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 ï>¿ OWWH 4: Jess and Aaron's New Neighbor

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   Chapter 1

   So, our first introduction to our new neighbor involved the police.

   We'd seen the girl moving into the apartment next door as we were
leaving for work, but didn't have time to introduce ourselves.  Perhaps we
should have.

   The girl was young and very heavy set, weighing north of 250 pounds from
the looks of it (not that I have a problem with that.  Just setting the
scene, you understand.) She was quite tall also; perhaps a hair shorter
than I am and she had jet black hair down to the middle of her back.  Her
name was Emma, though we didn't know that by that point.

   So anyway, at around 7 pm that night, Jess and I were playing one of our
games.  This one was  -œNaughty Pilgrim. - (Spoiler alert: I was the
naughty Pilgrim that night.) Emma would tell us later that she had heard
several loud grunts followed by a crack and a girlish scream.  She had no
way of knowing that the girlish scream came from me as a riding crop struck
my right ass cheek but, then again, she probably would have still called
the police even if she had.  She relayed the story to us; it went something
like this.

    -œ9-1-1, this line is recorded, what is your emergency? -

    -œHi, my name is Emma Russell and I'm at 327 Fish Road.  I think there
is a woman being beaten in the apartment next door.  Apartment number 1C.
- She was whispering into the receiver and speaking rapidly.

   She was sure she had heard a snicker from the 9-1-1 operator when she
gave our apartment number, but the operator was still professional and said
they would send officers right over to investigate.

   I hold no grudges; domestic violence is serious so I fault no one for
reporting anything suspicious.  However, thanks to the combination of our
preferred recreational activities, our somewhat noisy nature, and how
packed our apartment building was, we were well acquainted with all the
cops in our sector.  We live in a small town; we knew the operators too. 
It was Dispatcher Patty on that night and I'm sure Emma did not imagine the
snicker.

   KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.   -œPolice! - came the call from behind the door.  I
sighed.

   Jess had been in the middle of pegging me and holding a riding crop in
her right hand.  She was used to being interrupted.

   Jess undid the straps behind her and placed the crop off to the side. 
Walking over to the door she opened it, exposing our entire living room to
the hallway.  On the other side of the door were two smirking police
officers.

    -œHi, Ken, Sherri.  Come on in; we know the drill. -

   She waved them in.  She started to close the door behind them, but out
of the corner of her eye, she caught Emma peeking through a crack in her
door way.  She paused a beat, reconsidered, and released the door absently,
letting it swing open all the way.

   Emma's apartment door and ours were positioned at a 90-degree angle such
that, with our door open, she could clearly see everything in the living
room.  It just so happened that the  -œeverything - that night included
me, completely naked and locked in a set of homemade stocks.  Jess had left
the strap-on that she had been using still buried in me, so the leather
straps were dangling down and brushing against the backs of my thighs.

   Ken and Sherri were both in their early thirties.  Sherri was short in
stature with short brown hair.  She had a decent rack pushing out her blue
uniform and what looked like a tight ass inside the pants from what I had
seen.

   Ken was a giant at nearly 6' 6 -, well built, and ruggedly handsome. 
He had a standard police crew cut to his dirty blond hair.  I didn't know
anything of their personal lives but had wondered at least once if they had
ever been partners in more than just the police-sense.  Neither one wore a
wedding ring, but then I didn't really know if officers wore them while on
duty.

   Ken and Sherri laughed at the sight of me but weren't surprised by what
they saw.  Both of them had responded to our apartment several times and
while they hadn't seen this particular game, it didn't shock them either.
One of the other officers told me that when a call would come in, the two
cars assigned to the sector would meet up and play rock-paper-scissors to
decide who got to respond.  It was only fair, they said.

   They walked over towards me and looked down.   -œHi, guys, - I said up
to them.  My hands were locked in the stock but I managed to tiny wave
towards them.

    -œAaron, - Sherri said, tipping her head at me.  Sherri then noticed
that Jess had left the door open.  She started to say something before
catching the eye of the neighbor peering through the crack across the hall.
She was puzzled for a brief moment before realizing that Jess had left it
open deliberately.  She decided to play along.

    -œWell, we received a noise complaint, - she said, much too loudly for
the small apartment.  It was apparent she wanted the spy to be able to hear
everything.   -œSir, could you stand up, please, so we can ask you a few
questions? - Sherri said.  She was completely unable to keep a straight
face as she said it.  Ken didn't even bother to try.  For my part, I simply
scowled up at her.

   She turned to Jess instead.   -œMa'am, could you please release your
husband?  We need verify that he is not being abused here. -

   Jess laughed.   -œSure, Officer. - She undid the latch mechanism on the
side of the stock.  It didn't actually lock for safety reasons; it simply
had a gate-style slide bolt.  I had built it myself with the help of
YouTube and Home Depot.

   She pulled up on the upper half of the stock and I stood up slowly.  I
had been doubled over for nearly an hour; I tried to lean over backwards to
stretch my back but doing so caused the dildo still lodged in me to press
uncomfortably on my insides and I shot back up.

   I reached behind me to remove it but caught a mean glance from Jess.

    -œLeave it! - she barked.  I immediately put my hands back in front of
me.  My erection was sticking straight out in front of me; I made a
half-hearted attempt at covering it with my hands, more out of instinct
than anything else since both of the officers had seen me naked before.

   Officer Sherri (I don't recall either of their last names, so they will
be Officer Sherri and Officer Ken from here on) walked around me and
examined my back side.  The mark from where Jess had struck me with the
riding crop was plainly visible; it didn't really sting and it looked much
worse than it felt, I'm sure.

    -œMa'am, did you make this mark here? - She asked sternly.  As she
asked, she dragged a nail across the welt causing me to wince.

    -œYes, Officer, I did.  But he asked me to, - she said, all serious
and pointing at me.

   Officer Sherri feigned a look of shock.   -œThat can't be true, - - she
turned to Officer Ken -  -œKen, does that sound like something a man would
ask a woman to do? -

   Ken laughed and spoke for the first time.   -œDon't know, Sherri.  I'm
thinking that I sure wouldn't. -

    -œI didn't think so.  Guess we'll have to ask, Aaron then. -

   She turned back to me.   -œAaron, did you ask this woman to lock you in
that contraption and whip you with a riding crop? - She looked at my
backside to the leather straps still hanging from my ass like a tail.  
-œAnd ask her to insert that device in to your bottom? -

    -œYes, Ma'am, I did. - I was blushing a deep red by this point.  Ken
and Sherri got another laugh at my expense.

   Sherri returned to my front to face me.  Her nightstick was slid out of
her tool belt and she held it aloft in-between us with a grin.

   She lowered it back down and ran it along the inside of my thigh causing
me to twitch.  She leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

    -œSome day, when I'm not on duty, I really want to come over and use
this in a way that I am sure is not departmentally approved.  Do you think
your wife would let me do that to you? - I noted that she didn't ask if I
would let her do it.  I blushed an even deeper crimson.

    -œYes, Ma'am, I'm sure she would, - I whispered back.

    -œHas anyone ever used a night stick on you before? -

    -œNo, Ma'am, - I replied before adding,  -œnot *yet*. -

    -œSo, I would be your 'first' in a manner of speaking? - she prodded.

    -œYes, Ma'am, I suppose you could say that. -

   She smiled and said,  -œExcellent.  I'll keep that in mind. - Raising
her voice again, she continued.

    -œSir, can you please raise your hands so I can make sure there are no
other marks? - she said, still smirking.

    -œOh, come on! - I exclaimed.  She cut me off with her hand.   -œSir,
I am only doing my job.  This is for your own safety, you know. - Jess
damn near choked while giggling.

   I sighed and raised them, exposing my cock to the three people in the
room and our new neighbor across the hall.

   Officer Sherri seemed to inspect every inch of my body while I held my
hands up in the air.  She circled around to my butt again and tugged
lightly on the straps hanging there causing me to groan.

   She ran her hand across my ass cheek (the one that wasn't marked) and
squeezed it lightly.  I'm not sure how that was  -œchecking for marks -
but I let it go.

   Going back to my front, she knelt down in front of me and examined my
erect member.  She surveyed it like it was a fine gemstone before
declaring,  -œNope, nothing here to report. - I scowled down at her again.

    -œWell, Ken, - she said at last as she stood,  -œI guess that's it. 
Obviously, just a normal couple having a little fun. - As she was saying
that, she was patting her hand on the stock in the center of our living
room.   -œPretty decent craftsmanship, by the way. -

    -œUm, thank you, Ma'am, - I said covering my rod again.

   She ran her finger along one of the wrist holes.  I had lined each hole
in felt.  While I might have sacrificed a bit of authenticity, I felt that
my comfort was worth it.  Idly she played with the slide bolt and she
seemed to be imagining something to do with the stock.  Ken stirred her our
of her day dream.   -œK, Sherri, let's hit the road then. -

   Jess extended her hand to Sherri.   -œThank you so much for checking on
things, Officers.  I understand that you can never be too careful. -

   She shook Sherri's hand, then Ken's.  Sherri went to shake my hand and I
reflexively extended it before realizing that the palm had a wet spot of
pre-cum smeared on it from where I was trying to cover myself.  I glanced
at it as did Sherri who hastily withdrew her hand.   -œPerhaps another
time, - she said.  Ken tipped a finger from his hat at both of us.

   With that, they departed.  As they walked down the hallway I heard Ken
say into his radio,  -œSector 3 to base.  The usual for this address. 
10-9. -

   Jess turned her attention to the eavesdropper next other door.  Emma
gasped and pushed the door shut.  Despite this stealthy maneuver, Jess
still saw her.  I mean, the girl's door was literally three feet away. 
Jess reached out and rapped on the door.

   She waited a moment and was going to knock again when the door reopened
just a crack and the eye peeked back out.  Jess smiled warmly at it.

    -œHi!  I'm your new neighbor, Jess, and this is Aaron, - she said,
gesturing behind her to me.

   The girl sheepishly pulled the door open further and had her eyes
downcast.

    -œHi, um, I'm Emma.  Look, I am SO sorry for calling the cops!  I had
no- -

   Jess cut her off.

    -œLook, no worries at all.  This happens a lot. - She put a strong
emphasis on  -œa lot -.

    -œPlease, - she continued,  -œwhy don't you come over so we can talk?
-

   Emma's eyes darted to my naked body for only a millisecond before moving
to the stock in the living room and back to Jess.

    -œNo, I really don't think I, I mean, I can tell you guys are busy
with, uh - She was stammering.  It was probably justifiable.

    -œReally, I insist, - Jess said in the tone that she used with me when
something wasn't really a request.  It worked because Emma came out of her
apartment into the hallway, closing the door behind her.



   Chapter 2

   Emma wore round frame glasses and a loose fitting blue blouse with black
full-length pants.  The mole on her left cheek was perfectly circular.

   She was quite plump; well, perhaps a little more than plump, but I don't
believe in using the 'F' word.  Not 'Fuck', of course; I use that one a
lot. I meant the other 'F' word often applied to chubby girls and
invariably used as an insult.  Emma had a cute face and, though I hadn't
seen them yet, sparkling hazel eyes.  Breasts were somewhat on the smallish
size for a girl of her figure, but still respectable.

    -œSo, Emma, - Jess said, closing the door behind them,  -œwhy don't
you have a seat? - Emma darted her eyes towards me, then away to an empty
wall.

    -œUm, if it's all the same, I'd rather stand, - she said, making eye
contact with no one.

   Jess nodded knowingly.   -œI understand.  You are intimidated by my
husband here.  Aaron, - - she turned back to me -  -œback in the stock so
our guest will feel safe. - She opened the latch and top as I sulked back
to it.  Emma's eyes got huge.

    -œWait, no!  That's not what I meant! - she exclaimed.  Jess pretended
not to hear her as she re-secured the stock around my neck and wrists.

   She walked behind me and without warning pulled the dildo out of me.  I
gasped at the sudden relief.  Jess slung it over the top of the stock, the
straps hanging towards the back, the dildo itself hanging in front just
inches from my face.  I was acutely aware of where it had just been and
eyed it warily as it swung to a stop.

   Jess plopped down on a sofa; it was at a right angle to the front of the
stock.  She tapped the seat next to her for Emma to join her.

   Emma glanced at my face protruding through the wooden pieces and
reluctantly joined Jess on the couch.

    -œSo, Em, - Can I call you 'Em'? - Jess asked.  Emma was caught off
guard and blinked without answering for a moment.

    -œHuh?  Oh, uh, sure.  That's fine, - she responded after several
beats.

    -œGreat.  So, Em, again, I'm Jess, - - she gestured to herself, just
in case it wasn't clear,  -œand that handsome guy locked up in that 1600s
piece of punishment equipment is my husband, Aaron. -

   I smiled and waved as best I could.

    -œObviously, you've probably surmised by now that we are a bit on the
kinky side over here, - - this seemed to be a bit of an understatement,
but I held my tongue -  -œso I'll apologize in advance for the noise that
we will probably be making from time to time.  We are used to the
occasional visit from the long arm of the law as a result, though I do ask
that you make this your one and only call.  I assure you that despite the
screams you might hear, both of us are just fine and not in any need of
assistance. -

    -œGod, really, I'm so sorry about all that! - Emma blurted out.

    -œReally, it's ok.  It happens.  We appreciate our neighbors' concerns
for our well being.  I just wanted to let you know that we do take plenty
of precautions, we both have safe words, and everything here is strictly
consensual. - This was not the first time Jess had had to give this
speech.

    -œOk, yes, I get it, I'm sorry. - She was still stammering.

   Jess took her hand and held it in both of hers.

    -œCalm down, Em.  Take a breath.  It's ok, really. - Her tone was very
soothing.  It even made me feel comfortable despite my rather uncomfortable
position.  Emma looked her in the eyes and I saw her visibly take a deep
breath, just as instructed.  Jess had that effect on people.

   Jess made a big show of taking a deep breath herself, holding it, and
releasing.  She got the desired response of watching Emma do the same three
more times.

    -œThere we go.  Feeling better? - Jess asked.  Emma smiled wanly and
nodded.

    -œYes, Ma'am, - she replied.

    -œPlease, it's 'Jess'.  The only person who calls me 'Ma'am' is Aaron
when he is being disciplined. -

   Emma had forgotten about me for the moment and saying my name caused her
to spin around.  Sure enough, I was still right where she had last seen me.
I waved my tiny wave again.

    -œPlus, - Jess continued,  -œI don't think we are far apart in age
anyway.  How old are you, Em? -

   I noticed Jess continued to use 'Em' so that the Emma would get a sense
of familiarity with the couple she had just met.  And one of whom was bound
naked in front of her.

    -œI'm twenty, - she replied, still looking at me.  She appeared older
than that, I thought.  Perhaps it was the glasses.

    -œSee?  I'm only twenty-seven, Aaron twenty-five.  You are basically
just like us. -

   I'm not sure at all how that made her 'just like us', but I saw Emma nod
anyway in agreement.  There was a moment of silence while she studied me.



    -œUm, what.... - Emma began before trailing off.

    -œGo ahead, you can ask anything here. - Jess patted her on the hand
which she was still holding.

    -œWhat is he being disciplined for? - she asked.

   Jess laughed hard at that.

    -œWell, strictly speaking, 'stealing a horse from the local town hall'.
If you mean, what in real life?  Nothing, of course.  This is all in fun.
He really does submit to this willingly because he gets off on it. -

   At the comment of getting off on it, Emma tried to look down at my
member hanging below me, but her view was blocked by the front of the
stock. Jess saw her glance.

    -œCome on, let's go have a look. - She stood up and offered Emma her
hand.  Emma took it and Jess walked her over to me.



    -œTell me, Em, have you ever seen a guy locked up like this before? -
Jess inquired.  It seemed pretty clear from her expression thus far that
the answer was no, but Jess wanted to keep her talking to make her at ease.

    -œNo, Ma'am- Jess, I mean.  I haven't, - she replied without looking
away from me.  She had crossed to my side out of my line of sight and yet I
could still feel her gaze.  It made me fidget.

    -œGo ahead, check him out.  And you can touch him, he won't bite. -

   Despite the offer, she made no effort to touch me, instead merely eying
me over.  She seemed fascinated.  A thought occurred to Jess.

    -œHave you...  seen a guy naked before? - she asked.

   Emma didn't answer for several moments.  And she didn't face Jess when
she did.

    -œI've seen pictures, of course.  Also, I messed around with a boy in
high school a few years ago.  And I saw one of my cousins naked once.   -
The last sentence seemed distasteful to her.  Jess didn't get to pry
further though as Emma continued.

    -œIf what you really want to know is 'Am I still a virgin', then yes, I
am. -

    -œWell, take the opportunity to check out Aaron.  I'm sure he won't
mind. - I didn't.

   To encourage Emma, Jess took her own hand and ran it along my ass cheek.
I squirmed a bit.  Then she raked her nails along the right side of my
abdomen.  It tickled and I giggled like a little girl.

   Emma then touched me for the first time.  She ran her hand along my
back, feeling my skin.  Then she felt my arm, squeezing my muscles (not
that I have big ones, but she didn't seem to be disappointed with them.)

    -œDon't be shy, feel around, - Jess said.  Emma did and touched my
butt with her hand.  She gave it a light squeeze before running her index
finger up along my ass crack causing me to wriggle again.

    -œWhy...  why does he enjoy this? - she asked Jess as if I weren't
there.

    -œAsk him yourself, - she said flatly.

   Emma touched the inside of my thigh, tickling me again, before walking
around to face me.  The dildo was still hanging obscenely just an inch from
my face.

    -œOk, so, why do you? - she asked awkwardly.

    -œWhy do I what? - I asked.  I wanted her to say it.

    -œYou know, enjoy this, - she said, exasperated.

    -œEnjoy...  what? - I asked.  She could tell I was messing with her by
this point and she sighed audibly in frustration.

    -œBeing locked up like this and played with, ok? -

   I smiled up at her before I answered.

    -œI don't know, really, - I began.  She started to throw up her hands
in frustration but I cut her off.

    -œHold on, hold on, I'm not finished.  Obviously, I have a submissive
streak.  Being powerless to allow Jess to do whatever she wants to me is a
turn on.  I know, of course, that she would never do anything to actually
hurt me, but being in a position like this...  well, the feeling is
incredible. - I was probably still a lame answer, but she seemed content
with it.

   She pointed at the dildo next to my face.   -œUm, and this?  Why do you
let her use that on you? -

   I darted my eyes to it.  Yep, still there.  I looked up for a second as
I thought of my answer.

    -œThree reasons, I think.  One, it feels pleasurable having it
stimulating my insides.  Two, because it puts me into one of the most
vulnerable and helpless positions possible for a guy.  And three, because
Jess gets off on the exact opposite.  She loves being in control and having
the power; and, uh, ramming that - - I gestured to my right with my eyes -
 -œinto me gives her the ultimate feeling of control.  For obvious reasons,
I think. -

   I left out that there had been plenty of situations where Jess got off
on being in the submissive role as well.  Emma could go read the stories
online if she needed more details.

    -œWow, that is amazing... - she said, wonder-struck.

    -œYeah, yeah, enough chit-chat, - Jess said, interrupting.   -œLet's
get back to business. - She took Emma by the hand and led her back behind
me.

   I felt a hand, I assume Jess', rub my ball sack.  Another hand was
running along my pelvis.  It tickled and I went up on my tip-toes.  I
couldn't actually get away, of course, and the show of weakness made her do
it even more.

   A finger tickled the head of my penis; it twitched in response and she
did it again.

   Then I felt one finger tease the rim of the head, while the other hand
played with my balls.

    -œTease his nipples, he loves that, - Jess instructed.  She continued
fondling my package as I felt a thumb and forefinger grab each of my
nipples.  The feeling was electric as she rolled them around between her
fingers; I was quivering all over.







   Jess gestured to the cum dripping from the tip of my erection.   -œI
think Aaron is just about ready to blow.  Have you seen a guy ejaculate
before? -

    -œYes, - she said, without elaboration.

    -œDo you want to make my husband ejaculate? - she asked lightly.

   Emma was taken aback.   -œI, I, don't... -

    -œStand up and come back here, - Jess instructed.  I heard Emma's
clothes rustle as she stood back up.

   Jess grabbed Emma's hand and slapped it onto my hard member.  Emma
shrieked in surprise and I jerked at the sudden touch.  I could feel her
try to pull away; Jess, however, squeezed her hand, closing it around me.
Despite playing with my naked body, Emma still wasn't ready for this level
of sexual contact, it seemed.

   Jess held Emma's hand there until she stopped trying to pull away.  I'd
been erect for more than an hour by that point so I was already very
sensitive.

    -œGo ahead, - she prodded.

   At first, there was no movement.  Then, I felt her hand begin to stroke.
I was already very aroused and moaned loudly.  Encouraged apparently, she
sped up and tugged faster.

    -œKeep going, - Jess told her.   -œWatch how he responds to this, -
she said next.

   A moment later, I felt Jess' finger at my back door.  It was still
greasy from the dildo she had in there earlier and she slid right in,
bottoming out to the knuckles.

    -œEww, my God! - I heard Emma exclaim.  She didn't break stride,
though.  Between being fingered and jerked off by two different women, Jess
only plunged her digit into me a few times before I erupted.

   I cried as the first load was released.  My sphincter closed on Jess'
digit with each squirt on to the floor beneath me.  My member spasmed in
Emma's firm grip.

   After five forceful shots, I eventually tapered off to a dribble in
Emma's hand as she finished milking me of every drop.  Jess withdrew her
finger and I was able to catch my breath.

   Jess went to wash her hand in the kitchen sink; Emma released me and
admired her handiwork, namely, the puddle beneath me.

   When Jess returned, she said,  -œWow, Jess, you're right about the
feeling of control.  It is awesome. -

   Jess was drying her hand on a towel as she responded.   -œAnd I think we
can all agree that Aaron enjoyed himself as well. -

    -œI did! - I shouted to the two girls behind me.

    -œAaron really enjoys when I give him oral sex while he's bound like
this.  The helpless feeling magnifies the sensations, - Jess said.  Emma
didn't know it, but Jess had received the same experience with the roles
reversed, so she was speaking from experience.

   Emma seemed thoughtful.   -œDo you take him in your mouth a lot? -

    -œFairly regularly.  I enjoy giving it.  Well, more accurately, I enjoy
the feeling I get by pleasing boys.  Have you ever tried oral sex? -

   Emma was quiet for a minute.  She collected her thoughts for a long
while before she began.  While she did, Jess undid the latch, releasing me
again.  She handed me the towel she had used to dry her hand and, without
needing to be told, I knelt down to clean up my mess on the floor.

   As I scrubbed, Emma told us this story.

   Chapter 3

   (Note: the story below is written just as told to us by Emma.  It is
told in the first person as she related it to us.)
I was twelve when I went with my mom to visit my aunt.  Aunt Lucy had

two sons; Eric was twelve, like me, and Andy was fourteen.

   They lived on a farm and we were playing near a barn at the back of the
property.

   We were playing Cowboys and Indians.  I remember thinking that we were
all too old for that, but it was nice to have anyone to play with.  I
didn't really have a lot of friends.

   Anyway, they were chasing me and trying to catch me.  I was already
kinda heavy by that point and they were both pretty fit so I didn't stand
much of a chance.

   It was the usual kid horseplay and Eric caught me, tackling me to the
ground.

    -œI got her, Pilgrim! - he said in a pretty poor cowboy drawl.

    -œOk, pard, - Andy said in his equally lame impression.   -œLet's
locks up this here Indian Princess. -

   Eric stood me up, holding my arms behind me.  I thought nothing of it at
this point as he led me into the barn.

    -œKneel down there, Princess, - Andy said, pointing to the base of a
post in the barn.  I did, Eric still holding me tight.  Andy grabbed some
rope from a shelf and went in back of me, binding my hands around the post
behind me.  I tugged on them a bit; sure enough, they were snug.

    -œWell now, Princess, what do you have to say for yourself? - He said,
standing over me with his hands on his hips.  I decided to play along.

    -œYou will never get rid of us!  My tribe will come to save me and
slaughter you both! - I didn't bother with a fake accent, but I felt my
acting was pretty good.  I thrashed against the bonds for effect.

    -œIs that so? - he said.   -œSo, they're going to come and save you
from this? - He bent down and began to tickle my sides viciously.

   I burst out laughing and tried to pull away from his fingers but to no
avail.  He tickled me for a full thirty seconds until I was gasping for
air.

    -œOk, ok!  I surrender! - I said, still struggling to breathe.

    -œThat's what I thought! - Andy said.  He dropped down to the ground
in front of me in a kneeling position of his own.  And then things got
uncomfortable.

    -œYou make a cute Indian, Emma, - he said, much more quietly.  He
smiled at me and moved my hair out of my face.  I was caught off guard by
his comment.  No one had called me cute before; besides my mom, of course.

   Andy put his hands on my stomach and ran them up to my boobs.  I
struggled a bit again as he groped them, trying to pull away.

    -œHey!  What are you doing? - I shouted.  He ignored my protest and
just kept smiling.

   After a few unpleasant squeezes of my boobs, he reached down to the base
of my shirt and gripped it.  My eyes widen as I realized what was coming
next.

   I struggled again, but it did nothing to stop him from pulling my shirt
all the way up to my arm pits and above my bosom.

   I didn't have a big chest, but I had started wearing a bra by that point
and it was exposed to him.  He eyed it for just a moment before taking the
bottom of each cup and slipping it up above my breasts.

    -œYour boobs are beautiful, Emma, - Andy said, admiring them as the
sunlight streamed through the barn onto them.  Again, I was disarmed by his
compliment.  I was being attacked, I knew that logically, but he liked me!

   It was summer and the warm air felt nice blowing across my tits.  Andy
hefted them in his hands, feeling their weight.  Next, he used his thumbs
to toy with my nipples, watching, amazed, as they hardened under his touch.


   My nips stuck out like little pencil erasers.  He pulled on them and I
cried out.

    -œOww!  That hurts! - I shouted.   -œSorry, - he muttered, without
much sincerity.  He ran his hands over my globes for another minute.

    -œYou make me hard down here, - he said, rubbing his crotch.  It
wasn't exactly the most romantic phrase and Hallmark probably wouldn't
license it for a greeting card, but I was twelve and a boy told me I was
making him hard.  I'm ashamed to admit; I liked it a little.

    -œWill you do something for me? - he asked.  He didn't wait for an
answer.  He stood up and unbuttoned his pants.  He yanked both his pants
and underwear to the ground, exposing his fourteen-year-old dick to me.

   I was totally unprepared for it.  I hadn't seen one before and was
mesmerized by it; that's the only excuse I have for not fighting harder or
screaming for help.

   He was towering over me; his prick was pointing at my face, only a
couple of inches from it.

    -œWill you put it in your mouth? - he asked.  I was confused for a
moment before I understood what he wanted me to do.

    -œWhat?  Eww, gross, no way! - I said and began fighting again, but
Eric reached from behind me and held my shoulders.

    -œCome on...  the cute girls at my school do it all the time for boys
they like.  I think you're cute.  Don't you like me? - he asked.

    -œWhat?  I don't know, I guess.  You're my cousin! -

    -œAnd you're a pretty girl; a very pretty girl who's made me hard. -
He rubbed his erection to show me.

    -œJust put it in your mouth for a second, so I can see what it feels
like, - he said.

    -œI...  I don't... - I stammered.

   He stepped forward closer so that his teen-aged rod was right up to my
lips.

    -œIf you don't do it, we'll just leave you here with your boobs
sticking out.  Maybe I'll even call some friends to come see, - he
threatened.

   It should have occurred to me that he would have been in fantastically
big trouble had he actually done that, but it didn't.  Instead, I just
continued to kneel there, frozen.

    -œK, Eric, let's go.  Forget her, - he said, waving at me.  Eric
jumped up from behind me and Andy bent down to pick up his pants.

   I panicked.   -œWait!  I'll do it!  Please don't leave! - I shouted.

   Andy smiled and dropped his pants again.  Reluctantly, I opened my mouth
for him.  He wasted no time and thrust his hips forward, ramming his prick
into my mouth.  His body blocked out all the light coming from the barn
doors; his abdomen was all I could see.

   He jabbed around in my mouth and shrieked as my teeth bumped his
sensitive skin, but he didn't pull out.  He just held it there for a few
seconds, I guess enjoying the feeling of my warm mouth on his boyhood.  It
wasn't long before he got bored with that.

    -œYou are so pretty, Emma.  Will you suck on it a little? - he asked
in a friendly enough tone to make me forget that I was being sexually
assaulted.

   I should have bit the fucking thing, but I didn't.  I couldn't think of
anything except him above me, so I started to suck like he asked.  It was
probably the worst blow job in the history of blow jobs, but he didn't seem
to care.  I don't think he had any others to compare to.  Either way, he
didn't complain.

   After only a minute or two, he closed his eyes, started breathing fast,
and grunt as he came in my mouth.

   It felt pretty gross as the hot fluid hit the back of my throat.  I
nearly gagged as it filled my mouth, but I was able to pull my head away
and I spit it out onto the ground.  He was still climaxing as I did and two
more shots hit the side of my face.  One hit my forehead, the other my
cheek.

   Andy had his eyes closed and was grinning ear to ear.  He opened them
and realized that he was no longer in my mouth.

    -œEric, you want a turn at her? - he said over my shoulder to Eric who
was still behind me.

   Eric spoke for the first time since all this started.   -œN-No, no,
thanks, I'm g-good, - he said, stammering.

    -œSuit yourself, pussy, - Andy said.  He bent over and pulled my shirt
back down, not even bothering to put my bra back in place.

    -œUntie her, Eric, - he said to his brother.  I could feel his cum
still running down the side of my face as Eric fumbled with the ropes.  At
last, he got my first arm free.  While he worked on the other one, I took
my hand and wiped some of it off, smearing it on the grass.  Andy was still
hovering over me, waiting impatiently for his brother to finish.

    -œK, let's go, - he said to Eric once he finally finished.  And they
took off, leaving me there alone in the barn.

   I cleaned the rest of his mess off me as best I could, fixed my bra, and
left.  I didn't talk to either of them the rest of the day and haven't gone
back there since.  I never told anyone about it.  Until now, that is.

   Chapter 4

    -œHoly crap, Emma... - Jess said softly.  I had finished cleaning the
floor and had put on a bathrobe to cover my nakedness.  Even though the two
girls here had just brought me to orgasm, sitting nude next to them while
they fully clothed still seemed awkward.  Not to mention that I was a bit
self-conscious over the tiny size of my now-flaccid penis.  No need to
advertise it to the girl I had just met.

   We were all seated on the couch at this point; Emma in the middle, Jess
and I on either side.  Jess put her hand on Emma's back.

    -œYou know that you were raped, right? -

   Emma shrugged, eyes downcast.

    -œYeah, I guess.  I didn't have to suck him.  I could have, I dunno,
bit him, screamed, did something.  But I didn't.  And I am sure that part
of it is because he called me cute.  And it was a long time ago now, - she
said.

    -œBesides, - she continued,  -œwe basically just did the same thing to
your husband, assaulting him while he was tied up. -

   She had addressed Jess who started to speak, but I cut her off by
answering first.

    -œAbsolutely not! - I was probably a bit too forceful in my protest
because it caused Emma to jump.

    -œDon't think for a second that anything that happens here is anything
other than 100 percent consensual.  If I had wanted, I could have used my
safe-word and Jess would have stopped instantly.  I haven't had to yet;
Jess is a good judge of what I like and can handle, but I have absolutely
no doubt that she would stop if I wanted. -

   There was silence for a full minute before Jess broke it.

    -œShit.  Was....  was that your only sexual experience?  Before today I
mean? -

    -œNo, there was a boy in high school too... -

   Chapter 5
(Note: story again related as told by Emma)
We went out a few times over the course of a month or so.  He was pretty
hot and seemed to be into me.  One night, after a movie, we were hanging

out in his room.

   We were making out while sitting on the edge of his bed; you know,
kissing, groping, the usual high school stuff.  Then he got more intimate.

   He unbuttoned my pants and put his hand down my panties.  For several
minutes, he fingered me while we kissed.  He was pretty clumsy, though I
imagine no more so than any other high school boy.  His finger got my
juices flowing just fine.

   My hand ran across his crotch and I felt the hard lump there; he asked
me if I was 'ready'.  He didn't elaborate on what 'ready' meant but I knew
well enough and I was.  Well, I thought I was.

   I stood up and slid my pants and panties to the floor.  He got up and
dropped his pants and underwear as well.

   He put his arms on my shoulders and laid me down on his bed.  I let him
climb up above me.  He straddled me, his erection pointing at my belly.

   As he tried to aim for my pussy, he put both hands on the headboard
above me.  His chest rose above me, blocking out the single ceiling light
directly above the bed.  The feeling of being trapped, just like with my
cousins, swept over me and I freaked out.

   I began shouting  -œWait, no, stop! - as I pushed him away from me.

   To his credit, he did stop immediately and plopped back onto his heels.
I scrambled backwards so that my back pressed up against the headboard and
I pulled my knees close to my chest.  My heart was pounding and I had to
take long, slow breaths to calm myself.

   After a few minutes, I told him,  -œI'm sorry, I guess I'm not ready
after all. -

   He said,  -œOk, I understand, - but he made little effort to hide his
displeasure.  I felt bad; I don't even know why, but I did, so I offered to
blow him.  He said,  -œOk, sure. -

   I rolled forward onto my knees on the bed and took him into my mouth.  I
think I did a better job that time and he creamed in my mouth right away. I
swallowed all of it this time, gagging a bit at the nasty taste.  It was
just as gross before, but I didn't want to make him mad by spitting.  I
realize now that I shouldn't have given a shit.

   After he finished, I was still kneeling there, naked from the waist
down, with my pussy damp from him having played with it earlier.  I wiped
the remains of his seed from my mouth onto the back of my hand.

   I asked him if he would go down on me.  He said, and I quote,  -œFuck
No. - There was no way he was eating out  -œthe fat pussy of someone who
won't put out.  I heard that fat girls were eager to please. -

   I got up, put my pants back on, and left.  That was it.

   Chapter 6

   Jess made a comically loud  -œHurmph! - followed by  -œWhat a fucking
jerk! -

    -œI know, right?  That was the last time we went out.  Actually, that
was the last time we even talked.  He didn't call me after that and I made
no effort to talk to him at school, - she said sadly.

    -œThat's a pretty depressing sexual history, - I said.  In my defense,
I did regret saying it immediately, pretty much at the exact moment that
Jess shot me her look of death.  I'm pretty sure the words she mouthed were
 -œFucking ass. -

    -œSo, no guy has ever gone down on you, then? - Jess asked, turning
back to Emma.

    -œNo, no one, - Emma responded.

    -œThey don't know what they were missing out on! - I said.

    -œAaron has excellent oral skills.  I can attest to them, - Jess
tossed in.

   Emma was quiet for a moment and seemed to be thinking about something.
Jess saw the look.

    -œWould you like Aaron to go down on you? - she asked.

   Emma spun her head back to Jess and looked shocked.

    -œHuh?  No...  he's your husband! - she exclaimed.

    -œThat's true, but I am comfortable sharing him with a good friend like
you. - - Really, we had met the girl less than an hour ago.  She continued
before Emma realized that herself.   -œAaron and I are very confident in
the strength of our relationship.  Plus, Aaron enjoys making girls happy,
and I enjoy letting him and watching him.  So, would you be nice enough to
let Aaron do that for you?  For a friend? -

   Emma looked back to me.  Suddenly, in three sentences, it had gone from
an offer of oral sex to asking her to do us a favor and allow me to
pleasure her.  Really, how could she refuse a friend a favor like that?

   She didn't cave quite that easily but she was obviously mulling it over
and I knew it wouldn't take much more convincing to sway her.

    -œYou kind of owe us, you know.  What with that whole police thing, and
all, - I said.  It was a pretty shitty card to play, I know, but hey, you
have to work with what you have.

    -œBut only if you are comfortable with it! - Jess hastily added,
realizing that I had crossed a line.   -œEverything here is consensual,
remember! -

    -œI'm sorry, she's right, - I said.   -œThat was crappy of me. -

   Emma laughed at the back and forth.   -œIt's ok.  Not tonight, if you
don't mind.  But maybe I can take a rain check? -

    -œAbsolutely! - I said, a bit too quickly.  Emma laughed again.

    -œYou know, Emma, - I started,  -œyou really ARE very pretty.  And I
assure you, I am NOT saying that to get into your pants. - I ran my
fingers through her hair.

    -œThank you, - she said softly.  She started to blush.

    -œHave you dated at all since then? - Jess asked.

    -œNo, not really.  I didn't get asked out in school.  I didn't even go
to my prom.  That was two years ago.  Frankly, I haven't been asked out
since then either.  I've been to clubs a few times, but it isn't really my
thing.  I'm not really into a bunch of scantily clad 90-pound bimbos
gyrating around me while high on ecstasy.  I compensate for my lack of love
life by throwing myself into everything.  I work full time at a pet store
at night; I am attending college part time for business management; and I
run a side business doing dog walking and pet sitting.  I hope to someday
open my own pet store and hope the business courses will help me with that.
-

    -œWow!  You really do keep busy! - Jess exclaimed.  Emma shrugged.

    -œI live alone and try to keep to myself for the most part. - She
suddenly cringed.   -œExcept for when I'm calling the cops on my new
neighbors, that is, - she finished.

   Jess dismissed her with a wave.   -œWater under the bridge. -

   I spoke next.   -œHey, there's nothing wrong with being assertive
yourself.  If you see a guy you like, ask him out.  There's nothing wrong
with that.  I can assure you that Jess here has no problems going after
what she wants. -

   Emma seemed thoughtful for a second.   -œThere is a guy I work with. 
His name is Mike.  He's pretty good looking and seems nice.  We chat a lot.
-

    -œSee? - Jess said,  -œThere you go.  Go for it!  Ask him out! -

   Emma brightened a bit.   -œOk, maybe I will. -

   Chapter 7

    -œIf he's having allergies to the food, I would try switching to what
they call a 'Limited Ingredient Food'.  They have fewer things in them that
might trigger the scratching and makes it easier to narrow down what might
be bothering him. -

   Two days had passed since the events in our apartment and Emma was back
at work.  She was giving this speech to a mid-forties woman holding her
one-year-old Pomeranian.  There were vicious looking red blotches on his
paws where he had been chewing at them.

    -œChicken and wheat are two of the most common allergens.  Here, why
don't you try starting him on this one? -

   She picked up a four-pound bag from the shelf and handed it to the
woman.

    -œHe's a pretty picky eater.  What if he doesn't like it? - the
customer asked.

    -œAny food can be returned, even if opened, for any reason.  Just keep
your receipt and the bag must be at least half full. -

    -œThank you so much for your help! - said the customer, smiling as she
left.

   Mike, who had been stocking shelves in the next aisle over, heard the
exchange and came around the corner to talk to her.

    -œYou're great with the customers, Emma.  How do you know so much? -
he asked.

   Emma shrugged and smiled at him.   -œYou learn a lot as you go.  Plus, I
read a lot of online. -

   Emma had been with the PetHub for more than three years; two full time
and one part time while she was still in high school.  She loved animals
and loved helping people with their animals.

   Mike had only been there about six months, but Emma liked him.  He was a
bit younger than her at eighteen and had just graduated from high school.

   Emma was tall, but he was still a good three inches taller than her.  He
had short brown hair, a long, chiseled face, and was well built.

   They chatted a lot while working.  She knew he was single; he and his
girlfriend had broken up about a year earlier.  He still lived at home
while he decided what he wanted to do with his life.  He considered
college, but had no real thoughts about what he would study.

   His dad was a physician and wanted him to study medicine as well; Emma
knew that would never happen.  He was a nice guy and not dumb, but he
definitely didn't inherit dad's genes in the intelligence department.

   He WAS smart enough to realize that himself; he knew he wasn't  -œMD -
material and was OK with that.

   Emma thought of her discussion with Aaron and Jess.  She took a box of
dog food cans from the floor and cut the top off it while she took a deep
breath.

   'Here goes nothing,' she thought.

    -œHey, Mike? - she began.  She stacked the cans on the shelf while she
built up her nerve.

    -œYeah? -

    -œWould you like to go out sometime? - she asked sheepishly.  There
was a painfully long silence.

    -œOh, uh, you know, I'm not really looking to date right now...  You
know, since the break-up and all, - he stammered.

   That was total BS, she knew.  He had already been out with other girls
since the break-up.

    -œAnd, um, I don't really think of- - She cut him off before he could
continue.

    -œHey, no worries.  I get it.  No hard feelings, right? - she said
lightly.

    -œYeah, absolutely.  Still buds, right? - he said.

    -œOh yeah, of course.  Hey, can you finish putting these cans away for
me?  I just remembered that Roger asked me to check on something in the
stock room. -

    -œOh, yeah, sure, I'll finish it for you, - he said, taking the box
from her.

    -œThanks! - she said as she headed into the back room.

   There, she sat down behind a pallet of cat food and cried into her
hands.

   Chapter 8



   Emma knocked on our door that night at around 9 pm.  She had just gotten
out of work.

   She was smiling, but Jess could tell something was off as soon as she
opened the door.

    -œHi, what's up, Em? - she asked.  I was sitting on the couch reading
a magazine.  Fully clothed for a change.  I know that doesn't happen much
in these stories, but I actually do wear clothes every once in a while in
real life.

    -œHey guys, it's not too late to stop by, is it? - she asked.  I could
see her eyes looked a bit puffy from where I was seated.

