becoming all too common was the arrival of her giggle.

“What?” I already knew, of course, but I loved to hear her say it.

She stared into my eyes, her own sparkling with triumphant discovery, “You have a boner, Will.”

“I know, Sweetie. I’m sorry.” While my apology was feigned, my cheeks flushed with genuine embarrassment.

“It’s okay, Will,” she smiled, continuing on with her story. She’d heard my explanation of it having a mind of its own a number of times before, and she happily accepted it.

One story led into another, and as her excitement over one particular description rose, her animated movement on top of me increased. The pressure of her soft stomach and pubic bone, as it ground into my aching cock, was an absolute distraction. When I did manage to concentrate, I found my hands all over Scarlett’s hips and the small of her back, flirting dangerously with the waistband of her panties.

I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

“What are you doing there, little wiggly worm?” I began to tickle her, digging my fingers into her ribs, in a hopeless attempt to relieve my tension.

Scarlett began to squeal, and tried desperately to tickle me back. But as she writhed around on top of me in fits of laughter, I was just getting more and more aroused.

“Hey, little squirmy squid.” More tickles and more laughter. “Little bumpy bunny,” I went on.

The wrestling tickle fight continued, and Scarlett slid down my body to evade a set of my busy fingers. As she climbed back up towards the head of the bed, her breasts pressed heavily into my raging cock. She kept sliding up, rubbing against the erection in my boxers as she went.

I caught her hands as they lunged for my underarms. “I got you, my sexy, little snake.”

Scarlett froze.

I have to admit, I held my own breath as I realised what I’d said.

Scarlett was my little sister’s best friend. Sweet, innocent, little Scarlett. I had always looked out for her like an older brother, and she’d always looked up to me in kind. The last think I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable around me.

With my hard cock pressed into her soft belly, Scarlett’s eyes were saucers as she glared into my own terrified eyes.

The silence was excruciating.

I couldn’t hold my breath any longer. “I…um…I’m sorry, Scarlett. I didn’t mean…”

“You think I’m sexy,” she whispered, her breath shaking. I wasn’t sure if it was a question or not. Either way, I couldn’t answer.

My heartbeat thundered in my ears. My whole face was burning. The weight of her on top of me was crippling. And the only sound I could hear was Scarlett’s shaky breath.

And my cock pressing against her pelvis just ached to fuck her.

“Are you horny because of me, Will?”

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t make any sound come out. The thought that she would be threatened by me and the realisation that Scarlett would probably never snuggle into my bed again was breaking my heart. We had enjoyed such a close, affectionate relationship for as long as I could remember. I’d been so careful to make sure she always felt safe with me. But with the knowledge I was sexually attracted to her, I feared she would surely pull away.

“It’s okay, Will,” she whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. “You make me really horny too.”

My entire body flushed with an intense warmth. It was the same feeling I had when I saw my first porno. The same feeling the first time a girl invited me up to her dorm room at university.

The ultimate sexual discovery.

Scarlett bit her bottom lip, as she stared into my eyes. I was conscious of her breath becoming heavier. I reached up and brushed the loose strands of hair behind her ear. I smiled as gently as I could, “I love you, Scarlett.”

Scarlett let her bottom lip go and smiled. As she leaned down to kiss me, she closed her eyes slowly. Our lips met tenderly, then softly pressed together until my top lip and her bottom forced our mouths open. We both sucked gently at each other’s lips as she pulled back slightly. Without breaking contact, Scarlett pressed her lips back against mine to repeat the kiss again. And again.

She pulled away and I opened my eyes. It took me a second to focus through the tears that welled. Her face was light; her eyes, blazing; and her smile, radiant.

She bit her bottom lip again briefly. “I love you so much, Will.”

We kissed again, just as we had before, suckling on each other’s lips and losing ourselves in the taste. I caressed the smooth skin under her shirt, feeling every delicate contour of her back. Her fingers running through my hair sent little, electric chills through my body, which contrasted so perfectly with the warm crush of Scarlett’s groin grinding against my cock.

I slot oyna wanted so desperately to get my hands into her soft, shoulder-length hair.

Scarlett moaned gently into my mouth as we kissed. It sounded so wonderful against the wet, slurping noise of our lips. She was having trouble swallowing her saliva, and our kissing became so delightfully wet as I gulped her down.

I was the first to flick my tongue along her lip as I sucked it into my mouth. It elicited a moan and half a giggle from Scarlett. Then she started licking my lips, before pulling away to catch her breath.

“Are you all right?” I got my hand out from the back of her shirt and stroked her face.

“Uh-huh,” she half moaned, half breathed.

With my hands on either side of her face, I pulled her back down to me and we started kissing more passionately.

I lost all sense of time as I kissed her. The only thing I knew for sure was that we were both getting carried away. Our breathing was heavier, and Scarlett’s whimpering moans were becoming more intense.

I kissed her along her cheek and jawline to her ear, and then sucked her earlobe into my mouth. I told her again how much I loved her and how special she was in desperate whispers.

She pulled away and sat up on me, her panty-clad pussy grinding against my cock. Her arms crossed over her stomach, and then she pulled them up above her head, peeling Marvin up with them, then throwing him onto the floor.

I was in awe, gazing up at her perfect breasts. They were spectacularly round, somehow defying gravity. Her delicious little nipples stood proudly at attention at the centre of her dark pink areolas.

“You like them, Will?” she pleaded, desperately seeking my reassurance.

I sat up, reaching out and groaning like a zombie, incapable of coherent speech. Scarlett giggled as I cupped her breasts, seemingly moulded for my hands. I squeezed the soft flesh, and rubbed my thumbs across her nipples.

She clumsily held my head to her chest, but I was stranded between her nubile breasts, unable to get my mouth around either of her taunting nipples. I looked up, begging her to grant me access.

Another giggle, and a long, moaning kiss, and she rolled off me, laying back on the bed. Her chocolate curls fanned out on the pillow as she looked up at me, smiling.

Scarlett rubbed her palms back and forth on the outside of her breasts, causing the soft globes to jiggle hypnotically. She seductively rubbed one leg against the other, bending her knee and accentuating the curve of her hip.

I threw the covers off the bed and crawled over her. Straddling her thighs and holding my weight off her body, I kissed her deeply.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I panted.

“Yeah, I am. I really want this, Will,” she replied, her breath shaking.

My hands led the way as I kissed down her body from her mouth. Her skin was so smooth and tight. And her smell was so incredibly intoxicating. It was the perfect blend of the fresh, earthiness of her skin, and the remnants of yesterday’s perfume.

The terrain softened magically as I kissed my way up the top of her right breast. I wanted to take my time, and tease her delicately, but I just couldn’t help myself. When I arrived at the summit, I greedily sucked her proud nipple into my mouth. I pulled back, sucking at her nipple as I went, before gorging myself on her soft flesh again and again.

Her whimpering moans, twitches and fingers roughly brushing through my hair spurred me on. I kissed across her chest to her other neglected prize, and repeated my feast.

This time, however, I managed to regain some composure. I circled my tongue around her areola, spiralling in towards the centre. I suckled gently at her nipple, before tenderly holding it between my teeth. I nibbled at her, causing her to take in sharp breaths every time I bit down. Then, clamped tightly, I flicked the end of her nipple quickly with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh, Will, yes,” she moaned.

I don’t know how much more time I spent worshiping at Scarlett’s heavenly breasts, but my wrists were in agony from holding myself above her.

Her legs were still together, infuriatingly sliding against each other. I lay down beside her, pressing my side to her warm, slender limb, taking the weight off my arms. From cupping her breasts, I trailed my fingertips down her stomach, doing slow, gentle laps of her navel, until my kisses caught up. As I caressed her, my hands felt the taut muscles beneath her skin. But as my kisses followed, my lips and tongue only found the softest pale flesh.

I got another giggle out of Scarlett by dipping my tongue into her belly button. I loved the sound of her laugh, especially when it was me causing it. Then, as I planted a soft kiss just below her navel, I blew a giant raspberry on her stomach.

We both burst out laughing. It was a great way to relieve the rising tension of my journey. But I quickly resumed my trail of slow, tender kisses before the mood, and quite canlı casino siteleri frankly, my nerve, was lost.

Those precious, pink panties were my next destination, and my kisses galloped across the finish line of her waistband until I was pressing my lips into her gorgeous mound. I could feel her spongy pubic hair beneath the thin, pink cotton, and I was in heaven. I inhaled her scent deeply as I went, clawing feverishly at her rounded hips.

Still, Scarlett kept her legs together.

I sat back on my knees and looked into her eyes. . She smiled at me, nibbling on her index finger and cupping her own breast with her other hand.

The image of Scarlett laying there on my bed was so incredibly erotic. Her creamy skin contrasted so beautifully with the coffee coloured sheets in the muted light spilling through the drawn blinds of my bedroom.

And those lovely little panties beckoned.

I reached down and hooked my fingertips into the fragile waistband at her hips. Her supple skin trembled beneath with my touch. And I paused.

I gazed into her eyes once more, desperately seeking her reassurance.

Scarlett nodded, still suckling at her finger. Her smile was replaced with sensual anticipation, and there was nothing stopping me now.

I pulled at that wonderful cotton garment, that did so much with so very little. The elastic stretched around the curve of her hips, snagging on the friction of her ass against the sheets. Then the muscles in her stomach and thighs tightened as she arched her pelvis up towards me, allowing me to pull her panties down over her ass.

The pale pink triangle in front of me slowly collapsed, revealing the dark curls of her neatly trimmed bush. More and more of Scarlett’s cute little landing strip appeared from behind her retreating underwear.

My adoration was indescribable. My eyes welled. My face flushed. My breathing all but stopped. I felt dizzy.

My hands continued to drag her panties down her thighs, almost on their own. And I kept logging every tactile sensation of her beautifully smooth skin as I went. Scarlett lifted her knees up together to help me remove her precious underwear. Finally, after a brief caress of her soft calves, I had her panties past her cute, cotton socks and in my hands.

I sniffed at the soaked fabric in the crotch, inhaling the sweet muskiness like my life depended on it. Then I tossed her panties onto my pillow, beside Scarlett’s giggling face.

I placed my hands on Scarlett’s knees, still raised and together, obscuring my view of her most precious gift. Then slowly, with as much restraint and tenderness as I could muster, I parted her thighs.

“Oh my god!” I gasped.

Her parting thighs revealed the prettiest pink pussy I’ve ever seen. Her gorgeous labia was in full bloom, the lips glistening with her excitement.

I melted to the sheets, burying my face between her legs and feverishly lapping at her sopping cunt. I was a man possessed, hungrily sucking at her engorged lips and messily eating her with lusty abandon. With my eyes closed and able to hear nothing but my own wild slurping, I was only conscious of the feeling of her wet folds against my lips and tongue. Even the taste and smell was somehow imperceptible, but at the same time, so incredibly intoxicating.

Seconds later, Scarlett’s fingers slipped down over her pussy in front of my face, and I was jolted from my trance. I looked up, past her heaving body.

“Oh, Will,” she panted uncontrollably. “I’m sorry. I can’t. It’s too sensitive.”

“Really? I only just got started,” I pleaded.

“Huh?” Scarlett’s eyes were wide, “Will, you’ve been eating me for over half an hour.”

I couldn’t believe it. Scarlett thought it was hilarious, even holding up the alarm clock on my bedside table to show me how long I’d been licking her delicious pussy. I’d completely lost myself in her sex. Although my feeble brain had cruelly denied me the pleasurable memory of eating her cunt, Scarlett had held up three fingers, with her thumb holding her pinkie across her palm, in response to me asking her if she’d come.

She bit her bottom lip again and reached for me between her legs. With her hands on the sides of my face, she pulled me up to her own and kissed me passionately.

“Make love to me, Will. I want to feel you inside me.”

I kissed her deeply again and clumsily thrust my cock at her pussy.

“Oh Will. You need to take these off first,” she giggled, pulling at my boxer shorts.

Stranded above her, between her nubile thighs, I looked down to see my cock tenting my maroon boxers, with a slimy patch of pre-come at the apex. I frantically wrenched them off, my rigid member flicking around wildly as I kicked the damn things off my legs.

I felt the head of my cock brush her furry landing strip as I settled back on top of Scarlett, resting on my elbows. She ran her fingers through my hair and stared into my eyes , as she again pleaded with me to make love to her.

I was used to women guiding me into their pussies when we had sex, but Scarlett kept both her hands in my hair. I was going to have to do this one myself. I actually had a brief moment of panic that I might not know where to put it.

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Skylar and Rose Ch. 01: The Beginning

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Both starting their second year at a large university in New Orleans, Skylar and Rose had met when they had been paired as dorm mates their first day on campus the previous year. They were both from small towns, both an only child, and both had left home and come to school with a small-town naivety regarding a city like The Big Easy. They had both been relieved to be paired with a roommate of similar background and became fast friends. This friendship had only gotten stronger through their time as roommates. They had kept in touch over the summer break and were excited to be reacquainted this year.

Skylar was tall, 5’8″, and slender with an ample bosom and a butt that begged for a stare. She had shoulder-length, black, wavy hair that she usually kept pulled back. Her skin was a natural olive tone, but she remained very dark year round because she spent as much time as she could outdoors. She had always been athletically gifted, had been the top member on her high school’s cross country team, and had finished 2nd in the state of Georgia each of her last 2 years. She had made the choice not to participate in competitive sports at the university because she was fiercely dedicated to her studies. She had worked with devotion to be accepted to this university and she had no intention of blowing it. She was pre-law and wanted nothing more than to become a defender of the constitution. Of course, she still ran at least 3 miles every day, in the morning, before classes began.

Rose was not tall like Skylar. At only 5′, she was actually rather short, but one wouldn’t call her petite. She had a muscular physique, nothing resembling a body builder, and certainly not unfeminine. She had grown up tending to various jobs on her grandfather’s farm in Arkansas. Not only was she an only child, but she was also the only female among her cousins who also worked on the farm. Her diminutive stature invited them to poke fun at her and question her ability when she first started her work on the farm. But she had a competitive fire inside her and began using her father’s workout equipment at age 11. She pushed herself to be strong and she worked very hard at every job on the farm.

By the time she was 15, she was no longer looked upon as a girl who worked on the farm, but as a valuable member of the operation who just happened to be a girl. It was all this physical labor, along with her voracious appetite for strength training, that gave her the toned, muscular, nearly sculpted body she had now. Her breasts, though not large, were perfectly proportioned and her back side was firm and well-shapen. She had sandy blonde hair that she kept above her shoulders and sapphire-blue eyes which could be hard as steel or soft as a clear autumn sky. There was more to her than her physical attributes, however. She was also brilliant, not just smart, but a special kind of brilliant. She finished at the top of her class and was attending the university on a full scholarship. Not surprisingly, she was gong to be a veterinarian. She had tested out of most of her freshman classes and would likely be considered a senior by the end of this school year.

Aside from both being from small towns, and completely unaccustomed to the life in a city casino siteleri like New Orleans, the girls’ friendship had grown because of their similarities. Both were athletic, dedicated to their schooling, and both were pretty much homebodies. Both were well-known in their home towns, popular if you will, but both kept too busy for a really active social life. That trait had carried over into college and they spent a lot of time together in their dorm. When they went out, it was usually together, and it consisted of coffee shops or dinner, sometimes to events in the student union, but never really the bar scene that so many college students preferred. There was a rather upscale wine loft just off campus where they would spend some Friday nights socializing But they rarely stayed late and never got wasted. They were, of course, hit on and propositioned by boys they knew from school, and even some men who frequented the loft, professional types who prided themselves on impressing the college girls with their stable lives and smooth, confident persona. Skylar and Rose were never that impressed with these men because they could see through their facade. They were also completely uninterested in the college boys because they were not in the least bit intellectually stimulating. Neither of them had hooked with a single guy while at school.

Now, neither Skylar nor Rose were virgins. Both had had a high school sweetheart, and other partners.

For Skylar, her high school love had been a fellow member of the cross country team. Terry had been tall, 6’3″, very fit, very attractive, and a star on the track, like her. He was her first love and her first sexual partner. In fact, they had been each others first. She could still feel the passion they had when they were together the first time. They were at a New Year’s Eve party at a classmate’s house, and his parents had gone out of town. It was a typical high school party, music, whatever alcohol they could acquire, and no adult supervision. Skylar and Terry had been dating about a month and already felt like they were in love. They had gotten pretty hot and heavy a couple of times already. She had felt his finger inside her, and loved it. She had stroked his hard dick and, even though she hid it well, couldn’t wait to get it inside her.

As the party progressed through the night, they became fairly tipsy and slipped, unnoticed, into the host’s parent’s bedroom. It was almost fantasy-like. The bed was a king-sized, pillow-top, four-post bed. They had already been kissing and petting in the living room, so they were both in the right condition to make this the night. They fell onto the bed, kissing deeply, and were already removing each others shirts. He removed her bra and clumsily began to kiss her breasts. They were both shaking because they knew this was it. As her removed her pants, he gingerly kissed at the top of her pubic hair. He touched her pussy and was amazed at how wet she was. She really was as excited as he about what was about to happen. He had her completely naked and he wanted to be as well. It felt like an eternity when he started to remove is pants.

His nervous hands fumbling with his belt, then with his button and zipper. He felt awkward, slot oyna more like he thought he looked goofy, trying to remove his pants, but he really didn’t. As he already knew, his dick was as hard as it could be without rupturing. He was hesitant to start. Did she want oral sex? He wanted to do it, but had never done it, so he didn’t want to turn her off if he was not good. He lay with his pelvis between her thighs and looked into her eyes. He could see the desire. He kissed her as he pushed into her. Her back arched and she let out a lustful sigh that was at the same time one of pain and pleasure. He began to thrust slowly, in and out, and she softly moaned. As they continued to move their bodies in total synchronization, they both, whispered, “I love you.” All the passion, all the power of the moment, he couldn’t take it anymore. Just before it was too late, he pulled out and his first shot went all the way to her chin, the second and third to her breasts, the rest covered her stomach. She hadn’t reached orgasm, but she was not disappointed. She was as happy as she had ever been.

They dated for just over a year after that and the sex got amazing. She started to have orgasms. He began to give her oral sex, and got really good at it. She began to swallow his loads. They even had anal sex a few times, when her mood was right.

But, boys will be boys and Terry cheated numerous times, leading to the breakup. Skylar was devastated after having heart torn apart and for a while became quite promiscuous; sleeping with 13 guys in just about 4 months. It was her acceptance letter to the university that snapped her out of it, and she got focused.

Rose’s sexual history had taken a different path. She did not lose her virginity to her first love, but rather to a known bad boy named Stan. He was an experienced, smooth-talking, senior who set his sights on her. She was only a freshman at the time, and even though she wasn’t a socialite, everybody knew her, and they knew she spent most of her time working on her grandfather’s farm. He knew that he could charm this young, naive farm girl and he chose his timing well. There was to be a bonfire party in a field, in a neighboring farm to her grandfather’s, the coming weekend. He began chatting her up that week. She was completely smitten with him after only a couple days. When he asked her to the party, she couldn’t have forced the word no out of her mouth if she had wanted to. But she didn’t want to say no, she wanted to go, with him. That Friday at school, he told her how beautiful she was and that he couldn’t wait to see her at the part that night. She blushed. And seeing this, he tenderly kissed her lips. She immediately became aroused and could feel her pussy become wet. It frightened her a little because she didn’t know if she was ready, but Stan’s charm was enough to overcome any slight fear she might have had.

The bonfire got started around dusk and Rose arrived shortly thereafter, wearing her tightest jeans and a tight, long-sleeve, spandex shirt that showed of her already very fit body. She was eager to see Stan but he wasn’t there yet. Some of his friends were though, and welcomed her with a drink, a fruity concoction, made with a couple different liquors, canlı casino siteleri known as “hunch punch”. She took a sip and it tasted good. She settled by the fire and listened to the music from one of the truck of one of the boys there.

About the time she finished her drink,Stan came up behind her, very lightly kissed her neck, and said hey sexy. She blushed again, and again felt her arousal. Stan went to get them both a drink and came back. He told her how glad he was that she had come. He sat very close to her with a hand always touching her. After about an hour or so, he made his move. He turned her face to his and kissed her. Not the gentle kiss earlier at school, but a real kiss. She opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. She liked it and followed his lead. After this kiss, he asked if she would be ok with being alone. Oh yes, she was

They left the bonfire and went to her grandfather’s barn They began kissing and she could feel her panties becoming soaked as her pussy gushed from her arousal. He was relentless, yet gentle and not forceful. It didn’t matter what he was, though, she was ready. He didn’t even have to make the first move to take her shirt and bra off because she had it off in an instant. It was the same with her pants. He touched her pussy with skill and made her quiver. She could feel the bulge in his pants and she wanted his pants off. She took care of that quickly as well. She didn’t want foreplay, she wanted his dick in her. He was very well endowed and she was a virgin. When he penetrated her, she screamed and tears filled her eyes. He did not remove himself, but pressed on, inward, deeper. As he withdrew the first time, she felt some relief, but he thrust again, harder this time, and she yelped. He continued his motions slowly until he could tell that the worst of her pain was past.

Then he began to show her why he had the reputation he had. Though it still hurt as his large cock moved in and out, the pleasure quickly surpassed the pain. Rose had never even masturbated before so the orgasm that gripped her was unlike anything she could have imagined. She moaned, and screamed, and, gripped his back so tightly that if she had had nails, she would have surely scarred him for life. When the time came for him to finish, he pulled out and moved up toward her breasts. She could see the blood on his dick from where he had destroyed her hymen. He blew his load all over her face and breasts. She was glad she had worn black panties so she could clean the blood from her aching vagina and it would not show through her jeans. They went back to the bonfire and drank a little more before she went home.

After that night, they had sex a few more times and he introduced her to oral sex and other positions, but she never gave in to anal sex. He was just too big for her to try it. As boys like him usually do, Stan, after his conquest, lost interest pretty quickly and that was that. Rose wasn’t heartbroken because she never expected it to turn into anything. She had sex with 6 more boys before meeting Will, her high school love. They dated until graduation but didn’t pretend to believe that they could stay together while at different universities. She still hadn’t had sex as good as Stan.

Skylar and Rose had shared these stories with each other during their first year at the university, and had bonded over them. As their second year began, they wondered if they would make new stories to tell each other.

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Polyamory Ch. 01

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Note to reader:

This is part one of a two part story. I’ve placed part one in the Lesbian section as the major ‘action’ of this part occurs between two women. Part two will go into the group sex category in a week or so as it will involve the same two woman with the addition of a man. Either story can be read as a stand alone, so if your taste precludes one or the other scenario, please feel free to skip the one that you’re not into.

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It was an unconventional offer to say the least, but then again, this relationship had been unconventional from the start, Billie mused. Hell, when you’re a twenty eight year old dyke, it’s not like you’re going to get many CONVENTIONAL offers, she thought wryly, smiling to herself.

She did her best thinking at the beach. She sat, watching the rollers come in across Massachusetts Bay; breaking over the sand bars and reviewed her situation.

She loved Michelle. That was indisputable. Michelle was married to Sean. Billie liked Sean, he was a nice guy. If she were wired that way, Sean was the kind of guy she would have gone for. Michelle loved Sean, Michelle had been very clear on that fact, but Michelle said she loved Billie too.

Triangle.

It’s not like she hadn’t known Michelle was married. Sitting in the crowded coffee shop, reading the Phoenix she had looked to see the pretty blond woman holding a latte smiling at her.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” she had indicated the empty chair across the small, round table from Billie. “It’s the only seat open in the place and my feet are killing me.”

“Sure, help yourself,” Billie had gestured and the woman sat down.

Reflexively, Billie had checked out her left hand. Big rock with a matching diamond studded wedding band as well. Figures, she had thought.

“I’m Michelle,” the woman had said.

“Billie,” she replied.

Michelle put out her hand and Billie shook. She had a firm, dry grip.

They got to talking. Michelle was, of course, married. About the same age as Billie, no kids, did HR for a Plymouth based Tech Company. Did the trek down Cape and over the bridge then back everyday so they could live in Turo. Husband, Sean, was an accountant. Had a picture of him. Didn’t look like an accountant. Cute, dark blond hair, slim build, nice smile. For that matter, Michelle had dark blond hair, a slim build and a nice smile too. Billie sighed. She seemed destined to run into straight blonds.

“Are you married,” Michelle had asked.

“I’m lesbian,” Billie had replied, defensively and in-you-face at the same time.

“Well, then do you have a life-partner?” Michelle retorted, not missing a beat.

Billie had appraised her for a moment before answering, detected nothing but sincerity and said, “No, but I haven’t given up,” smiling for the first time during the conversation.

Things had gone up from there. The two women had exchanged phone numbers and made plans for a luncheon date. Lunch led to shopping, which led to movies, which led to an invitation to Michelle’s place for dinner. There she had met Sean. Billie had nothing at all against men. Some of her best friends thought they were guys. Seriously though, she just didn’t find them sexually attractive. She had tried. She had dated men, even had sex with a few. While she hadn’t hated it, she preferred women. She wasn’t repulsed by men, didn’t have any secret trauma in her past that turned her off to guys. They just didn’t do it for her the way another woman did.

She had felt a little out of place when she first arrived at their house. Sean and Michelle were outwardly rather bourgeoisie with their trendy, department store clothing and their suntans. Billie was a bit more bohemian. An artist, with her short, black hair and pale skin, James Dean white tee shirts and jeans or thrift-store sundresses. Shabby chic. Appearances can deceive. Their home was tastefully furnished with some nice pieces from local artists, not the sterile plasticity she had expected.

“That’s one of mine,” she had exclaimed, pointing to a beachscape on the wall.

Dinner was superb, cooked by Sean. Again, defying preconceptions of what an accountant should be like.

They became friends, doing things as a group or separately. Billie spent a lot of time with Michelle seeing movies and going antiquing. She spent a bit of time with Sean too. They both had a passion for the Red Sox (Michelle was bored by baseball) and got into the habit casino oyna of watching the games together, even taking in a few at Fenway when Sean could score seats from a client. When they were unable to watch a game together, one would call the other on the phone and they would dissect it well into the night.

Everything changed one night when Sean was away on business.

Michelle had invited Billie over for pizza and to watch a video. It was November and late fall on the Cape can be a raw time of year. They were bundled up on the couch, sitting by a fire under a big fleece when it happened.

Michelle casually leaned over and kissed Billie on the mouth. Stunned, Billie pulled back.

“Michelle, what are you doing?” she asked.

“I want you,” Michelle replied, matter-of-factly, leaning in and kissing her again.

Shocked, surprised and acting on instinct, Billie kissed back, putting her hand on Michelle’s cheek, feeling herself melt from her friend’s soft lips. Knowing she would hate herself tomorrow, Billie pulled away.

“Michelle, I can’t do this. I like Sean and won’t do this to him,” she said, tears welling in he eyes.

The blond smiled as if to say ‘I’ve got a secret.’

“Sean knows,” Michelle giggled. “I told him I was going to seduce you tonight.”

“You…told him…” Billie stammered, confused. “What did he say?”

“Have fun and it’s about time,” Michelle laughed.

“He’s OK with this?” Billie asked.

Seeing Billie’s confusion, Michelle got serious. “Honey look, I told him I’d become very attracted to you, as more then just a friend and I wanted to see if you felt the same way. He understood and gave me his blessing.”

“Do you do this kind of thing often? Why didn’t you tell me this before!” Billie asked, pulling away. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this. “What am I, a, a toy? An interlude? Has our whole friendship been a, a seduction?” I will NOT cry! She admonished herself.

“Baby! Baby, no!” Michelle insisted, pulling Billie around to look at her. “Look at me,” she commanded. When she was sure she had the girl’s attention, she went on. “Have I done this before? Not since I’ve been married, but I did have a girlfriend when Sean and I started dating. I told you about that. Well, they knew about each other. Sean was OK with it, she wasn’t. She got possessive and we broke up. When I met you, I wanted a friend; I wasn’t looking for a pick-up. Now I want more. I hoped you would too.”

“What about Sean?” Billie asked.

“I love Sean, I still do. I think I’m falling in love with you too. I told him that. He said he didn’t blame me, you’re quite loveable. Billie, I won’t ever leave him, I love him. But, I want you too. He’s OK with that, are you?”

Billie couldn’t help it, the tears had come. She knuckled one away, “I don’t know. That doesn’t seem very fair to me.”

“I know it’s not,” Michelle replied. “I’m a selfish bitch, but I want you as a friend and a lover. Do you want me?”

“Yes,” Billie replied in a small voice.

Michelle smiled and pulled her sweater off over her head, throwing her long blond hair into disarray. She was braless beneath, her skin still showing faint lines from her summer tan. Small, firm breasts outlined in white, capped with pale pink tips. They darkened, crinkling hard in the cold air. Billie felt her breath catch in her throat.

Michelle leaned in and kissed the tears from Billie’s face, tasting the salty, wet sadness, gathering the girl into her arms, comforting her. Their mouths met, opened. No hesitation now, tongues touching, fencing, exquisitely soft, exquisitely hot. Billie’s hand cupped Michelle’s breast, Michelle moaned into the other girl’s mouth as Billie’s thumb teased her rock-hard nipple.

The girls burrowed under the fleece, fleeing the cold air for the heat of their bodies. Michelle tugged up Billie’s sweatshirt.

“I want to feel you against me,” she hissed into the girl’s ear.

Billie quickly shucked off her top. Her bra followed. Michelle reached out and laid her finger tips against Billie’s light brown nipples, surprisingly dark against the pale, pale skin of her tiny breasts. Although she was twenty eight, Billie had the slim figure of an adolescent. Billie shivered.

“Are you cold?” Michelle asked.

“No,” Billie replied, pulling the other girl close. Their breasts pressed warmly together, hot softness in the cold night air. Billie fumbled at the waist of Michelle’s slot oyna jeans.

“Oh God, I want you,” she whispered, finally getting the button undone, forcing the tight denim over Michelle’s hips, pushing them down with her panties, searching for her, finding the tangle of coarse hair, the tip of her soft cleft, the moist heat beneath.

“Ohhh,” Michelle sighed, as the girl found her. “Oh yesss,” She undid Billie’s jeans, looking into each other’s eyes, smiling softly, Billie lifting her hips up, letting Michelle push her jeans and panties down. Michelle finding her, touching Billie as Billie touched her. Breathing quickening, heat growing.

“Come here,” Billie commanded, pulling Michelle close. Billie snaked her knee between Michelle’s, working her thigh upwards until she felt the slick heat of the girl’s cunt against her leg. She rolled half on top of her, rocking against the other girl.

Michelle moaned again and worked her own thigh between Billie’s legs, finding the other girl’s sex, feeling her juices, slippery hot against her own skin. They ground into each other, kissing deeply, Michelle playing with the other girls hard button nipples. Billie thrust her hands into Michelle’s hair, pulling the girl’s head back roughly, grazing her neck with her teeth, licking a wet trail across her collarbone, kissing the soft hollow of her throat.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm, Oh!” Michelle gasped and Billie could feel Michelle’s sex spasm against her leg, feel the gush of moisture as she came.

“Ohh, you’re an easy cum,” Billie whispered into Michelle’s ear. “I’m going to wear you out tonight!”

“Oh God, yes, wear me out!” Michelle giggled. “Mmm, bite my neck again.”

Billie laughed and grabbed the other girl’s wrists, pinning them over her head bending to graze her teeth against Michelle’s neck once more.

“You like it when I bite you?” she purred.

“Yes,” Michelle whispered, closing her eyes.

Billie gently bit the other girl’s neck, her collar bone. She licked a trail across Michelle’s chest, across her left breast, capturing the hard pink nipple between her teeth. She bit down, gently then a bit more firmly.

“Ooooo,” Michelle groaned.

Billie slid her right hand down Michelle’s body, across the smooth, taught belly to the sweet juncture between her thighs. Michelle opened her legs wide, kicking her ankles free from her crumpled jeans. Billie’s finger explored her softness as she alternately suckled and nibbled her breast. Michelle felt the heat build again as Billie’s finger circled her clit and pushed her sex against Billie’s hand. Billie slipped a finger into Michelle’s warm, wet tunnel, then another. She hooked them upwards to stroke the roof of her canal, circling Michelle’s hard nubbin of a clit with her thumb.

“Oh my God,” Michelle hissed, “Oh that feels so good.”

Billie smiled against Michelle’s breast and slipped a third finger into the other girl’s cunt, feeling her passage strain against the intrusion.

“Oh Godddddddd!” Michelle groaned as her body tensed. Billie felt the other girl’s sex squeeze her fingers, almost forcing them out as her orgasm broke. Michelle wrapped her legs together, pinning Billie’s hand against her, grinding into it as she came. Billie let her ride it, helping her along, trying to keep it going for as long as it would last. Eventually, Michelle’s legs relaxed, freeing Billie’s hand. Michelle gently pushed the other girl away.

“Baby, that was wonderful,” she smiled, kissing Billie tenderly. “Now it’s my turn.”

Michelle leaned over Billie, rolling the other girl onto her back. She traced a finger over Billie’s smooth skin, encircling her nipple, watching the little brown bud crinkle and harden. Billie’s breathing deepened. Michelle climbed over her, propping herself up on hands placed to either side of Billie’s shoulders. She used her foot to push Billie’s jeans the rest of the way down to her ankles. Billie stepped out of them. She eyed Billie’s naked frame hungrily.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered to the other girl.

Billie closed her eyes, “No I’m not,” she answered.

“Look at me,” Michelle commanded. Billie opened her eyes. “You’re beautiful,” she repeated, and in that moment, Billie believed her.

Michelle reached down and kissed her. The only thing touching was their lips and then their tongues. Michelle kissed her again, lower. Exploring Billie’s neck with her mouth, her breasts, barely noticeable mounds canlı casino siteleri of softness, stretched taught by her laying on her back. The hard nipples, the smooth skin of her stomach; she flicked the silver belly ring with her tongue as she passed. She scrunched down, lower, between Billie’s open thighs, running her tongue through the mass of black curls to the slick softness below.

Michelle pushed Billie’s legs open wider and teased the small inner lips of her sex open with her tongue. Billie sighed as Michelle spread them wide, cleaving them with the tip of her tongue, circling the small hood at their apex. Michelle played with the lips, flicking them gently from side to side, up and around, spreading them open and then closed again. Michelle’s talented tongue played her, Billie’s hips moving in time to the other girl’s rhythm, tempo rising until Billie’s soft cries broke the silent dance.

“Ooo, ooo, unnn,” she mewed, “Ooo, ooo.”