    -œNo, not at all, - Jess replied.  It was a Friday night, so we would
have been up for a while longer anyway.

    -œGreat...  I was wondering if I could... - - she paused, clearly
working up her nerve for something-  -œ...could cash in that rain check
now? - she asked.  Her hands were in her pockets and she was rocking back
and forth on one heel, obviously uncomfortable asking.

    -œLike, right now? - I asked from the couch.  Not that I wasn't up for
it, it just seemed a bit out-of-the-blue.

    -œYes, right now, - she said firmly.  Suddenly she softened,  -œUnless
this isn't a good time for you guys.  I can- -

    -œNo!  Right now is fine! - I blurted from the couch.  Jess shot me a
look and a scowl.

    -œRight now IS fine, - Jess said slowly,  -œbut are you sure
everything is ok?  You seem...  off. -

    -œJust a tough night a work, - Emma said offhandedly.  Jess stepped
aside and let her in.

   There was an awkward moment while Emma just stood in the middle of the
room with nothing happening.

    -œUm, I haven't done anything like this before.  How does this work? -
she asked.

    -œWell, step one is we get you naked, - Jess offered.

   I hopped up from the couch.   -œI can help you, if you want. - I
reached for the button on her pants, but she pulled back a step.

    -œNo!  - I mean, no, it's ok.  I'll do it, - she said.  She reached
for her button herself, put her hands there, and froze again.

    -œUm, I know I'm here to get eaten out, but I think I need some
privacy. I know that probably sounds silly... - she said.

    -œNot at all, - Jess said.   -œWhatever you are comfortable with. 
Here, come into our bedroom.  You can strip down there and you'll find a
bathrobe hanging in the closet. -

   Jess led her through the kitchen to our bedroom around the corner.  I
waited patiently where I was.

   Five minutes later, Emma returned in the fluffy white robe.  She was
blushing furiously and holding the bathrobe tightly closed but she was
quite a bit larger than Jess and the robe wouldn't quite cover her whole
body.  Her cleavage was peeking through the front, and her smooth legs
showed as she walked.  Her black hair looked even darker against the white
cotton.

    -œWow, you look incredible, Em, - I said softly.

    -œThank you, - she said.   -œIt means a lot. -

    -œK, - Jess said,  -œHave a seat on the couch. - She led her by the
elbow over to it.

   Emma sat down carefully, holding her legs tightly closed and pulling the
robe over them.  Then she sighed deeply and released them a bit.

   I knelt down in front of her; this caused her to tense up again.

    -œIt's ok, - I whispered,  -œWe'll take things slow. - She smiled
weakly and nodded at me.

   I picked up one of her feet and pressed my thumbs into the ball of it,
massaging it.

    -œOoo that feels nice.... - she said.

   Jess sat down next to Emma and put her arm around her.   -œHe does good
work and has GREAT hands.  Lay back and enjoy it. -

   Emma nodded to Jess and closed her eyes, pushing back into the soft
cushions of the couch.

   I rolled her foot between my fingers and enjoyed the soft moans that I
elicited from her.  I moved on to her other foot and repeated the same
procedure.  She leaned over and tucked her head into Jess' shoulder.

   From the ball of her foot, I worked my way backward to her heel.  A few
squeezes there led to the back of her leg.  As my hand ran up the back of
her thigh, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

    -œEasy, girl, easy, - Jess whispered in her ear.  She relaxed again;
Jess guided Emma's head back to her' shoulder and Emma closed her eyes once
more.

   My hands worked their magic (if I do say so myself) up her leg until I
hit her knee.  At that point, there was nowhere to go except straight down
her thigh towards her crotch.

   Slowly, very slowly, I ran my fingers along both sides of her thigh.  I
heard her suck in air at my touch, but she didn't open her eyes.

   The point of no return.  My fingers reached up to the belt holding the
robe closed.  I grasped both ends of the knot but looked to Jess before
pulling them apart.

    -œAre you ready? - she asked quietly in Emma's ear.  Emma gave two
tiny nods without opening her eyes.  Jess looked back to me and gave a
thumbs up.

   With one smooth pull, the knot came apart and the robe fell open.  Her
thighs were tightly pressed together; between her belly laying on top of
them and the thickness of her legs, nothing was visible of her crotch.

   I opened the robe all the way to expose her breasts.  She continued to
clench her eyes shut and I could see she was biting her lower lip.

   I took a moment to admire her body.  Her skin was quite pale; I imagine
she didn't get out to the beach much to work on her tan, but I was ok with
that.  I'm a bit of a freak in that I don't get off on deeply tanned skin.

   Her legs and belly were completely smooth and flawless.  I placed a kiss
on the top of her left leg first, then leaned in to place another one just
below her belly button.

   My hands glided along her belly around to her full hips and rubbed up
and down.

    -œGod, Emma, your skin is perfect, - I muttered.  Jess took the hand
that Emma wasn't leaning on and ran it over her stomach.

    -œHe's right, it really is, - she said.  Emma moaned softly but didn't
answer.

   Pulling back, I stuck my hands gently between her knees and tried to pry
them open, but she resisted until Jess spoke in her ear.

    -œRelax.  Let him do his work. -

   She did relax and I was able to spread her legs open fully, exposing the
black tuft that had been hidden by her thighs until now.

   Her bush was very thick and not trimmed even a little; I couldn't see
her pussy at all, though I was reasonably confident that it was there.

   I much preferred eating out a pussy shaved smooth as glass, but I wasn't
going to complain; I would fight through the forest to get my job done even
if I had to use a machete.  Still, I would have to have Jess talk to her
about it.

   Jess reached down and ran her hand along the inside of Emma's thigh,
letting it wander north and up along the crease at her pelvis.  Emma
shivered at the touch.

   I leaned in as she did and took in the scent of Emma's love; her
dampness was glistening on her pubes.

   My lips closed on some of the fur sticking out and tugged lightly on it,
watching as the flesh on her pubic mound pulled taught.

   Sticking out my tongue, I licked the inside of her pelvis and was
rewarded with a giggle.

    -œThat tickles! - she laughed.  She had a beautiful laugh; hearing it
was a joy.

   Things got more intimate as I pushed in closer, the tip of my nose
breaking through her pubes and making contact with her soft lips.  I rubbed
my nose up along her slit as I kneaded both of her legs with my hands,
savoring the generous, soft flesh.  Her moist hair tickled either side of
my face.

   At last, I reached in and separated her pussy lips; her pink, damp walls
inside stared back at me.

   My tongue pushed in between them and I heard a low moan from above.  I
licked up and down, letting the edges of my tongue tease the inside walls.
Her juices were flowing liberally around my mouth.

   Jess reached down with her hand and used her fingers to move the hood
covering her clit.  I jabbed at it with my tongue for two little pecks and
I heard her suck in a lung full of air.

    -œOoooooo! - she moaned.

   I gestured to Jess to have her slide closer to the edge of the couch.  
-œPush your hips forward, - she said into Emma's ear.  While looking at
me, Emma wiggled her hips forward so that her crotch was right on the edge
with her womanhood pointed upwards and her feet planted on the edge of the
cushion.

   This gave me perfect access to her.  I placed my lips on her love button
and sucked on it; I saw her toes curl on the sofa.

   The position made it easier for something else as well.  I moved my
tongue back to her clit and made little circles on it.  I put one arm
behind her to hold her against my mouth and I used my other hand to push
two fingers into her slit.

   She was so moist that they slipped in with no resistance at all.

    -œMmmmm, oh that feels good, - she moaned

   I worked my fingers in and out of her, lubricating them thoroughly
before I made my next move.

   As I continued to spiral around on her nub, I slipped my hand down to
her bottom.  I found her rosebud there and laid my middle finger against
it. I put a gentle pressure on it to let her know my intentions before
penetrating her.

   She felt it alright, and opened her eyes to look down at me.  I pulled
away from her clit and pressed my tongue inside her again while asking for
permission with my eyes.

   She paused a beat before nodding ever so slightly.

   With one smooth shove, my digit plunged into her bum.  It was slick
enough that it popped in easily.  The feeling of the invader caused her to
clench around my finger which I held in place so she could get used to the
feeling.

   I returned to my ministrations on her button, tap, tap, tap with the tip
of my tongue bringing another moan of pleasure from her.

   I rotated my hand around, letting my digit tickle the wall of her
rectum. She clenched again and I pulled back on my finger for the first
time before sliding back in.

   Jess felt her starting to wiggle and knew that she was getting close. 
As I reamed her bottom, Jess slipped her hand down to the top of Emma's
privates and found her nub; she began fingering it vigorously while I
lapped her front.

   Emma was quivering all over; Jess' fingertip gyrated wildly around
Emma's clit.

   Emma cried out as all of this pushed her over the edge.  Her scream as
the first wave of pleasure hit her was loud enough that I thought we might
get another visit from the police.  Fortunately, she was the only new
neighbor that I was aware of.

   Both thighs closed tight around my face and pushed me away from her
lower lips as the orgasm rocked her.  I could feel her repeatedly closing
around my finger as Jess continued to flick her button.

    -œStop!  Please! - she said breathlessly, reaching down to pull Jess'
finger from her crotch.  I withdrew from her bum at the same time and we
both watched, entranced, as she writhed in ecstasy on our couch.



   At last, she stopped moving and regained her breath.  I drew away from
her legs and she slowly pulled them together.

   Self consciously, she moved one hand down to cover her pussy (as if my
face hadn't been buried in it sixty seconds earlier.) She then moved her
other hand up to cover her face...  as she started to cry for the second
time that night.

   Chapter 9

   I am not used to getting tears, either sad or happy, after pleasing
women and I was a bit flummoxed as for what to do; I decided to sit there
on my heels looking stupidly at her nude body.

   Jess handled it much better by pulling Emma tightly against her chest.
Jess coddled her head and shushed her softly as Emma cried hard against
her. The tears made huge dark spots on Jess' red blouse.

    -œIt's ok, it's ok... - Jess repeated in whispers.

   I gave Jess a questioning look and she waved at me to be still.  I had
no idea what was going on and neither did Jess, but Jess knew to just let
it run its course until she was ready to talk.  And, after a few minutes,
she was.

   Emma pushed herself up from Jess and began apologizing.

    -œOh God, I'm so sorry.  I made a mess of your blouse... - She started
rubbing at Jess' chest, as if somehow she could make it not wet.  Jess took
her hand and held it in hers.

    -œShhhh...  it's ok, don't worry about it, - Jess soothed.

   Emma blubbered for a few more seconds before rubbing the last of the
tears from her eyes.

    -œOk, I'm ok now, I'm sorry, - she said.

    -œIt's ok.  Talk to me.  Tell me what's going on.  If you weren't ready
for this and we pressured you, I'm very sorry- - Jess began.

    -œNo, no, no, it's not anything like that at all, - Emma said, waving
her hand.   -œIt's silly, really... -

    -œYou can tell us, just take your time, - said Jess.

   Emma took a deep breath, held it, and let it out.

    -œOk.  You remember Mike at work that I mentioned?  Well, I asked him
out like you guys said and I got shot down.  See?  I told you it was silly,
- Emma blew air straight up making her hair wave.

    -œHey, hey, hey.  It's not silly, - Jess said, patting Emma on the
arm.  -œLook, rejection sucks.  A lot.  But you should be proud of
yourself. Asking a guy out is a huge step. -

    -œAnd he obviously doesn't know what he's missing out on! - I
volunteered.  I got up from my spot on the floor and went to sit next to
Emma.  I leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek.  She turned to me and
gave me a weak smile.

    -œYour compliments are why I came here today.  You've been so nice to
me and I needed to feel wanted. - I caressed her head as she spoke.

    -œI meant everything I said, - I said adamantly.

    -œI know, I believe you.  Unfortunately, you're kinda married to
someone else, - she said with a nod of her head towards Jess.   -œAnd
realizing that is what made me cry.  I'm better now though.  Oh, and, um,
thank you for going down on me.  It was great! -

    -œAny time! - I said immediately.  Jess laughed.

    -œWell, - Jess said.   -œAny time that I approve it! -

    -œYeah, what she said, - I finished.

   Emma laid herself down across my lap, back to me.  I put my arm around
her stomach, slipping my hand in the opening of the robe to feel her soft
skin.

    -œI know I'm ugly, but I thought maybe he would of... - she said,
trailing off.

    -œStop it! - I said.   -œYou aren't ugly.  Just because he doesn't see
the beauty that I do, doesn't mean there isn't someone else out there who
will as well. -

   Jess snapped her fingers.   -œThat's it!  We need to help her find that
someone! -

   Chapter 10

   Ten minutes later, we were in the other half of the split living room
where we kept our computer.  Emma was still wearing her robe and was
standing on the side of Jess who was seated in front of it.

    -œAaron, get the digital camera so we can take some shots, - Jess
instructed.  I ran to the bedroom to get it.  Yes, that's where we keep it
and, yes, for exactly the reasons you think.

   Emma was standing in the room holding the robe tightly around herself
when I returned.  She eyed the camera warily.

    -œYou know I'm still naked under here, right? - she asked hesitantly.

   Jess reassured her.   -œDon't worry, we aren't taking THOSE kinds of
photos.  Aaron is pretty skillful with that thing, so I'll let him handle
that part. - Jess turned back to the computer and started typing.

    -œCome on, - I said,  -œlet's head back to the other room where there
is more light. -



    -œAlright, let's start with some head shots.  Give me a smile, - I
said.  I had her stand in the middle of the room while I crossed to the
opposite side and dropped down onto one knee.

   She stood there awkwardly and gave me one of the weakest smiles in the
history of photography.  I placed the camera on the floor and walked back
over to her.  My phone came out of my pocket and I opened a browser.

    -œYou're into animals, right? - I asked.  Puzzled, she just nodded.  I
typed on the phone for a moment and handed it to her.

   She blinked at it in confusion then started to laugh.  As she did, I
walked behind her and massaged her shoulders to loosen her up.

    -œKeep scrolling; I'll let you know when I'm done, - I said.  And she
did, scrolling through pages of Google images tagged with  -œCute Puppies.
-

   In between  -œAwes -s and  -œOh so cute!s -, I kneaded her shoulders
and the top of her back.  Finished, I leaned in and kissed her on the neck.
She reached around with her free hand and cupped the back of my head.

    -œMmmmm... - she moaned.

    -œMore relaxed now? - I inquired.

    -œYes, thanks, - she said smiling.  I hurried back into position and
grabbed the camera.

   Her smile lit up the room this time and I snapped several shots.  I had
her lower the robe to expose her shoulders and pull her hair forward so
that it draped in front.  Several more shots.

   For the next couple, I had her take off her glasses.  She warned me that
she was basically blind without them, but I told her not to worry.  If she
tried to walk into anything, I would stop her like a seeing eye dog.  That
made her laugh and I managed to catch that shot as well.  Her laugh was
genuine and pure.

   I had her lie on the couch for the next shot.  I told her to lower the
bathrobe down below her breasts and that caused her to suddenly tense up.

    -œI'm not going to take any shots that aren't PG, I assure you.  I want
the top of your chest and shoulders to be visible though.  And I promise
you will be able to preview every picture once we finish. -

   She relaxed again and did as requested.  One shot had her propped on her
elbow, giving the camera a sultry look.  Another had her draping her head
over the back of the couch.  The last one had her with her knees against
her chest, arms around her legs and looking up to the corner of the room.

    -œAlright, one money shot, so to speak, - I said.  I asked her to
stand up and squeeze her boobs together.

    -œBut, you said- - she began.

    -œNo boobs will be visible, honest.  I want to get some cleavage going
though, - I explained.

    -œOh, ok, - she said.  She did as I asked and pushed her boobs in and
up.  Then I told her to give the camera a pouty face.

   As planned, you could see her pretty face above a cavernous amount of
cleavage, though everything was still Safe-For-Work, as they say.

    -œPerfect!  That should be plenty for now, I think. - She hopped off
the couch and pulled the robe back over her shoulders.  As promised, I
turned the camera around so she could see the photos.

    -œOh my God, these pictures are incredible.  You're amazing... - she
said softly after finishing.

    -œNo, - I replied,  -œYOU'RE amazing.  The pictures only capture what
was already there and, as I said before, you really are beautiful.  This is
just the hard proof of it. -

   Jess yelled from the other room.   -œWhat the fuck is taking so long for
you guys to get me a head shot! -

    -œComing! - I yelled back.   -œGuess we're done here, - I said to
Emma.

    -œHehe, I think so, - she giggled.





    -œOk, - Jess said once we had returned,  -œI've started the profile.
Have a look. -

   Emma leaned over her shoulder and read the screen.

   She read aloud the first line.   -œ'Username, SexyKittyTwenty'.  Really?
- she asked incredulously.

    -œHey, you're twenty, like animals, and you're sexy.  Keep reading
already, - Jess said, defending herself.
Username: SexyKittyTwenty
Busy, full figured twenty-something seeks male between twenty and thirty

years old to spend time with
Enjoys: Oral sex
Drinks: <blank>
Smokes: <blank>

   Deal breakers: Must like animals!



    -œEnjoys oral?!  You can't be serious! - Emma exclaimed.

   Jess laughed.   -œYou do, don't you?  Ok, you're right, I'm not serious.
I didn't have anything else to put there but thought that was funny.  Feel
free to suggest your own. -

   Emma leaned over the keyboard and deleted the oral sex line.  She
pondered for a moment before filling in the other answers.


Drinks: no, but ok if you do
Smokes: no and non-smokers only
Enjoys: Movies, candle light dinners, walks on the beach, and cuddling



   Jess read them over.   -œA bit bland and stereotypical but we can work
with that.  Give me the camera so I can upload the photos. - I handed it
over to her.

   After copying them, Jess clicked through the pictures in silence.

    -œWow, these are some sexy shots, - Jess said.   -œSomeone is going to
be whacking off to that cleavage shot for sure. - That comment made Emma
blush and pull the robe closed tighter.

   Jess clicked the mouse and clapped her hands together.   -œK, you're
officially 'on the market'. -

    -œThank you.  Both of you, I mean.  For everything, - she said.  Then
her faced looked stricken.

    -œWhat if.... - she began,  -œwhat if they want to have sex?  I'm
still a virgin, like I said. -

   Jess answered.   -œHey, you don't do anything that you are uncomfortable
with.  They go by your time-table, not theirs, and there is nothing wrong
with wanting to wait. -

    -œWell, it's not that, really.  I'm not looking to wait, but you two
are the first people that I've even been naked in front of in over three
years.  What if I don't know what to do or  --. - she trailed off.

    -œThere's no instruction book.  You'll figure things out, don't worry.
It's really not that complicated. - Jess made a circle with her thumb and
forefinger on one hand and plunged the middle finger of her other hand
through it by way of example.  Emma blushed furiously.

   All the talk of sex had gotten to me and my erection was pushing
painfully against my pants.  I not-very-subtly reached down and tried to
move it around to ease it.  Jess caught my action out of her peripheral
vision.

    -œYou know, - she said,  -œI might have an idea about how we can make
you less anxious about sex... -

   Chapter 11

   Jess took me by the hand and turned to Emma.  She crooked her finger at
her in a  -œCome here - gesture and led us both back to the living room.

   Without saying anything, Jess began unbuttoning my pants.  Emma's eyes
went wide.

    -œI, I...  don't think I am ready for- -

   Jess interrupted her.   -œCalm down.  You're not doing anything.  You
are just going to watch.  Have a seat, - she said, pointing to the floor.

   My pants were down on the floor and my underwear stuck out in front of
me.  Emma had already seen everything I had, of course, and yet I was
embarrassed.  No doubt some of the embarrassment stemmed from the obscene
wet spot that had formed in the middle of my tighty-whities.  Emma's eyes
were drawn right to it.

   Jess was about to pull my underwear down when she noticed both Emma's
look and my discomfort.  Unfortunately for me, that gave her incentive to
draw things out more.

   Instead of pulling my underwear down, she tugged at the bottom of the
legs; ostensibly straightening them, but in reality doing absolutely
nothing other than wasting time.

   She pretended to then notice the wet spot herself and frowned at it in 
-œconfusion. - She took her finger and dabbed at the wet spot.  She pulled
her finger back and, surprisingly, now there was a wet spot on the tip of
her finger as well.  She sniffed it suspiciously before abruptly sticking
it in her mouth and sucking on it.  Emma's look of shock was priceless.

   Jess quit wasting time and yanked my underwear down, exposing me again
to Emma.   -œArms up! - she barked to me.  I did so and she pulled my
shirt up and off over my head.

   With much less build up, she undid her own pants and pulled both them
and her panties to the floor.  Emma's eyes fell on Jess' shaved pussy, but
she said nothing.

    -œOk, it's very late so we will need to dispense with some of the usual
foreplay, - Jess said to me.

   Emma glanced up at the clock on the wall.  Sure enough, it was after
midnight.

    -œOne second, - Jess said, heading towards the bedroom.  I was left
there standing, naked and erect, in front of Emma.  I twiddled my thumbs.

   Thankfully, Jess returned right away with a bottle of lube.  She held it
up for Emma, as if displaying it for a commercial.

    -œHopefully, the guy you are with will take the time to make sure you
are very wet down there before attempting entry.  Aaron here is normally a
very considerate lover so this bottle is usually only needed for anal
penetration; either him or me, - she explained.  Emma's eyes went huge at
the talk of anal play and they darted to both of our asses.

    -œBut, if the guy is selfish, then you might need to lube things up
yourself first. - She opened the bottle and squirted some into her hand.
First, she worked it over my hard member then reached down to push some
into her slit.

   She clapped her hands together.   -œK, let's do this! - She dropped
down on the floor onto her back and slapped her thighs.   -œUp!  Let's go!
- she ordered.  This wasn't exactly her most romantic move, but I would be
lying if I said that the thought of screwing my wife in front of our new
neighbor wasn't erotic.

   She spread her legs apart and waited for me to climb onto her.  I
glanced at Emma who was sitting cross-legged only a couple of feet away. 
The robe was open at the bottom and I could see her black mound peeking
out.

   I dropped to my knees and pushed Jess' legs open further.  I placed the
head of my dick against her slit and braced myself on either side of her
head.

   With one push, my well-greased rod slipped into Jess' well-greased
pussy. She had already been quite wet before the lube and now it felt like
I was screwing on a Slip-N-Slide.

   I stole a glance at Emma who was leaning forward and watching intently.
I was pounding pretty hard into Jess, perhaps to  -œimpress - Emma with my
abilities.  Pathetic, I know.

    -œSlow down there, tiger.  Place yourself, - Jess said to me. 
Actually, I'd been aroused for quite a while and the only thing that had
kept me from cumming already was the lack of friction due to the excessive
lubrication.

    -œNormally, - Jess said, turning back to Emma and continuing her
lecture,  -œAaron will either play with my clit or go down on me before sex
to get things going.  Usually, I will masturbate him for a while first as
well.  It helps make things last longer as it gives me much greater control
of the situation.  Aaron's staying power is not legendary. -

    -œHey! - I said indignantly.

    -œAre you going to deny it? - Jess challenged, staring me down.

    -œNo, - I said, sulking.  I'm pretty sure I gave a few extra hard
thrusts out of spite.  She didn't seem to notice though.

    -œAnyway, - she said, returning to Emma,  -œI never orgasm from
intercourse alone, so either Aaron, or I, will play with my clit while he
penetrates me.  However, I would like you to do it for me. -

   Clearly, Emma hadn't seen that coming.   -œMe?! -

    -œYes, you.  Over here now. - She pointed to the spot on the floor
next to her with sudden authority.  Emma obeyed at once.

    -œK, reach in for my clit, - she directed.  But Emma sat there frozen.

    -œDon't act like you haven't played with your own.  I'm sure you know
how.  And Aaron here can't last forever. - Indeed, I had slowed down
considerably as I felt myself growing ever closer to the edge.

   Tentatively, Emma reached down in-between Jess and I to the top of her
slit.  She used two fingers, on one hand, to pull apart the top of Jess'
pussy that I was currently still impaling.  With her other hand, her middle
finger quickly found Jess' clit, just as predicted.

   She only rubbed a couple of times before Jess winced.   -œHold up. -

   I didn't know if she was talking to me or Emma, but either way, we both
stopped.   -œEmma, your finger is too dry.  Push it into me to lubricate
it. -

   Emma looked down and frowned.   -œBut...  he's inside you still. -

    -œIt's ok, I have plenty of room in there, even with Aaron in me, -
she said.  I scowled.  I wasn't sure if it was a dig at me or herself, but
I scowled anyway.

    -œJust shove your finger alongside him and work it in and out a few
times, - Jess instructed, ignoring my dirty look.

   Emma still seemed uncertain, but cautiously reached in-between our
privates to do as she was told.  Very carefully, she took her finger and
ran it along my shaft and into Jess.

   I gasped; the feeling of Emma's digit rubbing against my manhood and
into Jess while I knelt there impaling her was amazing and I nearly came.
That would not have bolstered my defense of my staying power.  I bit the
inside of my cheek though and managed to control myself.

   Emma withdrew her slippery finger and went back to the top of Jess'
vagina.  In retrospect, with all the lube already involved, I seriously
doubt Emma's dry finger was actually uncomfortable for her.  I think it was
just part of her plan.

   Anyway, I resumed thrusting into my wife and Emma gently tickled Jess'
clit.

    -œCome on, faster.  Both of you! - she barked.

   We both did go faster.  Emma was flicking Jess' clit like a tiny
speed-bag while I continued to thrust.  I wasn't sure how much longer I was
going to last, but luckily I didn't have to hold out much longer.

   Jess shouted  -œOh FUCK! - as the orgasm hit her.  Emma was flicking
her nub at full throttle now and I felt Jess contract around my manhood.

   That squeezing did me in; I grunted loudly as I exploded into her.  Jess
continued to writhe below me as Emma strummed her lady bits.

   Jess' eyes were closed tight; one of her hands squeezed my leg while the
other gripped Emma's arm.  She rolled beneath me as I shot several more
times into her.

   At last, she let out a low final moan of pleasure and opened her eyes.
She smiled first at me, then Emma, whom she blew a kiss to.

    -œWow, that was hot... - Emma murmured.  I slid out of Jess and down
onto my butt.  My dick was still dribbling; I caught the trickle in my hand
awkwardly as Jess sat up and hugged Emma.

    -œThank you, - Jess said to her before leaning over and kissing her on
the lips.  Emma's shock was obvious as Jess put a hand behind her head.  I
found it quite erotic as I held my rapidly softening penis in my hand.

   I got up and went to the kitchen to wash my hand.  When I returned, Jess
and Emma were both standing.  My love juice was clearly visible all over
lady parts, but she was ignoring it.  I saw Emma staring at her pussy
rather shamelessly though.

   Jess looked over at the clock again.

    -œOk, it's very late.  We need to call it a night, - Jess declared. 
This broke Emma out of her trance.

    -œAlright, let me go change and I'll head back to my apartment, - Emma
said, standing up.  She turned to head to our bedroom where her clothes
still were.

    -œNo, you won't, - Jess said, shaking her head.  Emma stopped short. 
-œHuh? -

    -œIt's very late.  You'll spend the night here with us, - Jess said
firmly.

    -œBut- - Emma began to protest before Jess raised her hand.

    -œNo 'but's.  That's final.  You spend the night with us.  It's too
late for you to walk home. -

   Now, even if Emma had been drinking, which she hadn't, the walk home
was, literally, just about twenty-five feet from where we were currently
standing.  But the prospect of her spending the night with us was just fine
with me.

    -œUm, ok, I can sleep on your couch, I guess... - Emma said
uncertainly.

    -œNonsense.  We have a king size bed, - - which was true.  It really
filled our small apartment bedroom but the extra roll-around real-estate
made it worth it -  -œand I think we've all seen each other's adult bits,
so there is no reason not to.  Come. - She grabbed Emma by the hand and
damn near knocked her off her feet tugging her towards the bedroom.

   In the bedroom, Jess went to the night stand and took a facecloth from
the pile that we each keep for post-sex cleaning.  Unceremoniously, she
jammed it into her slit and wiped all the excess semen from it.  She eyed
it, apparently satisfied by whatever she saw, and threw it into the hamper.
She picked up a second one and tossed it to me.  I cleaned myself without
instructions.

   Emma, meanwhile, just stood and watched our routine.  I decided to help
her (great guy that I am) and put my hands on her shoulders to take the
bathrobe.  Startled, she grabbed at my hands to stop me.  She met my gaze
for a moment before letting go.  The robe slipped off her shoulders and she
let me take it off entirely.

   Her full, nude body was before me.  I made no effort to keep from
checking her out; I loved everything I saw and only the fact that I had
just cum in Jess in front of her kept me from becoming aroused again.  At
first, she tried to cover her boobs and crotch before seeming to remember
that I had already seen it all; she loosened up, dropped her hands, and
gave me a small smile.

    -œYou know, you aren't bad looking yourself, - Emma said to me.  I
didn't get to reply before Jess interrupted.

    -œHey, get a room you two, - Jess said.  She had pulled the covers
back on the bed and had gotten an extra pillow for Emma from the closet.

    -œActually, - she continued,  -œscratch that.  We are already in one
here.  Emma, in the middle, - she said pointing to the center of the bed.
Emma climbed up on the thick mattress without question.

    -œAaron, in back.  I'll take the front. - We both climbed in bed on
either side of Emma and spooned her.  Emma was a bit overwhelmed by the
sudden proximity of our naked bodies to her own.

   Jess put her naked ass against Emma; my naked chest went against her
back.  She gasped as she felt my soft cock touch her ass crack.  She gasped
a second time as my arm went around her round belly as I pulled myself
tighter against her.

    -œOh, and Aaron? - Jess said.

    -œYes? - I answered.  Jess reached over and turned the light off,
sending the bedroom into complete darkness.   -œAbsolutely no fucking the
virgin from behind. -

    -œYes, Ma'am. -

   I can only assume that Emma was blushing furiously.

   Chapter 12

   I slept quite soundly that night.  Turns out that the Emma snores, but
not too badly.  At one point, I woke and found that I had gotten hard and
my erection was rammed hard into her butt crack and I was cupping her left
boob; a bead of pre-cum was on the end of my penis and, I assume, smeared
against her ass as well.  I rolled over onto my back.  I didn't know if she
had felt it.

   I recall dreaming at one point of taking her from behind (obviously,
Jess had planted that image in my head) while Jess was playing with her
pussy; even in my dreams, I wouldn't have sex with another girl without
Jess there to give her approval.

   I woke the next morning to sunlight streaming in through the window.  I
was on my back and felt a hand around my cock and a thick, cushy body
pressed against my side.  It took me a second to remember that the hand,
and body, belonged to Emma who was still snoring softly against me.

   Looking over at the other side of the bed, Jess was nowhere to be found;
then I realized I could smell coffee and hear cabinet doors closing in the
kitchen.

   I, ever so slowly, slid out of the bed so as not to wake her.  The
covers had fallen to her waist and her silky smooth boobs were pointing at
me.  I admired the view for a full minute before putting on a robe and
heading out to the kitchen.

    -œMorning, Husband, - Jess said.  She turned away from the counter
where she was toasting some bagels and gave me a quick kiss.  She was
wearing the bathrobe that Emma had the night before.

   I returned the kiss and gave her ass cheeks a brief squeeze.  Releasing
them, I went to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup; Jess resumed
preparing breakfast.

   I sat down at the table with my cup; Jess had already laid out some
muffins (store bought; she wasn't THAT ambitious first thing in the
morning), bacon (precooked), sausage links (also precooked), and a plate of
scrambled eggs.  I fixed myself a plate and began to eat.

   A fully nude Emma walked out a minute later, hands feebly covering her
naked bits.  She stood, half hiding, around the corner of the doorway to
the kitchen.

    -œUm, do you have any more bathrobes? - she asked meekly.  I started
to answer but Jess responded first.

    -œNo, sorry, just the two, - - which was a total lie.

    -œUm, ok, how about my clothes then? - Emma asked next, fidgeting
around.

    -œI put them in with our wash for you, - Jess said without looking in
Emma's direction.  There was a moment of silence.

    -œOk, what should I- - Emma started.  Jess turned around from the
counter with a plate of toast.

    -œWe are all friends here.  You don't need to cover up in front of us.
We've both seen everything you have anyway.  Have a seat; make a plate. -

   She set the plate down and seated herself.  Emma stood where she was for
another ten seconds before reluctantly entering the kitchen.  Resigned to
her fate, she dropped her hands and sat down at the table.

   I only caught a brief glimpse of her pubic mound before she sat, but her
boobs remained on the display for the duration of breakfast.

   Jess had left an empty place-setting for her.  I saw Emma sigh deeply
before filling her plate.

   She grabbed a bagel first; Jess had already put cream cheese onto them.
Next, she took a healthy portion (or, rather, I guess 'unhealthy') of
bacon. I was glad that she wasn't one of those girls who would only eat
like a bird in front of others.

   As she reached for the spoon for the eggs, I saw her boobs sag down and
one landed in the cream cheese.  She looked down and her left nipple was
covered in white.

   She sat back and searched for something to clean it.

    -œHere, let me! - I volunteered.  I took my own napkin and wiped the
cream cheese from her breast.  I'm sure I cleaned it for longer than was
strictly necessary, but she didn't say anything.  I felt her nipple harden
from the attention.  Jess eyed us in silence as she chewed.

    -œThank you, - Emma muttered.  I took the spoon of eggs and ladled
some onto her plate for her.  Not that I would have minded seeing her boobs
sway in front of me again, but it seemed like the polite thing to do.



    -œSo, Emma, we need to talk, - Jess began.  The thought of 'Eeeee,
you're in trouble!' ran through my head for some reason.  Maybe because I
get punished a lot.

    -œOk? - she said uncertainly.

    -œBefore we find you your first date- by the way, I checked the account
and there weren't any matches yet, but give it time- we need to work on
your self-confidence.  I want you to be secure in your body image.  You are
a great girl, with a great personality, and plenty of beauty to offer. 
BUT, you need to know that yourself.

    -œAlso, - she continued,  -œas I said, anything sexual that happens
will be at YOUR discretion, not anyone else's.  That said, however, I do
want you to be comfortable with your sexuality.  The more comfortable you
are now, the less stressful things will be when the time comes.  That's why
I wanted you sitting there naked for breakfast.  Do you understand? -

   Emma nodded silently.  She had turned as red as a lobster from all this
talk about her body and sexuality while she sat nude in front of two
clothed people that she only barely knew.  But, that, of course, was Jess'
whole plan.  Embarrassed now, in front of friends, rather than embarrassed
later in front of her date.

    -œWhen do you work next? - Jess asked.  Emma suddenly looked panicked
and glanced around for a clock.  She saw that it was 8:15 am and relaxed a
bit.

    -œToday; this morning at 10 o'clock, actually, - she said.

    -œPerfect!  Then after you finish eating, I want you to go take a
shower- - - I started to speak but Jess cut me off -  -œBY YOURSELF,
WITHOUT HELP, - she said glowering at me.  I closed my mouth.

   Jess continued,  -œAnd I'll get some clothes prepared for you. -

    -œOk, - Emma said simply.

   And we finished eating breakfast without further discussion.

   Chapter 13

   Emma got up and brought her dishes to the kitchen sink.  She turned on
the water to wash them but Jess stopped her.

    -œYou're a guest here.  You aren't going to do your own dishes.  Go hop
in the shower so we can get you ready for work. - Jess gave her a playful
slap on her exposed butt cheek.

    -œOk, if you insist, - she answered.

   I watched her bum wiggle as she headed for the bathroom.  Once Jess
heard the water turn on, she went and found Emma's apartment keys.

    -œBe right back, - she told me.   -œClean up while I'm gone, - she
instructed.  She left the apartment and went over to Emma's.

   Jess had made breakfast, so it was only fair that I clean up anyway.



   Emma was standing under the stream of the hot water taking deep, calming
breaths.  What was going on with her?  Three days earlier, no one, besides
herself of course, had even touched her pussy and now she was sitting naked
with her new neighbors, sleeping naked with her new neighbors, and letting
one of them go down on her; the same one that she had help masturbate.

   And yet, she didn't think she regretted any of it.  They were both nice
people; Jess, particularly, seemed to genuinely care for her, and Aaron
seemed to really enjoy looking at her body.  She didn't think of her self
as a sex-symbol by any stretch, but it actually felt good that someone
would get aroused by her.

   She had been soaping up underneath her belly as she thought of all this
and she remembered the feeling of Aaron's prick pressing against her ass -
she had, in fact, noticed it after all.  She knew that boys often get erect
while asleep involuntarily, and yet she still enjoyed the thought that it
was because of her.

   The soap had puddled at the top of her pubic mound.  She touched it
lightly and then pushed it down into her slit.

   The first few rubs were a legitimate attempt at cleaning, but then her
palm scraped across her clit.  She moaned loudly, but the shower's running
water covered it.

   She ran two fingers down her soapy slit, enjoying the sensations.  She
pushed them up into herself and spread her legs.  She braced herself
against the wall with her other hand to keep from falling over.

   In and out, she sawed her digits before focusing on her clit.  Faster
and faster, she fingered her nub, strumming across it and feeling the
orgasm building within in.

   Emma jumped as the shower curtain was abruptly pulled aside.  Jess was
standing there with a pile of clothes in her hands.  Her eyes dropped down
to Emma's hand, clearly playing with her pussy, then back up to her face.
She said nothing, nor made any acknowledgment of what Emma had obviously
been doing.

    -œI went and got these clothes from your apartment, I hope you don't
mind.  The skirt doesn't appear used, so I think it might not be your
normal style, but I hope you'll wear it anyway.  I can't stop you from
going back to your apartment and changing, of course.  So, after you FINISH
- - the emphasis on 'finish' was evident -  -œtry them on. -

   She set the clothes on the shelf to the side of the shower and closed
the curtain.



   Emma stood there, still touching herself, but the urge was gone.  She
rinsed herself and shut off the shower.

   The shirt in the pile was a standard PetHub employee t-shirt.  The skirt
was another matter.  Jess was right that it wasn't something she normally
wore; in fact, it had been a gift from one of her girlfriends and she had
never worn it, or anything like it.  It was plaid, light-weight cotton, and
stopped a full five inches above her knees.  Considering her height, it
would show off a tremendous amount of leg.

   She put it back down to think about it and looked for her bra before
realizing that there wasn't one.  There wasn't a pair of panties either.

   She opened the bathroom door a crack and yelled out.

    -œJess? - she called.  Jess came to the door to see Emma peeking out.

    -œYes?  Is everything ok? - Jess asked innocently.  She knew damn well
what Emma had just figured out.

    -œUm, yes, but I think you forgot my underwear... - Emma said.

    -œOh!  No, I didn't.  You aren't wearing any today, - Jess said,
deadpan.  Emma was quiet while that sunk in.

    -œHuh?  Jess, you can't be serious!  I can't go to work without
underwear! - Emma exclaimed.

    -œSure you can, I do it all the time. - It was true, she did.  
-œTrust me, ok? -

   Emma bit her lip and seemed to consider before sighing in resignation. 
-œAlright... - she said.

    -œGreat!  Come out once you're dressed. - And with that, Jess went
back to the living-room.



   Emma put the t-shirt on over her reasonably generous rack and felt the
(cheap) material brush against her nipples; it made her gasp a bit.  Oh
God, how could she work all day with that feeling?

   The t-shirts were always somewhat snug on her and she quickly noticed
that her nipples made two little bumps in the front of it.

   She put the skirt on and looked at herself in the mirror.  The skirt WAS
cute, she had to admit.  It did show a massive amount of leg, but she
rather liked her legs.

   She swung left and right like girls did in the movies with skirts; that
was what made her realize that any extreme movements would lift the skirt
enough to show her bush to anyone looking.  She would have to be very
careful.

   Tentatively, she exited the bathroom.



   Chapter 14

   I was sitting on the couch when Emma entered the living room.  The skirt
swished back and forth as she came in.  I could clearly see that she wasn't
wearing a bra under the navy blue t-shirt.  One of her nipples poked
through the hole in the top of the  -œP - in PETHUB on one side, and the
top of the  -œB - on the other side.

    -œWow... - was all I could say.  Jess met Emma and took both sides of
the skirt in her fingers, checking it out.

    -œWow, indeed, - Jess agreed.   -œGive Aaron a little twirl, Em. -

   Emma did, sweeping her hips left and right.

    -œOh, and there's another surprise, - Jess said to me.  Without
warning, she grabbed the front of the skirt and hoisted it up to her
waist-line, exposing Emma's pussy to me.

   Emma instinctively went to push it back down but stopped herself.  Jess
gave me a full five-second view before dropping the skirt again.

   I was still wearing the bathrobe and realized that I was getting aroused
again.  My penis was sticking out from the break in the robe and I had to
wiggle around to cover it again.

   My arousal was not missed by Emma who smiled at me.  She turned and
pulled up the back of the skirt, flashing me her ass for just a moment
before turning back, giggling.  She was obviously growing bolder.

    -œK, enough show-and-tell, - Jess said.   -œThere are some things I
want you to do today... -

   She proceeded to whisper in Emma's ear for a couple of minutes.  At
least twice, I saw Emma's eyes widen in shock, but she remained silent the
whole time.

    -œDo you think you can do all that? - Jess asked.  Emma considered
before answering.

    -œI think so. -

    -œGood!  Let me grab you that snack then. - Snack?  Jess went into the
kitchen and returned with a banana and a bottle of water, both of which she
handed to Emma.