Billie’s movements became erratic, her ass coming off the sofa, her cries louder until she broke with a loud groan,

“Ohhhhhhhh!” she cried bucking her hips, cumming hard.

Michelle followed her, not letting go, tonguing the girl, bringing her higher, harder until Billie, unable to take anymore, pusher her head away, whispering, “Stop, enough, stop!”

Michelle climbed up the other girl, putting her arms around her, kissing her deeply, mouth wet with Billie’s love.

They held each other, whispering endearments. Eventually they retired to Michelle and Sean’s big iron bed. Billie had some qualms about that, but Michelle didn’t give her a chance to dwell on it for long. They made love throughout the night, finally falling into an exhausted slumber shortly before dawn.

Billie awoke to the smell of coffee. She opened her eyes to see Sean sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling. He held out a mug to her.

“Milk, no sugar, right?” he asked.

Billie’s eyes grew wide, she wanted to run, hide. She heard Michelle say from next to her, “Hey, where’s mine”

“Right here,” he answered, handing another mug across Billie to Michelle. Michelle sat up in the bed, naked. The scent of sex hung heavy in the room. There was no hiding what had gone on the night before. Billie held the covers tight to her neck.

“Sean, I…” she stammered.

Sean bent and kissed her on the forehead, pressing the coffee into her hands.

“Shhh!” he said, “Throw a robe on and come downstairs, I’ve made breakfast, although it really should be lunch. Sleepyheads.”

He leaned over Billie, kissed Michelle and left, closing the door behind him.

Billie felt tears fighting to come.

“Michelle, this is what I DIDN’T want,” she sobbed. “I told you, I LIKE Sean, he’s one of my best friends! Dammit, I almost like him as much as I like you!”

Michelle hugged her, careful not to spill the hot coffee. “Relax baby,” she crooned. “It’s OK, I promise. I told you Sean knew. Did he seem mad? No. I told you, it’s OK. Everything will be fine.”

Billie just held her for a few moments, composing herself. She noticed the smell of French toast, redolent with cinnamon. She realized she was famished.

“Well, I don’t know about you baby, but I’VE worked up an appetite,” Michelle said archly.

Michelle lent Billie her robe and put a big, flannel nightshirt on herself. Taking Billie’s hand, Michelle led her downstairs to breakfast.

Try as she might, Michelle and Sean wouldn’t let Billie feel awkward for long. Other then the fact that Billie was all too conscious she was naked under her borrowed robe, it could have been no different from any of a dozen other times they had dined together. After they had finished, Sean cleared the table and Michelle dropped the bomb.

“Billie, I think I love you,” she said.

Billie gaped. Her resolve crumbled and she began to cry.

“Do you love me?” Michelle asked.

“Yes,” the girl sobbed.

‘Then move in with us.”

“What?” Billie asked, shocked out of her tears.

“Move in with us, with Sean and me,” Michelle repeated.

Sean appeared in the doorway. “Please Billie,” he added. “We both want this.”

“I…I don’t know,” Billie sobbed, overwhelmed, numb.

The three held each other. No one spoke. Eventually, Billie pulled away.

“I, I need to think about this,” she told them.

She went upstairs, dressed. The both kissed her, held her. It was the first time she had kissed Sean on the mouth she realized afterwards. It had seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do.

She went to her spot. Her beach, watching the tide. She needed to think. It was, after all, a very unconventional offer.

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Chapter 2: Hunger

The knock on the door eventually woke Laura up. Really, the knock had become more of a banging. Laura opened her eyes and was struck with how sore her body was; the back of her throat, her arm, and her abs all … ached.

“Holy shit,” she croaked. “I’ve got the flu.”

She tried to sit up, but the room spun around her. She gripped the side of her head and fell back into her comfy bed. Yes, the bed was safe.

The banging on the door continued.

“Laura?” squeaked someone from behind the door. “Are you alive?”

“Barely,” said Laura. Her voice was strained and cracking.

Laura lurched to the side and grabbed her cell phone. It was almost noon. “Holy shit,” she muttered. “The day’s almost over.”

More banging. “Laura? It’s Angelica. Can I come in?”

“Come in,” shouted Laura as loud as she could—apparently ‘as loud as she could’ was something like a smoker cough.

The door turned and Angelica came in, her hair was fairly messy. And was she out of breath? “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Laura raised one arm and let it flop back to the comforter.

“Not feeling well?” asked Angelica. “We tried to wake you earlier today, but you didn’t respond.”

“I’m sick,” moaned Laura. On the second day. Can you call out sick on the second day of work? Especially after part of the job was to move into the place? Especially after you watched your boss get devoured by two gorgeous men who were also, somehow, your co-workers? Was there a precedent for this?

“I figured,” said Angelica. “Do you feel like eating? We can get Jacque to make something special for what you’re feeling.”

“Does he have morphine? I’d like morphine.”

Angelica laughed and moved to the large curtains on each side of Laura’s bed. She thrust them open and light flooded the room.

“There,” she sighed. “My mother used to say light kept away disease.”

“It also keeps away sleep.” Laura flung the comforter back over her head.

“You can sleep later. You need food.”

“I don’t feel like anything.”

“That’s because you haven’t eaten anything. We’ll give you something simple to earn back that appetite.”

“Are you going to ignore everything I say and do whatever you want?”

“Pretty much.”

Laura flipped the comforter off of her head. “Fine,” she sighed. “Just not meat, okay?”

“Bacon wrapped sausages, coming up.”

“Cute.”

Laura rolled over and grabbed her phone while Angelica stepped out. She had two missed calls from her father and seventeen missed calls from Claire, as well as fourteen angry text messages.

Holy shit. Claire. She didn’t know Laura was moving out. She must have freaked out when a bunch of strange men started loading Laura’s stuff into a van and carting it away. Why didn’t she think to message her and explain it? Well, shit.

She called Claire without hesitating. Claire answered on the first ring.

“You got some motherfucking explaining to do,” snapped her roommate.

“Calm down.”

“Are you hurt? Are you dead? Did someone kidnap you?”

“They did, but the only ransom they want is for you to calm down,” said Laura. Claire tended to be a drama queen. Everything was the end of the world or the best in the world. There was nothing in between.

Claire sighed into the phone. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“I got the job.”

“And you already got another apartment? Without me?”

“Sort of,” said Laura, looking around her room. Her stuff was already neatly put away and organized. It probably wasn’t just the way she liked it, but it was still kinder than dumping her stuff in the middle of the room. That’s precisely what Claire would have done.

“Then what?”

“She wanted me to move in with her.”

“Ohmygod, she’s a lesbian?”

“I doubt that very much,” muttered Laura. She sat up. Her strength was returning to her, but she still felt sore. She felt stiff. The slightest movement hurt, but it also stretched her and eased her discomfort.

“Then what?”

“It’s a perk of the job. I get to live in Camille Kontalban’s mansion.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know, right?” Laura smiled to herself. It felt strange to say aloud. It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a fantasy. She really was living in a mansion as a personal copy editor to a successful writer. Sure, a crappy romance writer, but she was doing what she always wished she could do. She was part of something besides filling forms and flipping burgers.

“Holy shit,” repeated Claire.

“Yeah, it’s pretty great.”

“No, it’s awful. How am I supposed to pay rent without you?”

“With money?”

“No, Laura. I don’t make enough money to pay rent on my own.”

“Oh,” said Laura. She hadn’t considered Claire’s finances when she took the job or the room.

Laura looked around the room. What else hadn’t she thought about? What kind of writer makes their copy editor live with them? What kind of woman makes her copy editor watch her get off? Laura felt so caught up in the moment, casino oyna so excited to finally have a job, a real job, why hadn’t she thought this weird? This was weird.

“Sorry,” muttered Laura. Claire kept going on about finding a new apartment, but Laura’s mind was elsewhere. Claire would figure things out. She always did. But Laura, for the first time, was thinking about the new life she had signed up for. She was thinking about Graumann and the strange staff that now surrounded her, but most of all, she was thinking about Camille with her legs spread and her servants eager to please her.

And Marcilla. Who was she? Why did Camille use some unknown poet writing about yawns to get off to? What the hell was this whole freakshow and what it did it have to do with bad poetry? Laura felt a burning desire to get her hands on that book again, as though the book would explain everything going on. Once Laura could understand Marcilla, maybe she would understand Camille.

Or maybe she knew nothing.

“Hello?” asked Claire. “Are you there?”

“Uh, yeah,” muttered Laura. “I’m just not feeling well.”

“Yeah, you sound like shit.”

“Thanks.”

“You sick?”

“Nothing gets passed you,” said Laura.

“On your second day? How the hell does that work? Can you call out sick if you live where you work? And what if you’re not sick? Do you get fired for lying about calling out sick? Jesus, I’d hate that. I’d just die if I couldn’t call out sick whenever I was fucking fed up with Horatio and the bar. Speaking of which, he asked me out … again. I don’t belong to him or anything like after one-“

“Claire?” croaked Laura.
“Yeah?”

“It really hurts to talk right now.”

“Then just listen.”

“It hurts to sit up.”

“Then lay down.”

“It just hurts,” said Laura. “Everything hurts. I’m going to go. Okay? I’ll call you when I feel better.”

“You’re really leaving me out to dry here, Laura.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll help you find another apartment, I promise. Just not this very moment.”

There was a pause. Laura checked to see if Claire had hung up, but the line was still open. “Claire?” asked Laura.

“You’re not in trouble?” whispered Claire. “Just say ‘sweet Caroline’ if you’re not in trouble.”

Laura smiled. Old joke. “Goodbye, sweet Caroline.” She hung up.

Laura sat in bed and tried to decide if Camille was some sick murderer or sex trafficker, but she had no idea what a murderer or sex trafficker looked like or acted like. She knew that the simplest explanation was often the most correct one, so she didn’t let that train of thought distract her.

The evidence suggested that Camille was a sexual creature. She wrote novels about men with abs on abs for lonely housewives. She had men with abs on abs eat her out while listening to poetry. She was kinky. She was full of life. She was powerful. The simplest explanation was that this was either a power thing or a sex thing. Laura wasn’t going to sleep with Camille, even if Camille somehow thought she owned her new copy editor. Besides, Camille hadn’t shown any signs in her writing or bedroom that she liked women. And technically, Laura was in Camille’s power. The trick was not to let Camille get too much more power over her. Don’t become dependent on Camille.

Angelica knocked on the door, and Laura told her to come in. The petite blonde brought in a tray with a silver dome over the plate and a large glass of something green and thick.

Laura pointed to the drink. “Remember, I’m sick. I don’t want to become more sick.”

“It’s a power-smoothie,” said Angelica. “Lots of greens, especially spinach, orange juice, and a whole bunch of supplements to help you feel strong.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Nonsense,” said Angelica, putting the tray and drink on the end table next to Laura. “Jacque is a genius, and you’re sick. None of us want to catch what you have, so you need to take care of yourself.”

“Bosses’ orders?” asked Laura.

“Jacque’s orders. And you’ll find he’s much sterner than Miss K.”

Angelica lifted the dome off the platter to reveal a plate of scrambled eggs and something green mixed in with it.

“Eggs and spinach. Jacque said to keep it simple, and the spinach will really help to get the blood flowing.”

“Does he have any bread?

“Of course he does.”

“I want bread,” said Laura. She covered the plate with the dome.

“When you’re better. Bread has almost nothing in it. You need nutrients.”

“I can’t eat that,” said Laura, pointing to the dome.

“Don’t be a child. It’s embarrassing. Miss K has called for a doctor to come check you out.”

Laura looked away. “I … uh … don’t have any health insurance.”

“The doctor is an old friend. Don’t worry about it.”

Don’t let her have power over you. Well, shit. “You told Miss K that I was sick?” asked Laura as she lifted the dome off the plate again.

“I told everyone. They should leave you alone today while you recover. Miss slot oyna K will send you some work, but she insists that you work at your own pace. She wants you to regain your strength for tonight.”

Laura looked at Angelica and narrowed her eyes. “She expects me to show up for a Muse Session tonight?”

“Of course. Every night.”

“But I’m sick,” said Laura.

“You seem to be doing better.”

“I could be contagious,” Laura protested.

“We’ll take precautions,” said Angelica as she headed for the door to the room.

“What if I start to feel worse?”

Angelica stopped and turned. Her pleasant expression was gone. Instead, she wore a mask of disappointment. “This isn’t about you,” she said. “This is about Miss K. Don’t be a child.” Angelica didn’t wait for Laura to respond; she turned, and left the room.

After that, Laura felt appropriately guilty enough to start eating her food. The eggs were good—better than she expected. She could stomach them just fine. She waited until her plate was clean before attempting the smoothie. Despite being a vegetarian the past few years, she’d never been one for green or power smoothies. Smoothies were a dessert to her, and vegetables were decidedly un-dessertlike.

It wasn’t bad. There was a sweetness to it. She wasn’t sure if orange juice and spinach were good friends, but she could tolerate hanging out with both of them at the same time. She started with small and careful slips but felt comfortable with it by the time she was halfway through.

It was around that time that Nikki appeared. Laura half expected the redhead to show up with Angelica’s bad mood, but Nikki looked pleasant.

“Hey, hun,” she said. “Feeling better?”

“A bit,” admitted Laura. “Jacque is apparently a genius.”

“I swear,” said Nikki as she handed Laura a small red portfolio, “Miss K would fire all of us before she’d let go of him, and I don’t blame her.”

“Plus that tongue of his,” said Laura.

She smiled at her joke, but Nikki looked confused.

“I think Angelica speaks French as well.”

“Right,” said Laura, confused. Did Nikki not know? Surely, she must know.

“This is your work. Miss K says to take your time with it. She knows you’re not feeling well, but if you acquaint yourself with the story, that would be a start. ‘Consider it some sick-day reading.’ That’s what she said.”

Laura grabbed the portfolio and opened it up. She looked at the title, raised her eyebrow, and looked back up at Nikki skeptically. “The Magician’s Mistress?” she asked.

“It’s not what you think,” said Nikki. “I hear it’s the love story between the Magician and his wife. It’s a redemption story.”

“Then what, the mistress joins for a wild threesome at the end?”

“Oh, I doubt that,” said Nikki disapprovingly. “Miss K doesn’t fill her stories with crassness.”

“Right,” said Laura, absentmindedly flipping through the pages. “Does she let you read her stories?”

“Oh no,” said Nikki. “She doesn’t let anyone read them before they’re done. But … you know…” Nikki looked at the floor. “You hear things.”

“I bet you do,” said Laura.

Nikki blushed but smiled. “Anyway, she doesn’t expect you to mark it. Just read over it.”

“Got it.”

“And if you need someone to go over it with… for, uh, professional reasons of course… just let me know.”

Laura smiled. “Right. Professional reasons.”

Nikki looked up and smiled at Laura. She had a gorgeous smile. It was mischievous but true. “If you need anything,” she pointed to the landline phone, “just pick up and dial one. That should get Angelica or myself. Let us know when you want lunch, and we’ll have Jacque fix you something.”

“Thanks,” said Laura.

Nikki bowed slightly and left.

Laura finished her smoothie and sat up. She propped some pillows behind her to try and get comfortable. She really was feeling better. Her muscles felt sore, but it was like she had a long workout the day before rather than having the flu. Laura dug through her purse for her reading glasses, and started working.

The Magician’s Mistress was not a magical journey through lust, betrayal, and the redemptive power of love. It may have thought it was. It may have wished it was. But what it really was, was a series of setups for hot sex scenes. The magician’s mistress had slightly kinky tastes. She liked bondage and being submissive to the magician. He liked to show her off and be in control.

Laura’s eyes kept going over the page, predicting the plot and finding her predictions to be true. It was like popcorn: you ate it without thinking and never got full. Now, Camille’s prose wasn’t bad. She was a good writer. She had a wonderful way of describing the bare minimum. She left everything to the imagination, but she didn’t leave you in the dark on what was happening. She also avoided painful romantic fiction phrases like ‘bulging member’ or ‘turgid phallus.’ Cocks were cocks for Camille.

But the plot was a nightmare. Everything was telegraphed. It was a soap canlı casino siteleri opera. It was melodramatic. You had believable dialogue, beautiful prose, yet painful plot. Neither the magician, the mistress, nor the wife deserved each other. Nevertheless, something about Camille’s words gripped Laura. She didn’t stop reading for over an hour. She finally had to put the portfolio down when she got dizzy.

Laura felt Camille was selling herself short. She clearly had the capacity to write something more complicated than smut. It felt like she was playing to her audience’s expectations, giving them exactly what they wanted. They wanted a steamy sex scene, so she wrote it. Some part of Laura doubted that Camille was proud of this work.

Laura wanted to call for lunch. She wanted something to ease her building nausea, but she also felt the words calling back to her. It was like the poems last night all over again. There was something so bland, so unremarkable about them. And yet, Laura couldn’t get them out of her mind. She wanted to scan over the words again and again. She wanted the story to keep going, just like the poem.

The poem last night. A yawn. A stupid yawn. It was nothing interesting. One woman watched another woman yawn. And yet …

And yet there was a promise of something more. The Laura in the poem, Laura Karnstein, was something more than just any woman. Her yawn was something more than just any yawn. Marcilla could see it. Clearly, Camille could see it. Why couldn’t Laura? What was it about Laura K that was so interesting?

Laura found herself tracing her hands over her neck. Marcilla was hunting Laura K. She said she was going to give chase. Laura didn’t expect that. It was a tame poem before that, wasn’t it? Laura had to get her hands on the book to read it again. Was Marcilla lusting after Laura K? Was it something more or less sinister?