    -œHave a good day at work, Em!  And have fun! -

   Chapter 15

   Emma went to her apartment before heading to work.  She considered, just
for a moment, changing; or, at least, putting on UNDERWEAR, but decided not
to.  Obviously, Jess wouldn't know if she did, she told herself (actually,
Jess would have.  She could detect a lie better than a polygraph.)

   In the end though, she decided against it.  She didn't even know why. 
Just that she was going to do it because Jess told her- no, that's not
right.  Because Jess ASKED her to.  Jess even made it clear that it was her
choice and she could do what she wanted in the end.  And, in the end, she
was going to work bra-less and panty-less in a school-girl skirt.  She
packed her lunch into a plastic grocery bag along with the banana Jess had
given her.

   She decided to walk to PetHub that morning.  She normally drove, but it
was only about a mile from the apartment and she had extra time to kill
before her shift.  Plus, the exercise wouldn't kill her.

   The warm breeze seemed to shoot right up her skirt and across her fur
covered mound.  Several times she had to look down because she was sure
that it was blowing up and showing everything, but it only felt that way.



   She waited outside, pacing in the parking lot until the last minute,
steeling her nerve.  Then, with a deep breath, she went in.

   The first person to say something was her work-friend, Liz.

    -œHey, Emma, looking good! - she said before going back to discounting
the pet treats that she was working on.

    -œThanks, Liz, - Emma said meekly.  Liz was Emma's age but different
from Emma in every other way.  For one, she was as skinny as a stick and
always dressed in very revealing tops (though she didn't really have any
bust to flaunt.) Liz was also a big time party-girl; she and Emma really
had nothing in common outside of work, so they never really hung out but
they were very social at work.

   Beyond Liz's comment, no one else really seemed to notice.  That was
what made Emma realize that the skirt must not be THAT slutty; and, in
truth, it wasn't.  The only thing really slutty about it was her exposed
pussy beneath it that no one had seen.  Yet.

   Mike's shift didn't start until noon, so Emma went about her regular
business.  In the stock room, she loaded a bunch of cases of canned dog
food onto a dolly.  Roger, the general manager, had asked her to build up a
display out front in a pyramid.

   She was bending over to pickup the last case when she heard  -œHoly
Fuck! - from behind her.

   She darted straight up to see Liz, covering her mouth in shock.

    -œEmma! - she exclaimed.  Clearly, Liz had seen up her skirt.

    -œUh, hey Liz, - Emma said.

    -œWhy don't you- - Liz began.

    -œOh, I didn't have any clean underwear.... - Emma said lamely.

   Liz laughed and looked quickly around to see if anyone else was in the
stock room; they were alone.

    -œBullshit! - she said with a giggle.   -œYou just wanted to go
commando.  And, shit, good for you!  I admire you for showing more leg too.
You go girl! - She raised her hand in a high-five.  As was legally
required, Emma returned the high-five and gave a small smile.

    -œThank you, but maybe we can keep this between us? - she asked.

    -œFuck, of course.  No problem, - Liz said.



   Mike arrived at noon as scheduled.  As a junior associate, he worked
with someone else on each shift.  This particular one, he was scheduled to
work with Alicia, but Emma tampered with the dry-erase board to assign him
to herself.  Alicia would understand.

    -œGood afternoon, Emma, - he said cordially.  If he remembered the
awkwardness of the previous shift, he didn't mention it.

    -œHey, Mike, - Emma said pleasantly enough.   -œRoger wants us to
stack all these cases in a pyramid, - she said, gesturing to the pile on
the dolly.

   Emma had stacked all of the ones at the base already and now just needed
help to get the ones to the top.  She had moved a ladder over next to the
display.

   Mike was tall enough that he could have probably stacked them without
the ladder, but Emma didn't let him try.

    -œK, hand those to me, one at a time, - she said, pointing to the
pile.

    -œOk, sure thing. -

   Emma took a deep breath and climbed the ladder.  Mike didn't notice
anything at first as he bent over to grab the case.  When he went to pass
it up to her however, he damn near dropped it straight to the floor.

   Emma had a hell of a time maintaining a poker face as Mike unmistakably
saw her exposed pussy clear up her skirt.  He said nothing as he stared,
making sure he was really seeing what he thought he was.

   Emma pretended to not know what he was looking at and feigned
impatience.

    -œCome on!  Pass it up already! - she ordered.

    -œHuh?  Oh!  Right! - he said, hurriedly handing the case to her.

   They repeated the process for the remaining ten cases on the cart.  Emma
couldn't see his gaze as she was positioning the boxes, but she was sure
she felt his eyes on her privates.

   A few cases from the end, Liz happened to be walking by; she saw the
position that Emma was in, the position that Mike was in, and then followed
Mike's eyes.

   Knowing exactly what he was seeing, she struggled to not burst out
laughing.

    -œHi, Liz! - Emma shouted from the top of the ladder.

    -œUh, hey, Em! - she called back.  She was going to keep walking, but
decided to play a bit.  She walked over to Mike.

    -œHey, Mike.  What's UP? - she said.

   When she stressed the word 'UP', Mike actually did drop the case this
time.

    -œOw! - he cried as the box crashed onto his foot.

    -œOh my goodness, I'm so sorry, - Liz said.   -œI didn't mean to
distract you like that. -

   Of course, it was probably Emma's vagina that was distracting him more,
but Liz didn't say as much.

    -œNo worries, Liz, - he said, bending over and rubbing his foot.  
-œI'm just a klutz, I guess. - He turned and handed Emma the last box.

    -œMike, are you ok? - Emma asked, climbing down the ladder.   -œYou
seem very flushed. - Her tone oozed concern for his well-being.

    -œWhat?  Oh, yeah, it feels a bit stuffy in the store today. - He
fanned at his face to make the point.

    -œThat's true, it is, - Emma said, agreeing.  Jess was right, this WAS
fun as hell.

   Next, he and Emma moved on to straightening cans in the aisles.  They
worked back to back, Emma on one side of the aisle, Mike on the other.

   Every so often, Emma would see something on his side that needed 
-œreadjusting - and she would go over to do it for him.  Invariably, when
she did, one of her nipples that were poking through the material would
brush against his arm.

   The last time, she pushed both breasts right against his back as she
reached around him to fix a can.  She was rewarded with a long sigh.  Even
better, she was pretty sure she saw him reach down and adjust his pants.

   That was the last thing until break time.

   They took break together, Emma being sure to sit across from him at the
table in the break room.

   He was eating a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich; Emma took out her
snack for the day: a banana that Jess had given her.

   Just as Jess had told her to, she made a very long, slow, elaborate show
of holding the banana straight up in front of her as she peeled it.

   To her, it felt almost silly, but without making eye contact with Mike,
she could tell that he was watching her every move.

   Just as Jess had instructed, she made sure to take half of the peeled
banana in her mouth and pull it back out.

    -œI just love bananas, don't you, Mike? - she asked with a smile.

   Mike was startled back to reality.   -œWhat?  Oh, yes, definitely. -

   Back in the banana went and yet she still hadn't taken a bite.  'How
could he be falling for this?' Emma wondered.  'Guys can't be THAT easy to
manipulate, can they?'

   As she took the first bite of the banana, she began bouncing her leg
under the table.  In doing so, she made sure to rub her foot along the
inside of his thigh.  He gasped in response.

    -œOoo!  I'm sorry! - Emma said.  She wasn't sorry.

    -œOh, it's ok, - he said.  He reached down to straighten something in
his pants again.  Emma couldn't help but smile now.

   She had the bottle of water on the table as well which she hadn't opened
yet.  As instructed by Jess, she bumped it with her hand and sent it
rolling off the table in Mike's direction.

   Luckily, he wasn't quick enough to catch it and it rolled to the floor.

    -œGosh, I don't know what's up with me today, - Emma said.   -œCould
you grab that for me, Mike? -

    -œSure thing, Em. - He ducked down under the table to grab the bottle
and, as he did, his eyes were drawn to the sight across from him.  Emma had
her legs spread open as far as the skirt would allow and her black tufts
were staring back at him.

   It had been three months since his last date.  He wasn't particularly
attracted to Emma, but she was a nice enough person.  Now though, he felt
the uncomfortable pressure of his dick straining against his jeans.  Was
she flirting with him?  She HAD asked him out the other day.  He could
really use some action.  She wasn't his type, but still, she obviously had
the right parts...

    -œHey, Emma? - he asked.

    -œYes? -

    -œYou know how you asked if I'd like to go out sometime?  Well, I was
thinking maybe I was too hasty in saying no... - He sounded unsure.

   Now was the difficult part.  But not as difficult as she had expected.

    -œYou know, Mike, you were right yesterday.  We should just be friends.
- She took a huge bite out of her banana, stood up, and threw the rest in
the trash.

    -œIf he asks you out, - Jess had said to her,  -œsay No.  I know it
will probably be tough, especially if you've had a crush on him, but do it
anyway.  If he only wants to date you after you flash your pussy to him,
then he's an asshole.  Let him go jack off at home afterward while thinking
of your slit.  Do you think you can reject him? -

   At the time, Emma didn't know if she could.  But, once everything had
played out exactly as Jess had predicted, she found herself with a strength
of will that she hadn't expected.  Fuck him.  Well, actually, she wouldn't
fuck him.  He could go fuck himself.  That's what she meant.



    -œOh, hey, Mike? - Emma asked.

    -œYeah? -

    -œI must have spilled my water because there is a wet spot on the seat
where I was sitting.  Could you wipe that up for me? - She didn't wait for
a reply before leaving the room.

   Mike eyed the unopened bottle of water still on the table.

   Chapter 16

   The rest of the shift seemed to drag by.  She was both elated that she
had gotten Mike to ask her out and simultaneously pissed that he only
wanted to fuck her.

   She told herself that he was a guy and she shouldn't have expected any
different.  Jess clearly hadn't.  And she didn't WANT to be mad at him.  He
really was a decent person; well, at least before today she had thought so.


   So, she made a tremendous effort to be civil and friendly the rest of
the shift.  She would get over it, she knew.



   She got off (work, that is) at 6 pm that night and came back to our
apartment.

    -œHey, Em, - Jess said, answering the door.  She smiled seeing that
she was still wearing the skirt and her nipples making two little tents in
the shirt told Jess that Emma was still bra-less, at least.

    -œHow was work? - she asked.

   Emma considered the question before answering.

    -œExciting, - she decided.   -œEverything went more or less exactly as
you said.  Once I'd exposed myself to him, he suddenly reconsidered our
date. -

   Jess snorted in disgust.

    -œJerk! - I shouted from the couch.  It seemed appropriate.

    -œCome on in, - Jess said, standing aside.

   Jess sat down on the couch, leaving a space between myself and her.  She
patted the empty cushion.   -œHave a seat.  Let's talk, - she said.

   Emma did, plopping herself down on the couch.

    -œSo...  what did you say to him? - Jess asked, eyebrow raised.

   Emma sighed.   -œI told him we should just be friends. -

   Jess raised her hands in triumph.   -œThat's my girl!  Screw him!  Wait,
I mean, don't screw him! -

   Emma laughed.   -œIt was tough, but afterward I knew I'd made the right
choice.  How did you know he would ask me out? -

    -œBecause guys all have a 'type'.  That type can be a lot more.... 
dynamic, shall we say, when they are very horny, though.  Any port in a
storm, as the saying goes.  I'm very proud of you for having the willpower
to resist him. -

    -œThank you, but really, I couldn't have done it without your
encouragement.  A week ago, I never would have passed on the opportunity. I
have a big problem with confidence, as I'm sure you've figured out.   -

    -œHey, - Jess said,  -œgive yourself credit.  I think you can handle
more than you realize. -

    -œMaybe... - Emma said.   -œActually, speaking of confidence.... -
She trailed off.

    -œGo ahead, what is it? - Jess prodded.

    -œAt the beginning of next week, I have to give a speech for my Public
Speaking course in school before an auditorium of other students.  Would
you guys be willing to come and provide moral support? - she asked
hopefully.

    -œAbsolutely, - Jess said immediately.   -œWe will be there.  What's
it on? -

    -œI haven't decided yet...  I was thinking something business
related... - Emma said, uncertainly.

    -œCan you pick any topic? - Jess asked.

    -œYeah, why? - Emma asked.

    -œBecause, - Jess said,  -œthe best way to give yourself confidence in
a situation like that is to pick a topic that you are both passionate
about, and knowledgeable about.  This may sound ironic coming from me, but
that bullshit about picturing everyone naked?  Forget it.  It will only
distract you from the speech you are supposed to be focusing on.  There is
no better way to boost your confidence than to know more about the subject
than anyone else in the room. -

   Emma pondered that for some time.   -œThat's excellent advice.  I am
going to come up with a topic tonight; I'll text you the time and address.
-

   Jess decided to steer the conversation back to more enjoyable topics.

    -œSo, - she said,  -œwhat was it like going commando? -

   Emma considered again.   -œExhilarating.  The feeling of having
everything exposed down there, yet still being able to control who saw it
was pretty cool.  The feeling of the window blowing up there, tickling my
pubes, it was incredible. -

    -œAre you...  still panty-less now? - I asked.

   Emma turned to me and by way of an answer she lifted the skirt up to her
waist.  She was, indeed, still sans-panties.  I put my hand on her leg. 
She laid her own hand on top of mine and smiled at me.

   She turned back to Jess, leaving her crotch exposed.

   Jess looked down at Emma's pubic hair and noticed a sheen to it.

    -œAnd it looks like Mike wasn't the only one left feeling randy today,
- Jess said with a smirk.  Emma looked down at herself and blushed.

    -œNo...  the feeling of being exposed made me very aroused all day, -
Emma said.

    -œThen now you can appreciate why it turns me on, - I said.

    -œYes, I guess I can. -

    -œWell, - Jess said,  -œperhaps you should do something to take care
of that. -

   Before Emma could ask what she meant, Jess' hand grabbed Emma's and
shoved it between Emma's legs.

   Emma resisted for a second but Jess held strong, holding the hand
against her furry pussy.

    -œWell, - Jess said,  -œWhat are you waiting for?  An invitation? 
Cuz, if you are, I'm sure Aaron here would print one out for you. -

    -œI, I can't touch myself in front of you guys! - Emma protested.

    -œOh please, the modesty ship sailed a long time ago now, - Jess said
dismissively.  She released Emma's hand and luckily (for me) Emma kept hers
against her crotch.  She still needed more encouragement though.

    -œI would really like to see it, Emma, - I said softly.

    -œWhat, Aaron? - Jess asked.   -œWhat do you want Emma to do? -

    -œI want Emma to masturbate for us.  And cum for us, - I said quietly.

   Jess leaned in close to Emma.   -œWell, Emma?  Would you like to do that
for us? -

   Emma curled her lower lip up before nodding.

    -œGood, girl, - Jess murmured.   -œEmma, please let Aaron suck on your
fingers to moisten them for you. -

   Uncertainly, Emma raised her hand towards my face.  Gently, I took her
hand and separated her index and middle fingers from the rest.  I opened my
mouth and took them in, sucking softly on them.  I gather that no one had
done this before to her because she was mesmerized by the sight of me
giving her fingers a blow job.

   I released her hand and led it back down to her own crotch.  She pushed
the two damp digits into her bush.  She looked down at them but I put my
finger under her chin and lifted her head back up to meet my gaze.

   She, rather roughly I thought, dragged the fingers up and down through
her slit.  All the while, she maintained eye contact with me; her eyes
sparkled.

   She was startled by Jess touching her pussy from her position on the
opposite side of her.

    -œEasy, girlfriend, - Jess said.  She used her fingers to spread
Emma's pussy lips apart and uncovered her clit.  I could see then that Emma
was wet enough that her juices were puddling on the leather cushion.

   Emma laid a finger on her clit which Jess was helpfully making
available. She teased it lightly and sucked in her breath.

    -œAaron, kiss Emma, - Jess ordered.

   I leaned in and placed my lips against Emma's.  She was an inexperienced
kisser, I discovered, though I shouldn't have expected different based on
the sexual history she had given us.

   She flicked her love button rapidly as she smushed her lips against
mine. It didn't take long before she has gasping for air in between kisses.


   I could tell she was nearing climax so I moved my mouth to the side of
her neck and began sucking there.  She tilted her head back and moaned.

    -œCum for us, Emma, - Jess said into her ear.   -œFrig your clit until
you cum for us. -

   I don't know if the order is what pushed her over the edge, but either
way, Emma did climax for us, and quite hard.

   I was sucking hard on her neck as she screamed and clamped her legs
together, squeezing Jess' hand and her own hand between her thighs.

   I pulled from her neck to enjoy watching her writhe on the couch between
us; I also realized that a hickey was probably going to form there later.
How 'high school' of me.

   Emma pulled her hand away at the same time as Jess and she moaned
contentedly for another thirty seconds.

    -œFuck that felt good! - Emma said, still catching her breath.  She
finally pulled her skirt back down to cover her crotch.

    -œThat was awesome to watch.  Thank you for doing it for us, - Jess
said.

    -œI second that, - I chimed in.

    -œI've played with myself before, but doing it in front of you two
really enhanced it somehow, - Emma said.

    -œWe'll make an exhibitionist out of you yet! - Jess said with a
laugh.

   Emma let out a huge sigh.   -œGuys, I really have a lot of fun with you
both, but I need to head home.  I have a client to take care of early
tomorrow morning.  I hope you don't mind, - Emma said apologetically.

    -œNo, - Jess answered,  -œNot at all.  Have a good night. -

   She stood up, said her good-byes, and headed across the hall.

   Chapter 17



   The next morning, Emma was jogging through Allen Park.  She was bouncing
quite a bit more than she would have liked, but that was the pace set by
the French Bulldog, named Sasha, whom she was running behind.

   Sasha pulled hard against the six-foot leash and Emma did all she could
to keep up.  As she jogged she thought to herself that she would have to
talk to the Sampsons (Sasha's owners) about springing for some extra time
dedicated to leash training.  She finally got to take a breather when Sasha
saw a pug that caught her fancy.

   Sasha stopped short right in front of the pug and Emma stumbled to a
halt behind her, doubled over huffing and puffing.

   The guy holding the pug's leash looked down to meet her face.

    -œAre you going to be ok, Miss? - he asked.

   Emma nodded but was unable to answer as she recovered.  She gave the guy
a thumbs up.

    -œHere, let me get you a water, - he offered.  She started to say that
it wasn't necessary, but couldn't get the breath to do so.

   There was a food truck just fifteen feet away.  He and the Frenchie
trotted over to it.  Emma watched as he handed the vendor a couple of bucks
and returned with a bottle of Aquafina.  Emma was standing upright by this
time and was able to talk again.

    -œThank you very much, - she said, accepting the offered bottle.

   As she drank, the pug sniffed Sasha's butt.   -œMy dog seems to have
taken a fancy to yours!  What's her name? - the guy said.

    -œSasha, though she's not mine.  I'm just her dog walker.  I'm Emma, -
she said, extending the hand not holding the leash.  The guy took it and
shook.

    -œHi, I'm Brent. -

   Brent was Emma's height, looked to be in his late twenties, and was
somewhat plain but otherwise good looking.  Not overly rugged, but fit.  He
had glasses and short brown hair.  Oh, and a wedding ring, she noted.

    -œSo what's this little guy's name? - Emma said, bending down to pet
the pug.

    -œBruiser, - Brent answered with a laugh.

    -œFor real? - Emma asked, looking up.

    -œFor real, - he answered.   -œI'm a big fan of irony. -

    -œWell, then 'Hello, Bruiser', - she said rubbing his back.  He turned
away from Sasha's butt to pant at her and wag.

    -œSo, you say you do this professionally? - Brent asked.  Emma stood
back up and Bruiser resumed getting to know the pretty Frenchie.

    -œYes, I do dog walking and pet sitting. - She dug around in her
pocket and pulled out a slightly crumpled business card.



   Emma Russell Pet Services

   555-423-2727

   EmmaRussellPet@gmail.com

    -œThank you, - Brent said, accepting the card.   -œI'm a fire fighter
and sometimes need someone to walk or sit for Bruiser, possibly on short
notice.  Do you mind if I call on you sometime? -

    -œNot at all; I'm always looking for new clients!  I do work full time
and attend school as well part time, but as long as I'm available, I'm all
for it, - Emma said.

    -œThat said, - she continued,  -œI prefer to meet with the client
first so that I can get a feel for the dog and his needs. -

    -œNot a problem, are you available tonight after 5 pm? - he asked.

   Emma pulled out her phone and checked her calendar.  Her last class was
at 2 pm and she didn't have to work at PetHub until the next day.

    -œYes, that will work fine. -

    -œGreat! - Brent said.   -œHere's my address.... - Emma typed it into
her phone as he recited it.  He gave his last name and phone number as
well.

    -œOk, I'll see you then.  Let's go, Bruiser, - he said, giving the
leash a tug.  Bruiser clearly wasn't happy about leaving but trudged away
anyway.

   Chapter 18

   It was 2:15 when Emma's phone buzzed in her pocket.  She was in Macro
Economics and the professor was going on about  -œAggregate Supply -. 
Checking phones was quite frowned on, but she was in the back row of the
lecture hall hat the class was held in.

   Surreptitiously, she slipped it from her pocket and saw she had a new
email.  Under the cover of the small swing-over 'desk', she tapped the
email with her thumb.
-œFrom: SuperMatch Server -
-œSubject: You have a message from a match! -

    -œHello, SexyKittyTwenty! -

    -œUser HotInLongBeach47 has sent this message: -

    -œHi!  I saw your profile and pictures and like what I see.  Check out
my profile.  I'd love to take you out some time for dinner. -

   There was a link to his profile in the message as well. 
HotInLongBeach47's real name was Todd Perkins.  The profile listed him as
twenty-eight, athletic, and worked in banking.  His  -œlikes - were rock
climbing, fishing, and  -œHaving Fun. -

   If the photo was accurate, he was fucking gorgeous.  He made sure to
include a shirtless photo of him flexing.  She wasn't into fishing; she
considered it mean to the fish, but she told herself that she should try to
be a bit open minded.  He was the first person to respond.  So, what the
hell?  It was only dinner, right?

    -œMISS RUSSELL!  I hope my lecture isn't interrupting anything
important on your phone, IS IT? - shouted Professor Randall.  Emma quickly
stashed the phone.

    -œNo, Professor!  I'm very sorry, it won't happen again, I swear! -

    -œSee that it doesn't. - After glaring at her for another few seconds,
he turned back to the board to resume his lecture.

   Chapter 19

   After class, in her car, Emma messaged Todd back.

    -œHi, Todd.  I'd love to go out sometime.  Just let me know the time
and place. -



   She stopped by the apartment building and changed into her  -œdog
walking - clothes.  There was nothing special about them except that they
were more  -œmuddy dog paw - friendly than the rest of her wardrobe with
dark and busy stain-hiding patterns.  She didn't think that would be
important today for the meet-and-greet, but it never hurt to be prepared.

   While she was changing, her phone buzzed again.

    -œUser HotInLongBeach47 has sent this message: -

    -œThe day after tomorrow.  I'll pick you up at 6 o'clock; just send me
your address.  Oh, and wear something TIGHT. -



   Wear something tight?  Well, that wasn't really a problem.  Most of her
clothes were tight, she thought ruefully.

   She had a little time to kill so she headed next door.

   <<KNOCK KNOCK>>



   When Jess answered the door, Emma was stamping her feet with excitement.

    -œI have a date! - she shouted before Jess even had the door fully
open.  Emma held her phone up to show Jess the emails.

    -œThat's great, Em!  Congratulations! - She took the phone from Emma
and read the email.  The happy-for-her smile that she had at first, faded a
bit once she started reading the emails.  Emma caught the change.

    -œWhat's wrong? - she asked, suddenly worried.

    -œNothing!  Really, it's nothing.  Just, be careful.  Remember what I
said: your legs open on your schedule, not his.  Don't be pressured at all,
- she said.
Emma opened her mouth to pursue it but Jess changed the subject.   -œI

got your text regarding your speech tomorrow.  Did you pick a topic yet? -

   Emma blinked, momentarily confused.   -œHuh?  Oh, yes, I did!  It's on
'Proper Procedures for Handling an Animal of Unknown Temperament.' -

   Jess pretended to fall asleep standing up and began snoring.

    -œStop it! - Emma said, laughing.  Jess opened her eyes and laughed as
well.

    -œI'm only teasing, honest.  Actually, it sounds perfect for you.  I
can't wait! - Jess said.

    -œHey, I have to run, - Emma said,  -œI have to meet with a new
client, but I just wanted to give you the good news. -

    -œOk, no problem. -

   - - -

   Brent's house was a modest single family situated at the end of a short,
quiet street.  It had a two car garage, but a green Toyota RAV-4 sat in the
driveway.  A Firefighter cross sticker was on the rear window.

   It was less than a five minute drive from her apartment and she bad
another client that lived by also, so it would make him a convenient stop
for her.

   Emma parked on the street and walked up to the front door.  Before she
knocked, she was pleased to see a  -œSave My Pets - sticker on the front
window.  It indicated that one dog was on the premises.

   Peeking through the window, she could see the living-room.  The floor
was covered in a dizzying array of dog toys, all in various states of
chewed-to-pieces.  She knocked.

    -œComing! - was yelled from inside followed by a series of short,
frantic barks.  Brent answered the door, dressed as she had seen him this
morning save for feet; the sneakers that he had been wearing this morning
were replaced with just socks.

    -œHi! - he greeted her.   -œCome on in, please. - He opened the door
all the way to let her in.  Bruiser was at the far end of the living room,
eying her and continuing to bark.   -œBruiser!  Be nice! - he shouted to
the pug.

    -œThank you.  Do you want me to take my shoes off? - Emma asked before
stepping inside.

    -œHuh? - Brent asked.  Then he looked down at his own feet.   -œOh! 
No, not at all.  This isn't that kind of house.  My shoes are in the
basement sink drying.  I had to wash them after I stepped in some, umm, poo
in the back yard a little while ago. - He seemed a bit embarrassed at
telling her the poo story.

   Emma laughed.   -œPoo happens, you know! -

    -œIt certainly does, - Brent agreed, laughing also.  Emma went in. 
Upon seeing that his barking had not, in fact, scared off the intruder,
Bruiser began bouncing up and down and barking even more furiously.  He
would dart forward a few steps, let loose with a stream of barks, then dart
back to safety.

    -œBruiser!  Stop it! - Brent ordered.  Bruiser didn't.

    -œDon't worry about it.  I'm used to it.  I am a stranger invading his
territory.  Let me handle things, - Emma said.

   Slowly, she approached Bruiser.  About six feet from him, she squatted
down.  His barking had eased a lot; not because he was ok with her, but
rather because he was now cornered and a bit frightened.

    -œIt's ok, boy, take your time, - Emma cooed.  She wiggled forward
closer in her squat and extended the back of her hand out for him to sniff.
He flinched away at forst but then sniffed the air.  A few moments went by
and he tentatively took a few steps forward to check out the offered
appendage.  He gave a few quick sniffs before licking the hand.

    -œBrent, do you have a cookie that he likes? - Emma said without
turning away from the pug.

    -œSure, let me grab one, - he said.  He opened a metal jar sitting on
a shelf and retrieved something from it.

    -œHere, - he said, offering it to her.

    -œActually, I want you to give it to him.  He trusts you already, and
it will help him associate me with getting good things, - Emma instructed.
He did so.

   Emma saw that the treat was a Milk Bone; she made a mental note to
suggest a better line of treats to him.

   Bruiser left her hand to take the treat.  He began crunching away and
Emma slowly turned her hand over to rub the back of his ear.

   A minute later and Bruiser was coming up to her and licking her chin. 
Emma laughed as he did so.

   (Author's note: CW asks that you please do not approach and try to
befriend a strange dog based on knowledge derived from Internet erotica. 
Porn is, as a general rule, an even less reliable source than Wikipedia.)

    -œOk, enough kisses for right now! - she said, standing back up.

    -œOk, - she continued,  -œnow that that part is over with, let's talk
about your needs... - She paused a beat before adding,  -œer, dog service
needs that is. -

    -œWell, as I mentioned, I'm a Fire Fighter.  Bruiser is normally fine
alone during the day, but we have some problems if he's left alone at
night... - he trailed off as he looked down at Bruiser sadly,

    -œAnd your wife?  She works nights, I assume? - Emma asked.

   There was a very long and uncomfortable silence.  Brent picked up his
hand and looked at his wedding ring.  He pulled it off his hand and set it
on the shelf near the cookie jar before answering.

    -œNo, my wife is deceased, - he said softly.

    -œOh, my goodness!  I'm so sorry- - Emma blurted.  He raised his hand.

    -œNo, really, it's ok.  You had no way of knowing.  She passed away
almost a year ago; a brain aneurysm... - He was staring at the wedding
ring as he told her all this.  He picked it back up from the shelf and
looked at it.

    -œI still wear the ring out of habit.  My hand feels...  empty, without
it there. - He set it back down with a finality.

    -œAnyway, as I said, you couldn't have known.  Her death is part of the
reason why you are here... - he said, looking down at Bruiser.

    -œI don't understand? - Emma said.

    -œBruiser was very attached to my wife.  He followed her everywhere. -
He dropped down to a squat in front of the pug and rubbed behind his ears.

    -œDidn't you, boy?  Didn't you? - he said to the dog while making a
kissy face.

    -œOverall, - Brent continued, still squatting,  -œhe handled her death
pretty well.  The only issue is at night.  He used to sleep next to my wife
on her side of the bed.  Now, if someone isn't here at bed time, he has
panic attacks; he'll pant and quiver uncontrollably.  The vet tried a
couple of anti-anxiety meds, we also tried something called a ThunderShirt,
but nothing really helped.  It's not usually an issue because he is ok next
to me in bed, but because of my job, I sometimes get called in for
overnight shifts.  That's why I need someone who might be able to stay with
him if that happens.  In addition, I sometimes have to work twelve hour
shifts and may need someone to take him out a few times. -

   Emma was quiet for a moment while she absorbed everything.  Then she
dropped down next to Brent and petted Bruiser on the back.

    -œYou poor boy... - Turning to Brent, she said  -œAbsolutely.  As I
mentioned earlier, it will have to be on a case-by-case basis.  I do have a
somewhat busy life, but if I am available, I am all yours; so to speak.  I
typically charge $25 per hour with a half hour minimum, but we can work
something out for extended periods like overnights, if necessary. -

    -œThat's perfect, Miss Russell, - Brent said, extending his hand to
shake.

    -œPlease, it's Emma, - she responded with a smile.

   Chapter 20



   Jess and I met Emma about twenty minutes before 10 am the next day. 
Jess had graduated from the same college that Emma was attending, so she
was already well acquainted with it.

   Emma was waiting outside the auditorium when we arrived.  She was
nervously kneading the pages in her hand and pacing.

    -œHey guys! - she called over.   -œThank you SO much for coming to
support me.  God, I hate this sort of thing. -

    -œEveryone does, - Jess said,  -œUnless you're a narcissist.  That's
why they make it mandatory for virtually every degree program.  Just
remember that most everyone else here is in the same boat and just as
nervous. -

    -œI know, I know.  It still doesn't help though. - She fidgeted
nervously.

    -œI know it doesn't.  It'll be good for you though.  Alright, let's go
inside and find seats, - Jess said.

   It was the first time I'd been in the auditorium.  It was surprisingly
large and cavernous.  The class didn't start for another twenty minutes, so
the auditorium was still nearly empty.  Jess let Emma choose the seats and
she was disappointed that Emma chose ones all the way at the back to hide
in.  Well, 'baby steps' she supposed.  As it happens, it was for the best
anyway.

   The auditorium started to fill as 10 o'clock closed in, but it was only
students from the course, guests of those students (like us), and random
other students with absolutely nothing better to do.  As such, the vast
majority of the auditorium was still empty as class began.

   Emma was seated in-between Jess and me; her leg bounced nervously.  I
slapped my hand down on it to stop it and she jumped a bit.

    -œI'm sorry, I know this is silly, - she apologized.

    -œIt's ok, - I said,  -œJust close your eyes and take deep breaths. -

   She did so and almost immediately she did relax visibly.

   A minute later, the professor walked in carrying a bowl containing a
bunch of paper slips.

    -œGood morning, everyone, - he said.  The class murmured a good
morning back to him.

    -œI know that no one is excited by this, so, in the interest of
fairness, all names have been placed in here. - He held up the bowl and
shook it.   -œAnd will be drawn out at random.  Please be ready when your
name is called. -

   And so it began.  The first student stammered through a speech on the
Revolutionary War.  Or maybe it was French and Indian war.  Hell if I know,
I really wasn't listening.  It might not have even been a war.  Something
about fighting, I'm pretty sure.  I was actually busy scrolling through
Facebook.  Jess was on her phone as well, probably doing the same, I
imagine.

   One after another, each student stood up for the requisite five minutes
(no less!) As the class dragged on, Emma saw fewer and fewer slips in the
bowl.

   She reached over for my hand to hold for support and I gave it to her.
She let her arm fall down on the arm rest and her hand lied across my lap.
She gave my hand periodic squeezes as a nervous tick and, in doing so, her
hand rhythmically rubbed against my crotch.  After a couple of minutes of
this, I started to get aroused.

   Emma started at the feeling of pressure against her hand and looked down
at me.  It took her a second to realize what had happened.

    -œSeriously?! - she whispered.   -œThis is turning you on? -

    -œI'm sorry! - I whispered back.   -œI can't control that you know. -

   She giggled nervously and released my hand to cup my crotch.  The
feeling of her hand holding it made my cock jump inside my pants.

   Emma looked back up at the student giving the speech without removing
her hand.  I saw her eyes close and she took deep breaths again; this time,
however, she was massaging my crotch in time to each breath.  Breathe in,
squeeze; Breathe out, release.

   She seemed to be calming herself quite well by doing it; I, however, was
growing more uncomfortable by the minute.  First, my erection was painfully
pressing against my pants and two, the thought of being masturbated in the
auditorium was both erotic and frightening at the same time.

   There was no one in our row, but there were several students sitting
directly ahead of us.  I noticed my breathing growing louder and strained
to control it so as not to arouse suspicion.  Emma didn't make it easy
though as her thumb had found the tip of my penis and was rubbing hard
against it through the fabric.

   I looked over at her and her eyes were still closed, but I could see she
was doing a weak job of controlling her smirk.  She knew exactly what was
happening.

    -œEmma! - I whispered harshly,  -œyou should stop. - Jess looked up
from her phone over at us, puzzled for just a moment before she realized
what Emma was doing.

    -œNo, she shouldn't, - Jess said.  And it wasn't an opinion; it was a
command.  A red headed girl sitting ahead of us turned around and scowled
at us.   -œSHHHH! - she said.

    -œSorry!  Uh! - I said by way of apology.  Emma's hand closed
particularly hard right at that moment.  Luckily, the girl didn't seem to
notice.  I noticed that Emma's eyes were open again, but she was looking
straight ahead and seemed very zen.

   My orgasm was growing rapidly.  My breathing must have changed because
Emma clearly sensed I was near the end and she greatly accelerated.  It
sounded like wood being sanded as her fingers scraped back and forth over
my pants.

    -œOoooo... - I moaned.  The girl turned around again.  I panicked.

    -œOhhh that really is an excellent point he is making! - I said,
lamely.

    -œAgree totally! - Emma said, giggling.  The girl clearly suspected
something was up but turned back around anyway.

   Jess leaned over.   -œSo, are you guys COMING this morning or not? -
she asked innocently.

   Emma answered.   -œI'm not, but I think Aaron is going to! -

   The girl in front shushed us again as I erupted into my pants; I tried
my best to keep quiet, but a loud moan slipped out anyway.  I felt the
wetness develop a second later as my underwear was drenched in my seed.

   Emma kept squeezing in time to the spasming she could feel inside my
pants.  Another moan and the girl in front heard me..

    -œWhat the hell- - she started to say, turning around again.  Then her
eyes looked down; at Emma's hand.  In my crotch.

   If you think that made Emma stop, it didn't.  She continued doing
exactly what she was doing with a huge smile on her face.

    -œOh god, - the girl said.  She had turned ashen white and spun back
around without another word.  I shot my last blast into my pants at that
moment.

    -œOh great, - Jess said without whispering at all.   -œI'm going to
have to wash those, you know, - she said in mock disgust.

    -œSorry, Jess, - Emma said without really sounding sorry.

   Emma could feel that I wasn't orgasming anymore, so she gave me two
quick pats on the crotch.  She looked at her hand and saw a damp spot
there; she considered what to do; shrugged; and wiped it off on my pants
leg.

    -œThank you, that was very stress relieving, - she said softly to me.

    -œEMMA RUSSELL! - the professor shouted from down on the stage,
holding Emma's name slip up.

    -œOh, guess it's my turn, - she said happily.  She gathered her papers
and stood up; Jess stood up as well to let her by.

   Jess sat down next to me as Emma walked down the aisle.

    -œHey there, stud.  How ya doin'? - Jess asked with a smirk.

    -œBit messy, - I said curtly.  Emma was at the podium and laying down
her notes.  She was grinning ear to ear without any sign of anxiety.

    -œIt was very noble of you to take one for the team, - Jess said,
patting my leg.

    -œYou are too.  You ARE going to have to wash these, you know, - I
responded.

    -œFuck that.  Those are going in the trash.  Your tighty-whities are
like ten bucks for five pairs. -

   Emma gave her speech for her five minutes and would have continued if
the buzzer hadn't sounded.  Since the speech itself was more or less
irrelevant, the professor didn't really care that she was cut off mid
paragraph.

   I would like to say that her speech was incredible, but I honestly
didn't listen.  I was a bit distracted by the unpleasant sensation of cum
squishing inside my pants.

   As it happened, Emma's was the last speech of the class.  She ran back
up the aisle to us, bouncing with excitement.

    -œYou did great, Em! - Jess said, patting her on the back.  The Red
Head in front of us stood up at the same time and exited without making eye
contact with any of us.

    -œWas it as bad as you expected? - I asked, standing up slowly.

    -œNot at all! - Emma replied.   -œJess was right; Confidence comes
from knowing what you are talking about.  Oh, and you helped relax me too,
Aaron, - she said with a chuckle.

    -œK, we have to head back to the apartment, - Jess announced.   -œAs
you might suspect, someone here needs his diaper changed. - She patted my
crotch openly as other students walked by, leaving the class.

    -œOk, I don't have anything else today.  Do you mind if I stop over? -
Emma asked.

    -œNo, not at all.  In fact, we would love it.  We'll see you there! -

   Chapter 21

   The drive home was rather unpleasant.  Jess drove as I sat in the
passenger seat.  The only thing worse than a pant load of semen is a pant
load of cold semen.  It was just starting to dry a bit as we got to the
apartment and I could feel it sticking to the hairs on my legs.

    -œBy the way, that was fucking HOT to watch, - Jess said in an
off-handed manor.   -œI'm thinking I need to masturbate you in public a lot
more often... -

   I groaned audibly.

    -œOh, don't act like you didn't enjoy it, - she chided.  I hurmphed.
As icky as it felt now, I would let either one of them do it all over
again. Well, maybe after a change of underwear.

   Emma pulled into the parking spot on the street directly behind us.  I
got out of the car slowly and clumsily, trying to keep my pants from
sticking to me any more than was necessary.  I saw Emma cover her mouth to
control her laughter.  She did a poor job of it.

   Jess slapped me on the ass.   -œHurry it up, Sticky! - Great.  I had a
new nickname.



   Once inside the apartment, Jess wasted no time.

    -œK, let's get this dirty little boy cleaned up.  Let's lose the pants
first, - she said.

   Emma stood across from me with a huge smile.  I went to unbuckle my
pants but Jess stopped me.

    -œNo.  Since Emma made the mess, she should be the one to clean it up,
- Jess said.  Emma's head spun to look at Jess.

    -œHey, I didn't do that, - Jess said, pointing at my crotch.  Emma
turned back to look at it.  I looked down as well and saw that a huge dark
spot had formed where I'd leaked through.

    -œSo, get to work.  Undress him, - Jess ordered.

   Emma was hesitant, but it wasn't like she hadn't seen me naked more than
once so she reached out and unbuttoned my pants.  I tried to reach down and
help her but Jess barked at me.

    -œUh uh!  Let her do it. - My hands dropped back to my side.

   She pulled down the zipper and my fly fell open.  Both thumbs went into
my waist band and pushed my pants to the floor.  When she stood back up,
she gasped.

    -œOh my God! - she said.  The mess oozing through my underwear was the
stuff of (dirty) legends.  The entire front of the white underpants was
darkened and cum was leaking out through the leg holes on both sides.

   She went to reach for them then suddenly pulled back, repulsed.

    -œOh get over it, girl.  It's only semen.  Just pull them down already!
- Jess ordered.

   A big sigh and she did.  Being undressed by Emma had gotten me aroused
again and my cum covered erection was pointing straight at her.  Partially
dried semen coated my (hairless) ball sack, pubic mound, and the tops of
both legs.

   Emma looked down at the underwear and saw the puddle of goo in them.  I
stepped out of them and took a step back.

    -œEmma, pick those up and go throw them away while I get something to
clean Aaron with, - Jess said.

   Emma bent down and picked them up with two fingers as if they were
diseased.  They weren't, incidentally; Jess and I got tested regularly
because of our promiscuity.

   She and Jess both disappeared into the kitchen and I was left standing
there, naked from the waist down, erect and covered in cum.

   Jess and Emma returned together; Jess was carrying a container of baby
wipes and a plastic grocery bag.  She handed the wipes to Emma.