Laura wondered if anyone ever looked at her like that. Most of her boyfriends said she was cute. They liked her. But hunt her? Obsess over her? Lust after her? No. The boys she dated wanted something to fuck, anything. She wasn’t an object of obsession for them. She was some status. She was a way to fight off their loneliness. She was a sophisticated left hand and the whole relationship was emotional masturbation. That’s what it was. It was The Magicians’ Mistress. It wasn’t Laura K and Marcilla.

That’s why Camille wanted the poems read. She could taste Marcilla’s hunger. She needed to feed off of Marcilla’s lust for Laura K. But why not put that in her stories? Why fill page after page with poor imitations? Perhaps she was aspiring to be Marcilla as a writer. She wanted to evoke deep desire with simple words. Or maybe she was aspiring to be like Marcilla in more than words. Maybe that’s why she had beautiful men eat her out while she listened to it. Did she imagine she was Marcilla? Or did she imagine she was Laura K?

Laura gasped. She hadn’t noticed her hand sneaking under the covers. Her fingers gently swirled over her panties, her mound, applying pressure to her clit. When did she start? Why didn’t she want to stop?

Her mind flashed to images of her lounging in a hot room, sweating. She yawns. Her neck stretches long and languid. A bit of peach juice dribbles down her chin, down her neck. She feels the vein quiver. Someone is watching her. Someone is wanting her. To someone, she is the peach. She is the juice. She is dribbling.

Laura felt her legs spasm. Her body clenched and jolted with pleasure. Her eyes spread wide, but she shut them again. She wanted to stay in the salon. She wanted to sweat and feel drops of everything running over her skin. She wanted someone to notice the tiniest details of her body and lick their lips. She wanted to be hunted.

Laura came and relaxed into it, back into the bed. Fatigue struck her again. Sleep. The soreness of her body called her back to sleep, where she hoped—and it was such a silly hope—to dream of Laura and Marcilla.

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A knock on the door. This one was gentle, like a tree branch in the wind on the side of a building. Laura opened her eyes. The details of her dream quickly ran from her. She was in bed, a cat of some sort crawled up on her lap. She was naked. She pet the cat. It purred and rubbed against her. Then it bit her breast and fled. But Laura didn’t shriek in pain or wake up. She felt the tiny sliver of blood run down her breast, and sighed with relief.

“Come in,” she said. Already, her voice felt stronger. Jacque really was a miracle man.

The door opened to reveal Camille. She was in a beautiful navy blue dress. It was form fitting, tightly sculpted to her body. It stopped only inches below her waist. Beside the miles and miles of legs, it was modest. No cleavage or plunging neckline. Her shoulders were covered, but small cut outs along it revealed peeks of skin. Her curly and kinky hair was down, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She smiled when she saw Laura.

How could Laura not smile back?

With Camille was a strange and short man. He had grey and balding hair. He wore glasses and a three piece brown suit. He only came up to Camille’s shoulder in height.

“Good morning,” sighed Laura. She reclined back into the pillow, relaxing.

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This is Part 7 of the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. This is the story of Jim & Marybeth, and eventually others, of course. You can expect daily installments.

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Marybeth and Jim are seduced into group sex, and more.

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It was unexpected, but both Jim and Marybeth wanted it. Jim had to cut his evening class, but the two lovebirds met for a date Wednesday evening. Marybeth was racked with guilt, because she had let Denis fuck her for three nights in a row, and this was the same guy who put her in a position to be raped, to boot. She was so ashamed. She had decided not to tell Jim any of it.

Well, she did tell Jim about how she had teased Denis about her boobs, but none of the consequences of that tease. Jim had asked Marybeth to wear a dress on their date, and to bring a bra and panties in her purse, but not to wear them. She wondered what he had planned for them, exactly?

Somehow, she suspected she was going to lose the dress at some point; maybe she’d be naked for the bateaux mouches, as they plied the Seine? She had already flashed her boobs at the boats on an earlier date, aa their floodlights lit up the banks, so the tourists could see all the historical sites, and pretty buildings. She knew, however, total nudity was too outrageous, even for Jim! She’d do it if Jim wanted her to do it, she knew that, but she dearly hoped that was not what he had planned.

Jim took her out to dinner, and Marybeth still didn’t have a clue as to what Jim had in mind for their date. The food was once again delicious, and the wine went down smoothly. Marybeth knew that Jim thought a drunk Marybeth was easier to bend to his will than was a sober one, but she herself wasn’t so sure. To put it simply: She was his, to do with as he pleased. Just the thought of that turned her on!

After dinner they took a walk, as they often did. Paris was so beautiful at night. They walked, arm in arm, stopping every so often to kiss. Jim enjoyed playing with her boobs as they kissed; another benefit of her not wearing a bra!

Jim had taken her to a romantic little restaurant near Les Invalides, the old military school that housed Napoleon’s tomb. There was a huge grassy park, leading up to the river, and alongside the park were trees, busy losing their leaves in preparation for winter, and the occasional park bench. Overlooking the park were lines of elegant French apartments, filled with rich people, but almost no apartments had their lights on. Those that did had their blinds down. The rich like their privacy. God knows why, Jim thought: They’re not that interesting!

They walked along the side of the park, along a walkway dimly lit by a succession of lamp posts. Paris was one of the first of the world’s major cities to systematically install lampposts. The French used gas lamps in the mid nineteenth century and became known as the City of Lights. The lights were of course now electric, and Jim imagined they were probably even LED. France had a strong ecological spirit.

Jim stopped at the perfect park bench. It was free of autumn’s fallen leaves, and it was under a street lamp. He sat down. Marybeth sat down next to him and they kissed. Jim pushed down his pants and his briefs, and his erect cock sprung up and said hello to Marybeth. She began to stroke it lovingly.

So, this is what Jim’s plan had been, Marybeth thought to herself. He wants a hand job on a Parisian park bench. Great idea! She was wrong, however, as Jim told her to stand up. Puzzled, of course she complied. Then he told her to remove her dress, as he sat there with his hard cock pointing up the sky.

Was he serious? She had no underwear on. If she removed her dress she’d be naked! She’d be naked on a park bench, in full view of the seven story apartment buildings lining the side of the park, and under a street lamp no less! “Really? You want me naked, exposed to the world?”

“Yes. Nobody’s about,” Jim said.

Marybeth felt a rush. The very outrageousness of Jim’s idea turned her on. This was hotter than hell! God, she loved Jim’s mind; she loved the way he thought! Could she do it? Could she become naked in public, just because Jim had ordered it? Hadn’t she, though, already been naked in public when she had been surrounded by the eight boys after church on Sunday? She had indeed, and she had climaxed when it happened, too. Of course, that ended in a rape, and was not an especially promising precedent.

“Come on, my love. I want to see your gorgeous, naked body. You’ll get a reward,” Jim said.

“Unzip me?” she asked Jim, turning around so that her back faced him.

Jim stood and pulled her zipper down slowly. He slipped his hands into her dress around to her boobs, and fondled them tenderly, tweaking her nipples. Marybeth groaned with pleasure. He pushed her dress off her shoulders and helped it to fall off her arms and down to her generous, child-bearing hips. Maybe someday those casino oyna hips would help her give birth to his child?

Marybeth’s top half of her body was now naked, at the edge of the park, with hundreds of apartment windows potentially having a very nice view of her luscious breasts. Jim helped the rest of her dress fall to the ground and Marybeth shivered in fear at her blatant exposure.

Only part of Marybeth’s shiver was due to the fear caused by her public nudity. The other half of the shiver was due to the sudden rush of adrenalin, due to being extraordinarily aroused, again due to her public nudity. The cool air circulating around her most private parts was a constant reminder of her exposure. Luckily nobody was around. She didn’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure in a foreign country, or in any country, for that matter!

“Bend over and kiss me, gorgeous,” Jim said. Of course, Marybeth complied, and she bent over to kiss Jim, knowing she was exhibiting her ass and her pussy as she did so. She felt like an out-of-control female orangutan, flashing her bright red hindquarters. The two lovebirds kissed a long time, and the kisses, combined with her obvious and blatant exposure, sent Marybeth’s arousal level skyrocketing.

Finally, Jim broke the kiss, turned Marybeth around, and told her to sit on his lap. He didn’t need to explain, and as Marybeth gently lowered herself onto Jim’s lap, Jim arranged for his cock to slip effortlessly into her vagina. Marybeth knew this was his plan, since he had carefully put a rubber onto his cock.

Jim bounced Marybeth on his cock as the two of them made love on that park bench. Marybeth faced outward, so if anyone happened to look out of their window at the park bench, they would see her pearl white skin reflect the light of the street lamp, while her boobs bouncing gently, and her face contorted in sexual pleasure as she bounced on Jim’s cock.

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Marybeth had forgotten just how wonderful it felt to have Jim’s cock inside her. It had only been four days, but in those four days Roger had briefly been inside her, and Denis with his magnificent cock had fucked her Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights. Tuesday night he had spent the night in her bed, and he woke her up to fuck her at 4AM, and then he fucked her a third time just before breakfast. Marybeth had felt powerless to resist him.

Now Marybeth was fucking Jim, naked and on a park bench, no less, only thirteen hours after Denis had fucked her for forty-five minutes as her wake-up fuck this morning. Thank God the apartment had a bidet, or she would have had to rush off to class stinking of Denis’ cum. The French seemed to understand how women could get filled with spunk at awkward times; why else would they love bidets so much?

Denis’ fucks had been so good! His cock touched her in places that seemed to go right to her soul, especially when he did her doggie style. She enjoyed Jim’s fucks more, though, because with Denis it was just sex – great sex, yes – but it was just sex. With Jim, it was sex as an expression of love. Jim got her – he knew what she needed, and how to give it to her. They had so much in common, too. She loved talking to Jim, as they done, at length, over dinner.

Now she was naked, on the street on a park bench in Paris, France, and she was fucking the man she loved. Or, better, a man she loved. Best not to use the definite article when she loves two different men. She loved Eric, too, but he was an ocean away, in Indiana. Jim was right here, and he was inside her, pumping away, as these very thoughts raced through her mind.

Jim too had a guilty conscience. He, after all, had let Pierre’s control over his super-submissive sister work out so that Pierre arranged it for him to fuck the daylights out of Hélène.

Jim had refused to fuck Hélène in the church’s crypt as Pierre had suggested initially, but he agreed to enjoy her body to the max one afternoon when Pierre’s Mom, the host mother, had been at work. He had to skip two classes to do it, but boy, was it worth it! She was a fantastic fuck, and he got lucky as she returned for a replay the very next afternoon. Hélène got as wet as Marybeth did, and while Marybeth loved having sex with Jim, Hélène seemed to crave it. It was that extraordinary need Hélène had, that made her irresistible to Jim, in every sense of the word.

While Marybeth was thinking of her liaisons with Denis, and Jim was thinking of his romps with Hélène, the two of them were nevertheless wildly fucking each other. Marybeth had apparently forgotten their extraordinary exposure, since the thrill of fucking naked outdoors, even if it was in the middle of one of the major cities of the world, got her motor running in extremis.

A French couple, in their early thirties and out for an evening stroll, heard Marybeth’s moans. It’s hard, at times, to know if a moan comes from pleasure, or from pain. The woman worried some poor girl was in slot oyna distress, and hurried toward the sound. The man figured it was exactly what it turned out to be, and walked briskly, while removing his cell phone and putting it into video mode.

His partner returned, giggling softly, and whispered to him “deux amants jeunes,” loosely translated as “young love.” She assured her partner they hadn’t noticed her.

“They’re kind of busy, you see, and lost in what they’re doing,” she said.

The man snuck up to take a peek. He was pleasantly shocked to see the woman totally naked, and he was frozen in lust as he watched her body, and her boobs, gently bounce up and down. He was mesmerized by what was, in fact, a beautiful sight, that he almost forgot to start the video and aim the cell phone camera. Luckily for him, but not so much for Jim and Marybeth, he remembered.

“You never do those things with me anymore,” the woman named Juliette said to Marc, her husband. As she said it, she handed him her panties, and winked. Juliette led Marc to the other end of the average sized park bench, pushed him down, and fished out his cock. Marc had a big cock, but it was soft. “Watch our neighbors,” she whispered, while she took his cock in her mouth.

It was the first time ever that Juliette, usually as prudish in public as they come, had put Marc’s cock in her mouth! Marc went into a state of shock. His brain was in overload as he watched the naked sexpot Marybeth bounce on her partner’s cock, moaning loudly, while Juliette sucked his cock to life, literally in seconds.

In an even bigger shock, Juliette – now without panties as she had given them earlier to Marc – climbed up on Marc and grabbing hold of his hard, erect and slippery cock, placed it right inside the hole he knew and loved so well. It was Juliette’s turn to bounce. She of course was still fully clothed, after all, since they were not young and reckless tourists, no, they lived twenty meters away from that very spot, which was in full view of their neighbors, some of whom they knew quite well; intimately, even.

When it was all done, and everyone had cum, Marybeth put her dress back on. The two couples introduced themselves, and Juliette asked if they would like to come up to their apartment, perhaps for a nightcap? Marybeth began to make the totally correct excuses, when Jim touched her hand, stopping her, and said, “We’d love to.”

Jim thought this was his chance to see how the rich, and obviously decadent, French bourgeois people lived. Marybeth, however, was more circumspect. She had seen how Juliette had looked at her boyfriend Jim, and more importantly how Marc, who had just seen her naked and fucking, (‘fucking naked’ she thought to herself and silently giggled at her own pun) looked at her. She seemed to sense what the couple would propose, and she knew Jim did not. He was like an innocent, being led to the slaughter. It could get awkward.

The building had a gorgeous lobby, made of inlaid marble, with statues of naked women in the ancient Greek style. A groggy concierge welcomed them, and she gave a double take at Marybeth, and both Marybeth and Jim surmised she had seen them fucking on the bench. Marybeth blushed a bit; after all this probably Portuguese woman had seen her both naked, and fucking, too.

They took the elevator to the fifth floor, and our lovebirds were amazed at how elegant the apartment was. It was filled with a large number of African masks and sculptures that, it turned out, Marc had collected during his many trips to Mali and other former French colonies in Africa. Besides Mali, he had spent a lot of time in Senegal and Côte d’Ivoire, known to Americans as the Ivory Coast. He went there on business, of course, but while there he would prowl the galleries in the big cites looking for the truly well-done wooden sculptures, so typical of the civilizations there.

The art was fascinating and lent a rather exotic allure to the apartment. Juliette opened the shutters to show their guests the view. She pointed out the park bench. “That’s where we met you,” she said, discreetly not mentioning the details of how they met.

Marc got out five different cognacs, and the four of them compared all five. By the time they finished, both Marybeth and Jim were plastered. It was then that Juliette complimented Marybeth, for the third time, on her dress.

“You know, it looks like it might fit me, too. Would you mind terribly if I tried it on?” she asked.

“Do you have a robe or something I could wear and then I’ll go to a bedroom and take it off for you, if you like,” Marybeth said, slurring her words, just a bit.

“Of course. Or, you could just take it off now. I’m afraid we’ve already seen your gorgeous body, Marybeth,” Juliette said. She pronounced Marybeth’s name as if it were French: Marie-Bessth, and this tickled the fancy of Jim. A sexy French woman speaking English with her thick accent always turned canlı casino siteleri him on. He had also seen her fucking, in public on a bench right outside her apartment building. His mind was reeling.

Jim was surprised when his lover, Marybeth, removed her dress, right there, in front of the three of them, and became naked except for her shoes. Then he saw that Juliette, too, was stripping down to her underwear as well. Jesus Christ Almighty, what a body Juliette has, Jim thought to himself. Marc was sitting in his armchair, smiling, and having a second round of cognac, from bottle number three.

Jim said, “Marybeth’s dress will look even better on you if you wear it naked.”

Juliette look at him, smiling since she knew this was just a ploy. “You really think so?”

“Yes,” Jim said. “Marc?”

“I agree. I saw how it looked on Marybeth, and to do it justice you should be naked underneath it,” Marc said to his wife.

“Even my panties?” she asked, and Jim thought she was just teasing them at this point.

“Yes,” Marybeth, Jim, and Marc all said at the same time. So, Juliette joined Marybeth and the two women were naked.

“How about a photo?” Marc proposed.

The women agreed, and stood next to each other, smiling and naked, as both Marc and Jim snapped photos.

“You know what I’d love?” Marc said. “It would mean a lot to me.”

Silence ensued. Finally, Marybeth said, tentatively, “What would that be, Marc?”

“Well, my sweet woman, if it’s okay with you and with Jim and with of course Juliette, I’d love a picture of Jim with his cock deep inside the pussy of my wife,” Marc said.

Marybeth inhaled air sharply, making a gasp, and Jim just stood there, wide-eyed, in shock. Marybeth knew Jim was too stunned to speak, so she took over. “Jim and I have not discussed yet how we’d feel about each of us making love with other people, in this case I guess it would be something like swapping, if you will. At least, that’s what this would be called in America. I don’t know how Jim would feel about you and me getting it on. Jim, but – and Marybeth turned to Jim to say this – I’m okay with you enjoying Juliette. She does look hot as hell, and also irresistible, you know.”

Everyone stared at Marybeth. Jim was clearly in shock.