    -œHere, these are excellent for cleaning 'life's little messes'.  It
says so right on the container, - Jess said.

    -œ'Little' messes?!  I wouldn't call this mess 'little'! - Emma
exclaimed with a laugh.

    -œWell then, maybe next time you'll reconsider masturbating my husband
into his pants in an auditorium, - Jess retorted.

    -œTouche, - Emma said.  She opened the container and withdrew a wipe.
She got down on her knees and surveyed the landscape that was my crotch,
apparently not sure where to begin.  In the end, she chose to clean my legs
first.

   As each baby-wipe became soiled, she tossed it into the bag being held
by Jess.  It took several of them.  She wiped across the top of my pubic
mound next and used one finger to hold my erection out of the way as she
did so.  I gasped at the light touch on my rod.

    -œYou better not cum right now! - she said up to me.  She was kneeling
at point-blank range.

    -œI won't! - I assured her - at least, I hoped I wouldn't.

   The next wipe came across my scrotum; a lot had settled there and it
took two wipes to get that area clean.  Again, she had to hold my member
out of the way to do the job properly.  Jess was impressed with the care
that she was taking.

    -œYou are doing an excellent job, Emma, - she said.

   Emma responded without looking away from my package.   -œI used to
babysit for my cousins.  Other cousins, that is, not the ones that
assaulted me.  Anyway, one of them was an infant and needed to have his
diaper changed.  It wasn't much different than this. - A wipe rubbed over
the glans of my penis and I moaned.

    -œExcept I assume they had a bit less jizz in their diapers, - Jess
said with a chuckle.

    -œUh, yeah, just a bit, - Emma agreed.

    -œMaybe I need to have Aaron start wearing diapers...  I could have you
change him as well... - Jess mused.  I couldn't tell if she was serious. I
hoped to God not; as kinky as our play got, pooping on myself wasn't part
of it.



   Emma wrapped the wipe around my rod and scrubbed down its length. 
Another grunt from me and I winced as I tried to contain myself.

    -œJess, I think he's going to cum again, - Emma said disapprovingly.

   Jess sighed.   -œI'm not surprised.  When he's naked in front of a girl,
he's like a dog with a hydrant.  Well, here.  Take another wipe to catch it
in. -

   Emma took the wipe and tossed the other one on the bag.  She placed the
clean one at the tip of my penis and wrapped her other hand around me. 
Just like that, she went from cleaning me to stroking me.  I wasn't going
to last long, I knew.

    -œTry to go slower, - Jess suggested,  -œIf you make him hold it in
longer, you'll empty him more fully. -

    -œIs that true? - Emma said looking up at me.  She did, indeed, slow
way down before getting her answer.

   I had trouble answering as I was struggling to avoid shooting at her.  
-œI...  I...  can't say...  I ever...  actually measured it... 
scientifically, - I said in between gasps.

    -œHmmmm... - Jess said.   -œSounds like something we should research.
For science. -

   Emma laughed.   -œCount me in!  Maybe there's a Nobel prize waiting for
us! -

   Three more strokes and I could hold it no longer.  I came hard and shot
into the baby wipe.  Emma's reflexes were excellent and she tipped the wipe
up just in time to catch it.

   I started to stumble from the orgasm but Jess moved in quickly to steady
me.  I moaned loudly as Emma continued to stroke me.

    -œThere we go, just let it all out, - Jess said in my ear.  And I did.

   I had just been masturbated less than an hour earlier so there wasn't a
huge amount to let out, but Emma patiently milked every last drop until I
ceased dribbling.

   Jess had set the wipes down on the floor when I was stumbling, so Emma
reached over a grabbed a fresh one to clean the drip remaining on my tip
before disposing of them.

    -œThere we go, - Jess said with a pat on my butt.   -œAll empty. -

    -œK, - Jess said, releasing me.   -œGo through some shorts on. -

    -œActually... - Emma said, then paused.

    -œYes? - Jess questioned.

    -œHe can stay naked, like that, if you want.  I don't mind, - she
said.

   Jess chuckled.   -œOk, it's fine with me.  No bottoms for Aaron then. -

   No one asked my feelings on the matter.  I wasn't surprised, though.



    -œSo, Emma, we need to talk, - Jess said.  There was the
to-the-principle's-office tone again.   -œCome have a seat.  Aaron, you can
sit, too. - How big of her.

   On the couch, Jess put her hand on Emma's leg.   -œSo, we need to talk
about your bush. - It reminded me of the commercials where the daughter
asks the mother  -œMom, do you douche? -

    -œOkkkk, - Emma said hesitantly.

    -œIt's gotta go, - Jess said bluntly.  She made a chopping motion
through the air with her hand to punctuate it.

    -œI see, - Emma said.

    -œI'm sure you've noticed that Aaron and I both go for the bald eagle
look. - She pointed to my exposed hairless crotch.   -œAnd I think we need
to do some serious landscaping before you start dating.  You don't
necessarily need to go bowling-ball smooth, but we need to do some major
deforestation. -

    -œOk, but I've never shaved anything other than my legs before, - Emma
said.

    -œI can do it, - I volunteered, eagerly as usual.

    -œAaron and I shave each other weekly.  He is very experienced, - Jess
agreed.   -œUmmm...  ok, I guess.  If you guys think I should. -

    -œOk then, - I said jumping up.  My flaccid cock bounced at the sudden
movement and made Emma laugh.  I ignored it.

    -œI'll grab the gear, Jess you can get her prepped, - I said in a rare
moment of authority.

    -œOk, - Jess said.   -œYou heard the man.  Let's get you stripped. -

   Chapter 22



   I returned with several thick towels, a bowl of water, small scissors,
and a new disposable razor.  Emma stood in the center of the living room
nude from the waist down.  Back in her class, she had been wearing a plain,
conservative blouse and navy blue pants.  The pants, and panties that had
been beneath them, were now in a pile on the floor.

    -œOk, - I said as I laid a towel out on the floor,  -œwhat kind of
look do we want?  Full Brazilian?  Minor trim of the hedges?  Landing
strip? -

   Jess put her hand to her chin and squatted down in front of Emma's
crotch.  She studied it with the same intensity of someone seeing the Mona
Lisa for the first time.

    -œWell, - she said eventually,  -œthe pussy lips need to be smooth, of
course. - She waved her palm around in a circle in front of Emma's pussy
so I would know where the lips were.

    -œUp top, - she continued,  -œI'm thinking a basic rectangular patch.
We will leave something for now so she doesn't feel like a twelve-year-old
down there while still leaving easy access to the important parts. -

    -œWorks for me, - I said as I uncapped the razor.   -œK, on your back,
- I said, all take-charge and shit.   -œPlease, - I added after a
moment's reflection.

   Jess helped the bottomless Emma down to the floor on the towel.  She lay
there, on her back, legs bent at the knees and with her heels pulled in
tight against her butt.

   I set my tools on the floor in front of her and knelt down, placing my
hands on her knees.  I tried to separate them but encountered resistance.

    -œK, kinda need to spread these now, - I said.  She relaxed and her
legs fell apart.

   Her knees were no longer touching, but her thick thighs still were.

    -œA little wider, sweetie, - Jess said.  Reluctantly, she opened them
fully.  I don't think she was particularly shy at that point, but it was a
very vulnerable position she was in so a little apprehension was
understandable.

    -œSorry! - she said, picking her head up enough to look at me through
her thighs.

    -œIt's ok, no worries, - I replied, her black mound now on display
before me.

    -œAlright, so the first thing will be to moisten the hair down there,
- I explained.

   She lifted her head again and looked between her legs at me.   -œDo you
use, like, shaving cream or something? -

    -œI don't, - I answered.   -œThere are some pretty delicate pieces
down here, - - I patted her on the pussy, causing her to jerk just a
little -  -œand shaving cream prevents me from seeing what I'm doing. 
You'll probably feel a little razor burn, but it won't be bad and will go
away quickly.  Trust me, I do Jess the same way every time. -

   Without further ado, I dipped a corner of another towel into the bowl of
water and rubbed it on her privates.  I'd made sure the water was quite
warm and she moaned pleasurably at the sensation.

   Jess sat, cross-legged, on the side of Emma's head and ran her fingers
tenderly through Emma's hair while I worked.

   Step one was using the scissors to remove most of the excess hair to get
it down to something more manageable.  The sound of the clipping caused her
to jerk in surprise.

    -œPlease try to be still.  You have a beautiful pussy and I'd like to
leave it intact, - I said.

    -œOk, sorry, I was just surprised, - she apologized.

    -œIt's ok, no problem, - I reassured her.

   I worked first on her pubic mound, pulling thick tufts of fur off and
tossing them onto the towel as the scissors made their click-click-click
sound in the otherwise quiet living room.

    -œCareful, Aaron! - Jess suddenly warned.  I looked down at Emma's
pussy in confusion, not seeing what was wrong.  I looked back up to Jess
who was pointing at my own crotch.

   I looked sharply down and remembered that I was still bottomless myself
as Jess had ordered.  Staring at Emma's privates had made me erect again
and my erection was pointing precariously in the direction of the scissors.

    -œOh, fuck!  Thank you! - I said as I scooted my crotch away from the
danger zone.  Emma picked up her head to see what was going on but Jess
pushed it gently back down.

    -œDon't worry about anything down there; just lay back and relax, -
she told Emma.

   I resumed clipping and, in another couple minutes, I had Emma's pubes
down to fuzz.  Well, probably more than fuzz, but nothing that could be
worked into a topiary anymore.

   Another round of wetting came before the razor.  As I blotted her vag, I
noted that while I moistened her outside, she was handling moistening her
insides quite well on her own.

   She gasped when she felt the first scrape of the blade across her mound
and I stopped abruptly.

    -œI'm ok, - she said without looking up.   -œYou can keep going. -

   And so I did.  As ordered, I shaved all the fur above her lips into a
neat rectangle about three inches wide.  This was the 'less-intimate' part,
relatively speaking.

    -œOk, I need to insert my fingers into you, - I said to prep her for
what was to come.

   Very gingerly, I slid two fingers into her wet tunnel and used my thumb
to pull one lip taut.  I simply held it that way for a few seconds so she
could get accustomed to it before letting the razor scrape against it.

   Several swipes later, her left nether lip was smooth.  The opposing lip
received the same treatment immediately after.  My hands were covered in
her juices; I put the fingers up to my nose and enjoyed her scent for just
a moment before Jess cleared her throat loudly.

    -œHow are we doing down there?? - she asked pointedly.

    -œJust fine, - I said, pouting as I went back to work.

   With the wet towel, I scrubbed all the stray furs from her crotch and
surveyed what I had done.  And I saw that it was good.

    -œK, - I said,  -œOnly one last area to do. -

   Emma didn't know what I was referring to, but Jess did.  Jess tapped her
on the shoulder and said,  -œOk, kiddo.  Roll over and up on all fours.

   She turned her head towards Jess in surprise.   -œHuh? - she asked.

    -œYour ass, girl.  We do a very thorough job here, - she explained.

   Apparently, Emma COULD be even more embarrassed than she was already
because I saw her turn even redder at the thought of getting up on all
fours in front of me, but she did so without protest.

   I was kneeling directly behind Emma's full, round bottom; thanks to the
work that I had done thus far, her pussy lips could now be seen poking
through her thighs.

    -œEnjoying the view, Aaron? - Jess asked.

   I looked up in surprise to see her pointing at my erection.  I looked
down to see that it was dripping pre-cum again.  I blushed.

    -œI think twice today is enough for you.  Don't plan on doing anything
else with that, - she said, wagging a finger at my penis.  As it happens,
she WOULD have more plans for it much later in the day.  But I'm getting
ahead of myself.

   I returned to work.   -œJess, I need you to hold her cheeks apart. -

   Jess wiggled over on her knees until she was on the side of Emma's hip,
facing me.  She used both hands to pull both butt cheeks apart, exposing
the rosebud there.

   Emma moaned as I applied the warm towel there and I enjoyed seeing her
wiggle at the feeling.

   Her ass wasn't that hairy (how is that for a compliment) so it only took
a few passes to remove all the stragglers there.  I wiped along her ass
cheeks and her pubic mound one last time to clean them.

   With a playful slap to one cheek, I declared the surgery a success.

   Emma rolled back over onto her butt and spread her legs to look at the
job I had done.

    -œExcellent job as always, Aaron, - Jess said, admiring my work.  Emma
ran her hand over the patch of fur that I had left to identify her as an
adult.

    -œWow, it feels...  funny, - she commented.

    -œYou'll get used to it, - Jess assured her.   -œK, now that we've
dressed you up underneath your clothes, we need to find you an outfit, -
Jess said clapping her hands together and hopping up.

   Chapter 23



   Emma dried herself off with the towel before getting dressed.

    -œAlright, let's go check out your closet.  Come on, Aaron, I want a
guy's input, too, - Jess said.

   I went to put my pants on but was chastised with an  -œUh, uh.  That
little guy will be my gauge for how sexy the choices are, - she said.

   That meant going out bottomless, but it was only a few feet to Emma's so
I chose not to complain.  You have to pick your battles sometimes.  I did
make sure to peek out into the hallway before ducking over there.

   Jess went straight to Emma's bedroom and flung the closet doors open. 
She had already been in here to pick out her skirt the other day, so she
already had an idea of the available choices.  Her arm swept a huge number
of pieces aside on the rod.

   She pulled out a dress and frowned at it for a moment before handing it
to Emma.

    -œUndress and try this one on, - she said doubtfully.  Emma took it,
then looked at me.  I think she was going to ask for privacy before
realizing that A) I, myself, was standing before her with my cock exposed,
and B) I had just shaved her pussy and asshole ten minutes earlier.

   She slipped her pants and blouse off, leaving her in bra and panties. 
She hurriedly pulled the dress over her head.  With a cute little shimmy,
she pulled it all the way down.  Jess eyed it for just a moment before
rejecting it.   -œNo, much too loose.  Take it back off. -

   Emma did and went to redress before Jess stopped her.   -œDon't bother
with that.  We've seen everything you have to offer. -

   Emma dropped her clothes on the bed and stood half-naked on the side of
me.

   Jess pulled out a blouse that had shoulder straps which would
criss-cross across her chest.  She handed it to Emma and told to try that
one on.

   She did, and I checked her out as she stood there in the blouse, panties
showing below it.

   Jess abruptly grabbed my soft cock and eyed it.

    -œNo, Aaron says still not sexy enough, - she declared.  For the
record, neither I, nor my cock, had said any such thing.

    -œTake it back off, - Jess ordered.

   Several pieces later, Jess had decided that nothing Emma owned was
acceptable.

    -œObviously, we have to head to the mall for some new clothes.  Ok,
both of you can get dressed.  Aaron, you can wear shorts but no underwear,
- she directed.

   Chapter 24

   Five minutes later, we were all in Jess' car.  She was driving but had
told both of us to sit in the backseat together.

    -œOk, let's make the most of our time, - Jess said as she pulled out
onto the street.   -œEmma, please help Aaron remove his shorts. -

   Emma looked down at my crotch, then back up to me.  I knew better than
to try and remove them myself, so I just raised my hands up and turned my
crotch towards Emma.

   (Author's note: Please, always wear your seatbelt.  Unless, that is, you
are trapped in an erotic novel and it is inconvenient to the plot.)

   Emma unbuttoned my shorts and reached for the zipper.

    -œCareful with the zipper, please! - I said hurriedly.   -œNo
underwear to protect anything down there! -

   Emma lowered my zipper with a theatrical slowness.  She pulled my shorts
forward as she did and peered inside.  She peeked in at my penis with such
caution that I think she was worried it could spring out at any moment like
prank snakes in a can of peanuts..

   With the zipper fully open, my shorts still held my member against my
leg.  She looked up to me for direction but I just continued to hold my
hands up and shrugged.

   She looked in my shorts for another second before reaching in and
grabbing my cock.  It sprung free of the shorts and slapped against my
belly.

   Jess adjusted the rear-view mirror so she could see what was going on in
the back seat.

    -œK, - she said,  -œAaron, ass up so she can pull the shorts off. -

   Emma's gaze swung out the windows to see if anyone would be able to see
us.  Not that it would have mattered one way or the other to Jess.  My ass
lifted off the seat.

   Sitting up, my crotch was now easily visible to anyone looking. 
Realizing that, Emma rapidly yanked my shorts down to my ankles and I
quickly sat back down.

   Emma stared at my hard rod, sticking straight up in the back of the car.
We both just sat there and Jess sighed loudly.

    -œGod, do I need to write you guys a script?  Emma, play with my
husband's dick.  Don't let him cum, though.  Just toy with him and get him
going.  He's already cum twice today, so he should be able to hold it a
little better than usual. -

   Emma wrapped her hand around me and slowly began to stroke up and down.
Jess was right and I was a bit less sensitive than usual; but it still
certainly felt good.

   Emma picked up the pace a bit.   -œDo you like it when I do this to you?
- she asked.  Her tone told me that it wasn't rhetorical.

    -œGod, yes.  Can't you tell? - I said.

   Apparently she couldn't and she seemed unhappy with my level of physical
response; her next strokes brought her palm all the way up over my cock
head, rubbing against the sensitive rim as she did so.  That elicited a
moan from me which made her smile.

   Two more times and I was leaking pre-cum into her palm.  She looked at
it for a second before rubbing it all over the end of my penis like she was
holding the handle of a walking stick.

   I moaned loudly in the back seat and started to wiggle around as I felt
the orgasm beginning.  Jess heard the moan.

    -œNo cumming, I said! - Jess said sharply from the front seat.  Emma
was enjoying herself I saw.

   She leaned in towards me as she continued to tease the rim of my penis.
-œNooo...  we won't let him do that... - she cooed, staring me in the
face. She was getting into it, I could tell.

   My breathing quickened and Emma felt my pelvis tighten.  She abruptly
stopped and yanked her hand away.  I groaned as my feeling of pleasure
immediately turned to one of frustration.

    -œThat's just about enough, I think, Jess, - she said without taking
her eyes off me.

    -œSure sounds like it! - Jess said with a laugh.

   Emma realized that my fluids were still on her hand.  She glanced at it
for just a second before deciding to wipe it off on my knee.  It made a
naughty smudge there which I realized immediately afterward would not be
covered by my shorts.  If Jess let me put them back on, that is.  She'd
have to before we got out of the car, right?  Right?

   Chapter 25

   We pulled into the mall parking lot a minute later.  I tensed as we
drove through the packed lot.  Anyone would easily be able to see me, but
Jess was still driving and no one did.

   As she pulled into a spot, she looked over her shoulder.

    -œOk, you can put them back on.  For now.  Don't think we're done yet
though. -

   My erection was painfully hard as I stuck it back in my shorts.  The
rough fabric scraped uncomfortably against my sensitive skin down there,
but I wasn't going to show weakness.  I knew better than that.

   Emma and I followed behind Jess who led the way inside.

   Jess brought us to  -œBoulevard -, a store that caters to plus-sized
women.  She immediately headed towards the rack of dresses.

    -œK, gang, we want something sexy and, importantly, 'tight' per
request. Emma, what size are you? - Jess asked.

    -œ26-28, - she answered.

    -œAlright, everyone split up.  Start looking, - Jess instructed.

   I started pushing clothes around on the rack, but I'll be the first to
admit that ladies' evening-wear fashion is not my strong suit.  Send me to
pick out some lingerie or crotchless panties, I'm your guy.

   Emma pulled something out first.  It was sparkly green, full length, and
would show little flesh.  Even I could tell that Jess would veto it
immediately.

    -œFuck, haven't I taught you anything? - Her words were harsh but her
tone playful.

   Jess pulled put a white gown, slit up one leg with a plunging neck line.

    -œHere, go try this one on.  Take Aaron with you.  Have him drop his
shorts and see how hard he gets. - I saw over Jess' shoulder a clerk who
had been folding blouses and suddenly looked up in horror at hearing Jess'
words.  I'm sure Jess knew she was there.

   I tagged along to the fitting room behind Emma.  There was a teenaged
girl sitting at a desk there  -œmonitoring - things.  Fortunately, she was
too busy texting to notice me entering the same stall as Emma.  Actually,
considering they were the fitting rooms for a store that only sells woman's
clothing, my entering ANY stall should have raised red flags.  Then again,
maybe not these days.

   Anyway, we both ducked inside and closed the door quickly.  There was an
awkward pause as we both seemed to consider who should strip first.  In the
end, it was me.

   I yanked my shorts down to the floor quickly, exposing my cock, which
had softened, to Emma who looked at it for only a second before undressing
herself.

   I took the opportunity to enjoy her half-naked body as she removed the
dress from the hanger.  I'd seen everything she had already, but it was
still nice to look anyway.  She pulled the dress on over her head and
tugged it down.  She smoothed it out and put her hands out on both sides,
modeling it for me.

    -œIt looks nice, - I said, somewhat generically.  Emma frowned as she
checked my dick, still at half staff.

   We both jumped as the fitting room door was pulled open.  Jess stood
there, holding the door open all the way as she looked in.

   The girl at the desk turned around at the sound of Emma's shriek.  There
we were, Emma in the dress standing next to me, naked from the waist down
with my limp penis exposed.

    -œHey, I don't know what you guys are doing in- - the girl began to
say.

   Jess whirled around at her without releasing the door.  Her face had
turned icy cold.

    -œShut up or I'll tell your boss about that text I just saw on your
phone where you talked about giving your boyfriend a blow job in the
fitting room, - Jess said fiercely.

   The girl went as white as a sheet.  She glanced at my cock and spun back
around without another word.

   Jess turned back to me, all smiles again.  She reached in and lifted my
penis just a bit, examining it.

    -œObviously, Aaron doesn't approve of this one, - she commented.

    -œI didn't say- - but she cut me off.

    -œStrip and give me that one back, - she said to Emma.   -œI have
another one for you. -

   There was a moment of nothing while Emma waited for Jess to close the
door.  Jess, however, had no intention of doing so.  Emma glanced nervously
at the girl at the desk who was trying hard to ignore us.

    -œJess! - she whispered harshly,  -œI can't undress with the door
open! -

   Jess gestured at my very exposed crotch.   -œAaron doesn't seem to have
a problem with it. - Actually, I rather did, but didn't have much say in
it.   -œJust go quickly, - she suggested.

   Emma rapidly pulled the dress back up and handed it to Jess.  She
crossed her legs and tried to cover herself, one hand across her breasts,
the other in front of her crotch.  In truth, with the size of her legs and
the fact that they were crossed, you couldn't even make out the fabric of
her panties so the hand there did absolutely nothing productive.  At least,
not yet.

   Jess took the dress and tossed it over her shoulder, but she didn't
leave.

    -œThe other dress, - she said calmly,  -œis very tight.  You'll have
to take off the bra and panties to try it on, otherwise, they will show
through. - She stuck her hand out to wait for them.

   Emma's eyes went huge and I saw the girl at the desk stir.  Her head
cocked just enough that I could tell she was trying to listen.

    -œJess, no!  I can't! - Emma said frantically.  Her eyes were darting
around Jess to see if anyone was looking our way.  Luckily, the store was
relatively slow, but I could see at least two middle aged women across the
store browsing through racks of clothes.

    -œYES, you CAN.  And you WILL, - Jess said.  I knew the tone well.

   Emma sighed heavily and grumbled something I didn't hear before reaching
behind her to undo her bra strap.  With a couple of quick, audible CLICKS,
the bra came off and Emma tossed it to Jess.  I watched her boobs dangling
and swinging as she hurried to bend over and pull off her panties.

   In record time, Emma's nude body was standing right next to my
half-naked one in the small space.  Jess smiled broadly as she took the
panties in hand.

    -œI'll be right back.  DON'T close this, - Jess said, making a
thumbing gesture at the door.  Before she walked away, she tapped the girl
at the desk on the shoulder; she had clearly been listening intently.

    -œExcuse me, Miss, - Jess said, oozing politeness,  -œCould you keep
an eye on my two friends here?  I'll be right back. -

   The girl turned around as Jess walked away.  She looked like she had
been slapped as her jaw dropped; she eyed both of our naked bodies standing
there, fidgeting uncomfortably.  Not sure what to do, she quickly looked
away, letting her eyes focus on anything in our direction save our bodies.

   Emma had her legs squeezed together as tightly as they would go and, as
such, I couldn't see any of her pussy, but I knew it was there and I knew
what it looked like quite well already.  She made a half hearted attempt to
cover her boobs again, not from me, I think, but rather any stranger who
might happen by.

   Indeed, a customer walked into the fitting area with several garments on
her arm and did a quick double take upon seeing us.

    -œWhat- - she started to say.  The girl at the desk cut her off.

    -œYes, Ma'am, do you need some help?  We have an open stall right over
here, - she said.  Her voice cracked with anxiety, but she did an
admirable job of moving the woman along to the next available booth before
the woman could make a scene.

   There wasn't anything to do but wait, so I checked out Emma's cute body
once more.  Her arm across her chest still left her pointy little nipples
exposed and I noticed for the first time how perfectly round her areolas
were.  As I did, I felt myself hardening again.

   Jess returned with another dress and opened her mouth, but closed it
again once she saw my erection.

    -œWell, I guess we've established what Aaron likes to see you in, -
Jess said with a smirk.   -œBut, since your birthday suit would be a bit
promiscuous for a first date, try this on. -

   The dress didn't seem very revealing from what I could tell; until Emma
took it and held it up in front of her, that is.  It wasn't particularly
short or anything, but it became clear that the dress would be EXTREMELY 
-œform-fitting. - Emma frowned at it as she must have deduced the same
thing.

    -œIt's never going to fit, - she whined.

    -œYes, it will.  Unless you want to go out there, - - Jess pointed out
into the store -  -œthe way you are currently dressed and find something
else instead? - Emma glanced out to the store where she could see
customers milling about and hurriedly pulled the dress over her head.

   It got as far as her shoulders and got stuck.  Her arms were pointing
straight up and her entire head was hidden in the bunched up fabric.  Her
body started jiggling like a bowl of Jello as she struggled to pull the
dress down without success.  She appeared to panic a bit and her boobs
bobbed up and down.

    -œFuck, Aaron, help her already! - Jess said in exasperation.

   I had been ogling her jiggling naked flesh like an idiot but Jess'
comment snapped me out of it.  I grabbed the base of the dress bunched
around her shoulders and pulled it down.  She continued to shimmy as I
tugged on it.  I got it down enough for her head to stick through and I
heard her suck in a huge lung full of air.  The dress was now below her
boobs, but it jammed up again as her stomach and hips flared out.  Jess
came to the rescue and helped pull it down the rest of the way.

   The dress fit her like a bandage (in fact, I was told later that is what
it was called.  Jess had plenty of slutty outfits, but nothing like that
dress.) It was much longer down one leg than the other, leaving a fair
amount of leg showing on one side.  Her rack was plainly visible through
the tight fabric with both globes traced perfectly and her nipples damn
near ready to punch through.

   On the back side, both ass cheeks and her crack were as clear as day. 
Jess put her hands on her hips as she walked around Emma (tough to do in
the small area and she banged into my erection as she did so, causing me to
grunt.)

    -œPerfect, - she finally declared with a nod.  Emma couldn't believe
her.

    -œJess!  I can't go out like this!  I can barely breathe! - Emma
protested.

    -œYou showed your pussy at work; this is hardly more obscene.  And as
for the tightness, you'll get used to it.  I don't know how we will get it
back off though; you might as well leave it on.  I'll just have the clerk
scan it and remove the security tag. -

   Jess turned her attention to me next.   -œAaron, you seem to be
dripping. - She pointed at a bead of pre-cum on the end of my pee hole. 
Turning around, Jess addressed the girl at the desk.

    -œExcuse me, Miss? - Jess tapped her on the shoulder and she turned
around to face us.

    -œIs it ok if my friend leaves this dress on and we just pay for it
when we leave? - she asked.  Before she could answer, Jess turned back to
me, looked down at my cock, and made a Tsk-tsk sound.

   Reaching out, she used a finger to remove the drop of cum and held it in
front of my mouth.

    -œOpen, - she commanded.  I still hated eating cum, but I had been
forced to do much worse in the past so I didn't complain and obeyed,
opening wide.

   The look of shock on both Emma's face, and the clerks, ALMOST made it
worth it.  Almost, but not quite.  Jess stuck her finger in my mouth and
patiently waited for me to close and suck it clean.

   I twisted my face into a look of disgust, more for the amusement of the
girls than anything else since it really was only a small drop.  To cap it
off, I made sure to lick my lips.  I know how to play for an audience.

   Withdrawing her finger from my mouth, Jess turned back to the girl like
nothing unusual had just transpired.

    -œSo, is it? - she asked.

   The stunned girl, who had just witnessed a twenty something naked guy
get fed his own semen in her store, had absolutely no idea what Jess was
talking about.   -œHuh? - was all she managed.

   Jess was very patient.   -œMy friend?  Can she leave the dress on? -

   The clerk blinked several times before looking at the other girl that
Jess was gesturing to.  She was clearly still confused but said,  -œYeah.
Yes.  Sure, whatever. - She immediately looked back to the naked guy (i.e.
me.)

    -œGreat! - Jess said.   -œWe're good here then. -

   The clerk didn't get the hint and kept staring at me.  Jess tapped her
on the shoulder.   -œYou can go back to your desk NOW, - she said firmly.

    -œOh!  Yes, of course, - the clerk said, turning around at last.

   Once we were  -œalone - again, Emma leaned in towards Jess.

    -œFuck!  I can't believe you just made him lick that! - she exclaimed
in a harsh whisper.

    -œHey, I've swallowed way more of his cum than that, - Jess said,
quite loudly.   -œWhat's fair is fair.  You took a load in the mouth
yourself, you told us. -

   Emma's eyes darted out to the store, as if someone would be listening in
and be disapproving of the fact that she had given head in the past  -"
that thought would clearly be more offensive than the naked guy next to her
just waiting for his indecent exposure charge.

    -œAlright, let's go.  Aaron, get dressed.  Emma, fold up your other
clothes, - Jess commanded.  She clapped her hands together to make the
point.

   I had to shove my erection down inside my shorts leg.  Sadly, I'm not
large enough that there was any danger of it sticking out the bottom, but
it did still make an impossible-to-mistake bulge in the front.

    -œHmmm, - Jess said, staring at it.   -œI guess we'll have to do
something about that. - She didn't say what that 'something' was but I
would find out soon.

   Chapter 26

   Back out on the floor of the store, Jess headed over to the 'intimate
apparel' section.  'Intimate' in this case basically just meant bras and
panties.  I felt uncomfortable hanging around the area, like people would
think that I was some sort of pervert (which I was.  Am.  Nevermind.)

   Jess picked up a few pairs of panties.  The first was pure white and
very lacy, completely unlike the boy-shorts that Emma was currently
wearing. The second pair was a thong.

    -œJess! - Emma hissed.   -œI can't wear that!  My butt would swallow
it whole! -

    -œThat's the general idea, - Jess commented as she held them up.  She
handed them to Emma.

    -œK, hold these for me.  Now, we need one more pair.  I don't care what
they look like or size.  Find me the cheapest pair they have. - She didn't
explain why but I would find out before too long.

   Finding sales and discounts is my thing and, as such, I was the winner.
I found a hideous fucking pair on clearance with an additional 50% off 
-œat the register - for a net price of $1.47.  Jess took them from me and
rubbed her fingers over the 'silky' fabric before nodding at them.  
-œThese will do. -

   She grabbed my hand and led me back to the fitting rooms.  Emma tagged
along behind us.  The same girl at the desk looked up at us as we
approached.  Jess held up the panties in front of her.

    -œI'm going in to try these on.  He - - she nodded backward towards me
-  -œis going to tell me how they fit. -

   The girl started to protest.   -œMa'am, you can't try on underwear- -

   Jess ignored her and opened the door to the same stall we were in
before. After pulling me inside, she turned to Emma.

    -œYou should probably wait here.  We are going to need a little space,
- she said.  Emma was confused but obeyed.

   Once the door was closed, Jess reached over and undid my shorts, pulling
them down in one swoop.  Before I could do anything, she undid her own
pants and pulled those down as well.  Her panties followed immediately
thereafter.

   The door to the stall didn't go all the way to the floor, so our pile of
clothes was visible to both the clerk and Emma.

    -œHey, they- - the girl started to say, but Emma took charge.

    -œDidn't she tell you to be quiet? - Emma told her menacingly.  The
girl shut up instantly.  Emma got a rush from the sudden power trip.  No
wonder Jess liked being the boss.

   A moment later, Emma saw Jess' hands grip the top of the door and it
rattled on its hinges.  She could see Jess' legs spread wide and she was
clearly facing the door.

   Inside the stall, she would have seen Jess, naked from the waist down,
standing spread eagle and bent at the waist with her back to me.

    -œOk, we don't have all day here.  Get moving, - she said over her
shoulder.

   I didn't need to be told twice.  I reached between her legs for her slit
and was unsurprised to find it very moist.  I inserted two fingers into her
to lubricate them, then used them to lubricate my shaft prior to attempting
entry.

   From outside in the hall, both Emma and the clerk heard the unmistakable
moan as my fingers worked their way into my wife on the opposite side of
the door.

   Despite Jess' insistence that I hurry, I took my time as I placed the
end of my member at her entrance.  I rubbed the head along her lips and
pushed in just a little before withdrawing.  I repeated this two more
times, pushing a little farther in each time so as to fully lube myself
before driving in completely.  As I did, the door banged against its
hinges.

   Jess grunted loudly, making no effort to hide our activities from either
Emma (who already knew about our sex life) nor the clerk (who Jess couldn't
have cared less about learning about our sex life.)

   I reached around to the front of Jess' shirt and massaged her boobs
through it as I pumped into her from behind.  I felt my orgasm building, so
one hand moved down the front of her shirt to the top of her pussy.

   I found her clit and rapidly flicked it as it became increasingly
difficult to hold back my own orgasm.  I slowed my thrusting into Jess, but
she responded by shoving her hips back into me more fiercely to make up for
it.

   I'm sure Emma and the clerk both heard my groan as I orgasmed and came
inside Jess.  She felt the squirt and knew I had climaxed which made her
speed up even faster, bouncing her butt cheeks against my pelvis before I
shrank.  Luckily for her, the combination of my frigging her clit and her
own bouncing pushed her over the edge before I slid out of her.

   The squeezing of her vaginal walls as she orgasmed pushed my softening
rod out like a tiny missile but she didn't seem to notice (or care if she
did.) She slammed her hand repeatedly against the door as the waves of
pleasure went over her; I swear she did it just for the attention, though.

   Exhausted, she pulled my hand away from her clit and slumped against the
door as her orgasm subsided.  I ran my hands along her ass cheeks while she
recovered.  She was moaning loud enough that I thought the entire store was
sure to have heard us.

   Eventually, she turned around and sat down on the small little bench
built into one wall.  She splayed her legs open and just sat there for a
minute, recovering from the orgasm.  I just stood there stupidly when Jess
suddenly grabbed the one dollar panties from the floor and swung them up
just in time to catch a bead of cum dripping from my pee hole.

    -œNice reflexes, - I commented.   -œThanks! - she said.  She folded
the panties in half and shoved them into her slit.  She scrubbed rather
hard, I thought, as she scooped as much of my seed from her vag as she
could with the underwear.  Once finished, she proceeded to ball them up as
small as possible which she cupped in her hand.

   After setting them down on the bench next to her, she stood up and
redressed.  I took the cue and followed suit.

   Jess swung the stall door open hard, letting it slam in the process. 
Both Emma and the clerk jumped in surprise.  Jess leaned against the door
frame and made a very exaggerated show of wiping sweat from her forehead
with the back of her hand.

    -œWhew!  That was some fun! - she said with a pat to my crotch
followed by a slap to my ass.

   The clerk was dumbstruck and covering her mouth with both hands.  For
someone who had blown her boyfriend in a fitting room (or so I had heard),
you'd have thought she'd be a bit less shocked.

   Jess took both Emma and me by the hand leading us away from the fitting
rooms, ignoring the girl's eyes following us away and around the corner.



   Jess led us to the main checkout counter at the head of the store.

    -œHi, - Jess said, placing her hands on the counter and leaning over
to the clerk there.   -œI need to pay for a few items, but there was a very
nice girl manning the fitting room station and she was VERY helpful.  Is
there any way she would be able to ring us out? -

   The sixteen-year-old chubby girl at the counter (the little plaque in
front of the register said her name was 'Patty') looked a bit puzzled; they
didn't work on commission, so she didn't know why it mattered, but at $8.25
an hour, she also didn't really give a shit.

    -œSure, Ma'am, no problem. - She picked up the phone and pressed a
button on it.  A loud tone reverberated through the store followed by her
voice as she spoke into the receiver.

    -œMarissa to the front desk, please, Marissa. -

   The girl, I assume now 'Marissa', popped her head out from around the
wall of the fitting room area and looked in our direction.  Even from
across the store, I could see the color drain out of her face as she saw us
all up at the counter.  I'm pretty sure I could even see the deep breath
she took.

   After a beat though, she put on a huge, 100% fake, minimum wage clerk's
grin and strode confidentially up to where we were.

    -œMarissa, - Patty said,  -œthis lady requested that you personally
ring her out 'cuz she was so happy with you. - Patty said this with
absolutely no emotion in her voice at all.

   I saw Marissa sigh in relief.   -œSure thing, - she said.

   Patty left the counter to, well, to do nothing really except wander
around the store.  Marissa picked up the portable barcode scanner and asked
Emma to walk around to the side of the counter so she could zap the tag on
the dress.  Emma handed her the two pairs of underwear that Jess had given
her earlier and Marissa scanned both of those also.

    -œThat'll be $68.50, - Marissa said, reading the screen in front of
her.

    -œOh, I have one more item, Marissa, - Jess said pleasantly.  She
opened her hand and showed Marissa the wadded up panties.  Marissa
instinctively reached over and took them from Jess but then her face
contorted as she felt the wetness.

   Her frown turned to puzzlement as she opened them to find the tag;
realization only dawned on her once she saw the sticky white strings
clinging to the fabric.

    -œOh, fuck, gross! - she exclaimed.  She tossed the soiled panties
into the waste barrel on the side of her and looked at her hand, now
covered in my jizz.  She looked all around before finding a box of tissues
off to one side.  Grabbing one, she wiped the evidence of my love (for
Jess, not her) from her palm and tossed it in the barrel as well.

    -œHey, I need to pay for those.  I'm not some sort of thief, you know,
- Jess said, pointing at the barrel.  Marissa gave her a scowl before
picking the scanner back up with her clean hand.  She leaned over, pointed
it at the barrel and zapped from two feet away.  I heard the distinctive
BEEP of the item being registered.

    -œ$69.97, - Marissa said.  Her 100% fake smile was 100% gone.  Jess',
however, was 100% real as she handed her credit card over.

   Chapter 27

   The next stop on our mall visit was a place called  -œSpooner's Gifts.
- It was a place I was acquainted with, but the dull expression on Emma's
face told me that she wasn't.  It was a very misleadingly presented store
with graphic t-shirts on display on the front window along with various
Man-Cave/College-dorm type decorations and crap.  Next to a  -œMetallica -
t-shirt was a glowing Plasma ball and on the other side was a 3' tall beer
glass.  A beer pong set was also on display.  I already knew that we were
here for none of that junk.

   The t-shirts and shit gave no hint as to the stuff at the back of the
store which was basically all sex toys.  Most of the people that walked
through the mall on their way to the Gap after eating their Auntie Anne's
pretzel had no idea that they were walking by a store selling dildos,
vibrators, and butt plugs quite openly.

   Jess knew right where the good stuff was and led us to that part of the
store.  Emma's look of shock at the sudden appearance of the sex toys was
worth the trip itself.  In front of her were a blow-up doll, edible
panties, and bottles of  -œWarming Gel - (Spoiler alert: 'Warming' means
'Burns like fucking hellfire'.)

   Jess paid no attention to Emma's expression but was, instead,
all-business.

    -œAaron, put your arms out to hold some things, - she instructed
without looking at me.

    -œHmmm...  one of these....  definitely these....  one of those... -
she muttered to herself as she started piling items into my arms.  I looked
down to see a cheap blue plastic vibrator, a small black tapered butt plug,
and a set of plastic fuzzy handcuffs.

   The store clerk was a girl in her early twenties.  She was a short,
skinny brunette with glasses and she meandered our way.  Her name tag
identified her as 'Amelia'.

    -œAnything you need help with? - she asked politely.  Two girls and a
guy stocking up on sex toys didn't faze her in the least.

    -œHmmm... - Jess considered.   -œYes.  My friend here is a virgin, -
she said, gesturing to Emma.  Emma's head spun around and her eyes bulged
like she'd been slapped.  Jess continued.

    -œAnd we want some items to make her first time more exciting, - she
finished.

   The girl smiled broadly and genuinely, unlike the girl at Boulevard. 
She slapped Emma on the back.

    -œGood for you, girl! - she said.  Emma blushed a vivid red.  She then
looked at the pile in my arms and surveyed the goodies there.

    -œLooks like you are off to a good start already...  is this the guy
who is going to be popping her cherry? - she asked, thumbing a finger at
me.

   'Say yes, say yes, say yes' ran through my head.   -œNo, it will be
someone else, - Jess said.  Damn!

    -œAnd we aren't sure who yet, - she continued.   -œMy husband here is
pretty easy going about everything including butt play, - she tapped her
hand on my ass,  -œbut that may be a bit much to spring on someone on the
first date. -

   Amelia laughed,  -œYeah, probably so.  You should probably save the butt
plug for at least date number two! - she said, gesturing at the item in my
arms.