Marybeth, drunk though she was, had thought fast. Jim did not know yet about her boyfriend Eric back in Indiana. He also didn’t know about her affair, or whatever it was, with Denis, her apartment mate. She was fucking Denis every day, sometimes twice or even three times a day. Denis could not get enough of her sweet pussy, and Marybeth had – apparently – not yet learned how to say no. Christ, she almost didn’t say no when Roger raped her!

Marybeth felt, that if Jim got some extra pussy in full view of her, he wouldn’t be able to be too self-righteous and condescending if he ever learned about her and Denis, which she strongly hoped he never did! She knew, eventually, she would have to tell both Eric and Jim about the other, but while Eric was far away in Indiana, that could wait. Denis was the more immediate problem.

Jim, at the same time, was wondering what the fuck was wrong with Marybeth? Was she actually giving him permission to fuck this amazing French woman, to fulfill his age-old dream of fucking a French woman? Okay, he had already done that, with Pierre’s sister Hélène, and she was mighty fine, but wasn’t that kind of an arranged fuck? Pierre dominated Hélène and basically ordered her to fuck Jim. It was fabulous fucking a slut like Hélène, but for some reason, this would be different.

Still, Jim thought – why he didn’t know – that this must be a trap. If he fucked Juliette, and he really, really, wanted to fuck her, could he lose the respect, and more importantly the love, of Marybeth? It wouldn’t be worth it!

Marc was the first to speak. He said, “Speaking for myself, although I suspect both Jim and Juliette agree, you, my dear Marybeth, also look hot as hell, and irresistible.”

Marybeth blushed, and remembering she was nude, she covered her tits and her pussy with her arms and hands. OMG, she thought, Marc wants to fuck me! This complicates things. Well, Jim has tried about everything else already; would he want to see me get fucked, too? She had to admit, the idea of fucking Marc appealed to her. It appealed to her a lot!

“Jim and I need to talk,” Marybeth said.

“Go ahead,” Juliette said.

“In private,” Marybeth said. Juliette smirked, as if there was no such thing as privacy, but she pulled Marc up out of his armchair and they disappeared to another room, where they both donned headphones to listen to the conversation of Jim and Marybeth. They had bugged their own apartment!

“How would you feel about me fucking another guy? In particular Marc, tonight, right in front of you?” Marybeth asked. “I ask, because I know you’re kinky, Jim: You like it when people see me naked, and you like it when people see us fuck. When Juliette and Marc saw us fucking on that bench just now, your cock got bigger and harder, so don’t deny it! I figure the next step is you watching another guy fuck me. Am I right? Is that what you want?”

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To outward appearances Alan and Vivienne were a fairly ordinary couple in their late fifties. They had married young, just after they had left college, and with the help of their parents had bought a small semi in a nice area of Chichester. Within a couple of years their first child was born, a girl, followed by a boy three years later. Alan had done well in his career, and even though Vivienne had given up work for several years to concentrate on bringing up the children, they were able to move to a much larger detached house a few miles away in a village in the New Forest.

Both children had done well at school and college, and were fortunate to find good jobs in London soon after graduating, unlike some of their peers. After so many years when the house always seems to be full of other people’s children, they found the unaccustomed silence once the children had left home rather unnerving, although both would often come home for weekends and mum’s cooking, often bringing a friend with them.

Even so, they both found that time could weigh heavy, and decided that they needed to find some activity to fill the void left by their children’s departure. Alan had always had a reasonable voice, so he joined a local choir, whilst Vivienne became involved with the local branch of the Women’s Institute. They had had a fairly unexciting, but entirely satisfactory sex life, although the presence of children in the house had limited their activities somewhat. Once the children had left home, however, they started to become a little more adventurous, making love in what they considered to be unusual places, and sometimes going around the house in the nude.

Alan had always bought one or two top shelf magazines, and Vivienne found that she enjoyed reading some of the raunchy stories, and even looking at the pictures of scantily clad and naked girls. The Internet allowed them to take this interest in erotica and mild pornography further, and some evenings when they were feeling particularly horny they would browse together, often commenting out loud on their responses to the pictures or videos they were watching. This had the effect of increasing their joint arousal, and their subsequent lovemaking was always more intense, and they would often have several orgasms before falling asleep in each other’s arms. They also discovered that they enjoyed watching each other masturbate, and they bought a few sex toys online, including a couple of dildos and his and hers vibrators.

Like many men, Alan found that he was attracted to images and videos of two women having sex, or two women with one man. Vivienne, on the other hand was particularly fascinated by what she learned was called CFNM for short – clothed female and naked male – and she often fantasised what it would be like to enjoy an evening playing with a sexually aroused naked man in company with a few of her close female friends. These were just fantasies, however, and for many years neither had any intention of bringing them about.

For several years Vivienne and five of her closest friends from the Women’s Institute had got into the habit on a Friday of having lunch at one or other of their homes, taking it in turns to act as hostess. They discussed what to call themselves, and after weighing up several suggestions, decided it would be fun to call themselves The Spice Girls after the 1990s all-girl pop group. On those occasions when Alan wasn’t at work, he would find an excuse to be out of the house when it was Vivienne’s turn to be hostess, saying that he felt rather outnumbered, however delightful the company.

Friday evenings were casino oyna Alan’s choir nights, and sometimes he would be away from Friday to Sunday, when the choir was taking part in one or other music festival in another part of the country. Vivienne used to tease him about all the pretty ladies in the choir, telling him to make sure he behaved himself with all those predatory females, to which he responded that he was more likely to be found propping up the bar discussing sport with the rest of the men, and anyway most of the women were far too old, and generally overweight into the bargain.

One Monday morning in early August, Vivienne asked Alan if he would like to to join them for lunch the following Friday at her friend Sylvia’s house. She told him that it would be the usual crowd, but that a few of the other husbands had also been invited. Not wanting to be a spoilsport Alan agreed, thinking that at least with a few men there he wouldn’t be too bored, and that perhaps the men could escape to another part of the house for a drink or two and proper men’s conversation. A lunchtime listening to gossip about the latest fashions or the escapades of minor Royals definitely not being his idea of fun.

Vivienne had always dressed smartly for these lunches, but of late her costume has become more sexy and provocative, but Alan assumed that this was just because she liked to show off a little, especially the way that she had kept much of her youthful figure, mainly through careful attention to her diet and regular sessions at the local tennis club. On the Thursday evening, Vivienne told Alan that she wasn’t going to allow him to let her down and that she would choose what he should wear the next day, and that he was definitely not going to get away with his usual jeans and a sweat shirt.

The following morning Alan pottered around the garden, deadheading the roses and dealing with the crop of weeds that always sprang up when his back was turned. He had lost count of time when he heard Vivienne shouting to him out of the bedroom window, “Alan, it’s nearly a quarter past twelve, and we have to be round at Sylvia’s in just over half an hour, get up here now and change.”

Grumbling mildly under his breath, Alan dropped what he was doing and made his way up to the bedroom. Vivienne was sitting at the dressing table applying her make-up, dressed in a pale cream basque which he hadn’t seen before. In the mirror, he could clearly see her dark areolae, and her prominent nipples, barely concealed by the lacy cups of her bra which made him raise his eyebrows in surprise.

“You will find your trousers and shirt on the bed, my dear,” she said, “but leave your underpants off, there is nothing worse than visible panty line,” and she giggled.

Alan saw that Vivienne had picked out the white silk shirt and a pair of close fitting black satin trousers she had bought for him at Christmas for the annual golf club party. He had thought them rather revealing even then but he had been wearing boxers, and in the semi dark of the club house he didn’t think anyone would notice. But without underwear he knew that every line of his bottom and penis would be visible, and he started to wonder just what kind of lunch they were going to.

Vivienne turned round to face him to put her stockings on and he saw with even more of a shock that she wasn’t wearing panties and that she had newly shaved her pussy, so that her labia could be clearly seen peeking from the cleft in her vulva. When she saw the look on his face Vivienne laughed. “It is so nice to go commando, my love, and the feel of the air on slot oyna my pussy is really exhilarating.”

Vivienne completed her costume with a full skirt that finished just above her knees, a soft chiffon blouse that did nothing to hide the charms beneath, and a pair of strapless high heeled sandals. “There, that’s done,” she said, “now turn round so that I can get a good look at you.” As Alan did as he was told, she continued, “Mmm, very nice, you are definitely going to be a hit with my friends, I’m certain that they won’t be able to keep their hands off you. In fact you look so delicious I could eat you right now.”

When they arrived at Sylvia’s Alan saw that, apart from Sylvia’s husband Jim, there was only one other man there. The other five ladies were all dressed as sexily as Vivienne and he couldn’t prevent a certain stirring in his groin, and had to discreetly adjust his trousers to make himself more comfortable.

At the lunch table each of the men was placed between two of the ladies, and Alan found that he had the hostess Sylvia on his right hand and another slightly younger woman whom he barely knew to his left, who introduced herself as Angela. Vivienne was seated opposite with Jim and her friend Mary.

Lunch started with a delicious cream of asparagus soup, which was followed by a lime sorbet. Sylvia had provided a nice light Italian white wine as befitted the time of day, and after a couple of glasses the air was filled with the sound of convivial conversation.

It was during the main course of char grilled fish that Alan got his next surprise. He was talking to Jim across the table about the chances of Southampton Football Club in the coming season now that they were back in the Premier League, when he became aware of a hand stealthily tracing its way up his thigh towards his crotch. The hand then started to stroke his penis and fondle his balls through the thin material of his trousers and very soon he had a very hard erection. Looking across at Jim he realised from the slightly dreamy look on his face that he was receiving very similar treatment.

It then hit him like a bolt from the blue that his wife’s weekly luncheon dates weren’t the innocent affairs he had assumed them to be, and he wondered where things were leading.

Sylvia then tapped her wine glass with a spoon, and announced, “It’s time for dessert ladies, which you will be delighted to know, is strawberries and cream,” and she went out to the kitchen, and came back with a tray on which there were three bowls of strawberries but no sign of any cream.

She placed a bowl in front of each group of two women and one man and clapped her hands, “Dessert is served, enjoy.” Almost as if this was a prearranged signal each of the six women then stood up and removed their skirts. Aroused as he was Alan grew even harder when he saw that none of them was wearing panties, presenting him and the other two men with the sight of six delectably groomed pussies.

Returning to her place beside Alan, Sylvia turned to him and murmured seductively, “Its time to earn your lunch now lovely man. Stand up and let us take off your trousers so that we can see that interesting package you keep in there.”

By now Alan was growing extremely excited and he groaned quietly as Sylvia and Mary undid his belt, and sliding his trousers down to his ankles, started to fondle and caress his cock and balls. “Sit on the table, Alan,” Sylvia commanded, “and open your legs so that Mary and I can get better acquainted with that delicious cock.”

What followed was fifteen minutes of exquisite torture for Alan, canlı casino siteleri as his two female companions teased him, sucking his balls into their mouths and licking the length of his throbbing shaft; taking it in turns to slip his engorged head into their mouths. From the groans that barely penetrated his consciousness he knew that the other two men were receiving the same delicious treatment, and with part of his mind he wondered just how often his apparently innocent wife had given her sexual favours to one or other of their male friends, although by then he was really past caring.

Eventually he could stand it no longer, and cried out, “Ladies, I am going to cum.”

Sylvia and Mary cooed in unison, “Oh yummy, cream is served,” and taking the bowl and holding it in front of his cock, Sylvia started to masturbate his shaft while Mary knelt between his legs so that she could suck his balls.

Alan couldn’t remember cumming so hard in years as he started to ejaculate stream after stream of hot semen over the strawberries, crying out in ecstasy at the intense sensations spreading from his groin down his shaking thighs and across his taut abdomen. At last he was spent and slipping from the table he collapsed on his chair, exhausted.

Then in front of his excited gaze, Sylvia and Mary proceeded to feed each other cum soaked strawberries, licking their lips in satisfaction at each succulent morsel. When there were only a few of the bright red fruits left, Sylvia glanced over at him, and said to Mary, “Poor man, he hasn’t had any dessert yet,” and she parted her thighs and put a single fruit between her swollen and glistening labia, and another in Mary’s pussy. Then looking at him seductively she said, “Come and get your reward, you delicious man, and when the strawberries are finished you can feast on our female nectar.”

The tempting sight of these twin delicacies rapidly revived Alan’s energies, and kneeling in front of his two paramours he spent a happy hour using all his guile to bring them both to several climaxes. At one point he did suffer a small twinge of guilt but glancing across at Vivienne he was gratified to see her in the throes of rapture, her head thrown back and her hands entwined in Jim’s hair as he worshipped at the heart of her femininity.

This gourmet feast of female concupiscence soon restored more than Alan’s energies, and a most entertaining lunch ended with Sylvia giving him a long and ultimately explosive blow job while Mary watched and masturbated, her fingers buried deep in her wet heat.

On their way home in the car Alan was very quiet, and once they in the seclusion of their bedroom Vivienne finally said, “Well, what’s eating you,” and giggled.

“I was just wondering if your lunches, erm, whether your lunches went any further,” he said.

“Not at lunchtime, my love,” she replied, “we save more meaty fare for the evening.”

“And what might that involve?” Alan continued.

“Shall I just say that I have been most delightfully fucked by the husbands of all my friends on those times when you have been away gallivanting with the choir,” she said, “but I thought that it was only fair that they should get the opportunity to satisfy their appetites on your particular piece of prime beefsteak. It really was a little selfish of me to save you for my pleasure alone and today was just the right occasion to show you off.”

Before Alan had the opportunity to answer she continued, “Sylvia whispered to me as we were leaving that she found your attributes extremely mouth watering, so I have invited her and Jim round next Saturday evening. I’m sure that we can give them a really unforgettable banquet, don’t you agree? Jim has a lovely long cock which reaches all the right places, and I’m sure you are dying to plunge into Sylvia’s delicious pussy.”

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Pleasure Thy Sister Ch. 02

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Disclaimer: this is a purely fictional story. All characters are over the age of 18 and are not modeled around specific people.

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Chapter 2: Most Important Meal of the Day

It was still early morning in the Sappho Sorority House. Only a few girls were awake, preparing for the day. Each quietly greeted one another, taking their turn at the beloved coffee maker. This was college, after all Sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen, was Allie. Allie was a newly initiated member in the house. Far more quiet than most of its inhabitants, she still kept to herself. Most would be confused to see her in the sorority at a glance, but while pledging, all of the seniors saw so much potential. One in particular, being Kate.

Kate was adored by the girls in the house. A taller, athletic build often left her sister swooning. She took delight in spending time getting to know each and every beautiful woman in the house. And this morning she had chosen her target.

A kind smile on her face, she approached Allie.

“Hi, there.” Allie looked up from her cereal, blushing when she realized who was talking to her.

“Oh! H-hi Kate” she looked away, nervous under Kate’s gaze. Kate’s smile grew as her eyes raked over Allies smaller frame. Although not very into sports, she still had a slender and toned body. Roaming eyes reached their intended destination. Jackpot.

“You cold, sweetie?” Kate asked, tilting her head.

Allie furrowed her brow confused, until she followed Kate’s eyes to her chest. Sure enough, her nipples were poking through her shirt. Quickly she crossed her arms and turned an even darker shade of pink.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!! I didn’t realize, I’m so embarra-” she rambled.

“Hey hey no, don’t be embarrassed. Remember why we’re in this sorority, yeah?” Kate walked around the corner to stand at Allie’s side. She placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and encouraged her to breathe.

“Be confident, show off. You look so cute!”

Kate reached for Allie’s arms and lowered them to her lap. Her breasts gently moved up and down as she calmed her breathing down. A few of the other girls noticed her stress and gathered to encourage her as well.

“It’s okay Allie, we don’t mind at all!” One chimed in.

“Yeah! You’re boobs look so good in that shirt.” The others agreed.

Kate turned Allies attention back to her, holding out a hand. “May I?”

Allie looked down to see Kate’s hand hovering about her left breast, waiting for her consent. Meeting Kate’s eyes again, she nodded “… yes, you may..”

Kate’s hand gently palmed Allie’s breast, a little smaller than her hand, but soft and round. Allie sucked in a breath and tried not to be tense around watchful eyes.

“Hey ladies, why don’t we give Allie a little show? Has anyone had their breakfast yet?”

Smiling, the four other girls in the room didn’t say a word at all. They paired up, kissing each other and running hands over bodies and under pajamas. Kate continued gently squeezing Allie’s breasts, having moved casino oyna to stand behind her to work both globes. No one seemed to know why she had a tradition of breast and nipple play at breakfast, but no one was complaining either.

One of the couples providing Allie’s visual entertainment had already taken up a new position. Carmen, a dark haired beauty with fierce eyes, crawled up onto the island in front of Allie and Kate. Behind her stood Brooke, a mischievous look on her face. She was mirroring Kate’s actions on Carmen’s breasts, although Carmen had long since ditched her shirt.

“Would you like me to?” Kate asked, touching the hem of Allie’s shirt.

“Uhm…” Allie’s tensed. Kate moved her hand back to Allie’s breast, circling around the areola. “That’s okay, it can stay on. Do you like this?”

“Mmhmm” Allie nodded. She still wasn’t used to being touched this way. She had only recently begun to experiment with her sexuality, and had barely had any partners. Kate’s hands massaging and fondling her was sending warmth all throughout her body. Her breath against her neck making her shiver. The sight of Brooke teasing Carmen’s nipples made her crave same treatment from Kate.