   She continued.   -œWell, hand cuffs are always a good standby, and I see
you have those already.  Here, take this feather, - - she took a giant
feather in a clear plastic sleeve off the shelf.   -œBecause that's pretty
tame by any standard.  And... - She looked over the rack with a finger on
her chin in concentration.   -œHow about some nipple clamps? - She took a
blister pack containing two metal nipple clamps connected by a chain and
held it up.

   Jess took it and inspected it.   -œHmmm...  probably still a bit much
for a first time, but I'm thinking these will work great on my husband so
we will take them anyway. - She held the package on the side of my chest,
imagining the clamps dangling from it.  Amelia laughed again.

    -œHere, you can't go wrong with lube, - she said, taking a bottle of
Astro-glide off the shelf.

    -œIndeed you can't, - Jess agreed with a nod.  That went in the pile
too.

    -œAnd, what the hell, take a riding crop for date three, - Amelia
suggested, adding that to the pile lastly.

   Jess looked the items over.   -œDefinitely a good starter kit.  You guys
should market it that way, - she suggested.

    -œPerhaps I'll send corporate an email! - Amelia said with a giggle.

   Jess glanced around the store to see if anyone else was shopping, but we
were alone.

    -œI need one last item also, - she said, and I could see the gleam in
her eye.  It was one I was well experienced with and it invariably meant
more humiliation for me.  Ah, well.

    -œSure, what do you need? - the clerk asked.

    -œDo you have any larger butt plugs than the one my husband is holding?
It is a bit on the wussy side for him, - she said, patting me on the ass.
Amelia was quite professional though as I blushed furiously.

    -œYes, Ma'am, I have a selection of larger and higher quality pieces
behind the counter.  We keep them hidden because regular customers may be
shocked by their size, price or both.  Let me show you what I have, -
Amelia said, heading behind her sales counter.

   She bent down and removed a tote which she set on the counter and
opened.

   Inside was a myriad of dildos and butt plugs that made Jess' eyes
sparkle with wonder.

    -œOh my goodness, they are beautiful, - she exclaimed.

    -œGo ahead, feel free to check out anything you like, - Amelia
offered.

   Jess didn't have to be told twice and she dove into the tote with glee.

   The first item was a blown glass dildo, twisted into a spiral shape.  I
tried to admire the craftsmanship objectively, but knowing what Jess would
be doing with it made that tough.   -œTaking this, - she said.

   The next item was another set of hand cuffs, except these were actual
metal police grade and hinged in the middle.

    -œFuck yeah, - Jess said,  -œI want these too. -

    -œJust so you know, - Amelia said,  -œthose are the real deal.  As in,
you lose the key, you'll have to get a visit from the police department to
remove them. -

    -œWell, I guess we'll have to be careful because we wouldn't want THAT
to happen, - I said dryly.

   Jess ignored me and withdrew a butt plug.  True to Amelia's word, it was
noticeably larger than the beginner model I was holding already, though I'd
taken bigger.  Please don't take that as bragging.  It ain't.  And I wasn't
about to say so as I could see two others in the box that were both larger;
one of them was downright scary.

    -œDoes that size seem good for him? - Amelia asked as if I wasn't
there.  Emma watched, silent and entranced.

   Jess held it up to the light to gauge it and hefted it in her hands
before answering.

    -œI think so.  Can I try it on him, er, try it IN him to check it? -
Jess asked.  Emma choked and for the first time, Amelia seemed flustered.

    -œUm, for hygiene reasons, Ma'am, we can't allow customers to demo the
merchandise... - she said.  Jess laughed.

    -œI realize that, silly.  We will buy it no matter what.  If I need a
bigger size, we will just buy both, - Jess stated.

    -œOh, ok.  Well, the other thing is we don't have a fitting room.  I
guess he could try it out in the mall bathroom... - she said uncertainly.

    -œNonsense.  The store is empty and we are all adults here.  Wait, you
are an adult, right? - Jess asked.

    -œHuh? - Amelia said, momentarily confused.   -œOh!  Yes, Ma'am. 
Twenty-two. -

    -œPerfect.  Then he can try it right here, - Jess said evenly.

    -œJess! - Emma exclaimed.   -œHe can't! -

   Jess blew a raspberry at her before turning to me.

    -œDrop 'em, - she ordered before realizing that my arms were full and
I wouldn't be able to.

    -œEmma, take his shorts down for him please, - she said.

    -œNo!  This is nuts! - Emma protested.

    -œDo it NOW, Emma! - Jess nearly shouted.  The sudden change caused
Emma to jump and her face went blank; she ceased arguing.

   She moved in front of me and undid my shorts; Amelia didn't seem like
this was all that unusual; she just stood and smiled with her arms folded
in front of her small chest.

   My small, flaccid member was exposed a moment later as the shorts were
pulled down again.  I lifted my feet out of them as Emma picked them up
from the floor and stepped back.

   Amelia crossed to the front of me and squatted down in front of my
package, eying it intently.

    -œI like that you keep him shaved, - she said.  She said it to my
scrotum, but I assume it was directed at Jess.

    -œIt's definitely more pleasing that way; a hairy ball sack is not
attractive on any guy, - Jess said in an off-handed way.  She was a good
deal calmer than I felt, seeing as how I was naked from the waist down at
the rear of the small store.

    -œTotally agree, - Amelia said without removing her eyes from me.  
-œI must say, though, he is a bit on the puny side. -

   I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

    -œAaron is a grower, not a shower, - Jess said mildly.  Amelia reached
around and squeezed my ass cheeks, giving them a good shake.

    -œYour slave has excellent control of his erection, Ma'am, - she said.
I'm not sure at what point I was dubbed  -œher slave. - Perhaps it was
implied by our dynamic.  Not that she was wrong.

    -œSelf-control, HA!  Please, call me 'Jess'.  And this is my friend,
Emma, - Jess said, gesturing to Em.   -œObviously, you've met my husband,
Aaron.  And no, he doesn't have great control.  He's just soft because Emma
here masturbated him twice earlier in the day, and I had Aaron fuck me in a
fitting room over at Boulevard less than thirty minutes ago. -

    -œWell, then, that explains it!  It also explains the dried cum that I
see here, - Amelia said with a chuckle.   -œI assume that is why I don't
see any underwear either; going commando means less to get in the way of
play time? -

   It was Jess' turn to chuckle.   -œYes, something like that. -

    -œAlright, - Amelia said with a slap to the front of my thighs, 
-œLet's get your husband fitted. -



   Chapter 28



   Amelia stood back up and took the bottle of Astro-glide from the pile I
was still holding.   -œWe'll need to use some of this, - she said to Jess,
 -œso I assume you are still buying it?  Not that I am totally opposed to
plugging him dry.  Sometimes the extra friction really helps to put a slave
in his place. -

   Jess seemed to consider that for WAY too long.   -œHmmm, something I
will have to keep in mind.  For now, though, I think we'll lube it.  Can't
go attracting a bunch of attention in here with his screams, you know. -

   Amelia looked panicked for just a second as her head jerked around; I
guess she had forgotten that she was like, kinda sorta running a store and
all.  Luckily (for me), we were still alone.

    -œVery good point, - she said finally with a small sigh of relief.

   She took the butt-plug and flipped open the top on the bottle of lube
with the thumb on her other hand.  With a slight squeeze, she squirted a
stream onto the plug.  She took her hand and wrapped it around the tapered
bulge, working the lube up and down.  It looked like she was masturbating
it as she did so.

    -œDo you have your slave bend over when you plug him, or leave him
standing up? - Amelia asked.  I'm not sure how it was decided that this
stranger was going to be the one to  -œfit - me, but Jess didn't seem like
she minded, nor intended to stop her.

   Jess considered again; I didn't like all the ideas that Amelia seemed to
be giving her.

    -œNormally bent over, but I think standing up sounds much sexier.  Do
that, - she said.

    -œYes, Ma'am, - Amelia said with a smile and a nod.  She crossed
around behind me.  I felt her press her chest against my back as she laid
her free hand on my ass cheek.

    -œMmmmm, - she moaned from behind me.  A second later, I felt the
sharp crack of her hand on my ass.  I jumped, more in surprise than pain,
and nearly dropped the stuff I was holding in the process.

   Before I could fall forward, she reached around and cupped my crotch to
hold me steady.

    -œEasy there, slave, - she said.  She really seemed to have a  -œslave
- fetish, I noted.

   I felt her lift the back of my shirt and run the tip of the butt plug
along the center of my back causing me to shiver; it was considerate of her
not to get the Astro-glide on my shirt, I thought.  Oily stains were a
bitch to get out.

   Amelia turned to Emma.

    -œYou, girl, Erin is it? - she said.

    -œUh, Emma, Miss, - Emma responded uncertainly.

    -œEmma, sorry.  Emma, please come here and hold the slave's ass cheeks
apart for me.  Slave, please spread your legs further apart, - Amelia
directed.  Emma was still wearing the bandage dress and I noticed she had a
little difficulty bending over in it enough to spread my ass cheeks; she
managed though, and I felt her delicate fingertips pull my cheeks open.  As
the strange girl stared at my asshole, I reflected that it was a good thing
that Jess gave me routine enemas.  Not that she had planned any of this, of
course, but her motto was that one can never be too prepared.

   I jerked up onto my tip-toes as I felt the point of the butt-plug
pressed to my hole.  Tip-toes didn't help since Amelia simply followed me
up.  In fact, I basically had to impale myself on the toy since I couldn't
hold the stance for long and had to let myself down onto it.

   The end was piercing my rosebud and I felt my rectum begin to swallow
the tip.  Amelia held it there for a few seconds before rotating it; that
served to both lubricate my ass and screw the toy into me in one movement.

   As I said, it wasn't the largest I had taken before but it was still a
decent size.  I tried to relax my sphincter as best as I could as Amelia
slowly worked the plug into me with little twisting motions.

    -œAlright, here we go slave, - Amelia announced.  The warning made
things worse as I instinctively wanted to tense up and had to fight the
urge to do so.

   I groaned as my ass absorbed the plug that Amelia was steadily pushing
up into me.  My groan turned into a much louder grunt as the widest part of
the plug reached my sphincter.  With a final thrust, Amelia shoved it into
me and my asshole closed around the base.  I could feel the flange touching
both of my ass cheeks.

   Amelia stood back up and placed both hands on her hips as she admired
her work.

    -œThere we go!  A perfect fit, I think, - Amelia declared.  I felt her
grip the handle and give it a gentle tug.

    -œHere, Emma, I want you to feel this, - Amelia said.  Before Emma
could say anything, Amelia grabbed her hand and thrust it onto the
butt-plug.  The sudden pressure on it made me grunt, but I stayed put.

    -œNow, - Amelia continued,  -œI want you to rotate it very slowly.  It
causes some extremely pleasurable sensations inside the guy as it turns. 
Or, so I've been told anyway. -

   Emma tried to turn it, but it was stuck rather firmly in my ass and she
was too skittish to put enough force to get it to move.

    -œDon't be afraid to use some elbow grease, girlfriend.  It's a fairly
large plug, so resistance is normal, - Amelia said by way of instruction
in  -œButt Plug Handling 101. - Jess had a doctoral degree in it already.

   Emma tried again, much more forcefully this time and it did rotate, both
to my chagrin, and pleasure.

    -œOh, fuck!  Oooo... - I said.  Emma stopped turning it abruptly.

    -œI'm sorry!  Did I hurt you? - she said, slight panic in her voice.

    -œOh, no, God no, - I said with a moan.  The humiliation of standing
in a store while someone played with the plug rammed up my poop-shoot was
unbearable; The feeling of the toy spinning inside my rectum was
incredible.

    -œGo ahead, Emma, keep going. - This suggestion came from Jess this
time.

   More pressure and it turned further.  I clenched my toes as the
pleasurable sensations washed through me.

    -œSee, Amelia?  I told you he was a grower, - Jess said.

    -œI do see that, - Amelia said with a giggle.  I glanced down and
noticed that Emma's fondling of the plug in my ass had gotten me aroused
once again.

    -œOooooo, God, Emma! - I said after a particularly fast jerk of the
toy.

    -œOk, I think that is probably enough, - Amelia declared.   -œIf he
shoots cum on my carpeting, I'm going to have a bitch of a time explaining
the cleaning bill to my boss. -

   Emma withdrew her hand from the toy instantly and I groaned in
frustration.

    -œOh, don't be whiny, - Jess said.   -œYou got two hand jobs and got
to fuck me already today. - She did have a good point.

    -œSo, Ma'am, does this size work or do we want to go bigger, - Amelia
asked.

   Jess must have seen my eyes bug at the prospect of having to take a
larger plug because she laughed.

    -œWhat do you think, Aaron?  Is that a good size or do you need
something bigger to fill that sexy butthole of yours?  Hmm? - Jess asked.

    -œThis size is fine, Ma'am, - I responded.  I tried to keep the fear
from my voice and was mostly unsuccessful.

    -œAlright, should we remove it, then? - Amelia asked, bending down to
reach for the base of the plug.

    -œNo, don't! - Jess said quickly.   -œI want him to leave it in till
we get home. -

   I groaned and Jess frowned.  Amelia spoke first though.

    -œPerhaps the slave would rather leave it in all day?  Hmm? - she said
menacingly.

    -œNo, Ma'am!  Er, Ma'ams!  Until we get home is just fine! - I
responded as fast as I could.

    -œYou know, Amelia, you have quite the way with slaves, - Jess
commented.

    -œWell, because of the job I tend to encounter a lot of like minded
people, - Amelia explained.

    -œI would love to have a professional come by some time to teach us
some things, if you wouldn't mind.  We would pay you, of course, - Jess
said.

   Amelia waved her off.   -œI would never take your money, but I would be
MORE than happy to come by and play with your slave.  Wait, is she your
slave, too? - Amelia said, pointing to Emma.  Amelia was biting her lower
lip in anticipation as she looked Emma up and down.  Emma looked horror
stricken.  Jess laughed.

    -œNo, she isn't.  At least, not yet! - she said with another giggle. 
-œHere, give me your phone and I'll give you my number and address. -
Amelia reached into her back pocket and gave her phone to Jess.

   As Jess typed on the phone, Amelia continued to check me out.

    -œYes, I would love to play with you more... - she said with a purr.
I'm not sure if it was directed at me or to herself.  Jess returned the
phone.

    -œAlright, Emma, - said Jess,  -œplease put Aaron's shorts back on
since his hands are still full. -

   Emma pulled them up and had to pause when she reached my ass since she
wasn't sure what to do about the plug sticking out from it.  In the end,
(no pun intended) she very carefully pulled them out as far as the fabric
would allow before going up and over the plug.  The shorts still put more
pressure on the plug and forced it a little further into me, causing me to
gasp, but it wasn't too bad.

   Returning to my front, Emma saw my erection sticking straight out still.
She met my eyes for a moment before taking her hand and tucking it inside
before buttoning the shorts.

    -œK, Aaron, drop the stuff on the counter so we can get going, - Jess
said.



   Amelia took all the items and spread them out them to scan them.  One by
one she scanned them and the registered gave a CHIRP in response to each.
As she picked up the bottle of Astro-glide, she had to be careful not to
get it on her fingers as the outside was now oily.

    -œSorry that we had to use some of your lube, Emma, - Jess apologized.

    -œUh, it's ok, - Emma said.

    -œOk, I have one last item to scan, - Amelia said to me.  I was
confused until she crooked a finger at my ass.   -œThe bar-code is on the
bottom of the handle, - she said with a shrug.

   With a sigh, I turned around and pulled down my shorts enough to expose
the base of the plug lodged in my rectum.  I heard a CHIRP and pulled them
back up.

   She gave us the total  -" she was not kidding when she said that the
items in the tote were more pricey  -" and paid for it with my credit card.

   Amelia handed me the bag.   -œThank you for shopping at Spooner's. 
Please come again!  Though, I plan on seeing you guys again soon anyway! -

   Chapter 29



   I had to waddle my way back to the car through the mall thanks to the
toy wedged in my bottom.  As is typical for mall shoppers though, no one
even gave me a second glance.  I'm not sure they would have had I been
naked from the waist down with the toy sticking out from me.

    -œHow much do I owe you for everything, Jess? - Emma asked.

    -œNothing, it's our treat, - Jess said.

    -œReally, I want to pa- - Emma started to say but Jess cut her off.

    -œIt's not up for discussion.  They are all gifts.  I know full well
that you wouldn't have bought any of that stuff if it had been your
decision, so we insist on paying for them, - Jess said firmly.  After what
I think was about a million bow-legged miles, we were finally back at the
car.

    -œOk, back in the rear of the car again, you two.  Play time isn't
quite over yet, - Jess said.

   As the car left the parking lot, Jess continued her instructions.

    -œAaron, lose the shorts again. - This was becoming a habit, I
thought.

   I was having great difficulty in sitting down because of the butt plug
still lodged in my rear, so I was sitting side-saddle to keep from pressing
it further into me.

    -œEmma, I really wanted to get you naked back there, but I know you'll
never get that dress back on so I will settle for you pulling the dress up
above your waist.  Shimmy as much as you need to until it is over your
hips. -

   Emma paused for a few moments before obeying but I don't think that she
even considered saying no.  As I yanked my shorts down (probably with a bit
more excitement after hearing that Emma would be stripping too,) I looked
over at Emma as she reached for the bottom of the dress.

   Much as Jess had said, Emma had to shake, rattle, and roll to get the
hemline of the dress up.  As she did, she had to pick her ass up off the
seat and pointed her freshly shaven pussy directly at me.  With
considerable effort though, she did manage to get the dress up so that
everything below her belly button was exposed.

   Her thighs were closed at first, obscuring most of the good parts from
view, but she saw me looking.  She gave me a small smile and spread them
open, showing off her smooth slit to me.  I liked that she was becoming
less shy, though I knew that if Jess caught wind, she would take advantage
of it.

    -œThank you, - I said quietly.

    -œAny time, - she said with a giggle.

    -œI might hold you to that, - I retorted.  Jess' hand came up and
adjusted the rear-view mirror so she could see what we were doing; well,
she knew what we were doing.  I guess she just wanted to see our private
parts.  I don't blame her.

    -œAlright, as much as I wanted Aaron to stay plugged until we got home,
he isn't going to be able to focus on his work with that little reminder of
his submissiveness stuck up in him so I guess we'll have to remove it, -
Jess said.  She gave an exaggerated sigh.

   I reached around to grasp it but got stopped by an  -œUh uh!! - from
the front seat.  I pulled my hand away and slouched back down, knowing what
was coming next.

    -œEmma will do the removal, - Jess said.   -œBut you will have to ask
her nicely.  Please turn around and present the plug to her. -

   I did so which positioned me facing away from her as I asked my
question.  -œEmma, would you please remove my butt plug? - I said to the
car window.

   Before Emma could answer, Jess did.   -œCome now, Emma has to touch that
invader stuck in your rectum.  Ask her nicer than that. -

    -œPlease, Miss Emma, would you kindly remove my butt plug?  I would
greatly appreciate it, - I said.  Emma giggled at the  -œMiss Emma -
part.

    -œCertainly! - she said, still giggling.

   I felt her grab the base of the butt plug.  Jess yelled back before she
could tug on it.

    -œGo easy, girl!  It is going to be lodged in there pretty tight. 
You'll need to be forceful to remove it but go SLOW, - she said.

   I felt Emma put one hand on my shoulder to brace herself.  Slow and
steady, she pulled on the toy.  She stopped as she felt resistance as it
reached my sphincter.  I steadied myself on the side window.

   Taking a deep breath (like it was getting yanked out of HER ass, for
Pete's sake), I heard her softly count  -œ1,2,3! - and she pulled with all
her might.

   The plug pulled free of my anal cavity with an audible  -œPLOP. - I
grunted loudly in the car.

   Turning around, I sat back down on the seat and looked at Emma; she was
holding the toy aloft, amazed by it.  Or maybe by where it had just been.
Either way, she didn't seem to know what to do with it.

    -œYou can just place it on the floor for now.  Aaron will clean it
later, - Jess said helpfully.  Emma did so.

    -œOk, Emma, now I want you to sit on Aaron's lap with your back against
his chest. -

   Jess saw Emma's eyes dart down to my erection, poking straight up from
between my legs.  Jess followed her gaze.

    -œAaron will push it down for you, - Jess said.

   Emma was clearly reluctant.   -œIs he going to... - she trailed off,
unable to say it.

    -œNo, he isn't going to screw you.  Geez.  I want you to spread your
cheeks, though, so you can feel it against your flesh. -

   I didn't think she was going to do it but she started sliding across the
backseat onto my legs.  As ordered, I pushed my rod down so that it was
parallel to the seat, holding it with one hand while she climbed on.

   The feeling of her thick legs (quite a bit thicker than mine) on top of
my legs wasn't something I had experienced before.  It was...  'comforting'
is probably the best way to describe it as her flesh enveloped mine.  She
was quite a large girl and the sudden weight as she sat down on me took my
breath away a bit, but I made a huge effort not to show it.  I didn't want
to offend, insult, or, most likely, embarrass her.

   Her large ass cheeks squished against my lap like two (heavy)
over-stuffed pillows.  She reached back behind her and, after a pause,
pulled her cheeks apart as she settled in.  I released my erection and she
jerked as it sprung upwards, colliding with her both her asshole and the
bottom edge of her labia.

    -œYou ok? - I whispered in her ear.  She didn't speak but gave me two
quick nods.  Then she looked over her shoulder and whispered back.   -œAre
you? -

   I smiled.   -œThat part of me stuck between the folds of your ass says I
am. - She giggled.

    -œYou two all cozy back there? - Jess asked.

    -œYes, Jess - we both answered in unison.

    -œGreat.  Aaron, masturbate Emma for me. -

   I felt Emma tense up; I assume more out of instinct than anything else.
It wasn't like I hadn't been up in her business before.  As she did,
though, her butt cheeks clenched and contracted around my member, causing
me to moan.  Emma realized that she had caused that moan and relaxed her
muscles.

    -œJust lie back against me and enjoy it, - I said into her ear.  She
nodded her tiny little nods again and did so.

   I reached around her wide hip and luckily was just able to reach her
pussy.  It would have been quite a mood killer if I had to explain that she
was too large for me to masturbate her.

   There was no longer any fur covering her slit (thanks to me) and my
finger tips had no trouble finding it.  The pad of my middle finger pushed
in between the folds and felt the wetness there.

   I had difficulty reaching around enough to insert any fingers into her,
both because of the angle involved and, well, the distance my arm had to
travel, so I had to settle for working my finger up and down the inside of
her slit, about half an inch in.  Fortunately, she was well moistened down
there.

   I moved my finger north and flicked at her nub.  It was a bit difficult
to get a good rhythm in the moving vehicle, though occasionally Jess would
hit a hard bump and jostle us both; It took knocked the wind out of me a
little as she bounced back down on top of me and it took her breath away as
the bouncing caused my finger to momentarily ram hard against her clitty.

   All the sexual content she had been exposed to for the entire day had
made Emma very randy; despite the less than ideal place in which I was
frigging her, Emma's orgasm was rapidly building.  She was rocking on my
lap in time to my flicking which was causing her ass cheeks to rub back and
forth along my cock.  I was trying hard to focus on pleasing her but the
feeling of her generous butt flesh inadvertently stroking my cock was
becoming difficult to ignore.

   I couldn't prove it, but I suspected Jess was aiming for potholes to
bump us around.  I could see her eyes twinkling at us in the mirror as I
massaged Emma's love button.

   One more bump and Emma climaxed on my lap.

    -œOh, Aaron, fuck! - she screamed in the car as her body convulsed on
mine.  As the first wave of pleasure hit her, her ass tightened hard around
my dick and pushed me over the edge at the same time.

   I put both hands around the bottom of her belly and gripped her tightly
as I spasmed underneath her.  She made an  -œEek! - sound as my cum
squirted along the line from her ass to her vagina.

   Jess saw the white stream shoot out from between both of legs.   -œHey!
Don't you dare get any of that on the dress! - she warned.

   Emma and I both mostly ignored her as both of our orgasms continued. 
With each shot, I was unconsciously kneading Emma's stomach; if she
noticed, she didn't seem to care as her hands were wrapped around the edge
of the seat, kneading it as each wave washed over her.

    -œFuck, I'm going to have to clean the back seat again, - Jess said,
chiding us (well, me.)  -œI didn't tell you that it was ok to cum on Emma,
either.  There will be consequences for that later. -

   The mentioning of  -œcumming on Emma - caused Emma to bolt upright and
look down.  She yanked the edge of her dress up frantically to ensure it
wasn't in danger of getting stained; luckily though, the  -œsplash zone -
only included her privates and the front of the seat.  Oh, and the floor,
too.

   Reaching over, Jess opened the glove compartment and remove a travel
pack of baby wipes.

    -œYou'll learn it pays to keep these fucking things on hand, - she
said passing several over her shoulder to Emma.

   Emma took them and spread her legs as wide as she decided how to begin.
She could feel my warm seed along her ass and at the base of her pussy so
she decided to start there.

   She slid off my lap to the side, leaning in such a way that her slick
privates pointed towards me.  Her back pressed against the door, one leg
was bent at the knee, the other straight out and resting against the
headrest of the passenger front seat.  She was surprisingly limber for a
girl her size.

   She took the first wipe and awkwardly tried to reach around to clean my
sperm, but the way she was sitting made it impossible for her to see
anything.

    -œHere, let me, - I said, extending my hand.  She handed a wipe to me
silently.

   From where I sat, I could see the white smudge along her ass and pussy.
I started at the back and wiped it forward (unsanitary practice for girls,
I'm told, but necessary to ensure that the dress bunched up around her
stayed clean.)

   On the wipe was a large blob of my ejaculate.  I took a second wipe from
her and used that one to thoroughly wipe her smooth pussy.  It occurred to
me that I had just shot my load on the privates of a virgin.  Fuck, could
she get pregnant that way?  Didn't people supposedly get pregnant from
toilet seats or some shit?  I had no idea if she was on the pill; since I
wasn't planning on fucking her, it had never come up.

   Well, it was a bit late to worry about it now.  I just tried to not push
any of my semen further into her as I was wiping.

   I used the last wipe to clean myself, rubbing it around the head of my
penis, folding it in half, then wiping the seat off.  I'd have to come back
and clean the floor later.  I knew I should have bought Jess some floor
mats...

   I balled all the cum covered wipes up together, then frowned as I
realized I had no idea what to do with them.

   Jess came to the rescue again by swinging a small empty plastic bag over
her shoulder.  That girl of mine; always prepared.

   Chapter 30



   Emma lowered her legs back to the floor and pulled the dress back down.
She couldn't pull it down fully while seated as she was, but she could at
least cover her pussy from view.  Why it mattered, I don't know.

   I, meanwhile, put my shorts back on while simultaneously being very
careful about where I placed my feet on my side of the car as the floor was
'sticky'.  My own fault, I know.

   Not much else was said for the rest of the ride, but Emma leaned over
and placed her head on my shoulder.  I could see she had a sad look on her
face but hadn't the foggiest idea why.

   She sighed deeply.

    -œI hope I meet a guy as nice as you, Aaron, - she said somberly.

   I wasn't sure what to say so I said, rather lamely,  -œYou will. - I
placed my hand on her head to comfort her.

   - - -

   We returned home to our respective apartments.  It took Emma more than
ten minutes to wiggle her way out of the dress; she was proud that she
managed to get it off without ripping anything in the process.  She hung it
on her bedroom door in preparation for the next day.

   A half-hour later she was driving to the house of a Chihuahua named
Frankie.  Well, technically it belonged to Frankie's owners, the Bretts. 
She had exchanged the bandage dress for her less sexy, but far more
comfortable (and appropriate) dog walking clothes.

   She was strolling down St.  Luke Avenue, trailing a couple of steps
behind Frankie.  She was thankful that Frankie was far less energetic than
her other  -œclient - Sasha.  After all the excitement of the afternoon,
she really needed the relaxation of the casual walk.

   All the excitement....  it had been a long day.  She had masturbated her
neighbor's husband; twice.  Once in public, for God's sake.  She had
watched that same neighbor get a butt plug shoved in his ass, AGAIN in
public.  Jess had bought her a selection of sex toys that made her blush
just thinking of them now.  Oh, and she had gotten her pussy shaved.  By
her neighbor.  Who fingered her in a car afterward.

   God, two weeks earlier the only sexual experience she'd had was two not
very fulfilling (for her) blow-jobs.  What was she turning into?  Then
again, she reminded herself that she was still a virgin, so she couldn't
exactly be called a slut, right?

   She pushed it all out of her mind.  Her date was the next night, so who
knew what else would be in store for her?

   - - -

   Meanwhile, Jess and I were back in our own apartment.  I'd had to change
my shorts again, as my residual cum had stained these as well.  We went
through a lot of Tide Sticks and OxyClean in our household, as you might
suspect.

   Jess placed her hand against my crotch.   -œYou didn't have permission
to cum all over our cute new neighbor you know.  But, you've had a busy day
today, so I will let it slide.  Don't think that I won't use it as an
excuse to punish you some other time, though, - she said with a chuckle as
she patted my ass.

    -œLike you need an excuse, - I said, mock bitterness in my tone.

    -œGood point! - she said.



   At bed time that night, Jess and I spooned ourselves to sleep.  After
four orgasms, Jess didn't ask any more of me.  I think she probably could
have used another one herself, but she was content falling asleep in my
arms.

   Next door, Emma was lying in bed, having trouble falling asleep with so
much excitement from that day still running through her thoughts.  Knowing
that she had to start early the next morning stressed her more which made
things even worse.

   She slid her hand down her stomach to her pussy, touched it gingerly,
and then pushed two fingers into the folds of her slit.

   After fingering herself to orgasm, she fell asleep less than ten minutes
later with a smile on her face.

   Chapter 31



   Emma's big day was a busy one.  She had clients to walk at 6:30 am, then
PetHub from 8 am to 5:00 pm.  She was quite distracted at work and she
stacked three entire cases of cat food in the dog food section before she
realized what she was doing.  She was simultaneously excited and scared to
hell about her first date in years.

   She got home from work at 5:20 giving her only forty minutes to get
ready before Todd was scheduled to pick her up at 6:00 pm.

   She showered quickly but thoroughly.  She focused on the sweaty spots
under her boobs, under her arm pits, and especially under the fold of her
belly.  She also made sure to shave her legs which she was sometimes lax
about.  She didn't expect to be showing any of those spots to Todd tonight,
but you never knew.

   She groaned to herself as she dreaded putting the viciously tight dress
on.

   She briefly considered wearing underwear but, in the end, decided
against it.  She knew Jess was right and the outline of both panties and
bra would be visible from space.

   She didn't have Jess or me there to help her, so squeezing into it was
quite a bit more time-consuming, but she did manage it.  She checked
herself out in the mirror and ran her hands over her hips and up across her
boobs.

   Emma didn't believe in make-up but she did apply a light layer of
lipstick before spraying herself with the one bottle of perfume she owned -
 -œVery Sexy - by Victoria's Secret.  Shopping there pissed her off for
many reasons, but she loved the perfume.

   - - -

   With a cool five minutes to spare, she was finished and standing outside
of the apartment building waiting for Todd to arrive.  She felt very
self-conscious in the extremely tight dress.  It hadn't bothered her so
much with Jess and Aaron because they were both very supportive and kind to
her; but now, waiting for a stranger to arrive, she realized just how much
the dress was bulging out in all directions.  She felt like a sausage.

   Todd pulled up promptly at 6:00 in a blue late model BMW c class.  He
pulled alongside the curb where Emma was standing and quickly jumped out of
the driver's side door.

    -œHi, you must be Emma! - he said extending a hand.  Emma's breath was
taken away.  The guy towering over her was everything his profile picture
had made him out to be.  Short, dirty blonde hair flew in the breeze above
the chiseled features of his well-tanned face.  The red polo shirt he wore
clung tightly to his chest and Emma thought that if he flexed hard enough,
it would tear to shreds.  He was smiling from ear to ear at her and
checking her out from head to toe.

    -œMmmm, that dress is amazing!  You look incredible! - he said as they
shook hands.  He opened the passenger side door for her and whistled as she
bent over to get in.  Her ass cheeks were nearly ready to burst through the
fabric and the difficulty of getting in the car while wearing the skin
tight dress meant that those cheeks were pointed at him for some time.

   Emma took a few breaths once she got in the seat and Todd took a few
moments to watch her boobs rise and fall.  Her lack of a bra was obvious
from her nipples poking through the front.

    -œMmm mmm mmmmm, - Todd said to himself.  Out loud he said,  -œHey, do
you mind if I take a quick selfie of us? -

   Emma thought that odd considering they had known each other for, um,
fifteen seconds, but shrugged and said,  -œSure. -

    -œGreat! - Todd said.  He squatted down next to the seated Emma and
held his cell phone out.

    -œSay cheese! - he said.  Emma gave a big toothy grin as he snapped
the photo.

   - - -

   Todd's BMW pulled into  -œBella Vista, - a local Italian restaurant. 
He handed the keys to the valet and ran around to Emma's side to help her
out of the car.

    -œHello, Mr.  Todd! - said the Maitre' D that greeted them warmly at
the front door.   -œSo good to see you again! -

    -œGood evening, Giovanni.  And I told you not to call me 'Mr!' - Todd
said playfully.

    -œAhhh, I know, I know.  Old habits of an old man, what can I say? 
Your usual table, I presume? - said the well dressed, gray haired man.

    -œYes, please.  And bring the usual wine for me and my date here, Emma,
- Todd said.

   Giovanni took Emma's hand and kissed it very formally.

    -œWelcome, Miss Emma, to Bella Vista!  Please, allow me to show you to
your table. -

   - - -

   The restaurant was quite beautiful.  Todd pulled out the mahogany chair
which had elaborate scroll work on the seat back.  As Todd seated himself,
their waiter came over with a bottle of wine which he presented to both of
them before opening and pouring.

    -œOh, none for me thanks! - Emma said, waving her hand as the waiter
tried to fill the wine glass in front of her.  She couldn't remember if she
had told Todd that she was underaged.

    -œOh come on, - Todd said,  -œyou have to have some.  It's heaven in a
bottle.  Plus, it'll help you relax and loosen up.  I can see how tense you
are. -

   He was right about that, that's for sure.   -œOk, alright.  Maybe one
glass, - she said with a smile and a shrug.

    -œDo you mind if I order for us? - Todd said.

    -œNo, that's fine, - Emma replied.

    -œEric, - Todd said to the waiter,  -œwe will both have the linguini
Alfredo with veal. -

   Emma was unsure about whether she should say something; she was
anti-veal because she knew that it was basically baby cows being
slaughtered, but things were going well so far, so she decided to hold her
tongue.  As long as he didn't order foie gras next.

    -œAn excellent choice, - Eric said.   -œAnd will you be ordering your
usual Tiramisu, sir? -

   Todd's eyes darted over to Emma and looked her up and down briefly
before turning his attention back to Eric.

    -œYes, one order for my date here.  Thank you, Eric, - he said.

   Eric nodded his head politely to both of us and departed.

   Todd crossed his hands on the table and looked at Emma with a smile. 
Emma couldn't help but notice that his eyes kept drifting down to her
chest. On the one hand, she felt that she should be flattered, but on the
other hand, she wasn't.

    -œSo, Emma, what do you do? - Todd asked her boobs.

    -œI work at PetHub, the pet store down town, as a customer associate,
- she answered politely.

    -œOh yeah, I think I have a friend that bought a puppy there, - Todd
answered.

    -œUm, doubtful.  We don't sell animals there.  We encourage rescue and
adoption, - Emma said.

    -œOh, you mean like strays and shit? -

    -œUh, yeah, like that, - she replied.   -œI also do dog walking and
pet sitting. -

    -œSo, you pick up dog shit for a living? - Todd said.  His eyes had,
thankfully, left her breasts and made their way back up by this point.

    -œI guess you could say that, - Emma said, somewhat crossly.

    -œDo you make good money doing that? - he asked.  Rather personal to
discuss money on the first date, she thought, but then maybe she was just
out of touch these days.

    -œIt's ok.  Really, I just love the work, - Emma said evenly.

    -œDo you get a commission on the animals at the pet store, at least? -
he said, looking down again.

   Emma frowned.   -œUmm, no.  As I said, we don't sell animals. -

    -œOh, right, - Todd said distractedly.

   She decided to move the conversation away from her.

    -œSo, tell me about you, Todd.  You're in banking? - she asked.

   She drank her wine which was superb.  At least, it seemed to be to her.
She wouldn't tell Todd, but she actually had never drunk any liquor before
save for a few sips of champagne at a wedding.  Not that she really had any
issues about drinking; it was just that she was underaged and didn't really
go to any parties or anything, so the opportunity had never really arisen.
She certainly hadn't gone out of her way to find booze to drink alone.

    -œYep, investment banking.  Venture capital to be precise.  Basically,
I decide whether the slobs who come to the firm with their latest-greatest
idea are worthy of the fund's money.  Spoiler alert: most aren't.  It pays
excellent though.  I'm sure you saw my car.  Plus, it's a nine-to-five job
which gives me lots of free time.  I'm going hunting up north this weekend
with some college buddies.  Usually, I use my rifle, but this time I'm
going to be shooting bow.  I'll have to show you the trophy mounted on my
apartment wall later. -

   Emma was disgusted by the talk of hunting.  She was thinking her wine
might need a refill.  And he had already decided they were going back to
his apartment later too, apparently.



   Eric arrived a moment later with their food, thankfully sparing Emma any
more of Todd's story.  Eric set both of them down on the table and Emma
leaned over to savor the aroma.  The heaping plate of pasta smelled
incredible.

   Emma immediately dove into the linguini.  She had thought at first that
she would avoid eating the veal on principle, but then it occurred to her
that the calf had already died for it and to not eat it, he would have died
in vain.  The rationalization seemed ok.

   She hated to admit as she tasted the meat that it was amazingly tender
and delicious.  She told herself that she couldn't get sucked in.

   The creamy Alfredo sauce was just as good.  Emma sucked a piece of
linguini up into her mouth and it flopped around like a tentacle in the
process, slapping her against the cheek and covering it in in the gooey
white sauce.

   She looked up to see if Todd had noticed and indeed he had.  He was
grinning at her and it was at the point that she realized that he wasn't
really eating anything himself, just picking at the food and watching her
eat.

   Todd realized she caught him looking at her.

    -œSorry, - he said with a grin,  -œI just love watching a girl eat. 
You'll love the Tiramisu, I assure you.  If you are too full from dinner, I
can get it boxed up and we can bring it back to my place for later. -

   Emma didn't know why, but something told her that she needed to excuse
herself.

    -œI'm sorry; I just have to visit the ladies room.  I'll be right back,
- she said to him.

   She wiped the Alfredo sauce from her mouth and ducked out to the
bathroom.

   - - -

   She walked into the first empty stall and lowered the toilet seat.  She
pulled some toilet paper strips off the roll and laid them across the lid
before sitting down.  It looked clean, but she didn't want to risk getting
anything on the dress.

   She sat down and considered everything that was happening.  On the one
hand, the amazingly attractive guy seemed genuinely into her.  No one had
ever really been into her.  On the other hand, he couldn't possibly have
read her profile or else he'd know that they absolutely zero in common. 
Her profile...

   She looked at her email from him and got his email address.  On a hunch,
she Googled it and, sadly, found what she was looking for.

   His Facebook page showed him with photo after photo of  -œplus sized -
girls whom he had presumably dated.  And bedded.

   Page after page of girls  -" all selfies of them and Todd  -" scrolled
by.  Most had captions with each post.

    -œHeading out to load this one up.  Way cheaper than a prostitute and
lots of fun to roll around with! -

    -œIf you haven't tried a fat chick, you don't know what you're missing!
Just like the saying, they try harder. -

    -œThis one gave me head in the movie theater. -

    -œThis one was so desperate, I talked her into letting my college buddy
do her as well! -

    -œSeeing this chubby tonight  -" going for anal!  Wish me luck!  LOL -

   That last caption was underneath a picture Emma recognized.  It was her
own selfie that Todd had taken outside her apartment at the car just an
hour before.

   Chapter 32



   She sat there on the toilet seat lid wringing her hands.  It took her a
minute to realize that she was actually trembling with fury and she had to
close her eyes to calm herself just as she had done for her class speech.

   She knew that she couldn't sit there forever so she did all she could to
muster up the willpower to face the fucking asshole douche bag.  When she
realized that she had said 'fucking asshole douche bag' out loud, she
realized she'd need another minute.

   With a poker face that could have served her well in Vegas, Emma strode
out from the bathroom back to the table.

   She sat down as Todd looked up at her.

    -œIs everything ok?  You were gone a long time, - he said, sounding
concerned.  Maybe he was nervous that if she had a tummy-ache, she wouldn't
be able to lay face down for her ass fucking.  Douche bag.

    -œYes! - Emma said cheerfully.  Brando would have been proud.  
-œWoman stuff.  You know how us women can be! -

    -œHa!  Yeah, I do, - Todd said with a snort.   -œPerhaps more wine
will help? -

    -œYou know, I think it might, - Emma said.  She held up her glass so
Todd could refill it.

   Before taking a sip from it, she removed her phone and unlocked it so
that Todd's page was visible on it.

    -œMaybe, - she continued,  -œit'll loosen me up enough so you can fuck
me in the ass, - she spat out.

   Several guests turned around to gape at the girl making a scene in the
posh restaurant.  Todd just stared uncomprehendingly at her which pissed
her off even more.  By way of explanation, she held her phone directly in
front of his face.

    -œOh, that, - he said mildly, and shrugged.   -œProbably shouldn't
have posted that till tomorrow, I guess. -

   She couldn't believe how cavalier he was about the whole thing.

    -œSo, that's it then?  You take fat girls out because they are easy
lays? - she said, still shouting.  The wait staff started in her
direction.

   Todd scoffed and shrugged again.   -œLook at me.  Why else do you think
I asked you out? -

   Emma stood up, raised her glass of wine, and threw it in his face.

   Eric had just reached the table so Emma turned to him.

    -œHi, Eric.  I think Todd is going to take the Tiramisu to go. -

   Eric's eyes darted to the wine soaked Todd as Emma stormed out of the
restaurant.

   Chapter 33



   Once outside, she realized that he had driven and she had no way home.
She took her phone back out of the clutch purse she had brought and
discovered that her hands were still shaking in anger.

   Emma closed her eyes and counted backward from ten to calm herself. 
Reaching zero, she reopened her eyes and dialed Jess on her phone.

    -œHello? - Jess said on the other end of the receiver.

    -œH-Hi, Jess.  It's Emma. - Emma's voice was quivering while she
hovered on the line in between 'blind fury' and 'ready to burst into
tears.'

    -œEmma?  What's wrong? - Jess asked.  Jess could hear the trouble in
her voice.

    -œUm, the date didn't go so well, - Emma said,  -œand I kinda need a
ride.  Do you think you could pick me up? - Her voice cracked on  -œup -.

    -œSure, no problem.  Just text me the address and I'll be right there.
I wasn't doing anything important anyway, - Jess replied.

   - - -

    -œYou're kidding, right? - I asked incredulously.

    -œSomething's wrong and Emma needs us.  Well, just me, I suppose, -
Jess said.

   The reason she said that is because I was bent over the kitchen chair,
buck naked.  My wrists were cuffed to the legs with the super-duper shiny
new cuffs we had bought at Spooner's.

   My ass was stinging a bit as Jess had been in the middle of paddling me.
Ostensibly for  -œcumming on Emma without permission. - She hadn't wasted
anytime playing that card.

    -œAlright, well at least uncuff me before you go, - I said.  I was
trying to turn my head to look at her but couldn't see her; I could just
hear the sounds of her pocketbook and keys jingling as she prepared to
leave.  She came over to where I was bound, head hanging down, and bent
down next to me.

    -œSorry, no time.  Love you. - She gave me a quick peck on the
forehead before rushing to the door.

    -œOh, come on! - I shouted to the door as it closed behind her.

   - -

   Jess was at the restaurant in ten minutes.  It should have been fifteen,
but Jess has quite a lead foot on a normal day; when she needs to be
somewhere fast, watch the fuck out.

   As she pulled up to the curb, she could see Emma wiping the tears from
eyes.  She started to exit the car but Emma immediately went to the
passenger door and opened it; she hopped inside and slammed the door
closed.

    -œWhat happened? - Jess asked with concern.  She looked Emma over to
see if she was hurt at all, but, of course, the injuries were only
psychological.

    -œJust drive, - she said sharply.   -œPlease, - she added a moment
later.

   Jess pulled away without any further question.

   They drove in silence for several minutes.  Jess didn't prod or pressure
Emma to talk before she was ready.  Jess did, however, reach over into a
cubby in the console and withdrew a small packet of tissues which she
handed to Emma.  Emma took it and thanked her.

   After wiping her eyes and blowing her nose (Jess offered the small
plastic bag that still held my cum-covered baby wipes for Emma to toss her
tissues into,) Emma cleared her throat and told Jess the entire story,
starting from Todd picking her up.

    -œWOW, what a fucking asshole! - Jess shouted in the car.

   Emma shrugged.   -œYeah, I guess.  Maybe he was right though. -

    -œWhat are you talking about? - Jess asked with a frown.

    -œWell, maybe I SHOULD have known what he expected.  I mean, look at
me, - she said, gesturing to her stomach with both hands.  She blew her
nose again.

    -œStop that!  You are beautiful.  You are an amazing person.  You are
going to make some guy extremely happy and it sure as FUCK will not be
someone like Todd.  Stop putting yourself down, - Jess said in
exasperation.

   Emma shrugged again, but didn't answer her back.  They drove the rest of
the way in silence back to the apartment building.

   - -

   The door opened behind me and from my rather inconvenient vantage point,
I saw Emma and Jess walk in.

   Emma was briefly startled out of her self-pity by the sight of me bound
naked.

    -œWha-what's going on? - she asked.

    -œHmmm? - Jess said, as if she had no idea what Emma could possibly be
referring to.   -œOh, this? - she said with a point to me.

    -œAaron was in the middle of being punished when you called, - she
explained.

    -œHi, Emma, - I said, trying to look up at her.   -œWhat happened? -

   Emma walked over and placed a hand on my back.  Squatting down beside
me, she gave me the 'Cliff's Notes' version of her evening with Todd.

   When she was finished talking about him, I could tell she was furious
all over again.

    -œFuck!  I can't believe how much guys can be assholes!  Men suck! -
she exclaimed.  She stood back up and was shaking her fists in frustration.

   Her eyes happened to land on the punishment tools resting on the table
next to me.  Sitting there was the paddle that Jess had used on me earlier
and a riding crop.

   Without saying a word, Emma picked up the crop and tapped it against her
palm several times, testing it.  Apparently satisfied, she swung it through
the air and I heard the swishing sound it made behind me.  A moment later,
without warning the crop struck my left ass cheek.

    -œOw!  Fuck, Emma! - I cried out.  She hadn't held back at all and the
crop had hurt like a bastard.  I barely had time to get the words out
before it struck my right cheek.

    -œAaah!  Shit, that hurts! - I screamed.  Someone would definitely
call the police tonight, I thought.  In all our play, Jess had never struck
me anywhere near as hard as that.  Everything had always been hard enough
for it to be felt, but never enough so that I was sore afterward.  This was
definitely going to leave welts for days, though.

    -œFucking men!  Fucking selfish shallow bastard men! - Emma shouted.
I'm not sure if it was actually directed at me.  I assume not, but I was
definitely taking the punishment meant for Todd.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emma draw back again and I thought
for the first time I would have to use my safeword (though it didn't occur
to me at the time Emma didn't even know it) but luckily Jess came to the
rescue.

   Grabbing the crop, Jess yanked it away and moved it safely out of reach.
Emma spun around, angry for just a moment before realizing what she had
been doing.

    -œWhoa there, girlfriend! - Jess said sternly.   -œTake a breather and
sit down on the floor.  NOW. -

   Emma said nothing as she dropped to the rug and crossed her legs.  She
hung her head in shame.

    -œNow, I understand you are upset, but I think it is time to set one
thing straight.  This here, - she waved the crop,  -œis not about pain. 
It is about pleasure.  Not abuse.  I use it on Aaron because he enjoys the
sting.  I do NOT use it on Aaron to hurt him.  EVER. - Her tone was very
scolding.

   Emma's eyes were downcast as she spoke softly.  She began tear up again.

    -œOh, God, Aaron, I am so sorry, - she said.  I could barely hear her,
but I could tell she was sniffling as she said it.

    -œIt's ok, - I croaked.  My cheeks were both on fire but I could tell
she regretted it.

    -œNo, it isn't.  You have always been so sweet and I fucking took my
anger out on you anyway, - she said.  She was full on crying now.

   Jess took the cuff keys from the table and rapidly freed me.  I rubbed
my wrists as Jess and I both dropped to the floor on either side of Emma.

   I put my arm around her shoulders and she leaned her head against my
neck as she sobbed.  Jess took her hand and held it between her own.

   For the next fifteen minutes, we both consoled her as she cried on my
naked chest.

   Chapter 34



   Emma pushed herself off my shoulder and wiped her eyes.

    -œOh, God, I'm so sorry for acting this way, - she said to both of us.

    -œHey, hey, you have nothing to apologize for, - Jess said, patting
her hand.   -œWe are your friends and this is what friends do for each
other. -

    -œI was so foolish for thinking he would want me... -

    -œHey! - Jess said sharply,  -œStop that line of thought right now. 
You are a nice and trusting person; unfortunately, there are people out
there who will violate that trust, but you did the right thing by leaving
and calling me.  You are going to move on and start over.  At least you got
a free meal out of it. -

   Emma gave a half-hearted laugh.   -œYeah, even if I have to go to hell
for eating veal. -

   I took my turn to reassure her.   -œI know I've said it before, but the
guy for you is out there, Emma.  Unfortunately, sometimes you have to weed
through some bad apples before picking a good one. -

    -œWell, Jess sure managed to pick a good one, - Emma said.

    -œI crushed a whole bunch of rotten ones into cider before him though!
- Jess retorted.

   Emma put her hand on the top of my bare leg and her fingers brushed
against my naked scrotum in the process.  She glanced down, seeming to have
forgotten that I was sitting there completely naked (not that it was
unusual for her to see me that way.)

   Her eyes landed on my erection which was sticking straight up from my
crotch.

    -œJesus, - Emma explained,  -œdoes my crying on you make you hard? -
It sounded harsh since she was still sobbing a bit, but she had forced a
smile so I would know she was joking.

    -œHey, for the record, I was already hard when you got here, - I said
defending myself.   -œWe were kind of in the middle of things when you
called. -

   I realized what I had just said and immediately back-pedaled.   -œNot
that I mind that you called!  Like Jess said, we will help you at any time!
-

    -œWell...  If I interrupted things, maybe I should do something to make
it up to you... - she said.  I didn't know what she meant, but she slipped
out from between Jess and I; she got up onto her knees and turned to face
me.

   Without saying a word, she put her hands on my chest and gently, but
firmly, pushed me down to the floor.  The unexpectedness of it prevented me
for resisting.

   In the next moment, I figured out her intentions as she opened her mouth
and bent down to take my member into it.

   I quickly put my hands on her shoulders to stop her.

    -œWait!  No! - I blurted out.  She looked up to me with a sad
expression.

    -œYou don't want me to? - she asked, clearly hurt.  I pushed myself
back up onto my elbows to look at her.

    -œNo, I mean, yes!  Of course I do!  But not like this.  Not right
after you've been hurt and may not be thinking clearly.  It would be wrong,
- I said, trying to explain.  Of COURSE, I wanted a blow job from her, but
not because she was feeling dejected by a son-of-a-bitch.

   She pushed away and sat down on her heels.

    -œIt's nothing like that.  I want to.  You've gone down on me already.
You guys have both been great to me and you're the first guy who's made me
orgasm.  Ever, - she said.

   That thought hadn't occurred to me prior to then.  She continued.

    -œI want to do this for you, - she said.  Suddenly, her eye brows
raised as something crossed her mind.

    -œUm, if Jess is ok with it, of course, - she said quickly.

    -œWell, - Jess said slowly,  -œI have absolutely no problem with
sharing Aaron.  I think that much has been established.  BUT, I totally
agree with Aaron that you shouldn't be doing it because Todd was a jerk. -

    -œNo, I know, and trust me, it isn't.  I gave blow jobs to two people
who were horrible to me.  I want to do it now to someone I like, - she
said.  Hastily, she added,  -œas a friend, I mean. -

   Jess laughed.   -œI know what you mean.  I give head to all of my
friends! -

    -œOk, if you are sure it's what you want to do... - I said.  Really, I
wanted to just let her go for it, but I felt that I should seem reluctant.

    -œIt is, - she said, sitting back up again.   -œNow let's do this. 
Back down! - she said, suddenly bold.

   Back down I went onto the floor and Emma tried to position herself over
my erection.  She had to bend at the waist to do so, but the bandage dress
that she was still wearing made that difficult.  She wiggled for a few
moments to try for a better angle before Jess stopped her.

    -œStand up, - she said.  I started to push myself back up before Jess
put her hand on my chest and pushed me back down.

    -œNot you.  Emma, - she clarified.

   Emma did and Jess stood up with her.

    -œLet's get this dress off you.  I'm sure it is uncomfortable as all
hell anyway.  The things we do for guys, - Jess said.  She clutched the
bottom of the dress and Emma raised her arms up willingly as Jess lifted
it.

   I lifted my head just enough to watch Emma's bald pussy come into view
as she shook and wiggled to aid Jess in stripping her.  In another few
moments, her full tits were uncovered as the dress came up over her head. I
lowered my head back down quickly to avoid getting in trouble for not
obeying.  I'd been whipped enough for one night.

   Emma dropped back down to her knees; she was smiling broadly at me.  She
put her hands on the floor on either side of my chest as she lowered her
thick, smooth, white body onto mine.  She pressed her boobs flat against
me; I could feel her nipples were as hard as rocks.

   She lowered her head to kiss me but stopped short two inches before our
lips touched.

   Turning to Jess, she asked,  -œIs it...  is it ok if I kiss him? -

   Jess laughed.   -œYes, you have my permission to kiss my husband before
you blow him. - Emma seemed to have forgotten that Jess had  -œordered -
me to kiss her earlier in the week.  Or maybe she was just afraid to
overstep any bounds.  Not that Jess and I really had any.

   Emma smiled and turned back to me.  She lowered her face the rest of the
way and our lips touched.

   They were warm and soft; I put a hand to the back of her head as we
kissed.  I did my best to make it sensual since I know she hadn't been
kissed much.  She did very well herself.

   Jess used her hand to move Emma's hair out of the way of her face.  Emma
broke the embrace first before it could get weird.

   She caught my lower lip between her teeth; as she pulled away, I could
see her eyes twinkling.  She released my lip and chuckled as it snapped
back.

   She slid down my body, kissing me on various parts at random intervals
as she worked her way down to my pubic mound.  There, she gave an extra
long suck on the skin of my shaved mound before reaching my penis.

   One quick peck was placed on the head of my rod; she looked up at me,
smiled, then gave it a long, slow lick.  Emma jerked a moment later at the
feeling of Jess' fingers touching her ass.  She spun around to see what was
happening.

    -œDon't worry about me, kitten.  Just keep doing what you're doing, -
Jess said with a shoo-ing gesture.

   Emma turned back around to me.  She opened her mouth and licked her lips
seductively.  A moment, I felt her warm, tender mouth envelope my erection.

    -œOooo, Emma... - I moaned.  She slid her mouth down my rod with
frustrating slowness until her lips bottomed out on my pubic mound.  She
sucked for several intense seconds before pulling back up and off my
member. Then she leaned back.

   I started to sit back up myself, confused, but Emma roughly shoved me
back to the floor.  She took both hands and put them on the side of her
tits.  She leaned over to take my dick between them, but Jess stopped her.

    -œOne second, - Jess said.  Emma held the position as Jess took Emma's
left boob in her hands.  She made sure I had a clear view from where I was
laying as she took Emma's nipple between her lips.  Emma moaned loudly,
either because it felt good or for show for my benefit  -" probably the
latter.

   After releasing the nipple, Jess dragged her tongue along the inside of
the boob, moistening it.  She gave me the show again as she repeated
everything on Emma's other breast.

    -œOk, now, - was all Jess said, but it was enough.  Emma leaned over
until her rack was just above my erection.  She let her boobs separate
enough to allow me in and slid them down around me.

   The feeling of her cushy boob flesh enveloping my dick was exquisite. 
With my erection between her mounds, she pushed both boobs in, squeezing me
before slowly sliding them down my shaft.

    -œOo, God, Emma, that's amazing! - I said from the floor.

    -œShhhh.... - she said.  She pulled back up, then down again,
masturbating me with her luscious breasts.

   Meanwhile, behind her, Jess ran her fingers along Emma's slit, back and
forth without penetrating her.

   On the next up-stroke, she pressed on her boobs so they would stimulate
the rim of my cock.

    -œMmmm...  oooh, Emma, I don't know how much longer I can hold it, - I
warned.  Yesterday I had creamed on her ass and pussy; today her face was
point blank and would take a direct hit.

    -œNope, not like this, - she said.  She released her breasts and
pulled away.  I was left gasping as I tried to hold my orgasm back.  It
wouldn't be much longer though.

   Her mouth was back on me and taking me in fully.  Jess' fingers were
teasing along Emma's ass crack as Emma sucked on me.

   Jess' other hand came under Emma and rubbed my sack; that pushed me over
the edge and I exploded into Emma's mouth.

    -œOh, Emma! - I cried out.  As I was spasming into her, Jess slid two
fingers into her pussy and rotated them, causing her to moan also.

   Jess worked my package hard while Emma swallowed everything that I shot
into her oral cavity.  Emma used one hand to stroke the base of my rod to
milk everything from me.

   Once she felt that I had ceased cumming, she removed her mouth from me.
Jess had not quit though and was slowly working two fingers in and out of
her slit.

   I laid on the floor recovering from my orgasm while Emma remained on all
fours above me.  She was rocking back and forth in time to the fingers that
Jess was using to fuck her.  As she did, her belly hung down and rubbed
against mine.

   I pushed myself up onto my elbows; Emma was biting her lip as she clawed
at the carpet.

    -œAaron, I think you know what to do here, - Jess said calmly.  And I
did.

   I pushed myself out from under Emma.  Jess other hand had found her clit
so she didn't mind my exit.

   I crossed around to Emma's ass and lay down on my back, scooting my head
under her pussy.  Jess withdrew the hand that was playing with Emma's clit
to give me access, but she continued to finger her.

   I got myself into position and stretched my neck to connect with Emma's
pussy.  I had trouble getting my tongue in and I couldn't use my hands to
assist because I needed them to hold myself up underneath her.  Luckily,
Jess saw my predicament and used her free hand to spread the top of Emma's
pussy open.

   Emma's clit exposed, I poked at it with the tip of my tongue.  My
technique was a bit clumsy due to my position, but Emma's privates were
tingling like an electric wire already from Jess' manipulations, so I got
my moan from her.

   Emma began to pant and she shoved her hips hard against Jess' fingers
which made it a challenge for me to follow with my mouth, but I managed. 
Until the phone rang.

   We were all startled by the volume; it was Emma's phone which had been
sitting on the floor right next to us.  I picked it up and glanced at it.

    -œBwent, - I mumbled, my mouth still pressed against her privates.

    -œOh, fuck...  I have...  oooohhh...  have to take...  mmmmm...  take
it, - she said breathlessly.   -œClient, - she added.  Neither Jess nor I
felt compelled to stop though.

   She hit answer, then speaker phone.

    -œHe-hello, Emma Russ-Russell, - she stammered as I penetrated her
pussy lips with my tongue.

    -œMiss Russell?  It's Brent Philips.  We spoke the other day? - the
voice on the phone said.

    -œHi, Brent, ye-yes I remember...  oooooh. - The moan came as I
circled her clit.

    -œIs everything ok, Miss Russell? - the voice said, sounding
concerned.

    -œYes, just-just fine.  Um, I'm in the middle of exercising, - she
responded.  I guess you could call this exercising.  We were all certainly
sweaty.

    -œOh, ok.  Well, I'm sorry for the short notice, but I just got called
into work and have to be there from 10 pm to 6 am.  Would you be available
to watch Bruiser?  Again, I know it's short notice. -

   Emma glanced over at the clock; it was 8:45.

    -œMmmmm, - Emma said into the phone as I sucked on her clit.  I'd be
lying if I said that I wasn't trying extra hard to make her moan because
she was on the phone.   -œEr, I mean, yes, I can dooooo-, - Jess was
tickling her asshole with a pinky finger -  -œ<cough> <cough> er, I can do
that.  I can leeee-, - Jess' pinky started pushing into her rosebud.  Emma
hit the mute button and turned around with an exasperated look.

    -œGuys!  Really!  This is work related! - she hissed.

   Grudgingly, we both stopped what we were doing.  Emma unmuted the phone.

    -œPhew!  Sorry, had to jump off the treadmill, - she said into the
phone while scowling at both of us.   -œI can leave in about ten minutes to
head over there. -

   I shoved my tongue back in her pussy.   -œOoo, er, maybe make it
fifteen! -

    -œOk, - Brent said from the other end of the phone.   -œThat will be
great!  I appreciate this SO much!  So will Bruiser! -

    -œNo problem.  Happy to help.  See you soon! - she said.

    -œOk, thanks again! - Brent said before disconnecting.

   Turning back around to us, Emma said,  -œAlright, you heard it.  We got
fifteen minutes to finish this! -

   I didn't need to be told twice and immediately went back to eating her
out; Jess resumed fucking her with two fingers.

   With her already as horny as she was at that point, we had her trembling
again on all fours in under five minutes.

   Jess shoved the digit that had been teasing her anus all the way in to
the knuckle; involuntarily, Emma squeezed her legs together against my
face, squishing my cheeks.

   Jess saw and laughed; far from making her extract her finger, she
rotated in Emma's butt as I continued to lick.

    -œOoooooo FUCK! - Emma screamed as she climaxed.  Her hips bucked and
pulled away from my mouth; my lips were puckered like a fish's as her legs
kept trying to close on me.  I didn't mind, though; seeing her spasm and
quiver above me as the orgasm rocked her was delightful.

   She crawled forward to free herself of Jess' fingers and my mouth.  She
rolled over onto her back once she was clear of my head.

   One arm was wrapped over her heaving belly as she tried to slow her
breathing; it took her a while but we were considerate by finishing ahead
of schedule.  I rolled over onto my stomach and slid up next to her.  Jess
took up position on her opposite side.

   Without raising her head, she said to no one in particular,  -œDamn,
that felt good. -

   I placed an arm around her stomach.   -œYou did a pretty good job
yourself, - I said with a smile.

   She rolled over and faced me.

    -œDo you really mean that? - she asked, suddenly serious.

    -œYes, I really do.  You were incredible, - I said.  And I meant it.

    -œGood.  That makes me glad.  I enjoyed doing it for you, - she said.

    -œMaybe you could try those skills on Jess next time... - I suggested.


   Jess laughed from the other side of Emma.   -œNice try, stud! -

   Emma didn't say anything, but just stared into my eyes.  She seemed to
be considering it...



   Chapter 35

   Finally, Emma pushed herself up to a sitting position.   -œOk, guys, you
know I have to go. - She started to look around for her dress.

    -œDon't bother putting the dress back on.  It'll take you forever and
you can't wear it to go baby-sit anyway.  Just run to your apartment as is,
- Jess said.

   Emma appeared to consider it.   -œAlright, I guess, - she said after a
long pause.  I was surprised at how readily she agreed, but really it was
only ten feet to her apartment.  What could happen?

   She stood up and walked to the front door.  She pulled it open a crack
and peered out into the hallway; it was deserted.

   She pulled the door open fully and darted into the hallway.  She pulled
our door closed behind her and ran the few steps over to hers.  She heard a
click of another door unlocking further down the hall.  And at that moment,
she realized that she had forgotten her keys in our apartment.

   I was watching her through the peep hole in our door and whispered the
play by play to Jess.

   Emma quickly turned around and came back to our door, only to find it
locked (thanks to Jess' quick thinking  -" she'd already seen Emma's keys
sitting on the floor near her phone.)

    -œFuck!  Guys!  Let me back in! - she hissed as she banged on our door
with her elbow.  I could see her futility trying to cover her boobs and
pussy with her hands.  Her attempts at getting our attention only served to
make her whole body jiggle,

   The door down the hall opened and our senior neighbor, Harold Lerhmann,
walked out in his bathrobe.  He was a decent guy; quiet, kept to himself
mostly.  He was a widower and nearly ninety-years-old.

   Emma's large white body caught his eye and he started walking towards
her.

    -œMiss Russell? - he said, straining to see if it was her.  Despite
being older than any of our grandfathers, Mr.  Lehrmann insisted on calling
everyone by their last name.

   Emma gave another round of panicked knocks on the door; no such luck
though.  She turned to him as he walked towards her.

    -œUh, hi Mr.  Lehrmann.  Yes, it's me, Emma, - she said.  I could see
through the peep hole that she was blazing red in the face.  Her hands were
doing little to cover up the enormous amount of flesh she had showing.

    -œWhat...  why are you out here naked? - he asked, pronouncing 
-œnaked - as  -œneck-ed -.

    -œUm, I, um, - she said, stammering to come up with something
plausible.  Presumably, she didn't want to tell our octogenarian neighbor
that she was running back to her apartment nude after having group oral sex
with her other neighbors.  I think I understand why.

    -œI, uh, thought I heard a noise in the hallway and came out to check.
I accidentally locked myself out, - she managed.  I don't think she had an
explanation for why she came out to investigate bare-ass naked.

   Mr.  Lerhmann was only a couple feet away from her; Emma's ass was
pressed against our door and she had both legs crossed in her attempt at
propriety.  To his credit, I did not catch Mr.  Lerhmann checking out her
nude body.  Better man than me.

    -œSo, do you need me to call the building super? - he offered
helpfully.

    -œNO!  I mean, no, sir, please don't call anyone else.  Um, Aaron and
Jess have my keys  -" uh, spare keys, that is  -" but they - - she raised
her voice ten decibels as she said the rest -  -œDON'T SEEM TO BE ANSWERING
THE DOOR EVEN THOUGH I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT THEY ARE HOME! -

    -œDid you try knocking, young lady? - the gentleman said.  The answer
that ran through her head was  -œof course, you old fart - but she didn't
get to say anything as he leaned past her and knocked on our door, ever so
softly.

   Jess whispered to me,  -œGuess we should open the door.  I don't want
her to be late for work. -

   I unlocked the door and opened it.  Jess and I both feigned surprise at
seeing the naked twenty-year-old in the hallway.

    -œYou see?  You had to knock! - the old man said, gesturing at us.

    -œOh, hi Emma!  Oh my goodness! - Jess said in  -œsurprise. -  -œWhy
on earth are you standing out there naked? - she asked.

   I could see Emma was fuming.  I felt bad, but the words  -œBetter her
than me - did cross my mind.

   She tried to push her way inside but Jess blocked her.  Emma's eyes
widened.

    -œAre you in trouble?  Do you need help? - Jess asked,  -œconcerned
-. Then, she lowered her voice and leaned in conspiratorially,  -œDid a
boy leave you like this after having relations with you?? -

   I could tell Jess was having a bitch of a time controlling a smirk at
the word  -œrelations. - Harold's eye sight probably wasn't good enough to
see any facial expressions anyway.

    -œNo, Jess, nothing like that, - Emma said through clenched teeth.  
-œJust locked myself out of the house.  Could I go in and get my keys? -

    -œOh, Aaron can go look for them, - Jess said.   -œI don't recall
where we put them, but I'm sure he can find them.  Eventually. - I got her
not-so-subtle hint that I shouldn't rush.

    -œEmma, - Jess continued,  -œwhy are you standing all twisted like
that?  Relax.  We'll get you back into your apartment before long. -

    -œUmmm, well, I am trying to maintain some MODESTY, Jess! - Emma said.

    -œHmmm?  Oh, because of Mr.  Lehrmann here?  Harold has six kids, four
of whom are daughters.  I'm sure you don't have anything he hasn't seen
before.  Uncover yourself.  Now. -

   She didn't stress 'now', but it was implied.

   Reluctantly, Emma uncrossed her legs and slowly lowered her arms.  Her
plus-sized naked body was exposed to the old man.

    -œActually, - Harold said to Jess,  -œI also have twelve grand kids
and seventeen great-grand kids. -

    -œWow!  Did you hear that, Em?  Seventeen great grand kids! - Jess
said.

    -œYes.  Fascinating, - Emma said tersely.

   I knew Emma needed to leave so I brought the keys to let her off the
hook.  Jess took them from me before I could pass them to Emma, though.

    -œHere you go, Em- Oops! - Jess said, dropping the keys on the floor.
-œSorry!  I'm such a klutz.  I'd pick them up, but I have a back thing. 
You can bend over, AT THE WAIST, and pick them up, right? -

    -œJess, I can't! - Emma mouthed.

   Jess leaned over and whispered into Emma's ear.

    -œThe poor man has been widowed for fourteen years.  I haven't seen him
so much as go to bingo with another woman since then.  Get over yourself
and toss the guy a bone. -

   Emma glanced at our elderly neighbor and sighed.   -œSure thing. -

   Emma turned her back to Harold, spread her legs, and bent over very
slowly to get the keys.  Jess was very proud as Emma gave Harold a very
clear view of her shaved pussy from behind as she did so.

   Standing back up, she turned and unlocked her door.  Before she went in,
however, she turned to Harold and smiled at him.

    -œThank you, Mr.  Lehrmann, for all your help. - Emma leaned in and
kissed him on the cheek, making sure her boobs touched his arm.

    -œNo problem, Miss Russell! -

   Harold retreated to his apartment.  Jess watched him go then frowned.

    -œHmmmmm... - she said.

    -œWhat is it? - Emma asked, forgetting her nudity for one brief
moment.

    -œIf that old geezer goes and masturbates to the thought of your body
right now, it might damn well kill him.... -

   Jess went back inside her apartment and left the naked, and now
horrified, Emma there in the hallway staring after Harold.



   Chapter 36





   She didn't have much in the way of clean clothes available.  After
changing into a PetHub t-shirt and shorts, Emma went and retrieved her cell
phone from our apartment before driving over to Brent's.

   She reached for the door bell, then thought better of it.  She pulled
her phone out and called Brent.

    -œHi, Brent, it's Emma.  I'm at the front door.  I didn't want to ring
the doorbell and get Bruiser more worked up. -

    -œOh, ok, - Brent answered,  -œI'll let you in. -

   The front door opened and Emma saw Bruiser immediately.  He was wrapped
in his ThunderShirt on the far side of the living room, but it didn't seem
to be helping as he was quivering like a leaf.

    -œHe can tell when I'm getting ready to leave and gets very worked up,
- Brent explained sadly.

    -œI can see that.  No worries though, I'll take good care of him, -
Emma said with a smile.

   Bruiser was trembling all over as Emma walked up to him.  He gave one
token bark, but that was it and didn't move.

   Emma crouched down and slowly approached him.  He didn't try to flee;
just kept shaking where he was.

   Emma picked him up gingerly and brought him to her bosom.  She wrapped
her arms tightly around him.

   He looked to Brent; perhaps for permission.  Brent was smiling, so that
was good enough.  Turning back to Emma, he licked her chin.

    -œWho's a good boy?  Bruiser, Bruiser's a good boy! - Emma said in her
best baby-talk voice.   -œDoes Daddy have a blanket of Bruiser's he can get
me? - she said.  The question was directed at Brent, but she aimed it at
Bruiser, keeping the same 'goo-goo-gaa-gaa' tone.

    -œYeah, sure! - Brent said.  He dashed for his bedroom and returned
immediately with a hand knitted blanket.  It was only about three feet by
three feet.

    -œThis is Bruiser's....  my wife used to knit and made it just for him.
- His tone was calm, though somber.

   Emma took it from him while maintaining her smile directed at Bruiser.
Walking over to the couch, she wrapped the blanket around the pug but still
kept him tightly clutched to her chest.  It was then that Brent noticed
that Bruiser was no longer trembling.  Sitting on the sofa, Emma was
rocking him back and forth.

    -œMy God, that's amazing, - he said softly.

    -œNo, not really.  He's not my only client with separation anxiety. 
The familiarity of the blanket is soothing, just like it is for babies;
also, maintaining the positive pressure on him has a comforting effect as
well.  That is the idea behind the ThunderShirt., - Emma said.  Her eyes
glanced up at the wall clock and saw it was 9:40.

    -œI think we are good here; you shouldn't be late for work, - she
said.

   Brent turned to the clock with alarm.

    -œOh shit!  You're right! - He bent down gave Bruiser a kiss on the
head.  He touched Emma on the shoulder and she looked up at him.

    -œThank you so much, Emma.  You don't know how much this means to me!
- he said.

    -œNo problem.  I'm happy to help.  Now go!  We'll be fine here! - Emma
said with a shoo-ing motion.

   After he'd left, Emma spoke to Bruiser in a motherly tone.

    -œSo, just me and you tonight, little guy.  Do you want to watch some
Animal Planet? - she asked him.  He didn't though, because the blanket
coupled with her soothing voice and the rocking movements were making his
eyes close.  In another couple minutes, he was snoring softly against her.

   Chapter 37



   I pushed the button on the switch-blade and watched as the steel blade
sprung out.  I was momentarily night blinded by the flash of the street
light reflecting off the metal.

   The knife was illegal in our state for no less than three different
reasons.  The spring mechanism for one, but also the length of the blade
was longer than could be carried in public and the double sided blade was
banned also.

   The knife was perfect for this job though, as the generous hand-guard
made it easy to get the necessary force behind the blade to puncture the
tire.  After I drove it in to the hilt, I was rewarded with a satisfying
whoosh of air.

   On the opposite side of the car, I could hear the battle sounds of Car
Door vs Screwdriver.  It sounded like the screwdriver was winning handily.

   Wait, I should probably back up to explain where we were and how we got
there.



   ((One Hour Earlier))

   It was around midnight.  Emma had left a while earlier to go pet sit for
Brent and usually I'd be exhausted by that point, but all the excitement
had me wired so I was surfing online.  Jess was occupied cleaning the house
as she was want to do when she is bored.

   Emma had given us enough information about Todd, so I decided to see his
Facebook page for myself.  The most recent post popped up first.

   Oh boy, I thought.  The shit was going to hit the fan when Jess saw
this.

    -œJess! - I yelled over the sound of the vacuum.  No, she had no
qualms with vacuuming at midnight.   -œYou should come see this. -

   Jess shut the vacuum off and leaned against the back of my chair as she
read over my shoulder.

   The latest post was the photo of Emma in his BMW again, but with a
different caption now.

    -œWell, no anal tonight.  Instead, this fucking cunt threw wine on me
and ruined an $80 shirt.  Fat fucking bitch. -

   I swear, I could actually hear Jess' blood-pressure rising.  If we were
in a cartoon, steam would have been shooting out of both ears.

    -œOh, hell-to-the-FUCKING-NO.  I want that mother-fucker's address. 
And I want it NOW, - she said.  She pointed to the floor to emphasize
'now.'

    -œYes, Ma'am! - I said obediently.

    -œNOW, Aaron! - she repeated.

    -œUnderstood! - I assured her.

   As it happens, I am an expert Google-stalker with cyber-espionage skills
to rival the NSA.  Well, maybe not quite, but between what I already knew
and the tid bits he helpfully provided on his Facebook page (the fucking
guy did nothing but talk about himself  -" perfect ammo for any
cyber-stalker) I was able to get his home address in under five minutes. 
Ten minutes after that, we were both dressed in black, Cloak-and-Dagger
style with the tools we would need.



   We drove by his apartment complex first to stake it out.  Poorly lit,
with one security camera at the entrance to the lot.  Todd's parking spot
was not covered by the camera.  Far from discouraging us, the presence of
the camera actually was perfect for our plan.

   We parked on a side street and donned our ski masks.  Jess thought them
a bit melodramatic, but I insisted.

   We strode slowly by the camera so it would get a good look at us.  Not
our faces or anything, which we covered as I mentioned, but our body
shapes. There was a small chance the camera was being actively monitored,
but it seemed unlikely.

   We had no problem identifying Todd's car thanks to the helpful selfie he
took with Emma.  More than enough was visible to ensure we had the correct
one.

   And then that brings us back to the beginning of the chapter.  I
flattened both tires on my side before going around to Jess' side.  She had
opted to scratch  -œCOCK SUCKER - in the side.  Rather lengthy choice, I
thought, but readers know that Jess is no wuss.

   Vandalism complete, she tried to get me to piss in the gas tank, but I
refused.  We did make sure to flash the tools at the camera as we left;
anyone reviewing the footage tomorrow would clearly see two vandals,
neither of whose body shapes matched that of the  -œfucking cunt. -

   Back at home, Jess declared,  -œWell, that was a job well done. -

    -œOh, we aren't finished, - I stated.   -œPull up a seat next to me
and watch, - I said sitting down at the computer again.

   Step one was finding out his employer.  That wasn't even a challenge
because he talked non-stop on Facebook about the butt-load of money he made
at Niles-Barker Investment Strategies.  A minute later, I had email
addresses for the CEO, Vice President, and head of Human Resources just for
good measure.  All of them got screen shots of the Facebook page of the
employee that was representing them.

    -œGood job! - Jess said, patting me on the back.

    -œOh, still not done, - I said.

   The Piece De Resistance cost me $29.99 for a background report from an
online company, but it revealed the one piece of info that I couldn't find
elsewhere: the email address of Todd's mom.  It was worth every penny.  Mom
got a copy of the same screen shots.  Try explaining that at Thanksgiving,
fucker.
Jess was shaking her fists in victory.  She leaned in and kissed me on

the cheek.

    -œExcellent job, Aaron!  You've totally earned anal tomorrow. -

   Yes!  Score!!

   Chapter 38

   A little before 7 am the next morning, Brent came home from the fire
station.  He called out as he came in the front door.   -œEmma?  I'm back.
-

   He didn't get an answer and a moment later he saw why.

   Emma was lying asleep on his couch, her back facing the room with
Bruiser swaddled in his blanket and tucked securely between her chest and
the sofa cushions.  She was sleeping quietly; Bruiser was making snoring
sounds reminiscent of a chain saw at idle in his living room.

   He walked quietly up to her so as not to disturb her (though if Bruiser
didn't wake her, nothing would) and sat down on the love-seat nearby.

   Emma's t-shirt had ridden up while she slept and exposed all of her
stomach and most of one boob.  He was able to see then that she hadn't worn
a bra to his house; he had no way of knowing of the distractions she had
had to contend with while trying to head to his house.

   His instinct told him to pull down her shirt, but he realized that if he
did, and she awoke, it could easily be misconstrued as sexual assault.  And
that would be bad.

   Instead, he went and got another blanket (human sized) from his bedroom
and used that to cover her.  Should she awaken, there would be no
misunderstanding.  As it happened though, she didn't even stir.

   He sat and watched her sleep for a good five minutes before it dawned on
him how fucking creepy that was.  That made him go into the kitchen and
start a pot of coffee.

   He didn't know what she ate, so he decided to just make a bunch of
breakfast foods; he was used to cooking at the fire house and rather
enjoyed it.

   Emma stirred a little while later.  It took her a minute to remember
where she was.  Then she realized that she was being motor-boated by the
tiny snout which had wedged itself between her boobs and was snoring away.
Ever so carefully, she pulled the blanket off of her (how had it gotten
there?) and slid away from the pup.

   In the next moments, she discovered many things.  #1, she could smell
coffee and hear sounds coming from the kitchen, so Brent must be home.  #2,
the blanket must have come from him.  #3, she had had a boob showing when
she exited the blanket.  Had he seen?

   She walked groggily into the kitchen.

    -œGood morning, Miss Russell! - Brent said cheerily.  Emma yawned.

    -œEmma, please.  Good morning to you, too, - she said as she rubbed
the sleep from her eyes.

    -œRight, I'm sorry.  Emma.  Would you like some breakfast? - he asked
as he slid some scrambled eggs from a pan to a plate on the table.  Next to
it on the table were some bacon, toast, and fruit salad.

    -œOh, uh, sure.  I'd love some, - she said.  She tugged on the bottom
of her t-shirt to be sure it was all the way down as she sat at the table.
How could she have forgotten to where a bra?  While his back was to her,
she subtly used her fingers to check to see if her nipples were poking
through the t-shirt.  And they were.  Brent didn't show any signs of
noticing though.

   - -

   As Brent sat down at the table, he couldn't help but notice Emma's
nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt.  He already knew that she
wasn't wearing a bra, of course, but he made a very concerted effort to not
look at them.

   He spoke as Emma dug into her eggs.

    -œI want to thank you again for coming last night; you were a life
saver.  I hope Bruiser wasn't too much of a bother. -

    -œNo, - she answered,  -œnot at all.  He was a little angel.  A very
loud angel, but an angel nonetheless. -

   Brent laughed.   -œYes, he can be a bit noisy in bed.  My wife used to
wear ear plugs.  It didn't really bother me, though. -

   Emma checked the clock; it was almost 7:30 am.  She had to be at PetHub
for 9 o'clock.

    -œI'm glad I could help.  I feel so sorry for him, - she said. 
Hastily she added,  -œum, and you too, of course. -

   Brent nodded gravely.   -œYes, thank you. - He wanted to change the
subject from his dead wife.

    -œSo, how is the pet sitting business? - he asked.

    -œGood.  I work at PetHub full time though to actually pay the bills,
- she answered.

    -œPetHub?  Here in town?  We adopted Bruiser from one of their adoption
events, - Brent said.

    -œReally?  That's awesome! - Emma said; in her excitement, some fruit
juice dribbled from her mouth.

    -œYes, my wife was big on rescue; the shelter told us that Bruiser
himself was rescued from a puppy mill. - Talking about his wife made
Brent's face sag a bit.

    -œI totally agree, - Emma said.   -œAnd rescued dogs like Bruiser are
always so much more appreciative of the love they receive. -

    -œDo you have any pets yourself? - Brent inquired.

   Emma shook her head.   -œIronically, no.  I love animals, but my hectic
schedule of work and school means that I would never be home to give them
the attention that they deserve.  So, I fill my pet needs vicariously;
through little guys like Bruiser. -

   As if he heard his name called, Bruiser stumbled into the kitchen.  He
stretched and yawned before walking over to the door.

   Brent got up and went to grab to leash, but Emma stopped him.

    -œPlease, let me.  It's what you're paying me for, - she said as she
took the leash from him.

   The mention of paying her seemed to make Brent realize something.