Kate, after some more massaging, obliged. She started circling both areolas through Allie’s shirt. The fabric was a light material, almost sheer, and it made the sensation of Kate’s fingers more intense. Circling and circling she lightly grazed, slowly moving in tighter circles. Suddenly, she flicked the pads on her index fingers right over the tips of Allie’s peaks once.

“Oh!” Allie jumped slightly. She hadn’t expected that. She looked at Carmen and Brooke, who simply smiled back and continued their own teasing. Brooke was kissing along Carmen’s neck, while gently rolling her nipples between her fingers. Carmen’s hand had been gently rubbing across her stomach, clearly planning on moving south soon.

“Take a look over there” Kate instructed Allie, still using her finger tips to lightly graze across her nipples in different directions. Tingles ran down her spine, and as she looked to her left, Allie realized her panties had become noticeably wet.

While Kate, Allie, Carmen, and Brooke had settled into their own little games, the other two girls had moved onto the breakfast Katie had mentioned.

Faith was up on the counter across from the island, legs spread, while Chantel kissed at the inner thighs. Chantel was a taller athletic build, on the same basketball team as Kate. She continued to kiss around Faith’s thighs, before hearing Allie’s gasp.

“Oh my god..” she almost moaned out at the sight. Every time she would watch her other house mates pleasure each other it felt like the first time. She squirmed when Chantel looked behind her and caught her eye. Winking, Chantel licked her full lips and turned back to Faith’s moist pussy. Moving in, she placed a broad flat tongue at the bottom of Faith’s sex and slowly drug it upwards. Faith let out a low and erotic moan, closing her eyes and using her hands to spread her legs farther apart. When slot oyna Chantel’s tongue reached the top and caught her clit, she jumped and moaned again.

“Look back in front of you” Kate instructed again. Allie had a hard time tearing her eyes away from Chantel and Faith, as Chantel has begun steadily lapping at her lips, occasionally letting her tongue slip deeper through her folds. Finally, she looked in front of her and let out a frustrated sigh. These girls were killing her.

Carmen was shimmying out of her panties, dropping them beside her before leaning back into Brooke. While Brooke went right back to work teasing Carmen’s nipples, Carmen used her wetness to coat her clit and began gently circling it.

“Watch her play with her clit” Kate said. As Allie watched her circle, she began to realize Katie was using her techniques to tease Allie’s increasingly sensitive nipples. She matched Carmen’s speed and tempo, and Carmen would purposely stop periodically to deny Allie(as well as herself).

“Faith, Chantel, come up here” Kate commanded. Chantel placed a few for teasing licks to Faith’s pussy before helping her down from the counter. She had purposely avoided Faith’s clit, which was now a hard bundle of tense pleasure aggravated by her walking to the island. She now sat on the edge of the island with one foot propped up next to her, the other dangling off of the side. Chantel pulled up another stool, and adjusted the height so it was closer to Faith. Both sat side by side facing Kate and Allie. Chantel spread her long dark legs, showing of an equally wet slit. Allie hadn’t realized she had been teasing herself whilst servicing Faith.

Once settled, Faith and Chantel reached between each other legs and became masturbating each other. Alternating between teasing flicks and loving circles against hard clits. Any time Allie looked from one set of girls to the other, Kate would follow and switch her nipple play to match what was happening.

Allie had never felt anything like this before. She didn’t realize her nipples could be so sensitive. Every now and then, Kate would pinch and roll them, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot directly to the heat between her legs. How was this possible? Could she really be getting this turned on by just having her nipples teased? The teasing combined with the beautiful women moaning and writhing in front of her was becoming too much.

Needing to tear her eyes away for a moment Allie’s eyes wondered to the clock.

7:15AM

Uh oh. She had been in this cycle of play for almost 25 minutes. She was running late for class!!

“Yo-you guys!! I-ahhh-I have to get-oh my god yes-no wait! I’m gonna be late!” She made no move to stop Kate as she pulled ever so slightly on her hard peaks.

“How late?” She offered, beginning to circle and flick a little faster and a little hard. Circle, circle, ciiirrrrcle. Allie’s eyes rolled shut.

“Fuck… like.. fi-five minutes.”

“Ahh plenty of time” Kate giggled and continued her teasing. She began using her short nails to flick back and canlı casino siteleri forth quickly over the tips of Allie’s nipples. The tickling sensation burst through Allie’s body and she moaned even more. Kate was truly playing her like a perfectly tuned instrument. Not to be outdone, their other companions were all indulging in their own pleasures. Carmen was now leaning back as Brooke bent over to lick and suck at her pussy. Chantel and Faith were alternating between massaging each other’s little clits, and slipping fingers into their wet openings.

Allie felt as though she was so overwhelmed by the sights and sounds, she could practically feel it everywhere. It was like the sensations emanating from her nipples had connected to her wet pussy and hard clit. Somehow she had not touched herself this whole time and she still felt like she would explode.

“Ahh… Ah! Kate!” She pleaded. Another delicious pinch.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day Allie, you can’t miss it. See?” Kate nudged Allie, whose eyes had fallen shut again. Her toes curled.

Carmen was moaning louder and louder as Brooke sucked her clit into her warm mouth. Her eyes rolled back as she gripped Brooke’s hair and her climax hit. Brooke didn’t budge as she continued to spasm and yelp. Soon after, Faith and Chantel’s moans joined in as they had begun finger fucking each other. Their orgasms hit at practically the same time, hips rolling against hands, stimulating their clits as well.

That was it. Allie’s couldn’t handle it anymore. With one perfectly timed pinch of her stiff and swollen nipples, Allie’s head fell back into Kate’s shoulder. Her orgasm didn’t hit suddenly, but instead rushed over in an intense wave. Her pussy spasmed, shocking her. She had no idea she could orgasm just from having her nipples teased and taunted. It seemed last longer than expected as her hips bucked and rolled against nothing but air. Kate continued to gently circle her sensitive buds for a little while, before moving back to gentle palming and massaging.

Carmen, Brooke, Chantel, and Faith were all also coming down from their orgasms. None made an effort to move. After about a minute Kate spoke up.

“See? You still have time to get ready” she smiled and kissed Allie’s cheek. Shakily, Allie’s shifted out of Katie’s arms and slid off of the stool. Kate moved the stool out of the way and hopped up onto the island, taking off her shirt. The other four girls began caressing her body.

“What about you all?” Allie asked when she realized no one else was leaving. Part of her was tempted to skip class as she watched the fun continue without her.

“Well it’s like I said, ohhh” Chantel began kissing Kate’s neck and teasing her right nipple. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day… c’mere Brooke!” Brooke and Kate, having missed out on the first round, were now receiving payback. Chantel and Faith were tag-teaming Kate’s erect nipples and needy pussy. As they licked and sucked her most sensitive parts, Kate was helping Carmen tease Brooke’s wet pussy.

Allie lingered a second longer before shaking out of her revere. Heading upstairs to shower, she decided she’d have to deal with being ten minutes late as she stopped by her sock drawer on the way to the bathroom.

The end.

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Jenny with Pam and Nick

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This is a follow up to two different stories, “Jenny and Rick Again…Plus His Friend” and “Jenny and Nick House Sit.” House Sit is actually from 2016 and has a brief 2018 update at the end.

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Pam text me on a Friday afternoon asking if I wanted to stop by after work for some wine and cheese. She wrote that her boyfriend Andre was away for the weekend attending a destination bachelor party for his buddy. She added, “Besides, you owe me the scoop on what happened the other night with that guy with the big dick…LOL” She was referring to a few nights ago when she left me and Rick at the bar. She had just met him. I guess the wine influenced her to grab his crotch on her way out. Later that evening, Pam text to tell me about her discovery and that I should “go for it”…LOL. She had no idea. She didn’t know the half of it.

Pam is a very attractive 5’4″ 34 year old brunette with olive skin, a well-toned, athletic body and 34C boobs. Most of you have probably seen any number of the hundreds of photos of me that I have posted online. For those of you that haven’t, I am a 55 year old happily married Mom of four. I am 5′ 10″ with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and D-cup natural boobs.

When I arrived at Pam’s house she already had two glasses of wine poured for us. As she was putting out the cheese and crackers she said lovingly, “Okay Bitch, spill it. What happened with the hot guy with the nice package after I left? He clearly was super into you.” I was both looking forward to and dreading this conversation at the same time. Pam and I are good friends. She had always been somewhat on the shy, conservative side when it came to anything involving sex. I have never shared any details about me sexually to her beyond stuff with me and Nick. As a surprising new discovery earlier in the week, I noticed a bold, more aggressive side to her. I smiled, giggled and ate some cheese not rushing to say anything. Pam further said, “Look, anything we discuss is just between us. I know I have confided in you often over the years and you never betrayed my trust. I am the same way. I look up to you, not like a mom, more like a sexy older sister. You are 100% the sexist person I know, man or woman. I think you’re bi, right? I heard Gabby talking a couple times saying that you were the best kisser and she wished she couple play with you more.” Some may recall Gabby from “Jenny’s Ladies Night Fun.”

Okay it appeared that Pam was ready to know some more about me. I replied, “I hope what I am about to share doesn’t shock you or make you think too differently about me. I am not really a bi-sexual. I do admire the beauty and shape of a sexy woman, but I have no have burning desire to be with one physically. However, Nick and I do get together with any woman at least once a month as an arranged date or an unplanned hookup at a bar or party. I consider myself bi-playful, meaning that I play with women only when I am with Nick, mostly for his and our mutual enjoyment. Plus, while I do and enjoy all things two women can do together, my absolute favorite part is kissing a sexy woman. I love kissing, and yes I will brag and agree with Gabby, I am a damn good kisser. When I am out I will sometimes make out with Gabby or Maria, even a random girl at times. Possibly even some fondling and tasting…LOL.” I noticed that Pam was looking at me with glazed eyes and wonderment. I asked, “Do you think I’m a weirdo or freak now?”

Sitting in a pub chair next me at her counter, Pam gulped down some wine and answered, “Hell no. I think you’re even more awesome now. I’ll confess, all my life I always had thought that two women together was a little gross, but hey, to each their own. I do not know why, but about a year ago my feelings started to change. Andre likes to watch porn and on occasion I will watch with him. Of course, the fucking scenes are hot, but I found myself getting very excited watching the women go at it. A few times Andre has asked me if I would want to play with a woman casino siteleri with him. My immediate answer has consistently been NO. I wouldn’t want him with another woman, but I found myself fantasizing about me being with a woman in a twosome. I started watching some porn video clips online alone, without Andre. I would search for two women. Honestly, I mostly look for videos of a younger brunette with an older blonde with big boobs. Then I fantasize about you, play with myself and make myself cum. Now, do YOU think that I am a weirdo or a freak or just a creepy friend?”

I was blushing and answered, “Of course not. I am extremely flattered and a little turned on.” I left my chair, stepped up to her, leaned in and started kissing her. We made out for about two minutes, caressing each other’s arms and shoulders, and gently grabbing hair. I then broke away and stepped back. Pam reached for me, but I retreated another step. I asked, “Did you like that?”

She just smiled and nodded then finally spoke, “That was incredible! My entire body was tingling. My pussy started throbbing. I have never, ever felt that good kissing a guy. I was hoping that you would be my first woman. What do we do now? Do we go in the bedroom? I really want this. I need this.”

I insisted, “Slow down, cowgirl! Like I said, if you want to go further, for me it really has to be with Nick involved. I appreciate that you want me to be your first, but I don’t want you to do anything outside of your comfort zone especially if it involves Nick since you’re in a serious relationship with Andre.”

She urged, “Maybe you don’t understand. I will do ANYTHING you tell me do for the opportunity to be with you. I want this. I have been fantasizing about you for awhile and have been too afraid to say anything. I’ll do anything you want me to do with Nick. I will follow your instructions and direction completely. Get Nick here now. Pleeeeease!”

Pam had a lustful look in her eyes. I know she really wanted this, but she doesn’t realize that Nick and I have actually wanted this as well for even a longer period. We talked about Pam ever since Nick fucked me on Pam’s bed while I had her dirty panties in my mouth when she wasn’t home. I said, “Okay I’ll text him now.” I asked Nick what he was doing. He texted back saying he was on his way to meet a couple friends for a quick beer before heading home. I told him to meet me at Pam’s instead for wine and he would be VERY glad that he did so…I added a winking face emoji. I updated Pam, “He said okay and he’ll be here in about 30 minutes.” I let Pam know that two items on the “Jenny Rules” state that other woman could not fuck Nick’s cock or kiss him on the mouth, but anything else imaginable was okay. She didn’t hesitate to agree. I already knew that she qualified for the other eight rules.

During that half hour we continued to drink wine and talk…about sex of course. At one point Pam stopped me mid-sentence, “Wait! You never told me what happened the other night after I left the bar.”

I laughed, “Oh yeah. There’s more to playful Jenny that I now believe you might be ready to hear, but you must never tell Nick. On occasion, to satisfy my cravings, I will pick up a random guy and give him a blowjob, nothing more, never scheduled or planned. The other night was the rare instance that I ran into and actually acknowledged a former conquest. I in fact blew Rick two times before and yes, I already knew he had a huge cock. His friend joined us after you left and I ended up with the both of them in his SUV in the parking lot. It was hot!”

With a combination of amazement and jealousy Pam replied, “WOW! That’s incredible. You are definitely a sexual tiger. A cougar I should say, since they were about 20 years younger than you.”

I laughed again, “They are not all younger or in great shape or even good looking. Any hard, clean shaved cock will do when I need one. I do this once maybe twice a month separate of Nick. Again, it’s always random and quick. slot oyna I call it a “blow and go.” Just then Nick rang the doorbell and walked in. The three of us have been friendly for years. I put my index finger to my lips reminding Pam not to say anything. She smiled and nodded her head.

After another drink for all and some g-rated small talk, I announced, “Nick, Pam wants to play with me. She wants me to be her first girl on girl experience. I explained how I play and told her the Jenny Rules, so that’s why we invited you.”

Nick excitedly added, “Count me in! If this is what you both want, what guy would say no to you two hot ladies?” I turned and faced Pam to start kissing her again. Nick moved around us and stepped in behind Pam. His arms reached around the lip-locked women to touch and feel both of us equally. My hands now were not limited to Pam’s shoulders. My left hand went to her boob and my right went down to her crotch. She started to moan loudly. I am not sure if it was from me or Nick, who was grinding into her ass with his big cock which I presumed was now very erect. It didn’t matter. We were entering my familiar zone of pure lust and sexiness. Three sexy people enjoying each other. Just then I took Pam’s hand and led her down the hallway to her own bedroom. She doesn’t know but Nick and I are familiar with her king-sized bed. Nick grabbed a bottle of wine and some glasses and joined us.

Pam and I hopped onto the plush bed. As most of our FFM threesomes start, Nick stood close and just watched. As our hands roamed, searching for buttons, hooks, and zippers, Nick asked if he should take photos. I said, “No, just focus and join us when you think best.” It was not long before our clothes were shed. During the undressing process, our kissing paused only very briefly three times. Now it was hands on flesh. Like new same-sex dance partners, first timers are sometimes clumsy trying to get comfortable and positioned appropriately. Not Pam, she was a natural and an excellent kisser. Our hands were all over each other, touching, lightly scratching, grabbing and rubbing everywhere. Nick had stripped as well, standing at the side of the bed watching. Naked yes, but he was not without clothes. He gathered both my and Pam’s panties. He was sniffing and licking Pam’s pair while he gently stroked his wonderful cock with mine.

Pam broke our kiss to ask me, “Tell me or show me what you want me to do, anything. Teach me. Take me. Make me yours.” I took her hand and firmly placed it on my bald pussy. Two of her fingers slid into my very wet pussy with the ease of a knife going through melting butter. A woman knows instinctively what to do with another pussy even if it is her first. She learns after years of playing with her own pussy and having her own pleasured by guys…some well and some not so well. After a few minutes she gave me my first of several orgasms that night. I guided her head to my boob. She licked, nibbled gently and then started sucking on my nipple. I then pushed her head down between my legs. She started lapping away. A bit clunky at first, but soon she got comfortable and ate my pussy to another orgasm. Nick reached over and stuffed Pam’s panties into my mouth. That was a bit of Déjà vu…LOL

I then repositioned Pam. I had her lay on her back with her head at the bottom corner of the bed. On my knees, I moved between her legs and lowered my faced to her kitty. She had a small, thin landing strip above her clit. She was impeccably well groomed. Her pussy was beautiful. Her thin, muscular legs were smooth. Many times I have declined to taste another woman when I discover a hairy or smelly pussy. Those are the times that Nick has to take one for the team. Pam’s visibly wet pussy smelled as it should and I would soon learn that it tasted good as well. Her clit was swollen as it received much attention from my tongue, lips and teeth. I learned from the best pussy eater, clit licker I ever had, Nick…kiss, lick, nibble, suck and repeat. She firmly canlı casino siteleri gripped my hair. I then looked up and saw Nick position himself, as I expected, over her head, standing with his cock hanging down close to her face. She took her right hand off my hair and started caressing his balls and cock with her nicely manicured finger tips. I stopped to tell her, “Lick his balls.” She slid further under Nick to be able to easily lick his big balls. I placed my thumb up Pam’s pussy and pushed my index finger on her clit. I pinched, rubbed and plunged. She orgasmed tremendously within seconds. Once she stopped convulsing, Nick got onto the bed, in the middle, on his back, with his head on the pillow. I immediately knew what he wanted and expected. I had Pam and I move to either side of his legs. I said “Let’s lick and suck Nick’s cock.” Our tongues and mouth went up and down his cock in perfect unison like synchronized swimmers. Each time we reached his cock head, we went up further so our lips could meet for a kiss. We did this for several minutes.

Then Nick got up and said to me, “I want to fuck your pussy.” Having had countless FFM threesomes with Nick I once again knew what to do. I propped myself up in the bed on all fours. Nick climbed up behind me. As he slid his cock into my aching pussy, I instructed Pam to get under me in a 69 position to lick my pussy and Nick’s cock at the same time. I had her pussy at my face again, but now upside down. I concentrated on her pussy and ignored her clit for fear that at some point I might bite it off as Nick fucked me hard. Nick picked up his pace a bit, fucking my pussy fast and deep. He asked, “Pam, do you like licking my cock and Jenny’s pussy.” She answered with a muffled yes, not stopping her work on our genitals for a second. After a few minutes, and now at a wild pace, Nick exclaimed, “I am going to cum in Jenny’s pussy and then pull out and cum on your face Pam. After, you are going clean us both up with your mouth and tongue.” She squealed with excitement. I started squirting on Nick’s cock and Pam’s face as I felt the first blast of cum in my pussy. Three more deep pumps then Nick pulled out and jerked his cock, squeezing more cum out that accurately landed on Pam’s face. I spun around to put Nick’s cock in my mouth. Nick said, “No. Pam will clean my cock. Kiss her now and share my cum.” We did not hesitate in having that hot cum kiss.

Then Nick and I moved next to each other on the pillows. Pam dutifully positioned herself between us, at our legs. For about ten minutes, she went back and forth from cock to pussy, licking and sucking. It felt sensational, but it was also super hot to see her servicing Nick’s cock. She finally collapsed and said, “WOW! That was unbelievable. The hottest sex I have ever had and I didn’t even get fucked. I will be glad to be your sex toy anytime you guys want. Hopefully you want me again…very soon.”

After a brief rest we all cleaned up a bit and got dressed. I handed Pam my panties as a souvenir which she immediately sniffed and tasted. At the door, Pam and I kissed again and Nick grabbed her ass and boob a bit. I had no strength for another round…LOL. We left. In the car, Nick said exactly what I was thinking, “It was a long time coming, but she was well worth the wait. She may be a good part time pet as long as she can keep a secret.” I thought, yes, I definitely hope she can keep my special secret as well.

Later that night, back at home, I got a text from Pam that read, “I am laying here sniffing your panties and playing with my pussy. Tonight was fantastic. THANK YOU! I can’t wait to do it again. Hey, do you think I can help you blow a random guy or guys sometime???…LOL. #theblowandgogirls”

I may have created a monster, a cute, sexy monster. I text back, “We will certainly have a lot of fun as long as you do as we say” I added a winking face and kissing face emojis.

Pam’s replied, “Yes, Miss Jenny!” and added three red hearts and heart face emojis.

I thought for a few moments then text her a photo of me wearing my still never used strap-on. She wrote back, “WOW! I guess next time I will get fucked by a big “cock” I’m excited!”

I thought so am I.

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Being Downsized Ch. 02

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[The relationship in this story is a Dom/sub relationship, based on affection, love, and respect. I put it in Erotic Couplings because there were complaints about how mild the BDSM was in chapter One. The sex in the story does NOT include bondage, torture, punishment or pain. No anal in this chapter. Your comments are welcome. No actual animals or people were harmed in the creation of this chapter.]

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Monica made a great breakfast on the day we were going into town. We were up, dressed and fed by six. The old pick-up ran well so we took it rather than the RV.

She was more comfortable on the way into town, less like a young girl on an adventure and more like a woman on a mission. She reviewed her lists and made a couple of additions. She joked with me, talked with me, shared her thoughts and feelings with me as we drove.

My first stop in town was the bank. It was one of those really small town banks with a manager and two others working there. I asked them how I could get another credit card for my account. Ten minutes later we had a temporary card for Monica and true small town service. The manager asked where she would be shopping and we named three stores. One of his employees called them and let them know the temp card was Ok.

I had Monica drop me at the Builders Center and told her I would be sitting on the bench out front when I was done. I guessed I would be done by 10:30. She headed out with directions on how to find the other stores.

By 10:30 I was a financially popular customer at the Builders Center. They promised to deliver all of what I ordered within three days. Two of the guys who helped me had fished out at the lake all their lives. They were glad someone had taken over who loved fishing.

When I stepped out of the Builders Center Monica was parked right in front of the bench. She smiled when our eyes met. I climbed into the truck and she said, “May I show you something?”

“Right here?” I asked, grinning like James Coburn.

“No, something else.”

“Sure, drive on.”

Five minutes later she pulled into a driveway. In the driveway three teenaged boys were working on three snowmobiles. They smiled when we stopped. Monica introduced me to the boys and told me they might be able to help us.

The oldest looking of the three, Chad, said, “Your missus says you two need a reliable snowmobile.”

“You know the old fishing lodge out at the lake? We live there. There may come a time when we can’t drive out on the road and a snowmobile could save our lives. That’s what we need.”

“My Dad has a three year old two-seater that is almost like new. I can ask him if he’d sell it.”

“Ok. What’s wrong with these?”

“Nothing. We love working on them. They are better now than when the factory made them.”

We talked for a while and we invited them to come out to the lodge for a good ride during the winter. Monica promised that if they would call first she would make lunch for them at a big discount. They smiled and said they looked forward to the first big snow. Chad said he would call us that night.

The back of the truck was pretty full. Three ice chests and the rest full of boxes. We headed home with Monica driving.

“Why did you promise them lunch?”

“So they would call and warn us they were coming. Having those boys walk in while we were playing hide the salami wouldn’t be good for us, them or the business.”

“Hide the salami?”

“That’s what my husband used to call it.”

“I think I would have liked him.”

“I do too.”

She was quiet the rest of the way home. We carried the big ice chests in and unloaded them into our freezer and refrigerators. They were loaner ice chests from the market. Next trip in, we would return them.

All the boxes got piled in the lobby. When we got up that morning it was cool. By the time we got the truck unloaded it was quite warm. I decided to walk out on the dock and maybe take a dip in the lake. I knew the water would be cold. It would also be invigorating. I told Monica what I was thinking and she started undressing.

I stopped her and said we should undress out on the dock and take a couple towels too. She got a couple towels and led me by the hand out of the lodge and onto the dock. As we walked she talked about how happy she was.

When I was a teen I saw some girls from my school out at the lake near our town. They were out on a dock, sort of like mine, and at first they were in modest two piece bathing suits. They thought they were alone. They didn’t see me or my 10X50 binoculars. I remember Mary Beth Carver was the one who started it. She had sunned for half an hour or so when she peeled off her top exposing the whitest breasts I had ever seen. The other girls squealed and waved their arms around. I was too far away to hear anything but the squeals.

When they calmed down Karen Billings removed her top. casino siteleri Mary Beth was slender and had small breasts and small nipples. Karen was much bigger. Her large breasts were also not as white as Mary Beth’s. Karen’s showed tan lines of a halter top. Karen’s nipples were bigger and slightly darker than Mary Beth’s. The others never took off anything. I remember beating off there in the woods and often for the next couple of months until Mary Beth started dating me and gave me a private showing.

Undressing on the dock with Monica brought back those memories.

When we were both naked Monica said, “You first.”

“When I was young I learned there are two ways to do this. One was is to slowly easy yourself into the water. One inch at a time until you’re in. The other way is to make sure the water is deep and jump in.”

“Are you going to jump?”

I took her hand and walked us to the edge. She looked at me and at the water, then back at me.

“I’m not sure I really want to do this!”

“You can swim, can’t you?”

“Yes!”

I pulled and jumped. It was wonderful until my foot touched the water. By the time I was ankle deep my brain was screaming, “Danger, Danger Will Robinson!” We both were screaming before we went under. We sputtered and kicked and resurfaced. Monica was laughing.

We grabbed the dock and pulled ourselves out of the water. Our skin was bright red and steam rose from our skin. I hugged her to me and we made shivering noises.

Her hand found what was left of my genitals and she said, “Oh No! Your dick and balls are gone!”

“They will be back. Maybe not until spring, but they will be back.”

I noticed how hard her nipples were and how puckered her areola were as well. We spread the towels and lay on them. In minutes we were almost dry. In half an hour I again had a cock. Monica’s nipples were still hard from almost being frozen. The view from our dock was wonderful, the trees mountains and the light playing on the surface of the lake were better than a postcard. The view of Monica was even better.

“Hey, mister, now that you have a cock, want to see if it works?”

“I need somewhere warm, wet and snug to put it. Any ideas where I can find such a place?”

“Perhaps. Maybe if you look very closely you can discover such a place nearby.” Her legs opened and her fingers parted her pink lips, showing me the way. I rolled towards her and moved my mouth to taste her pinkness. We were mostly dry by then, but it seemed that parts of her would take much longer to completely dry.

My hands held her ass as my mouth touched her lips and my tongue pressed between them. The taste of lake was quickly erased by the taste of Monica. The more I tasted the more she tasted like heaven. Her skin, at first touch, was still cold from our very brief swim. It did not take long before her skin warmed and my hands held warm cheeks, while my mouth savored the warm juices of arousal.

I ate, sucked, licked and nibbled between her legs until she grabbed my hair and held my head tight between her legs as she said, “I love it when you eat me!”

Her body shook. Her legs clenched. Her hands pulled at my hair. My response to this treatment was to suck hard on her clit and enjoy every sensation. For a while I wondered if her legs would relax their grip in time for me to breathe. They did.

When I released her clit Monica rolled over and raised her ass in the air. I lifted up and held onto her ass again. My cock lined up with her pussy and she pushed back, impaling herself on the hottest part of my body. As I pressed my front against her ass she said, “I love it when you fill me, too!”

Fill, empty, fill, empty our bodies moved together with the liquid motion of joining. Monica’s hand reached back, between her legs, and held my balls. She felt the sack tighten and lift my balls up into firing position. A phrase from my long ago military career came to mind; shooting at point-blank-range. My ego demanded I think of what was happening as my canon roaring. I roared. My pellet pistol fired multiple rounds into Monica.

I had spent enough time in the military to know that mine was not a canon. It was neither the biggest or the smallest cock I had ever seen. I did not want to know if mine was at the small end of Monica’s experience spectrum.

We rested a few more moments of the deck before we dressed and walked back to the lodge. Monica held my hand as we walked.

“You know,” she said, “You are the best lover I’ve ever had. I appreciate how you take such good care of me.”

“Talk like that could turn my head.”

“As long as it gets you between my legs now and then.”

“As often as I’m able.”

Three days later we were awakened by the honk of a truck horn. We dressed quickly and I went out to supervise the unloading of the truck from the builder’s center. With my help the three of us got everything slot oyna unloaded and put where it went in less than half an hour. As we finished up Monica came out on the porch in jeans and western shirt and asked, “You boys hungry yet?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. We followed her inside. She had set a buffet table with pancakes, sausage, bacon, hash browns, coffee, juice and toast. We loaded plates and sat at the table she had set for us. All the food was perfect. I know that because they ate a lot of it and they said it was good.

After eating I showed the boys around a little. I talked about some of the changes we would be doing over the winter and Monica left us alone. I knew and so did Monica that word-of-mouth was important to our business. The two well fed mouths headed back into town would talk. We were counting on it.

Monica came out as the boys climbed into the truck and handed them each an egg sandwich and a cup of coffee in a traveling paper cup with the lodge logo on it, for the ride back to town. By ten or so the truck was on its way back to town.

We spent the rest of that day dividing the lumber and other supplies and putting them where they needed to be. New faucet for cabin one, new doors for cabin two and three, other things for cabins four, five and six. Lumber for making new tables and chairs for the porch and dock went into the barn/workshop.

Over the next three weeks we made sure the roof of each building was sound, the plumbing was winter ready, our wood supply was stacked and ready. Chet and his friends delivered the snow mobile two days before the first snow. I parked the RV inside the barn for the winter. We believed we were ready.

By Christmas we had five storms drop snow on us. Three days before Christmas the snow plow came through and we used that as an opportunity to go to town. We ate in the restaurant, bought fresh fruits and veggies in the market, got whatever was still on our needed list and by dark we were back at the lodge. The land around the lodge was two foot deep in snow, with paths between the cabins, the lodge and the barn.

On February first I measured the standing snow at a spot twenty five or so feet from any tree or building. Seventy-nine inches. The lake was mostly frozen over and snow piled on it too. We had finished the work in the lodge and cabins number on, two and three. I told Monica that as each cabin was ready for the season we would spend the night there and properly test it to see if the cabin was really ready. She knew it was just an excuse for having sex in each cabin. It was our way of celebrating. Cabins one, two and three were tested and enjoyed.

That same week when the snow plow came through the driver warned us that two brown bears had been seen and they were not afraid of humans. He said we should be armed at all times.

The boys called and came for a snow mobile run and lunch. They had a great time and loved being able to stop for a hot lunch and sit by the fire for a while. Monica made calzones for them. Lots of sausage, cheese and a few surprises in her calzones. She also unbuttoned a couple extra buttons for them. She didn’t show them anything, but they thought they might see something.

Near the end of February Monica decided to walk over to the barn. She thought I was in there making chairs. I was up on the roof of the lodge pushing snow off. I saw her as she entered the barn. Not fifteen seconds later I saw a big brown bear walk out of the trees and head toward the barn. I had listened to the forest service guy and was wearing my old military Colt 45. I couldn’t remember seeing a gun with Monica.

The race was on. I went back inside, downstairs and out the side door, running for the barn. I entered the back door just as the bear entered the front. Monica stood right in the middle, between us.

The bear roared and Monica screamed. She had seen me so she started running towards me. I moved to the side just a little and shot the bear. My first round hit him in the neck and he swatted at the sting of the bullet. He reared up on his hind legs, roared again and came for us. Monica cowered behind me and watched. I aimed as carefully as anyone can with a 45 automatic and squeezed off another round. Blood squirted from the bear’s neck and he roared again. When he roared he opened his mouth wide and I put a round in his mouth.

He turned around and as he turned I saw a hole in the back of his head. He fell forward, away from us, and I’m sure the barn shook when he hit the ground.

After a minute I whispered to Monica, “Run into the lodge, call the Forest Service and tell them we killed a bear. Call Chet and his Dad tell them if they’ll come out here and help butcher this thing we’ll split the meat with them. Then, get a rifle and some shells and come back here.”

Five minutes or so later she cautiously walked back into the barn. She had our 30-06, some canlı casino siteleri shells and more bullets for my 45. The bear had not moved. We went back into the lodge to wait. Three hours later three snow mobiles and a snow plow arrived.

It was late that night before the bear was meat. Chet, his Dad, their two friends, and two guys from the Forest Service helped cut it up. The boys had brought bags to put the meat in. The Forest Service brought two big ice chests. Monica and I wrapped our share in butcher paper and put it in the freezer. We got to keep the skin. I had already picked a spot where it would be hung on the wall. The forest guys estimated it at seven foot and about five hundred pounds.

As we finished cleaning the barn and getting the packages of meat ready to be transported back to town Monica made dinner for all of us. Baked potatoes, green beans, and some venison from the meat locker in town. She would have needed to take the first cut from the bear to have it tender enough to eat that night. As we ate and talked I knew the word-of-mouth about our lodge would be solid and strong before the snow melted.

At ten the next morning the phone rang. It was the manager of the local Forest Service district. He booked all six cabins for the first weekend and the second weekend of May. An hour later he called back and asked if he could come out and see the bear skin. By four that afternoon he had seen it.

At noon the local taxidermist had called and wanted the job of preparing the bear. Monica invited him out to see it and talk to me. He brought ten guys with him. We fed all of them, and made a tidy sum that day.

Even though it snowed steady for a week we had visitors every day. Snow mobiles came, four-wheel-drive pick-ups came and a guy on horseback came by. Each looked, each talked, each booked for later in the year and each ate Monica’s cooking.

Monica wanted to go to town. She hadn’t seen a woman in two months. She didn’t know any of the local women and so she couldn’t just call one of them up on the phone. I made a deal with her. If the plow didn’t come within five days we would take the snow mobile into town.

The next day the phone rang and Monica giggled and laughed as she talked to whoever was on the line. When she hung up she came to me and said, “You did magic. Thanks.”

“What did I do?”

“That call was from a woman in town. Seems all the men who’ve been out here about the bear and everything have been talking about my food. That woman, Sally, and a few of her friends have booked lunch for today. You are invited to be in the barn or somewhere. This is girl-talk time!”

“What are you going to feed them?”

She stopped and thought for a long moment. She slowly went to the inventory sheets and looked at what was still in our freezer. Then she smiled and started gathering things. Two hours later the lodge smelled like fresh bread and something with chicken. I stayed out of her way.

I heard a truck stop out front and I went out the back door and headed for the barn. Just as it was getting dark Monica, a happy Monica, came to the barn to get me. The fire in the fifty-five gallon drum heater was down to coals when she walked in with a big mug of hot coffee for me.

I followed her back to the lodge. When the door closed she said, “I have friends! They liked my food, too.” Three steps later she said, “I saved you some. Hungry?”

I was. She had made chicken and dumplings and they women were right, it was wonderful. She had made the chicken in a thick curry with lots of veggies and the wonderful bread crust on top. She watched me eat and told me all about her new friends. She saved the best news for last.

“All six are booked in for the last weekend in April. Full price, including food.”