    -œOh damn, I just realized that I don't have any cash on me.  Do you
mind if I run to the ba- - Emma cut him off as she clipped the leash on to
Bruiser's collar.

    -œDon't worry about it.  I send all my clients bills at the end of the
month.  I'm all set for today. -

   She walked Bruiser out to the backyard.

   Brent stood by the sliding glass door with his cup of coffee as he
watched Bruiser lift his leg against a tree.  For the first time since his
wife had passed, he thought that he was starting to have feelings for
someone else.

   Chapter 39



   At around 8 am, Emma's car was exiting Brent's driveway.  By
coincidence, at the exact same time, I was slowly sliding in and out of
Jess' bum.

   We had gone to bed late and had just woken up, but I wasn't missing out
on cashing in my  -œAnal Chip - lest she change her mind.

   I was using pretty much every trick I knew to hold on so I could make it
last as long as possible.  Jess was bored with resting on her elbows
doggy-style so she had taken to scrolling through Facebook on her phone
while I plowed her ass.  Her boredom did not bother me.

    -œHa!  Check this out, - she said, passing her phone over her shoulder
to me.  I stopped thrusting to read it.

   It was Todd's page.  He posted a picture of his vandalized car with this
below it:



   'Some fucker did this to my ride last night!  Spoke to security and got
these photos.  Share them around!'

   Two grainy photos of Jess and me, coming and going, were posted.  As
planned, they exonerated Emma of blame while simultaneously being 100%
useless.

   Even better was the torrent of comments under them.

    -œServes you right, asshole! -

    -œKarma's a bitch! -

    -œIf I can ID them for you, I'll be sure to buy them both drinks! -

   The position Jess was in made it difficult, but she put one palm behind
her to high-five me as best she could.  I did and returned the phone to
her.

    -œWould it be wrong to hit 'like'? - Jess asked over her shoulder.

    -œYes, - I answered,  -œit would be. - I resumed thrusting into her
tight ass.

    -œSpoil sport.  How about the 'shocked' emoji? - she tried.

   My orgasm was rapidly approaching.   -œSure...  knock yourself...  out,
- I said in between pants.

   So she did.  She also added an  -œOMG - just as I blew my load into her
bottom.



   Chapter 40



   Emma made it to PetHub with only seconds to spare; she had to hurry to
make it to the time clock on time.  Not that her boss was a bastard about
that sort of thing; she simply took great pride in her work ethic and tried
very hard to be punctual.

   Nothing exciting happened until she checked her phone while on break.

    -œHoly fuck, - she said aloud in the empty break-room.

   Jess had forwarded a link to Todd's page.  Jess had added a note: 
-œHmm, guess he pissed SOMEONE off. -

   When she followed the link, she saw a blurry, but unmistakable, picture
of her two new neighbors, clad in black and holding tools aloft.

   Right under that was the picture of Todd's fucked up BMW.

   There was another more recent post that neither Jess nor I had seen at
that point.

   'FUCKING BULLSHIT!  Crazy ass bitch ratted me out to my boss at work AND
I have a nasty voicemail from my FUCKING mother!  Who the fuck does that!'

   Scrolling more, she found the photo and caption of her that had sparked
Jess' fury.

   She dialed Jess.

    -œJess, what the fuck did you guys do?! - Emma hissed into the phone
as soon as Jess answered.

    -œWell, did you ever see the Godfather?  You mess with my neighbor, you
mess with my whole family.  I'm pretty sure it went something like that.  I
never actually saw it.  Anyway, we had to balance the scales of justice. 
And we did, - Jess said evenly.

    -œYou guys didn't have to do that, you know, - Emma said.

    -œOh, but we did.  And trust me, his chubby chasing days are over, -
Jess responded.

    -œWell...  thank you.  Tell Aaron thank you for me as well, - Emma
said quietly.

    -œNo problem, girlfriend.  We got your back. -

   After hanging up with Jess, Emma saw she had a new email.


-œFrom: SuperMatch Server -
-œSubject: You have a message from a match! -

    -œHello, SexyKittyTwenty! -

    -œUser BNB333 has sent this message: -

    -œHi!  I saw that you are an animal lover.  So am I.  I'd love to take
you out to dinner this weekend, if you'd let me. -

   Emma clicked the name in the message which brought up the profile for
BNB333.  It was completely blank except for  -œLikes: Dogs. - No photo,
not even a description.  It struck Emma as fishy, so she decided to hold
off on answering until she talked to Jess later.

   - -

   After work, at around 6:30, Emma knocked on our door; Jess answered.

    -œHey, kiddo, what's shakin? - Jess asked.  She stepped aside and
gestured for Emma to enter the apartment.

    -œHey, Jess.  Hey, Aaron, - she said, waving to me at the computer.  I
returned the wave.   -œCan I ask you something? - she said to Jess.

    -œSure, of course.  What's on your mind? -

    -œWell, - Emma said,  -œI got another match today.  After my
experience with Todd  -" oh, and thanks again for everything you guys did
to defend my honor, you guys are intense!  Anyway, after my experience with
Todd, I'm a bit gun shy.  And something struck me as off. -

   She pulled out the phone and showed it to Jess who read it, then
followed through to the profile just as Emma had.

    -œHe's fat, - Jess pronounced.   -œAnd shy. -

   You may recall back at the beginning of the story, I stated that I
didn't like to use the 'F' word.  Jess had no such reservations.

    -œHuh?  How do you know? - Emma asked curiously.

    -œWhy else would he have no photo or description?  And the profile is
bare because he is afraid of scaring you off, - Jess declared.

   These were very good deductions and all perfectly plausible; but we
would all learn later that Jess was completely wrong on all counts.

    -œSo, you don't think I should be concerned? - Emma asked.

    -œWell, take regular precautions.  Don't get into the back of his
unmarked panel van or anything, even if he offers you candy.  But, I
wouldn't blow him off just because he's shy.  Or because Todd was a dick.
-

    -œNot all guys are dicks! - I shouted from the desk.

    -œI mean, unless you have a problem dating fat guys, - Jess said.

    -œWhat?!  No!  God, how shallow do you think I am! - Emma exclaimed.

   Jess raised her hands defensively.   -œJust checking.  You never know.
-

    -œAlright, I guess I'll email him back then, - Emma said.  She seemed
happy to get Jess' approval.


'To: BNB333'
'Hi!  I'd love to meet you for dinner.  I'm available tomorrow night, if

you'd like.  Just let me know where and when.' <<SEND>>

    -œOk, I guess I'll head back to my apartment then.  Thanks for talking
with me, - Emma said.  She stood up to leave.

    -œHey, if you want to hang out here tonight, we don't mind, - Jess
said.   -œDo we, Aaron? - she asked, turning to me.

    -œOf course, not.  We were just getting ready to order Chinese
delivery. You're welcome to join us, if you like, - I said.

   Emma smiled.   -œI would.  I'd love that. -



   While eating some chicken and broccoli, Emma's phone chirped indicating
a new email.
'From: BNB333'
'Thank you for accepting!  If you like seafood, I'd like to meet at The
Blue Crab at 5 pm.  It is the restaurant right on the edge of Horseshoe

Beach.  I'll be outside waiting for you.'
'To: BNB333'

   'I love seafood and it sounds great.  How will I know you?'

   BNB333 responded almost immediately
'From: BNB333'

   'You'll know me!'

   Well, that was odd, she thought.

    -œJess, what do you make of this? - Emma asked, showing her the phone.
Jess read and considered.

    -œLike I said, he's probably very large.  And he probably hasn't been
on a lot of dates, if ever, so I'll bet he is going to be very excited to
see you.  That's how you'll know him. -

   She was right about the  -œexcited - part, but, again, wrong about
everything else.

   Chapter 41



   After dinner, Jess suggested we watch a movie.  I don't know what it
was. The Notebook maybe, or some other chick flick.  I didn't really care;
chick flicks are much better for getting the girls' juices flowing than,
say, Die Hard 2.  Young guys, who may be reading this, take note. 
'Priorities' and 'Pussy' both start with a 'P'.  Coincidence?  I think not.

   We were all sitting on the couch with me in the middle.  Both girls had
hands on my thighs as they watched the movie, engrossed by whatever was
happening on it.  I think Sophie had to make a choice about a steel
magnolia that belonged to Thelma and Louise.  Or some shit.

   About twenty minutes in, Jess suggested I get everyone a blanket from
the bedroom so we could be more comfortable.  It wasn't cold at all but I
said, Sure, sounded good to me.  I'm easy going like that.

   I returned with a spare comforter that we kept in the bedroom.  Half way
across the living room, I saw that Emma and Jess had both stripped down and
were tossing their clothes on the floor.  I'd seen both of them naked
enough times, but the unexpectedness of it caused me to lose my grip on the
blanket.  Half of it fell to the floor and I promptly stepped on it.

   I didn't notice any of this because I was busy staring at the naked girl
flesh; the net result was for me to stumble and crash to the floor.

   Both girls came running over to help me; I was sprawled on my back as
four exposed breasts came swinging over me to my rescue.  I'd have to do a
pratfall more often, I mused.

    -œShit, Aaron, are you ok?! - Jess said, concerned.  She and Emma both
reached down to help me up.

    -œYeah, fine, just bruised my ego, - I said, accepting their help back
up to my feet.

   I looked up and down at their two nude bodies.

    -œI did say we should get more comfortable, - Jess said, gesturing to
her nakedness.

    -œSo you did, - I agreed.  Emma reached over for my shorts and grabbed
the waistband.  There were no pesky buttons on this one; they were simply a
pair of gym shorts that I wore around the house.  Not exactly flattering,
but much more comfortable.

   Though not as comfortable as being naked, which I was a second later as
Emma yanked them down without being asked.  I had no underwear on
underneath them.

   On her way back up, she ran a hand along the inside of my thigh and up
to my ball sack.  She cupped it and rolled my testes in her palm.

    -œJess, Aaron is getting a little stubble here, - Emma remarked.

    -œHe's due for a re-shave tomorrow, - Jess acknowledged.  Jess ran a
hand over her own pubic mound.   -œSo I am for that matter.  I see that you
are still smooth as glass though. -

   Emma reddened a tad.   -œUm, yeah, I've been touching it up myself at
home.  It's slow going, but I'm getting better at it. -

    -œPractice makes perfect, - I added.   -œThough, if you ever feel like
you need help... - I gestured to my chest and shrugged.

    -œHow very noble of you, - Jess said to me with a clap on the
shoulder.

    -œThat's me, ever the brave knight, - I retorted.

   Emma took hands from both of us and gave us tugs to lead us back to the
couch.   -œCome on, let's go get cozy, - she said.   -œPoor Aaron nearly
died for this blanket. -

   I was directed to the center of the couch; Emma and Jess dropped down on
either side of me.  Both girls pressed their naked bodies tight against me
and Emma pulled the blanket over all of us.

   Jess picked up the remote and resumed playing the DVD; at least I think
she did.  It could have been a still shot for the next ninety minutes and I
wouldn't have noticed.

   Emma placed her head on my shoulder as she watched the film.  Jess sat
upright, shoulder to shoulder with me.  The soft bodies pressed against me
brought me to attention almost immediately.

   Someone  -" I'm not sure which girl  -" wrapped their hand around my
cock.  They did it so gracefully that I couldn't detect any movement under
the blanket.  She  -" whoever it was  -" slid her hand up until the rim of
my rod was covered by her palm.  Neither girl looked in my direction.

   That someone's thumb brushed the rim of the head, then repeated it.  And
again.  Over and over the sensitive skin was teased by the pad of a thumb.
I gasped and let out a moan.

    -œEmma, - Jess said without taking her eyes off of the TV,  -œare you
masturbating my husband again? -

    -œYep, - Emma responded back with a chuckle.

    -œYou remember what a mess you made the last time, right?  I like this
blanket.  I can't throw it away like that pair of underwear, - Jess
chastised playfully.

   Emma didn't stop teasing my prick; I squirmed under the touching.

    -œWell, what do you propose? - Emma asked.

   By way of answer, Jess paused the movie and pulled the blanket off all
of us and tossed it aside.  Sure enough, Emma's hand was wrapped around my
shaft.  Being exposed didn't stop her, either.

    -œIf you need somewhere to shoot it, shoot it onto your tits, - Jess
said, pointing to Emma's chest.

   Emma raised her eyebrows but kept stroking me.   -œOk, - she said
simply.

   She released my rod and moved to the floor, lying on her back.  
-œStraddle me, - she said.

   I left the couch and did so, placing my knees on either side of her
stomach.  Her big belly almost touched my scrotum.  She reached back up and
resumed stroking.

   As I knelt above her, while she masturbated me, I put my hands on my
hips awkwardly.

    -œPlay with her boobs, Aaron, - Jess instructed.

   So I did.  I took each nipple between my finger tips and gently tweaked
them, enjoying the feeling of them firming up under my touch.  My hips were
rocking back and forth above her in time to her tugs.

   She flicked the rim with the side of her thumb on each upward pull and
it sent tingles through me.  My hands moved to cup her globes and I
massaged the soft flesh as my breathing quickened.

   Jess closed in behind me and I felt her boobs press against my back.  At
the same time, she grabbed both of my ass cheeks as I writhed over Emma.

    -œOh, God! - I cried out as I climaxed, shooting onto her.  The first
shot went too far and struck her cheek.  She quickly adjusted the aim and
the next three squirts hit her breasts, two on one side, one on the other.

   She continued tugging until I was empty and the last weak squirt landed
on her abdomen.

   Spent and drained, I slid off her to the side and plopped down on my
backside.  Not knowing what to do, Emma simply lied there, covered in my
goo.  She started to reach up for the spot on her cheek, but Jess moved in
and took her hand, stopping her.

    -œUm, so I didn't make a mess of your blanket.  But now what? - Emma
asked.

    -œNow we clean you, of course, - Jess said.

   By  -œclean her -, Jess meant with her tongue.  As I sat there, Jess
crawled over to Emma's body and leaned over her stomach.  She started at
Emma's belly button (even though there wasn't any cum there) and licked
upwards until she reached the first trail of my love juice.

   Dragging her tongue across it, she licked all of it off Emma and turned
to me.  She flashed her tongue to show my jizz on it.  Pulling it back in,
she swallowed, licking her lips afterwards.

   Continuing, she moved on to Emma's left boob.  She licked the cum off of
it as well, and licked her lips as she did so.

   Jess took Emma's nipple between her lips.  She pulled the boob taut
before releasing the nipple and letting her boob snap back.

   She moved on to the other boob.  This time, instead of licking the semen
from it, she pursed her lips and sucked it up with a decidedly unerotica
slurping sound.  And yet it was still sexy.

   The line of jizz across Emma's cheek was the only spot left.  Emma had
laid there silently the whole time that Jess was eating my cum off her
body.

   Jess approached Emma's cheek, then stopped.

    -œAaron, please clean Emma's cheek for her, - Jess ordered.

   I groaned inwardly, but showed no emotion.  I saw Emma's eyes widen
considerably though.

   I got up on my knees and leaned over Emma's face.  Summoning up my
strength, I took a deep breath, held it, and let it back out.

    -œOh, get over it! - Jess said.

   I scowled but said nothing further.

   I tentatively stuck out my tongue and extended it towards Emma's cheek.
I put the tip right near the white goo then pulled back at the last moment.

    -œYou've done this before, - Jess said.

    -œUm, yeah, and hated it then too! - I retorted.

   I tried again, moving right next to her cheek and hovering over it. 
Emma finished for me by suddenly jerking her cheek towards me; my tongue
was instantly covered in my own semen.

   I instinctively pulled my tongue back in; that, of course, only resulted
in a mouth full of cum.

   My face contorted at the disgusting taste of my ejaculate.

    -œStop being such a drama queen.  Finish cleaning her already, - Jess
said in an exasperated tone.

   I still had the warm, salty goo in my mouth; I couldn't continue until I
swallowed.  I held my nose and squeezed my eyes shut as I did so; the sperm
went sliding down my throat.  I almost gagged.

    -œBoy, - Emma said,  -œwhat a baby. -

    -œI know, huh? - Jess said.   -œHe's always so eager for US to
swallow, though. -

   I scowled and leaned back in to clean the rest of my jizz off of Emma's
face.  The rest didn't taste any better, but I soldiered through and
finished cleaning all of it from her.

   I fell back onto my butt and licked the back of my hand to get the taste
out of my mouth.

   Emma sat up and leaned into me, putting both arms around my back and
pulling me close.  Without warning, she kissed me on the lips and stuck her
tongue in; she rooted around inside my mouth before withdrawing and smiling
at me.

    -œEmma, - Jess said,  -œsit with your back against the front of the
couch.  Aaron, slide in between her legs facing forward. - We both did as
we were told.  Jess sat in front of me, between my legs with her back to my
chest.

   Emma's boobs were squished against my back, my soft penis was rubbing
Jess' ass crack.  Emma put her hands around my chest and rested her head on
my neck.  Jess reached back and caressed Emma's hair.

   And Jess reached for the remote and resumed the movie.

   - -

   After the movie finished, we all moved to our bedroom; nothing was said
about it.

   We all spooned in bed together, much as we had before.  I was in the
middle, sandwiched between the two girls.  Emma was behind me and she
reached around to hold my member.

   The touch got me hard again, causing my erection to poke into Jess'
backside.  She spread her legs apart, exposing her wet pussy in front of
me.

   I wiggled around to get a better angle and Emma wiggled up close behind
me, maintaining her grip on me.  Finding the spot, I pushed my hips into
Jess' wet and waiting slit.  Emma's hand got crushed between Jess' ass and
my pelvis, so she moved her grip to my scrotum instead.

   I couldn't penetrate very deep due to the angle, but it was more than
enough for my needs; Jess', probably not so much, but she's understanding
like that.

   I made small thrust after thrust into her as Emma played with my package
from behind.  Before long, I was climaxing again, this time into my wife
rather than on the tit's of our young neighbor.



   Chapter 42



   Early the next morning, Emma slipped out of bed while Jess and I were
still asleep.  I stirred at her movement and turned to see what she was
doing.

   She bent over and kissed me on the cheek.

    -œPlease don't get up.  I have a very busy day today and need to get
going.  Please stay here with Jess and I'll catch up with you guys later,
- she whispered to me.

   I reached around and stroked her neck lightly.

    -œOk, have a good day, - I whispered back before snuggling tight to
Jess and falling back to sleep.

   Emma did have a busy day of dog walking and school.  She was excited
about her date again, but also a bit terrified.  She resolved to be extra
cautious and not let herself get hurt.  She also told herself that she
should be open-minded at the same time.  Especially if her date didn't get
out much and was shy; not that she was all that experienced with dating
herself.

   At home, she thought about what she should be wearing.  The dress that
she wore for Todd was out of the question, but BNB333 hadn't mentioned any
sort of dress code.  She knew the restaurant and knew it was casual, so she
decided on a loose fitting floral blouse with buttons down the front.  Down
below, she had on khaki colored shorts and a pair of sandals.

   She arrived right on time at the restaurant.  She'd been there once
before, many years earlier.  It wasn't a particularly fancy place, but it
had decent fried fish with friendly service.  It had gorgeous water views
as it sat right on the beach and also had an outdoor seating area where you
could eat or order drinks.

   She wasn't sure if she was supposed to go in or wait outside for... 
who? She realized she still didn't even know the guy's name.  Shit, did she
even know for sure that it WAS a guy?  What if it was a woman?  Did she
specify on her profile that she was strictly hetero?  Since Jess had set it
up for her, who the fuck knows what Jess put.  If it WAS a woman, how did
she feel about that?  Would she be polite and eat dinn Her train of thought
was broken by a yappy bark and the sight of a little pug racing towards
her. She blinked a couple of times, caught off guard.

    -œBruiser? - she said.  The little pug ran right up to her and jumped
up, trying to reach her chin to lick it.  She bent over and picked him up;
he started licking her like crazy.

    -œBruiser, what are you- - she asked him.  Then she saw Brent, smiling
and waving to her from a table in the outdoor area.

   Emma, totally confused, carried Bruiser over towards him.

    -œHi, Brent, it's funny seeing you here.  I'm actually meeting a blind
date here tonight, - Emma said as she nuzzled Bruiser's belly.

    -œUh, yeah...  I know.  I'm your date, - he said, clearly
uncomfortable.  Emma was caught off guard for a second time in two minutes.

    -œHuh? - was all she managed.

    -œUm, I wanted to ask you out, but I chickened out and couldn't do it.
So, um, I Googled your email address that you had on your business card and
it came up on your dating profile.  Sorry if that sounds creepy and
stalkery, - he said.  He was blushing furiously.

   He continued.   -œI know this is weird, so if you don't want to have- -

   Emma stopped him.   -œNo, it's fine.  I'd love to have dinner with you.
You could have just asked me, though. -

   Brent smiled and shrugged.   -œMy wife and I were married for a long
time.  It's been a very long time since I've asked a girl out.  And never a
pretty, younger girl at that. - He realized what he had just said and
blushed even redder, which Emma wouldn't have thought possible.  He
suddenly realized she was still standing and holding Bruiser.

    -œOh, God, I'm so inconsiderate, - he said, jumping up and pulling out
a chair for Emma.  Emma put Bruiser back down on the ground and sat. 
Bruiser gave a couple of short barks and dropped next to her feet.

    -œThis place has great seafood.  More importantly, though, they allow
pets in the outdoor area, and it will be dark before too long, - he said.
He was grateful to be able to change the subject.

   Emma looked down at Bruiser.   -œAnd I know full well what would have
happened at nightfall.  Don't I, little guy? -

    -œExactly, - Brent agreed.   -œSo, I'm sorry if Bruiser tagging along
on our first date is an imposit- -

    -œDon't you dare finish that sentence! - Emma said, sharply but with
humor.   -œThis little guy would never be an imposition.  And I would have
been disappointed in you had you done any different. -

   Brent's shoulders sagged noticeably with relief.   -œI'm glad to hear
you say that, - he said.

   - -

   The conversation over dinner was somewhat clumsy.  Emma could tell that
Brent was trying hard not to talk about his deceased wife; that meant
mostly talking about Fire Fighting and Bruiser.  Unfortunately, a lot of
the discussion regarding Bruiser tended to lead back to the bond between
his wife and the pug.

    -œMy wife- Andrea was her name  -" and I married right after high
school.  Shortly thereafter, we discovered that I was sterile, and we
couldn't have kids.  Is it weird to talk about my sperm on a first date? 
Probably, I guess.  But it's been a long time since I had a first date. 
Anyway, we decided to adopt a dog to fill the empty house.  And that's how
we ended up with Bruiser.  Our little surrogate child, - Brent explained.
Bruiser barked at the mention of his name.

    -œSo, Emma, you mentioned you go to school? - Brent said, desperately
trying to move the conversation away from him.

    -œYep, at the local community college.  I'm studying business.  I want
to open my own pet store someday, - she said.

    -œThat's great!  Good for you!  You're financing it one dog-walk at a
time? - he said with a chuckle.  He'd meant for it to be humorous, but it
came out awkward.

    -œSomething like that.... - Emma was quiet for a long pause.  Brent
felt like he had offended her and the color drained from his face.  He
opened his mouth to apologize but Emma spoke first.

    -œI actually have money.  I don't talk about it, but I got a large
inheritance from my parents.  They were both killed by a drunk driver
shortly after I graduated high school.  The insurance payout meant that I
really don't need to work walking dogs or even at PetHub.  I do both
because I love both.  And I like to keep busy.  So, after I graduate, and
the time is right, I'll look into my own store.  But right now, I'm quite
happy doing what I'm doing. -

   This detail about Emma wasn't something that neither Jess nor I knew at
the time; it hadn't come up in casual conversation, but it did explain how
Emma was able to afford the apartment near us solo on a pet store clerk's
salary while paying for school as well.  Our apartment building wasn't
lavish by any standard, but it wasn't a slum either.



   They sat and talked for nearly two hours, well after finishing their
food.  They could tell the restaurant was getting fed up with their
lingering.

    -œI guess we should be going, - Emma said.

    -œGuess so.  Um, would you like to go walk on the beach? - Brent
asked.

   Emma smiled.   -œI'd like that. -

   Chapter 43

   It was dark now and the beach was deserted, the last of the sun tanners
having left an hour earlier.  The moon was full and even after the sun had
set, the warm summer air lingered around them.

   Emma and Brent walked along the edge of the water as Bruiser ran back
and forth.  He would dart out into the water a couple of feet, bounce
around for a few seconds, then retreat.



    -œBrent and Bruiser! - Emma shouted out of the blue.  Bruiser looked
up at her.

    -œHuh? - Brent said, confused.

    -œBNB, your alias.  It's Brent N Bruiser, isn't it? - Emma asked.

    -œOh, that!  Yeah, it is, - he answered which a chuckle.

    -œAnd the 333, that's your street address.  I can't believe I didn't
realize it sooner, - she stated.

    -œYeah, probably not the most creative, I know, but I made the alias
and account just for you. - It was meant as an off-hand comment, but it
came out sounding more intimate than intended.

    -œOh... - Emma said with a small smile.

   Bruiser fell on his side and began rolling around in the wet sand, legs
kicking in the air.

    -œHe loves playing at the beach, - Brent said with a chuckle.

    -œI see that! - Emma agreed.

    -œSomeone's going to need a bath when we get home, - he remarked.

    -œI think it's awesome that you adopted rather than bought from a pet
store, - Emma said.

    -œAndrea hated pet stores that sold puppies.  She was a huge animal
lover.  She actually volunteered at the shelter running their feral cat
trapping program. -

   Emma abruptly stopped dead in her tracks.  Brent took another couple
steps before he realized it.  Turning around, he could see in the dim light
that Emma looked stunned.

    -œEmma, what is it? - he asked, somewhat concerned.

   Emma didn't answer, but reached into her pocket and pulled out her
phone. She started tapping and scrolling before showing the phone to Brent.

    -œIs this your wife's phone number?  Well, I mean, was it? - she
asked.

   Brent glanced at the phone and, sure enough, Andrea's cellphone number
was on Emma's screen.  The contact name was listed as  -œAndrea from the
shelter. -

   Brent was speechless for a moment.   -œYes, it is.  Was.  How do you
have that? -

   Emma swallowed.   -œI knew her.  I volunteer at the shelter as well. 
She was an incredible woman.  I was shocked when I went in one day and
someone mentioned that she had passed unexpectedly.  I actually helped her
trap on a couple of occasions.  She did great work. -

   Brent was quiet for a few beats.   -œYes.  She did. - He paused another
beat before adding,  -œIt's amazing how much you two are alike. -

   There was an awkward pause broken by Bruiser rolling back over and
running to the water.  He resumed jumping and splashing around in it.

    -œBoy, he seems to love the water! - Emma commented.

    -œHe does.  My wife and I used to bring him here and went in the water
with him to go swimming.  He loves to swim, - he said sadly.

   Emma thought for a few moments.

    -œSo, let's take him in the water to go swimming, - Emma said lightly.

   Brent frowned.   -œI didn't bring any swim trunks on our date.  I didn't
plan that far ahead. -

    -œIt's ok, I didn't bring any either, - Emma commented.  She began
unbuttoning her blouse.

    -œEmma!  What are you doing!? - Brent said, looking around in alarm.

    -œOh come on, live a little, - she said.  She had all of the buttons
undone and her bra was showing between the open halves of the blouse.  Her
experiences with us had made her a lot more bold than she would have been
three weeks earlier.

    -œAnyone could come by at any minute! - Brent continued to protest.

    -œIt's night time, no one is coming by, - Emma said, waving her hand
at him.  She slipped the blouse off her shoulders and folded it, placing it
on a nearby rock.  She then reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

    -œEmma, geez!  We're still in the middle of our first date! -

   Emma narrowed her eyes a bit, though Brent probably couldn't see them in
the low light.

    -œI suspect you've seen at least one of these girls at your house
already, no? - she said, cupping her boobs from underneath and hefting
them in the air.

   Emma couldn't see it, but Brent blushed deep red.  He said nothing to
contradict her.

    -œThat's what I thought, - she said, unhooking the bra and slipping it
off her shoulders.  Her boobs swung free in the warm summer breeze.  The
bra went on top of the blouse.  She then reached for the button on her
shorts but paused before undoing it.

    -œWell, are you going to join me, or am I going in alone? - she said,
head cocked to the side.  She didn't wait for his answer before undoing the
button and lowering the zipper.  Her thong panties (that Jess had picked
out for her) peeked through from underneath.  They didn't really go with
the shorts-at-the-beach wear, but she hadn't really thought she'd be
showing them so soon.  And they had been clean and readily available.  Emma
hooked her fingers into the waist band and started to lower them, then
stopped.

   With a mischievous smirk, she turned around and placed her ass towards
Brent.  She slowly pulled the shorts down, stopping for a moment as they
reached the bottom of her butt cheeks which were not hidden at all by the
thong wedged deep in her crack.

   She held them there as she looked over her shoulder at Brent.  He was
watching, rapt and silent, at her strip-tease.  That was enough for her.

   She dragged them with agonizing slowness down her legs, wiggling
needlessly as she did so, to make her butt jiggle at him.  Once off, they
joined the bra and blouse.

   Turning back around, she strutted towards Brent.  He stood stock still
as she did so.

   Reaching him, she grabbed the base of his t-shirt and began lifting it
up.  Reflexively, he lifted his arms up to allow her to lift it over his
head.

   His pants came next.  Her fingers touched the snap on his jeans and he
put his hands on hers to stop her.

    -œUm, I should tell you, - he said,  -œI haven't been with anyone
since my wife passed. -

    -œThat's ok, - Emma said,  -œbecause I'm a virgin. -

   Brent's eyes went huge; he was clearly unprepared for the outgoing,
mostly naked twenty-year-old to confess to being a virgin.

    -œYou're kidding! - he blurted out.

    -œNo, I'm not.  We can take things slow.  It doesn't mean we can't have
a little fun and go swimming though, - she said.  His hands fell away and
she undid his pants.

   She pulled them down to the sand and he stepped out of them.  As she
stood back up, she noticed the front of Brent's underwear tented and
pointing at her.  Without saying anything, she added Brent's clothes to her
own pile.

    -œOk, here's the money shot, as they say, - Emma said.  She took a
deep breath and grabbed the sides of her panties.  Because of her thick
skin, there really weren't much of the panties visible except for two thin
lines of fabric on either side of her hips.

   She slid them down and off.  Her pussy was briefly exposed as she lifted
her legs to remove them.  The light was low, but Brent could see that she
was shaved down there.

   Emma stood in front of him for a few moments while he took in her naked
form.

    -œIf you feel more comfortable, you can leave your underwear on, -
Emma said, pointing at both his underwear and the erection behind them.

   Emma turned away and looked for Bruiser who was still frolicking around
at the edge of the water.

   Brent swallowed hard.  With Emma's back to him, he yanked his underwear
down quickly and tossed them to the side.  He moved his hands in front of
his crotch and started towards Emma and Bruiser.

   Emma was squatting down near Bruiser who was splashing her as he bounced
around at the shoreline.  Her butt cheeks were pulled wide apart by the
position and he could see her rosebud exposed.  She caught Brent hovering
over her shoulder and turned to him.

   Her eyes landed right on his crotch which he had half covered with his
hands.  She could see that he wasn't shaved; the pubic hair caught her off
guard since the only male crotch she'd seen in the past several years was
my perpetually hairless one.

   She quickly averted her gaze and met his eyes.  She gave him a smile as
she said,  -œK, let's take this little guy swimming. -

   Emma stood up and headed into the water.  It was cool, but not cold. 
The air temperature had dropped a lot which made the water feel warmer.

    -œCome on, boy! - Emma called to the pug.  He immediately followed her
deeper into the water and began doggy-paddling once it reached his neck.

   Emma dropped down into the water and sat on the sea-floor.  Her boobs
were still visible right above the water line.  Brent dropped down as well
and floated backward towards her.  Bruiser paddled his way over to them.

   Emma flinched as Bruiser splashed water into her face upon reaching her.
Emma put her hands on him to support him so he would stop kicking and she
pulled him to her chest.  Brent saw the reflection of her nipples
shimmering hypnotically on the surface.

   Emma pushed herself up from the sea floor and moved over to Brent until
her back was against his chest.  Brent felt her soft ass cheeks brush his
soft penis below the water.  It sent tingles through his crotch.  Emma felt
his member against her but didn't comment on it.

   Emma held Bruiser with one hand and reached behind her to put her other
hand on the back of Brent's neck.  She looked over her shoulder up at his
face and just held his gaze, waiting for him to make a move.

   Brent didn't.  Despite his date stripping naked within two hours of
their first dinner together, he was still a bit nervous about being too
forward.

   Emma was not.  She craned her head up enough for her lips to meet his.
Once she began the embrace, Brent reciprocated willingly.  He closed his
eyes and wrapped his hands around Emma's round belly.  Realizing what he
had done, he pulled them back and his eyes opened.

    -œUm, is it ok if... - and he trailed off.

   Emma smiled up at him.   -œYes, you can put your arms around me, - she
said happily.  So he did.

   Emma turned her eyes back to Bruiser, pressed against her bosom.  She
kissed the pug on the nose who returned the gesture by licking her chin. 
Despite Emma holding him, Bruiser continued to kick his little legs.

   And the three of them sat in the water that way for what felt like an
eternity.  Emma didn't want it to end.  And neither did Brent.

   Chapter 44

   It did end, though, as Bruiser grew antsy at being held in the water. 
He pushed himself away from Emma and began paddling back towards the
shoreline.

   Emma saw Bruiser was panting as he swam excitedly.

    -œAlright, I think Bruiser's had enough swim time, - she announced,
standing up from the water.  Brent watched as the water dripped from Emma's
breasts.  Emma walked slowly away from him, making sure to sway her hips as
she did; it had the desired effect of leading his eyes down to her ass.

   He would have been hard as a rock if not for the cool water.  He made
sure to cover his now-flaccid penis as he stood up to follow her.

   Emma bent over at the hips to pick Bruiser up out of the water.  Brent
could see her puffy lips from between her thighs again.

   Back on the beach, she put Bruiser down on the ground; he immediately
walked away from her and plopped himself down on the sand to rest and pant.
Emma dropped down onto the sand herself and pulled her knees up to her
chest.  In doing so, her bald slit was left exposed, peeking from in
between her thighs.

   Brent walked over and sat down on the sand on the side of her.

    -œUm, I have to say that I didn't expect our first dinner to play out
this way, - he said with a small smile.

   Emma leaned against him and wrapped her arm around his.

    -œI'm glad you asked me out, - she said, smiling also.  She laid her
head on his shoulder.

    -œI'm glad I did, too, - Brent responded.

   They both watched Bruiser chill out on the beach as they allowed
themselves to air dry in the warm breeze.  Brent sat with his knees against
his chest, just as Emma was.

    -œI have to say, - Brent continued,  -œfor a vi- - - he coughed - 
-œum, virgin, you are surprisingly, uh, open with being naked. -

   Emma had to laugh at that.   -œWell, I guess you could thank some new
friends of mine.  They're primarily responsible for that. -

   That answer raised more questions than it resolved, but Brent didn't
press her on it.

   Emma lay back in the sand and sighed.  Brent did the same; he didn't
really want to lie naked in the sand, but sitting upright next to her would
have been weird.

   Emma rolled towards him and propped herself up on an elbow to look him
in the face.

    -œI really enjoyed this, - she said softly.

    -œMe too, - Brent said back.

   Emma placed a hand on his thigh as she leaned in to kiss him once more.
The feeling of her fingers on his flesh sent blood rushing to his nether
regions.

   He tried to control his arousal, but involuntarily his eyes drifted down
to Emma's nude form next to him.  He hadn't been with a woman in nearly a
year and hadn't even masturbated; the few times he had tried, it led him on
to a line of thought back to Andrea and the accompanying sorrow killed any
mood.

   But now, here he was, with a naked twenty-year-old next to him.  Her
soft, luscious breasts next to him.  Her shaved Annnndddd he was erect. 
Fuck.

   His erection was large enough that Emma couldn't help but see it
pointing straight up near her hand.  She glanced at it before looking back
to his face.

    -œI know you want to take things slow, - she said,  -œand so do I. 
But... - she paused for a moment before continuing.

    -œBut, do you mind if I help you with that? - she said with a nod
toward his crotch.

   Brent looked down at himself, then back to her, but didn't answer either
way.  He had no idea what he was SUPPOSED to say.

   Emma took his silence for permission.  Her hand slid from his leg up to
his ball-sack; his pubic hairs felt funny against her fingers.  Hmmm, she
would have to address that with him at some point, she thought.  Not
tonight though.

   Her hand on his crotch caused him to jerk in response.

    -œCalm down, boy, I won't hurt you, - Emma said, head cocked.

    -œSorry, it's- - he began.

   Emma released his sack and put a finger to his lips.   -œShhhh... -

   He shushed; her hand returned to his package.  She rolled his testes in
her hand until she got the desired moan from him.  Once that was taken care
of, she wrapped her hand around his rod and slowly tugged.

    -œDoing ok? - she asked him.  He was obviously doing just fine, but he
had been focusing on Emma's hand stroking him and she wanted his attention
back on her.  She could tell how tense he was.

   Her question worked as planned and they resumed eye contact.  Emma had
had plenty of opportunities to work on her masturbatory skills in the past
few weeks.

   She wasn't entirely certain WHY he was tense.  After all, SHE was the
virgin here; she should be the one who was uncomfortable.  And yet, she
wasn't.  She'd masturbated her neighbor several times in the past few weeks
so this was really nothing to her.

   Brent lay there silent as Emma's hand pumped his shaft.  It felt
incredible, not only because it had been so long for him, but because
Emma's hand was so soft and warm around him.  He didn't realize how horny
he was before and the pressure in his loins built quickly.

   Emma saw the change in his breathing and knew he was getting close.  She
slowed her pace enough to ensure he wouldn't climax immediately.  For one,
she was enjoying pleasuring him, but she also didn't want him to be
self-conscious over cumming too quickly.  Aaron didn't seem to be bothered
by that, but she'd heard that a lot of guys made a big deal over it.

    -œMmmmmm... - he moaned.  Emma's grip rotated as it tugged up and
down.

    -œClose your eyes.  Relax and enjoy it, - she whispered into his ear.

   His eyes closed and Emma looked over at the crotch she was masturbating.
He was about the same size as Aaron, she thought.  His erection was a bit
more curved; that part was new to her.  And, of course, he was much hairier
down there.  She hadn't thought about it, but she much preferred the shaved
look.  No wonder Jess insisted on it.

   Up and down, up and down, she pumped away; her pace was just enough to
keep him at the edge of climax.

    -œOooohhh, Emma.... - he moaned through closed eyes.

    -œShhh... - Emma whispered again.

   Brent's hips started to quiver from the sensations; still Emma continued
stroking, teasing him up to the threshold, then slowing down to bring him
back.

   Eventually, once Emma felt she had toyed with him enough, she sped up
her pounding.

   Brent sucked in a breath as he exploded in Emma's grip.  His semen shot
up in an arc, landing in the sand between his legs.  Several more blasts
followed right behind it.

   The last two squirts didn't make it quite as far and dribbled down on
Emma's hand; Emma kept pumping away at him until he finished oozing.

   Her instinct, after her experiences with Jess and Aaron, told her to
lick it off her hand in front of him, but she was concerned that that would
freak him out (and with good reason  -" it would have.) Instead, she
released his shaft as he huffed and puffed; looking around (for what, she
didn't know) and finding nothing to wipe her hand on, she tried to wipe the
jizz off on the sand.

   That failed.  Her hand was then covered in Brent's semen and beach sand.
She frowned at it for a brief moment.

    -œUm, excuse me for one minute.  Be right back, - Emma said, standing
up.  She walked over to the shore and bent over to rinse her hand off in
the water.  Bruiser, thinking she was going back in, jumped up from where
he was lying and ran towards her.

   Brent propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Emma, bent over
and washing his jizz from her hand, nearly took a header into the water as
Bruiser jumped on the back of her legs.

    -œBruiser, no! - he cried out.  Emma stumbled but regained her
balance. She turned around to face the jumping pup.

    -œIt's ok, Brent!  I'm fine, - she said, bending over and picking
Bruiser up to kiss him.

   As Brent stared at Emma's full-figured nude form, cuddling his beloved
dog, he realized that he was sure now.  He was falling head over heels for
his dog-sitter.

   Chapter 45

   Emma walked back with Bruiser against her chest.  She was standing above
Brent who was still sitting on the sand.  Her shaved pussy was directly
across from his eyes.  Something occurred to him.

    -œUm, Emma... - he said, but didn't finish.

    -œYeah?  What is it, Brent? - she asked curiously.

    -œUh, thank you for taking care of me...  down there... - - God, he
had just thanked her for a hand job.  What the fuck was wrong with him?  
-œUm, would you like me to...  um...  for you... - he stammered.

   Emma was confused for a moment trying to figure out what the hell he was
talking about.  Then Brent nodded toward her crotch and the light bulb went
on above her head.

   She laughed.   -œNo, I'm quite alright.  Maybe we'll save that for our
next date, - she said.

   Brent's face brightened.   -œSo, you mean you want to go out again? -
His voice was shamelessly eager but he didn't care.

   Emma smiled down at him.  She bent over and kissed him passionately.

    -œYes.  We will do this again.  Now let's get dressed before we get
arrested. -

   Brent looked around, suddenly frightened; there was no one there on the
beach though, save for the two of them.  He pushed himself up from the sand
and brushed himself off.

   Having redressed, the pair walked back to the beach parking lot where
both of their cars were; Brent escorted Emma to hers.