The snows hadn’t started melting and we were booked from the last weekend in April through the middle of June and nearly a third of the whole summer! We spent days finishing cabins four, five and six. That included nights of fun in each cabin. Cabin six was my favorite. In cabin six Monica and I slept in the top bunk of a set of bunk beds. It was even cozier than our first morning together in the RV, months before.

One evening that week Monica and I sat on the porch watching the sun set behind the trees on the other side of the lake. We were sitting in two of the new chairs I had made during the winter.

“Life’s funny.” Monica said.

After a long silence I said, “Funny how?”

“Less than six months ago I was lonely, feeling lost, alone, worthless and bored. Now I’m setting on our front porch watching a sunset with a man I love, I have friends, and I can say I’m happier than I have been in at least twenty years.”

“Oh. That funny. I understand. Two years ago I was stuck in a corporate job I hated, married to a woman who didn’t love me or want me and I hadn’t been fishing since I was sixteen.”

“What happened to us?”

“I got downsized.”

Monica slipped out of her chair and knelt between my knees. As she unzipped my jeans she said, “Let me see what I can do about upsizing, just for fun.”

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I think it was something about the way she looked when she drove her truck.

I’m not going to lie and say that it wasn’t also her strong shoulders, the way she exuded confidence or the way she made butterflies flutter in my stomach at the mere mention of her name, but it was definitely the sexy way she looked when she drove her truck that first made me look twice.

Working at a farm stand isn’t perk-free. You get to be outside for most of the day, there’s no greasy fast food smell hanging on your skin that’s pretty much a given if you work at a fast food chain like my best friend, Toni, or whiny kids and even whinier parents you find at the local pool where my other best friend, Chris, works. Sure, sometimes you get uppity yuppies rolling in from the suburbs who want to impress you with their knowledge of pesticides and “country living” but for the most part, you see the same faces week to week and mostly, they’re happy to see you and whatever’s been hauled into the stand.

Hauling isn’t really part of my job description, but I do my fair share of it. That and making sure everything in the stand is clean, making change and keeping an eye on the kids who are “just looking” to stick a few apples into their pockets or a couple of pints of berries into their backpacks.

But for the most part, like I said, everyone is pretty cool. I get to bring home a lot of good stuff for free, plus Maude, one of the owners, makes amazing lunches for the hands and there’s always enough for me, too. Plus when it’s slow, I can sit outside and work on my tan.

But free cornbread and chili got nothing on the perk of getting to see Her every Sunday morning. I can’t think of a better way to start the week. She rolls up in an old black pickup, throws open the door and the first things you get to see are those boots. I can’t say that I ever really paid that much attention to a woman’s shoes before, I mean, other than the cute sandals that have me asking the owner’s where they got them. They’re just old work boots, I’m sure I’ve seen a thousand pairs by now, but on her, there’s something about them. Maybe it’s that they’re always moving. She strolls through the stand, eyeing everything, sizing it all up. She always loads up on vegetables, tossing cucumbers and squash back and forth between her calloused hands. When I’m adding up her total, she leans against the counter and at least one of those boots is tapping or kicking or shuffling along the floor.

Not like when I’m bagging up her lettuce and radishes I’m honestly paying that much attention to her feet. Mostly I stare at those calloused hands, which are sometimes more caked with dirt than not but her fingernails are always perfectly clean. You could eat off them, a thought that has crossed my mind more than once and invariably while she’s towering over me, that half smile playing at her lips. Her lips are another part of her I can’t stop staring at and she can’t seem to stop moving. She’s always chewing on a toothpick, letting it just dangle off to the side, or a hangnail, which I guess makes it a good thing she keeps her nails so clean! I always duck my head and look away, but sometimes I think she has to know I can barely keep myself from drooling.

Drooling is pretty much all my mouth is capable of doing when she’s around. I turn into a complete idiot. A simple comment from her on the weather or how great the tomatoes look is all it takes to make my knees weak. Sometimes she’ll turn back and give me a wink before hopping back into her truck and that’s when I think I could just lie down and die on the dirt floor. Then she strides back up into that truck, starts it up with a rumble and is off for another week.

One of these days, I have to get up the nerve to say something to her…

“I’ve really been looking forward to the raspberries, I’m glad they’re finally in. They look great.”

“…Yeah…Great…Raspberries are great.” Super. Once again, my wit and charm have come just when I need them. Add that real slick response to the fact that she totally caught me staring at her as she loaded a bag of corn on the cob. And what did she do? Just turned back, stared right back and cocked an eyebrow. I, of course, turned redder than the beets I was arranging.

She just smirks again and pops one into her mouth. “They are pretty great. Have you tried them?”

I nod. “That’s one of the perks, you know…Working here.” Not my favorite perk, of course, but I don’t say that.

“Cathy runs a pretty tight ship, I’m surprised she doesn’t dock your pay.” She nods at Cathy, who’s busy refilling the bin of corn. “Morning, Cath.”

“Naw, I just make them chat with the rowdy locals,” Cathy replies, with a grin. “Morning, Trey.”

“Well, you just have to try and not get caught,” I say.

“These are paid for so you won’t get in trouble,” she says, picking one out of her container and holding it out to me. I start to reach out to take it, but she just keeps lifting it until it’s level with my lips.

“You haven’t paid casino siteleri yet,” I stammer.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” I part my lips and she slips the berry into my mouth, her thumb resting for a just a second longer than necessary on my bottom lip. Without missing a beat, she brings her thumb up to her own mouth, sucks on it and says, “Yeah, they’re good this week.”

I feel faint but somehow my mouth manages to get something out. “I’d say they’re good every week.” I blush even brighter, realizing how this must sound.

“But I’ve only had them Sunday mornings. I wonder how they are other days of the week, like say, Friday night.”

I swallow around the lump in my throat. “Most things are better Friday nights.”

She laughs. “An excellent point. What about around 7? I’ve got all these that I bet I’ll need help finishing off.”

“They can’t be that good if you’ve still got them Friday night,” Cathy jokes, sliding up to the counter to ring up the small group clearly on their way home from early morning mass.

I blush and start to mutter an apology to Cathy about the line but Trey cuts me off, her voice low, “I’d have to say you’re worth saving them for. Pick you up at 7?”

I barely manage to nod. “I live right over on State Street, above the Laundromat.”

“That’s convenient.” She nods at the counter in front of us. “So what do I owe you?”

“Oh…Uh, I uh…” I try in vain to quickly add up her purchases, put everything into bags and not notice the way she’s looking at me. “Eleven-fifty.”

She hands me a twenty and waits patiently as I count back her change. “See you at Friday.”

I nod. “Ok.”

I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until Cathy elbows me and says, “How about you roll that tongue back in and bag some of those turnips for Mrs. Morris?” I glance at her, ready with apologies and promises to not let it happen again, but she just shakes her head and chuckles.

“So what are you going to wear on this big date?” Mrs. Morris asks me, sliding over her stack of vegetables.

I laugh and grab a bag from under the counter.

*

Of course, what to wear is a serious concern that involves the trying on of at least ten outfits. It doesn’t help that I have no idea what we’re doing, though I have my own ideas, which lead to a very careful shaving of everything. Chris’ banging on the bathroom door is the only thing that gets me to stop fussing over my eye shadow.

“Anna! You’ve been in there over an hour! I’ve gotta take a leak!”

“Ok, ok!” I throw open the door.

She pushes past me and yanks down her pants. “Seriously, if you mess around any longer, your eyes are going to fall out.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m sure Marji spends just as long and from what I hear, you could stare into her eyes all night.” I turn to her and bat my eyes.

She swats me in the ass with a copy of Sports Illustrated that she’s brought in with her and shakes her head. “I swear, you all get together and it’s just yak yak yak.”

I finish washing my hands and flick the water at her before running out of the room and slamming the door behind me.

“Anna Banana, you know it’s five to seven, right?” Toni yells to me from the living room.

“Shit!” I run into my room and grab my purse. I pause before the full-length mirror. It’s been warm all week, so I settled on a denim skirt and a black tank top with a white button up over it. I slip on a pair of red heels and am doing a last minute check on my mascara when I hear the bell ring.

I stand by the door, my hand hovering on the doorknob. I can hear Trey and Toni talking, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. I hear Toni’s footsteps down the hall and I fling open the door, leaving her with her arm up, just about to knock. “Trey’s here.”

“I know,” I whisper.

“She’s cute!”

“I know!”

“You nervous?” I shake my head but I’m sure my face says it all because Toni just laughs. “You’ll be fine. Now get your ass out there, girl, and get going!”

I nod and take a deep breath and then slip past her and head out to the living room.

“Hi.”

She stands when I enter the room and offers me a bouquet of sunflowers. “These are for you.”

“Thank you,” I say.

Toni, the best friend that she is, reappears with a vase full of water. Taking the flowers from me, she gives me a little jab with her elbow towards Trey. “Have fun!” she says brightly.

“Thanks,” Trey says, offering her hand. “It was great to meet you, Toni.”

“You, too, Trey. Hope to see you again soon,” she adds, giving me a Look.

I open the door and feel Trey’s hand rest on my lower back, which just about makes me lose my balance. “Your roommate is nice,” she says when we’re out of earshot of the apartment.

I nod. “I have two, actually. But Chris is in the bathroom.” Oh god, why did I say that.

But Trey doesn’t seem to notice and steps past me to open the door for me, something I have always loved. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank slot oyna you. You do, too. I mean…Um…You look…You look nice.”

Trey just laughs. “I try.”

She holds open the door to her truck for me, too, and I try not to flash her my thong and get into the truck without incident. She rests a hand for just a second on my knee before closing the door.

If I thought watching her drive her truck from inside the farm stand was incredible, then I don’t even know what to say about getting to watch her up close. She steers with only her right hand, leaning back casually, almost like a movie star with her sunglasses, comfortably nodding along with the music. At this point, I don’t care where we go; I think that I could just watch her drive all night.

“I hope you’re hungry,” she says, flicking on her blinker and slowing to make the turn. I nod. “And I hope you like grilled veggies.” I nod again. She laughs. “I figured, since you work at the stand, but I guess that could just be your job. I figured since it’s so nice out we could just do a cookout.”

“That sounds great.” My nervousness is battling my excitement at getting to see where Trey lives. I’ve heard her say she just bought a house.

She makes the short drive out of town and we turn onto a gravel road. We talk about music, (we both like the Indigo Girls and she likes rock and Melissa Etheridge while I’m more into folk rock and Ani DiFranco), and movies (we both like action but not sci fi).

She pulls up next to an old farmhouse that looks like it’s in the process of being redone. She gets out and comes around to get my door for me. “Careful of the driveway…I’m in the process of redoing everything.” The image of her atop the tall ladder that’s leaning against the house, swinging a hammer, whistling like she sometimes does at the stand, tan and slightly sweaty jumps into my mind. I know one time she came directly from the hardware store and was wearing shorts and just the half-foot of her legs between those boots and her long men’s shorts nearly made me charge a customer $555for a $5 bag of cucumbers. I give my head a slight shake and try to smile.

As if reading my mind, she tips her head at me. “Everything ok?”

I stop mid-nod as her hand comes to rest on my low back, which has always been one of my more sensitive areas. That and the back of my neck. A few kisses in either of those places and I’m done.

She leads me around the house to the back, which has an outdoor table that’s been set for two, complete with candles and a bottle of wine. “This is so nice,” I say, setting my purse down and settling into my chair, which she pushes in for me.

“Thanks,” she says. “I’ll be right back.” She heads into the house and soon reappears with a tray of colorful kabobs. “I didn’t know if you were a vegetarian, so I figured I’d just play it safe and do veggies and tofu.”

“I’m not, but that’s fine.”

“I’m not, either,” she says, heading over to the grill.

“It was nice of you to think of it,” I add.

She grins. “I try.”

Dinner is perfect. At first I’m a little nervous, but soon she has me laughing at her stories about various mishaps fixing up the house and she listens so intently when I answer her questions about me. Our hands brush against each other’s a few times while we’re loading up our plates and each touch gives me goose bumps. The wine also helps get me relaxed and after we’ve finished eating, we go inside. She leads me through a large kitchen and dining room and into the living room, where I curl up on the couch. “I’ll be right back,” she says. She returns with a plate of chocolate and fruit and settles next to me.

“You saved the raspberries,” I say with a smile.

She shrugs, picking one up. “I told you I would.” This time, it’s her finger that she runs along my lips. I sigh, part my lips and she slips the cold fruit teasingly just barely inside my mouth and then removes her finger and replaces it with her mouth. Her lips are warm and her tongue pushes the raspberry deeper into my mouth then brushes gently against my tongue before she pulls back. “How is it?” she whispers.

“I think I need another just to be sure.”

She grins, picks up another and drags it slowly across my bottom lip before popping it into her mouth and bringing her lips to mine again. The kiss is tart from the raspberry but sweet from the wine. This time when she pulls back, I lean in a little, capture her lips again and I feel her tongue slip back into my mouth. At first the kiss is slow, careful, tentative, her tongue gently sweeping against my lips, curling in my mouth and pulling me closer to her. I sigh into her mouth, which causes her to press harder, push her tongue deeper into my mouth. I feel her hand on the inside of my thigh, slowly making its way up under my skirt.

Her fingers are slowly making their way up higher and higher towards my thong, which is getting wetter and wetter as her tongue continues its gentle dance in my mouth. I feel one finger just barely brush canlı casino siteleri against the lacy material, causing me to let out a little gasp. The finger retreats and I must have pushed back against it, though I can’t be sure what I’m doing at this point. My entire body is on fire. Her tongue is now licking along my lips, but she keeps pulling back just a little when I try to kiss her back, leaving me desperate for her mouth. Meanwhile her other hand is gently brushing against the edge of the front of my tank top, since my button up was lost after the second glass of wine. I can feel her thumb teasing along the edge of the material, never dipping below the top of the shirt. And then that one finger brushing against the front of my thong and I’m just about to go crazy. I press again down but her finger is nowhere to be found. “I think maybe we should move this party upstairs,” she whispers into my lips.

At this point, I’m willing to agree to move this party to China, and barely make out a breathy, “Ok.”

She stands up and helps me to my feet. Taking my hand she leads me up the stairs and into her bedroom, which has candles flickering on the dresser and for a second, I wonder about this and how well she has this evening planned but at that point I couldn’t care less. She pulls me into her arms and starts nibbling down my neck, pausing only to pull off my tank top. I feel her fingers working on the buttons of my skirt and within seconds, she’s also managed to slip that off. She continues teasing my neck, pressing into me and step by step, I back up until the backs of my knees hit the bed. Carefully she keeps leaning until we fall onto the bed, her knee landing perfectly between my legs. I press up against it, getting desperate for some direct contact on my pussy. Apparently she has her own ideas, though, because she removes her knee and begins slowly kissing down my neck, around my collarbone and around the edge of my bra.

I begin trying to get her clothes off, but my current position has me at a distinct disadvantage. I manage to pull on her button-down enough so that she finally pauses to pull away from me and slip it off. While she’s doing this, I take the opportunity to sit up and set to work on her belt buckle. She laughs and quickly discards her shirt, pushes my hands away and presses me back down on the bed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her voice is warm on my ear as she nibbles my earlobe.

“Trying to get your pants off,” I reply breathily.

“And why would you want to do something like that?” By this point, my fingers are curling under her t-shirt, trying to get that off, too. She chuckles. “You just want to get all my clothes off, huh?”

“All mine are off,” I point out.

“Not all of them.”

“All the good ones.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” But she pulls off her t-shirt, revealing incredible arms that up until this point I have only been able to admire from the elbow down, and perfect six-pack abs. She is still wearing a sports bra, but I am too distracted for the moment to try to get that off. I run my fingers up and down her abs, kissing the parts that my fingers aren’t busy with. “Happy now?”

I nod but I’ve already made my way back up to that damn sports bra and am just about to start pulling it off when she gently gathers my fingers and slips hers between them. She presses me back down on the bed, our fingers still interlocked and now above our heads. She presses them just hard enough onto the bed. “I think we’re even now.”

I start to shake my head and point out that she still has her jeans on but she cuts me off with her lips. This time her kiss is more direct, her tongue dips in and out of my mouth, deeper and deeper. Her hips are thrusting down into mine to the same rhythm set by her tongue. Slowly she pulls her mouth away from mine and brings it down to my neck, to my collarbone and then lower. She kisses my breasts around my bra and then begins to gently nip and pull the material down until one of my nipples appears over the top. She has by this point also slipped her index finger into my mouth and is sliding it around, moving it in and out just as she had been doing with her tongue. She gently bends and pulls her finger down so that I’m looking down into her eyes. Not breaking eye contact, she sticks out the tip of her tongue and barely brushes it against my nipple. I gasp and bite down on her finger. Still keeping my eyes on her, she pulls my nipple into her mouth and sucks gently. I let out another gasp. Her other hand has pulled my other nipple out and is rolling and pulling on it. Her finger slides from my mouth and I feel her eyelashes flutter against my skin. The finger that was in my mouth is now making its slow way down my side and to the edge of my thong. I feel my bra being pulled away and hear it hit the floor as her mouth sucks harder on my nipple before she switches over to the other.

Both hands are now gently running along the edge of my thong and her lips are making their way down my chest and over my stomach. I glance down to see her pulling at my thong with her teeth, then her hands come up and she pulls it down excruciatingly slowly off my legs and tosses it to the floor. I hear her let out a sigh.

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