   Emma put her hand on the door handle and turned to Brent with a smile.

    -œI had a really nice time tonight, - she said softly.

    -œMe too, - he agreed, somewhat lamely.

    -œAre you busy Friday night? - Emma inquired.  That was the day after
tomorrow.

   Brent was caught off-guard and blinked.  He hadn't expected her to make
the next move.

    -œUh, no.  I'm free, - he said.

    -œGood, - Emma said firmly.   -œMy place, Friday night, 5 o'clock. 
I'll text you the address.  And bring Bruiser; it might be a long night, -
she said with a smirk.  Bruiser barked from the ground next to Brent.

   Emma bent over and kissed Bruiser before standing up and giving Brent
his final kiss of the night.

   Brent picked Bruiser up for safety as Emma got in her car and drove
away, leaving him standing in the light of the parking lot sodium lamps.

    -œI'm glad you like her, boy, - he said to Bruiser.   -œBecause I
think- well, I hope- that we are going to be seeing a lot more of her. -

   Chapter 46

   Emma got back to her apartment and saw that it was almost midnight.  She
knew it was too late to call, but she figured she could get away with
sending Jess a text message.

   'Date was incredible!!  Call you tomorrow!'

   She turned the screen off and tossed it on the seat next to her.  It
started ringing almost instantly.  She saw that it was Jess.

    -œHi, Jess, - she said.

   She heard a long yawn from the other end.

    -œTell me everything! - she said, tired but excited.

   So Emma did, up to and including her hand job for Brent on the beach.

    -œOh, Em, I'm so happy for you.  See, I told you that the online dating
was a great idea, - Jess said.

    -œI already knew him anyway! - Emma exclaimed with a giggle.  Jess
responded with a raspberry in Emma's ear.

    -œDetails, - was all she said.

    -œK, Jess, I'll let you get back to sleeping.  Talk to you tomorrow, -
Emma said.

    -œOk, goodnight, Em. -

   - - - -

   The next morning, Emma was sitting in class, reflecting on her night
with Brent.  She was so high with giddiness that she caught herself smiling
like an idiot in  -œPrinciples of Accounting. -

   She thought of the previous night; the feeling of Brent's body against
hers in the warm water, the feeling of the sand on her bare ass, the
feeling of Brent's erection beneath her fingers.  His erection...  the
combination of firm and soft and her feeling of control as she pumped him.
The feeling of him erupting within her grip.  The spasming beneath her
fingers.  The feeling The feeling of wetness between her legs; right now,
there, in class.  Her day dreaming had resulted in her panties growing
damp; she was sure there would be a spot on her chair when she got up
later. Not much she could do about it now.

   Her thoughts returned to Brent.  This time, she fantasized about their
next date.  She imagined laying her body on top of his; his hard member
pushing up inside her (she didn't know exactly what it would feel like, of
course, but she assumed similar to the vibrator that she kept by her bed 
-" she hadn't ever mentioned it to Jess.) The feeling of his fullness
penetrating her, spreading her lips apart, as she bounced up and down on
top of him.  He would look up at her and-

   And what?  Would he be pleased?  She fully intended to lose her
virginity to him but she was well aware that he was not one himself.  Would
she do a good job?  Aaron hadn't complained at all about her hand-jobs or
blow-jobs, but she had never actually done, well,  -œIT - with him, so she
didn't know.  She would have to go by Jess and Aaron's later that afternoon
after she took care of her clients.

   - - -

   That afternoon she showed up at our door.  Jess answered it.   -œHi, Em!
Come on! -

   I could see Emma was biting her lip and wanting to say something.

    -œWhat's up, Emma? - I asked.

    -œWell, I assume Jess told you about Brent and me... -

   She had and I said so.

    -œUm, well, I'm planning on sleeping with him for the first time
tomorrow night... - she trailed off.

    -œThat's a big step, we're happy for you, - I said, somewhat
awkwardly. I didn't know where she was going with it but felt I should be
saying SOMETHING.

    -œThanks...  anyway, I'm afraid that I won't be any good at it.  So...
- she trailed off again.

   Jess spoke this time.   -œGo ahead, say what you want.  It's not like we
have any secrets around here.  Are you looking for some pointers or
something? -

    -œNo, not exactly...  I want Aaron to have sex with me and tell me if
I'm any good, - she said finally.

   YES!  FINALLY!

    -œNo, - is what Jess said.  Her expression was passive and completely
unreadable.  Emma blinked and looked shocked, clearly not having
anticipated that response.  Neither had I, sadly.

    -œOh, oh God, I'm sorry, - Emma said.   -œI just assumed that you'd be
ok with Aaron sleeping with someone else.  I'm so- -

   Jess stopped her with a raised hand.   -œI am quite ok with Aaron having
sex - - she didn't use the euphemism  -œsleeping - -  -œwith other women.
Well, other women that I instruct him to.  But not you. -

   Emma looked hurt beyond words.  Jess continued before she could say
anything though.

    -œIt's nothing like that; it's the fact that you are a virgin and your
first time will not be with someone else's husband.  Twenty years from now,
I don't want you to remember losing your virginity to your sex-crazed
neighbor.  It is going to be with someone that you care deeply for and have
a relationship with, - Jess explained calmly.

    -œWell, I do care for Aaron.  And you!  Both of you... -

    -œDo you want to be Aaron's permanent mistress? - Jess inquired.

    -œWhat?!  No, of course not! - Emma exclaimed.

    -œExactly.  So you are going to lose your virginity with the guy you
are dating, not my husband.  Maybe the time will come later when I have you
guys fuck.... - Jess said, leaving those words hanging in the air as she
eyed both of us.   -œBut that day is not today.  And not until you've lost
your cherry to someone else.  Whether that be Brent or whoever, that's up
to you. -

   Emma's shoulders slumped a bit and she hung her head.   -œOk, I
understand everything you're saying.  But what if I'm no good? -

   I answered this time.   -œYou are going to be perfectly fine.  You've
handled me quite well and, really, it isn't going to be the big deal that
you think it is.  If everything you say is true, I suspect Brent is going
to be just as nervous, if not more so.  And, really, there is no BAD sex.
If you guys care for each other... - I didn't say 'love', they were only
going on date number two for God's sake -  -œthen I guarantee that you'll
both enjoy yourselves just fine. -

    -œI second everything he just said, - Jess said, walking over to my
side and taking my arm in hers.

    -œOk.  Thank you.  Both of you.  For everything, - Emma said.

    -œNo problem, - Jess answered.   -œNow, that settled, if you don't
have any plans tonight, there is still plenty of fun we can have without my
husband fucking you.  Up for it? -



   Chapter 47



   Emma shrugged.   -œSure, what did you have in mind? -

   Jess didn't answer, but left the room, heading towards our bedroom.  She
returned a minute later holding a strap-on which dangled from her hand by
the harness.

    -œMy husband isn't going to fuck you tonight, but how would you like to
fuck him? - Jess asked.  Emma's eyes went wide.

    -œI, uh, don't.... - she said.  Jess clapped Emma on the shoulder and
waved the dildo in my face.

    -œCome on, live a little.  He loves it.  I'm sure he'll get a kick out
of you doing it, too, - Jess said.  Emma just stared without answering.

    -œAaron, strip! - Jess barked.  She pointed the dildo at me
threateningly.  I immediately began to undress even though Emma hadn't
actually agreed yet.  I was sure that thing would wind up in me regardless
of her decision.

   Jess turned back to Emma.   -œHave you ever pegged a guy?  What am I
saying, of course you haven't.  But you've played with my husband's ass
enough to get the general idea, I'm sure.  Let's get you stripped too,
missy.  Aaron, hold this, - she said, handing me the dildo.

   Jess began pulling Emma's t-shirt up above her stomach while I stood
there, dumbly holding the toy that would soon be rammed into me.

   Emma made no effort to stop Jess as Jess undressed her.  Tossing Emma's
t-shirt to the side, Jess quickly moved to strip off Emma's bra.

    -œWhy do I have to be naked to, uh, peg him? - Emma inquired.  She
didn't seem to mind being undressed, she merely sounded curious.

    -œYou don't.  It'll just be more fun this way, - Jess said as she
unbuttoned Emma's pants.

   A minute later and Emma was as naked as I was.  Jess put her hands on
her hips and nodded approvingly at the two of us.  She then retreated back
to the bedroom.

    -œCan I see that? - Emma asked, gesturing to the strap-on.  I shrugged
and handed it to her.

   She turned it around in her hand and squeezed it, seeing how firm it
was.

    -œHuh.  Surprisingly life-like, 'cept for the temperature, - she
remarked.

    -œUh, sometimes Jess will heat them up in warm water for more
authenticity, - I responded.  Jess ended the discussion when she returned
with the bottle of lube.

   Flipping the cap open, she handed the bottle to Emma.

    -œLube it good, - she instructed.  Emma squirted a stream of clear
liquid onto the rubber phallus and I watched it trickle down one side
before she wrapped her hand around it.  She stroked up and down, like she
had when she masturbated me, and I saw the toy gleam in the light as she
coated it thoroughly.

    -œDo we lock him or up something? - Emma asked Jess, pointing at me
with the dildo.

   Jess put a finger to her chin while she eyed me and considered.

    -œNo, I don't think so, - Jess said after reflection.   -œHe is just
going to get down on all fours and keep himself there.  Ironically, it is
more humiliating for him to willingly submit to being pegged.  If he's
restrained, he can pretend that he doesn't really like it and is being
forced against his will.  When you make him present himself to be fucked in
the ass, he has to acknowledge that he enjoys it, - Jess explained.

    -œIsn't that right, Aaron? - Jess asked me.

    -œYes, Ma'am, - I said quietly.

    -œGo get the ottoman to bend over and present yourself to Emma while I
prep her, - she instructed.

   I went and retrieved the soft, plush ottoman from in front of the couch
while Jess secured the strap-on harness around Emma's back.  As I
positioned the ottoman, I glanced at Emma and saw the dildo sticking
obscenely from her waistline, her bald pussy completely exposed below it.

   I got down on my knees and faced the ottoman.  I leaned over it, my
stomach pressing against the top and my ass pointing backward.

    -œK, Emma, kneel behind Aaron, - Jess instructed.  I heard rustling
behind me and felt the dildo bounce against an ass cheek as she did so.

    -œAaron, please spread your cheeks for Emma. -

   I sighed as I reached behind me and pulled my cheeks apart.

    -œI heard that sigh, Aaron. - - Oh boy -  -œPlease ask Emma to fuck
your ass. -

   I almost sighed again, but caught myself in time.   -œMiss Emma, would
you fuck my ass? -

   Emma started to answer but Jess cut her off.  I felt a sharp sting as a
hand struck my left ass cheek.

    -œReally, Aaron?  We don't even say 'Please' anymore?  Hmmm? - Jess
said accusingly.

   There was a pause while I built up my courage.

    -œMiss Emma, please fuck my ass, - I said.  There was no response from
behind me.

    -œEmma, I don't think he really wants you to.  Tease his asshole with
the dildo to get him going, - Jess instructed.

    -œHow do I do that? - Emma asked.

    -œBrush the head against his rosebud.  Press lightly against it.  Push
just enough for him to feel it.  And want it. -

   A moment later, Emma did exactly as she was told.  I felt the firm
rubber press against my sphincter, bounce against it a few times, then stop
by penetrating me ever so slightly.

    -œNow, Aaron, ask AGAIN, - Jess said, her tone firm.

    -œPlease, Miss Emma, please fuck my ass.  Fuck it hard.  Fuck it hard
with your dildo, - I said.  I probably went a bit overboard, but didn't
want to have to ask again.  I glanced over my shoulder to see if it was
acceptable and was relieved to see Jess smiling at me, her arms crossed
over her chest.

    -œVery good!  K, Em, back away for a moment so I can get Aaron's hole
lubed up. -

   The tip of the dildo left my butt and I heard the click of the cap to
the lube from behind me.  A second after that, the familiar cold stream of
liquid hit my ass and trickled down to my ball-sack.

   I felt Jess' finger press against my rosebud and push some of the cool
liquid into me.  More pressure and her finger pushed all the way in until
her knuckles bottomed out on my ass cheeks.

   She fingered me several times as she lubed up my rear.  I moaned into
the cushy fabric of the ottoman.

   Her finger withdrew and she spoke to Emma again.

    -œK, place the dildo at his back door and hold it there. -

   I felt the familiar pressure as she did so.

    -œHe is going to instinctively tense up, so you have to wait for him to
relax before pushing into him. -

   I hadn't realized it, but I had done exactly as she had said.  I was
clenching tightly back there and my toes were curled behind me.  I took a
deep breath and calmed myself; tensing up would only make things worse for
me.

   Emma saw my body loosen visibly.   -œNow, Jess? - she asked.

    -œYes, I think he's ready.  GO SLOW! - she cautioned.

   I grunted as the pressure returned to my hole.  With snail-like
slowness, Emma pushed the strap-on into me.  The head of the toy penetrated
first and plopped past the ring of my sphincter.

   Once into me, Emma paused before continuing; she wanted to ensure I was
ok before going any further.  I couldn't see it from my vantage point at
the time, but Jess gave her a thumbs up and gestured for her to keep going
with a flick of her hand.

   Continuing in, I let out a whoosh of air as the dildo filled me and
grunted as I felt the front of Emma's thighs contact the back of my own as
she bottomed out inside me.

    -œHow ya doin', Aaron? - Jess asked.  I knew she was asking for Emma's
benefit; she would have either read my signals or waited for my safeword
before checking in.

    -œGood, - I croaked.  The feeling of fullness in my rear made it
difficult to talk, but it wasn't unpleasant.

    -œK, pull out slowly, - Jess said, returning her attention to Emma.  
-œBut don't let the dildo come out completely; getting it inserted is the
hardest part.  I'll be right back. -

   I saw movement out of the corner of my eye as Jess departed.  At the
same time, Emma slid the toy backward.  The sensations against my prostate
and inside my rectum made me groan loudly with pleasure.  The friction
tried to pull me free of the ottoman, but I maintained my grip on it.

    -œAre you ok?  Did I hurt you? - Emma asked anxiously.

    -œNo, ugh, no, I'm fine, really.  Keep going, - I said breathlessly.

   The dildo exited to just near the point where it would pop back out, but
Emma stopped just in time as instructed.

   Jess returned with a plastic vibrator in her hand.  Emma looked
confused.

    -œUm, are you going to put that inside him too? - She clearly had no
idea how that would be possible.  And it wasn't.

    -œIt's not for him, it's for you.  Why should Aaron have all the fun
while you do all the work? - Jess turned the knob of the base and it began
buzzing in her hand.

    -œAlright, continue pumping him, - she said.

    -œUunnngggg, - I went as she plowed back into me, much less slowly
this time.

   Emma felt Jess come up behind her; Jess put her hands on Emma's ass
cheeks as she was thrusting into me and Jess squeezed them hard.

    -œMmmm... - Emma moaned in response.  Jess put a hand between Emma's
legs and tapped them, signaling her to spread them apart wider.  Emma
wiggled to do so; her thighs were quite wide, so she had to spread quite a
bit to leave a gap between them.

   Jess reached between her legs with the vibrator.  Emma was in mid-stroke
pushing in when the vibrator tickled her slit.  The unexpectedness of it
caused her to jerk upwards in surprise; that had the effect of making the
dildo jerk me upwards from the inside as well.

    -œAaah! - I shouted.

    -œOoh!  Aaron, I'm sorry! - Emma said from behind me.

    -œS'ok, - I mumbled.

   Emma held still, half buried in my ass, while Jess ran the vibe along
the outside of her pussy lips.  Emma moaned behind me and she placed her
hands on my hips to steady herself.

   Jess moved the vibrator down and worked it up into Emma's pussy.  Jess'
other hand reached around her large waist and found the little nub at the
top of her womanhood.

    -œDon't let me interrupt.  Keep fucking my husband's ass, - Jess said
into Emma's ear, but loud enough for me to hear.

   Emma squeezed tighter on my hips as she buried herself back into me.  At
the same time, the buzzing toy worked its way in and out of her pussy while
Jess teased her clit with a finger.

   Emma's quivering and moaning behind me resulted in her making a rather
jerky set of motions in and out of me, but I certainly didn't complain. 
When she was all the way in, Jess' hand would get sandwiched between Emma's
thighs and my ass cheeks.  Her knuckles would rub against my ball sack as a
result, tickling them.

    -œOooohhhh, Emma.... - I moaned from in front of her.

    -œOoooh, Jess, - Emma moaned from behind me.

   The dildo continued to slide in and out of my ass while the vibrator
buzzed away in and out of Emma's crotch.  Jess' index finger flicked
furiously at Emma's clit and I could feel her shaking behind me as her legs
quivered against my ass cheeks.

   All at once, Emma cried out and she shoved hard into me, causing me to
cry out as well.  She didn't seem to notice, though, as her orgasm hit. 
Her nails dug hard into my hips, causing me to wince, but she couldn't see
that.

   I could feel Emma's orgasm myself since with each wave of pleasure, she
would thrust her pelvis harder against my butt.

   Once she was finished, Jess slid the toy out of her pussy and released
her clit.  Emma slid back and, without realizing it, the strap-on popped
free of my asshole.  The toy flopped around and bounced against my scrotum
twice before Emma fell away and sat back on her heels.

    -œWow, fuck that was fun, - she breathed.  Jess turned the knob at the
base of the vibrator off and it ceased buzzing.

   Chapter 48

   Emma saw my erection hanging below me and noticed it was leaking
pre-cum.

    -œJess, he hasn't orgasmed yet... - It sounded more like a question
than a statement.

    -œNo, he usually won't from just anal.  Even though he enjoys it, he
still needs stimulation down there to push him over the edge, - Jess
commented.

    -œShould I stroke him or something? - Emma asked.

    -œYes, please! - I said eagerly before realizing my mistake.

    -œNo. - Jess said it very firmly.   -œFor speaking without permission,
he can stay horny for tonight. -

   Now, I had never been told that I couldn't 'speak without permission',
but I knew there was no point in arguing.  I wouldn't win.

   Emma, however, seemed appalled.   -œYou are going to leave him like
this, without relief? -

    -œOh yes, I do it frequently.  It keeps him in line and makes him much
more eager to please the next day. - Just for the record, I am ALWAYS
eager to please.  Pfft.

    -œBut...  isn't it, I dunno, painful or something? - Emma pressed.

    -œNo, he'll get over it, - - says HER -  -œAnd if he doesn't, I can
always break out the bowl of ice water to plunge his crotch into.  That
ALWAYS does the trick, - Jess said with a laugh.  Emma was horrified.

    -œShe's really done that? - she said, directing the question to me.

   I knew I wasn't getting any relief now, so I rolled off the ottoman and
sat on the floor.

    -œNot many times, but yes.  And yes, it is just as effective as she
says, - I responded bitterly.

    -œYou sound angry, Aaron.  Do you need the bowl now to cool you off??
- Jess inquired, eyes narrowed to slits.  I responded immediately.

    -œNo, Ma'am!  It'll go down, I'm sure. -

    -œDo I need to put a cock ring on you to ensure you don't climax? -
Jess asked threateningly.

    -œNo!  No, Ma'am, I'll be good, I swear! - I was almost frantic by
that point.

   Jess frowned at me.   -œHmm...  I don't know... -

   Emma spoke before Jess could say anything further.

    -œI think he should be allowed to cum, - Emma said decisively.   -œHe
was nice enough to let me fuck him in the ass.  He shouldn't have to stay
like that, - she said, pointing at my erection.

   Jess continued frowning as she considered.

    -œWell, don't forget that he ENJOYS what you did.  Here's what I'm
thinking though... -

   She leaned over and whispered into Emma's ear for more than a minute. 
Emma's eyes widened at one point and darted toward me before moving back to
Jess' face.

    -œWill he let me do that? - Emma hissed.

    -œHe will.  But, if you prefer, we can just leave him horny for the
rest of the night.  Maybe I'll make him stay that way through the
weekend... - Jess mused.

    -œNo! - I shouted.   -œI'll do it! -

   Emma looked at me in shock.   -œBut...  you don't even know what she
said! -

    -œI don't care.  I'll do it anyway, - I said hurriedly.  I could be
getting myself into a lot of trouble, but I was too horny to consider the
consequences.

    -œSee? - Jess said.   -œHe wants to. -

   Emma paused before speaking.   -œAll right.  Let's do it. -

    -œGreat! - Jess said.   -œDrop to the floor and sit on his side there.
-

   Emma plopped down on one side of me, Jess did the same on the opposite
side.  She pulled up tight against me and placed a hand on my thigh.  Emma
mirrored the movements.

   Without any further words, Emma wrapped her hand around my member and
began pumping up and down.  Meanwhile, Jess laid her head on my shoulder,
looking down to watch Emma play with my cock.

   It didn't take long; I was already very aroused and my orgasm rapidly
built as she pounded my meat.  I closed my eyes and put my head back to
enjoy the feeling.

    -œUh, uh, - Jess said to me.   -œOpen those eyes and watch. -

   My eyes reopened and I blinked in confusion at Jess, but said nothing. I
looked down to see my cock-head peeking through the opening in Emma's fist
as she stroked.

   I quivered in her grip as my orgasm neared and she suddenly stopped
pumping.

   Emma leaned in and spoke into my ear.

    -œDo you want me to let you cum? - she asked.

    -œYessss... - I hissed.

    -œWill you do anything to be able to cum? - She gave me two very slow
strokes to keep me at the edge.

    -œYes, anything.... -

    -œIf I let you cum, - she cooed, stroking slowly, ever so slowly, 
-œYou will have to...  to... - She couldn't finish the sentence.  Jess
helped her out.

    -œYou will have to eat all of your cum which Emma will feed to you, -
she said huskily.

   Aww, fuck.  I hated that.  But GOD, her hand felt so good.

    -œYeah, that, - Emma finished from my other side, still stroking. 
Stroking...

    -œOk, I'll do it.  Anything.... - I murmured.  Neither girl
acknowledged hearing me, but Emma started pumping much faster.  Jess, at
the same time, started biting my shoulder hard.  The pleasure and the pain
pushed me over the edge and I exploded in Emma's grip.

   Some of my ejaculate ended up on the side of her hand but most of it
ended up on my abdomen.  A good five or six squirts were released in total,
each followed by a loud grunt.  I felt them splatter against my skin.

   In the back of my mind, I knew what was to follow, but the endorphin
rush of pleasure from the orgasm made me not care for a short, brief
window.

   I'd closed my eyes as I came on myself; I reopened them to see both
girls smiling at me.

    -œFeel good? - Emma asked pleasantly.

    -œYes, Miss, - I said between breaths.

    -œGreat!  You know what's next then, right? - Jess asked.

    -œYes, Ma'am, I do, - I said, much more somberly.

    -œThen get to it.  Start by cleaning Emma's hand, - Jess said,
gesturing with her head to the hand still wrapped around my softening
member and covered in my jizz.  Emma released me and seemed spellbound as
she moved her hand to in front of my face.

   Licking it off Emma's nude body had been bad enough.  This was somehow
worse.

   I stretched my tongue out and licked at the squirt sprayed across her
hand.  The sadly-familiar salty-gross taste returned to me as I raked my
tongue across her skin.  I grimaced as I swallowed.

   Looking down at her hand, there was still a slick spot that I'd missed
and I groaned inwardly as I licked at that one too.

   Emma moved her hand away from my mouth and moved it to my stomach. 
Using her index finger, she scooped up the first shot off my belly and held
it before my mouth.

   I frowned as I opened wide; she jabbed her finger into my mouth and I
gagged as her fingertip hit the back of my throat.

    -œOh!  Sorry! - she said.  She sounded genuine enough, but I couldn't
be positive.  Either way, she pulled the finger back just enough to not
choke me and waited patiently for me to lick it.

   And I did.  My lips closed around her finger and I gagged a second time
as I sucked my jizz from her digit.  The feeling of my slime striking the
back of my throat was awful.  Emma seemed to be loving it though, as she
smiled at me.

   Three more times I cleaned my jizz from her finger before she declared
me  -œall clean. - I assume she meant  -œrelatively speaking. -

   Emma stood up and went to the kitchen.  She returned a moment later with
a can of Coke that she cracked open for me as she sat back down.

   I took it from her appreciatively as she offered it and drank quickly to
get the taste of cum from my mouth.

   Jess broke the silence.

    -œI wouldn't recommend trying this with Brent on your first time. 
Maybe leave this to the professionals for now. -

   Chapter 49

   Emma didn't stay the night; the next day was going to be another busy
one.  If she stayed over with us, she knew full well she probably wouldn't
get much sleep, so she opted to head home.

   The next day was a hectic one of work (dog walking, not PetHub) and
school.  As before, she was quite distracted thinking of her upcoming date
with Brent.  She learned nothing that day.  She told herself that she was
going to have to get back on track with her studies if she wanted to
graduate on time.

   At least her distractions didn't affect her clients.  She stayed focused
enough with them to manage not losing anyone that day.

   That evening, Emma found herself both nervous and excited.  She'd
already seen Brent naked, knew he was into her, and jerked him off on the
first date, and yet the idea of losing her virginity to him was still a big
deal.  She knew it really shouldn't be a big deal, and yet, somehow, it
was.

   She debated about what to wear.  She thought she should be wearing
something  -œspecial -, but she really didn't have much that was 
-œspecial -.  About the only thing she owned was the tight bandage dress
she had worn for Todd and she refused to wear it again on general
principle.

   In the end, she chose the plaid skirt that she had teased Mike with at
PetHub.  She briefly considered panties but she could see Jess in her
mind's eye shaking her head disapprovingly.  No panties.

   She completed the ensemble with a tight fitting blouse; again, nothing
else was worn under it.  The blouse was pretty low cut and showed off a
massive amount of cleavage.

   Emma had made BBQ chicken in the Crock-pot with vegetables.  It wasn't
exactly the fanciest dinner, but she'd had to work that day and had to make
good use of her time.  She didn't think Brent was coming strictly for the
cuisine anyway.

   Emma lit two white candles in cheap holders on the table.  She wasn't
sure if the candle-light thing was corny, but it felt right to her.

   She didn't really know what kind of music Brent was into, so she put on
the local soft-rock station to play it safe.  You couldn't go wrong with
Fleetwood Mack or Rod Stewart, she thought.

   Right on time, Brent knocked on her door.



    -œHi, Brent! - Emma said, grinning ear-to-ear.  She was pleased to see
him carrying Bruiser as she had suggested.   -œPlease, come in! -

   Brent looked her up and down, admiring the short skirt and cleavage for
a moment before realizing how shamelessly he was ogling her; he blushed as
he smiled and said,  -œHi, Emma.  Thanks! -

   Stepping inside, he placed Bruiser on the floor as Emma closed the door
behind him.  Brent looked around the apartment for a moment.

   It was sparsely furnished as Emma had only moved in a few weeks earlier.
Before moving to our building, Emma had sold her parent's house that she
had inherited.  It was much too big for her to live in by herself and it
only served as a reminder of her parents' deaths.  She had taken some
furniture with her to the new apartment, but a lot of it was too big for
the apartment and she had it donated to the local Good Will.  She didn't
really have anything on the walls as all the pictures in her parents' house
had been of her.  She saved them all but wasn't about to hang photos of
herself all over her own apartment.   -œYou have a very nice place, -
Brent commented, turning back to her.

    -œThank you, - Emma said politely.   -œI like it.  Bruiser seems to as
well. -

   The apartment was an open floor plan.  The front door entered into the
living room and the kitchen was on the far side.  Bruiser had wandered into
the kitchen and was presently peeing on the leg of a kitchen chair.

    -œBruiser!  No! - Brent shouted.  Emma laughed.

    -œIt's ok, I'll clean it.  I put my clothes there frequently when I
come home so I suspect it smells a lot of my other clients. -

   She went to get a spray bottle and paper towels from the kitchen. 
Turning back towards the chair, Brent moved in front of her.

    -œPlease, let me clean it.  I insist.  You're not on a clock here so I
should be the one to clean up after him. - He put out his hands to take
the cleaning tools.

   Emma almost gave them to him, but thought of something and changed her
mind.

    -œNope, my house, my rules.  I'll clean it. - She pulled the items
away from his reach.  Brent lowered his hands reluctantly.

   Emma considered getting on all fours but wasn't positive that the skirt
would ride up high enough to get her desired effect.  So, instead, she bent
over at the waist with the squirt bottle of cleaner and paper towels.

   If Brent caught the obvious inefficiency of the act, he didn't say so.
As she hoped, her shaved and exposed pussy was pointed right at him as she
wiped the chair leg.  She couldn't tell for sure if he was looking, but
hoped he was

   He was.  He'd already seen everything she had, of course, but she was
sure he was still unprepared for her to be going commando beneath the short
skirt.

   She rubbed at the chair leg with the towel for far longer than was
necessary, but again Brent gave no indication that he caught on.  She
sprayed the leg with the cleaner, then wiped it with another clean towel,
being sure to wiggle her hips with the scrubbing motion.

   Finally, she stood back upright and turned to Brent smiling.

    -œWell, it's pretty wet down there, but it'll be ok, - she said to
him.

    -œHuh?  What? - Brent said, blinking and not believing his ears.

    -œThe chair leg.  It's still wet, but it will dry.  What did you think
I meant? - she asked innocently.  She struggled to not giggle.

    -œOh!  Right!  Yeah, that, - he stammered.

   Emma went and threw away the paper towels and returned the spray bottle
to the cupboard before washing her hands.

    -œAlright then, let's eat! - she said to him.  - - -

   Brent sat himself down at the kitchen table.  Emma took his plate and
turned to the Crock-Pot on the counter.  She filled his plate with a
generous portion of chicken and veggies and went for another scoop before
Brent spoke up.

    -œWhoa!  That's plenty, thanks! - he said with a chuckle.

   Emma giggled.   -œSorry, I have a big appetite and get carried away
sometimes. -

   She set the plate in front of him and filled her own similarly.  Prior
to seating herself though, she took out a piece of the chicken and a carrot
which she set on a saucer.  She rinsed him off under the sink to remove any
sauce, then cut them into small pieces.

   She bent over, being sure to give Brent a view of the cleavage down her
shirt, and set the saucer on the floor for the pug.

    -œHere, boy! - she called to the pup who had been chilling on Emma's
sofa.  At her voice, though, he hopped down and came running to the
kitchen, momentarily confused as to why he was there until he smelled
dinner on the floor waiting for him.



   All three of them dug into the simple, yet delicious supper.

    -œEmma, you are a great cook, - Brent commented.

    -œAhh, no I'm not.  But I do work wonders with a slow-cooker, - she
answered.

   They both ate in silence for several minutes; Bruiser, not so much as he
slurped and lapped at the plate.

    -œSo...  how goes the dog walking business? - Brent asked, trying to
make conversation.

    -œGreat.  Thanks to word-of-mouth, I've taken on a lot more clients. 
It's getting a bit overwhelming.  How about you? -

    -œOh, - Brent said, pausing before continuing,  -œwell, yesterday we
had a triple decker that went up after a woman had a grease fire explode on
her stove; you might have seen the photos on the news.  The woman and her
daughter got trapped so we had to bring her out through a window. -

   Emma was quiet for a moment.   -œWow, Brent, that is a hell of a lot
more excitement than my job! -

   Brent shrugged.   -œIt wasn't as dramatic as it sounds when I say it. 
It's the job. -

   Emma imagined Brent carrying a damsel-in-distress over his shoulder down
a ladder as flames roared around him.  He hadn't actually said anything
about carrying anyone out at all, let alone over his shoulder, but her
imagination was so sure that that was the way it had happened.  Sweat had
to have been pouring off his face.  His fire ax was probably lofted up in
the air with his free hand.  Rationally, she knew that didn't make much
sense, but it didn't stop her from thinking it did.  His arm carrying the
woman was wrapped around her waist; her ass was right next to his face. 
After dropping her to the ground, she probably put her arms around his neck
and kissed him in gratitude, the fucking tramp She realized that her
day-dream had gone way too far.  She had gotten wet again in the process
and couldn't wait much longer to get through dinner.

   Emma had thought that she would be very anxious at the prospect of
losing her virginity to Brent; in truth, though, now that the moment was
here, the wait was killing her.  That made the next step easy for her.

   Emma wiped her face with a napkin before speaking.

    -œSo, do you think you are ready for dessert? - she asked with a
crooked grin.  Her plate still had some food on it, as did Brent's.  Brent
was pretty stuffed already, but didn't want to be impolite.

    -œUh, sure.  Hopefully not something too filling though after that big
meal! - he said playfully.

    -œNope, zero calories, - Emma said, standing up.  She reached behind
her and undid the skirt, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. 
Brent's hands jerked in surprise and caused his plate to bang on the table,
startling Bruiser.  One of the burning candles teetered, but fortunately
didn't fall over.  Emma gave no notice.

   She turned around slowly, letting Brent take in her large bottom, before
looking at him over her shoulder seductively like she had seen people do on
TV a thousand times.  In similar fashion, she made a come-hither gesture
with her finger as she nodded towards her bedroom.

    -œThink you have room for this? - she asked.  Brent jumped to his
feet, banging his knees on the bottom side of the table; the candle wobbled
again.

    -œYeah, uh, I mean, yes.  Absolutely, - he stammered.  Emma headed off
into the bedroom and he hurried to follow behind her, but, ever the
fireman, not before snuffing the two burning candles.

   Chapter 50



   Brent stared at Emma's ass as he followed her.  Once in the room, Emma
turned to face him and pulled her shirt up to flash her boobs at him with a
giggle.

   She dropped backward onto her bed, facing him.  She crossed her legs and
leaned back, propping herself up with her hands behind her.  She still wore
her blouse but was nude from the waist down.

    -œNow, - she began,  -œI know we had talked about taking things
slowly. If you aren't ready, I totally understand.  But I've been waiting
for twenty years and would like- -

    -œI'm ready! - Brent blurted out.  He cleared his throat and tried to
recompose himself; he was acting like a teenager for God's sake.   -œI
mean, if you are ok with taking things to that level, I'd love to as well.
-

   Emma's smile was nearly ear to ear.   -œI'd hoped you'd say that. - She
leaned forward and started to unbutton his pants.  Brent suddenly looked
scared.

    -œUm... - he said, but couldn't continue.

    -œWhat is it?  You can say anything to me, - Emma said.  She was now
unzipping his fly.

    -œI didn't bring any, uh, condoms with me, - Brent said sheepishly. 
Emma continued undressing him.

    -œI'm on the shot for birth control and I trust you don't have any STDs
if you've been with the same woman since high school,  - Emma said.   -œSo
I think we are safe enough.  Agreed? -

    -œUh, yeah, that sounds ok, - Brent said.

   Brent's pants were pulled to the floor; his underwear was tented and
stretched to the ripping point in front of him.  Without further comment,
Emma pulled those to the ground as well.

   His erection was pointed straight at her face as she sat before him on
the edge of the bed.  She saw the head was slick with pre-cum and leaned
forward to kiss the tip.  As her lips contacted it, his cock jerked in
response.

   She looked up at him and smiled; he smiled back nervously and she saw
him swallow hard.

    -œIt's ok, I'll be gentle, - she said.  She took the bulge of his
member in her mouth lightly and sucked for a just a few moments.  She
pulled back after a moment.

   She slid backward on the bit with a shimmy.  She laid down flat on her
back and rubbed the top of her thighs.  Her pussy was slick with her
juices; it glistened in the low light of the bedroom.

   Brent climbed up onto the bed and straddled Emma's legs.  She smiled up
at him as he leaned over her, placing his hands on either side of her large
chest.  And, as he did so, he blocked out the light above Emma.  It was
like an eclipse moving across the sky; he was bathed in the aura of light
around him.

   And, suddenly, Emma found herself unable to breathe.

   Chapter 51

   Emma panicked, unable to think, and she suddenly started beating Brent
on the chest.  Startled, Brent jumped backward and fell off the bed onto
the floor, landing hard on his naked ass.

    -œWhat- - he started to ask before Emma burst into tears.

    -œOh God, I'm so sorry, God, I, I, - she was saying as she jumped up
from the bed herself.  She had her face covered and tears were streaking
down her cheeks.

    -œI have to..  I'm sorry, - she said as she ran towards the bedroom
door.  Brent watched in complete confusion as she left.  He should have
gotten up to follow, but was frozen like a deer in headlights.  A moment
later, he heard the front door slam behind Emma.

   - - -

   Emma, naked from the waist down, was standing in the hallway banging on
our front door.  I was out at that time, but luckily for her, Jess was home
and answered right away.  There was no one else in the hallway to see here,
but she was so worked up she wouldn't have known (or cared) if there was.

    -œEmma, what are you- - Jess started to say before Emma pushed her way
into our apartment.

   The half-naked Emma plopped herself down on the couch and continued
crying into her hands.  Jess sat down on the side of her and put her arms
around Emma (as best as she could, anyway.)

   Emma cried for several minutes during which Jess did nothing to
interrupt her, letting her explain things when she was ready.

    -œOh, Jess.... - Emma said, as the sobbing subsided.

    -œShhh...  take it easy.  Take a breath and then tell me what happened,
- Jess said calmly.

   Emma did take a deep breath.  She realized that her hands were shaking
so she squeezed them together firmly to steady them.

    -œBrent and I were getting ready to...  to...  you know, do it... 
and.... - She stopped after  -œand. -

    -œAnd you got cold feet?  It's ok, you- - Jess said but Emma shook her
head.

    -œNo, it wasn't that.  I wanted to.  But when he got up on top of me, I
panicked.  I freaked.  I couldn't breathe.  It was just like my cousin on
top of me all over again.  And the boy from high school.  I really like
Brent and never thought that... - Emma started to sob again.

   Jess squeezed Emma tightly.   -œShhhh...  it's ok.  It'll be ok, - she
said.

    -œOh God, Jess...  he's going to hate me.  I know it.  I don't even
know if he's still over there.  Oh God, what have I- -

    -œHey, hey, hey.  Look, you did nothing wrong.  Stay right here.  I'm
going to go talk to him, - she said, releasing Emma and standing up.

    -œO-Ok, - Emma said.  She sniffed in between two sobs.

   Jess turned towards the door, but then seemed to consider something. 
Instead, she went back towards our bedroom.  Emma heard some rustling of
drawers, a chinking of metal, and then Jess returned.

    -œStay here and I'll be back, - Jess said as she departed.

   - - - -

   Jess went next door.  She thought of knocking but wasn't sure if Brent
was still there and didn't know if he would answer if he was.  She tried
the doorknob and found it was unlocked.

   She went inside and looked around the living room.  It was empty.  So,
she walked down the hallway that adjoined the kitchen and living-room which
led to the bedroom.  She probably should have announced herself, but
didn't.

   Turning the corner, she saw a guy sitting on the edge of Emma's bed,
completely naked from the waist down.  She assumed that this was, quite
probably, Brent.  Unless Emma had more than one naked guy in the house.

    -œEm- - he started to say before realizing that the girl coming in was
definitely not Emma.   -œWho are- - he started to get up, realized he was
naked, then dropped back down onto the bed.  Searching frantically, he
grabbed one of Emma's pillows and covered his crotch with it.

    -œHi, I'm Jess, Emma's friend and neighbor.  I know this is probably
very confusing, - Jess said.

   Jess noted that Brent was very good looking and what she had glimpsed of
his cock meant that Emma would not be disappointed.  She made a mental note
to congratulate her later.

    -œWhere's Emma?  What's going on? - Brent said, clearly flustered.

    -œShe's next door at my apartment, - Jess said.

    -œWhat did I do?  I need to see her.  I need to apologize- - he
started to say but Jess stopped him.

    -œWhoa, whoa.  It's not you.  You did nothing wrong, - Jess said.  She
sat down on the bed next to Brent.  She saw him clutch the pillow harder
against his crotch in response.

    -œEmma has a little PTSD.  You are a firefighter, right? - Jess asked.
Brent nodded.

   Jess continued.   -œThen I'm sure you are well familiar with it.  Em had
some bad experiences when she was younger.  It isn't my place to tell you
about them; that's for her to do in her own time.  But for now, I want to
help her- help BOTH of you, get through this.  She's told me enough of her
history and what happened here that I think I know what we need to do.  I
just need to know if you are willing to work with me for Emma's sake. -

    -œYes! - Brent said urgently.   -œAnything!  What do we need to do? -

    -œHere is how I think we should handle things... -

   Chapter 52

   A few minutes later, Jess returned to her own apartment.  Emma was still
seated on the couch, but she was clearly much calmer.

    -œHow you doing in here, kiddo? - Jess asked.

   Emma sniffled and nodded.   -œBetter, I think, thank you.  Was he.... -

    -œHe's still there, - Jess reassured her.   -œAnd I explained a little
of what happened; I didn't give him specifics.  You can do that later if
you choose.  But he is very understanding.  And very HOT by the way, good
job! -

   Emma forced a giggle.   -œThanks. -

    -œAnyway, I spoke with him and I think we can work things out.  Come
with me, - Jess said, extending her hand to help Emma up from the couch.

   - - -

   The still bottomless Emma followed Jess out the door.  This time, a
neighbor down the hall was walking in her front door.  It was a late 40s
woman named Mary.  She glanced at the two girls, noticed that one was half
naked, and watched as Jess led her into the other apartment.  The large,
bare butt wiggled as it disappeared behind the door.

   We didn't know it at the time, but Mary would later masturbate to
fantasies of what was going on between those two.  She wouldn't tell us
that until much later when she became wrapped up in our games for the first
time.  But that is a story for another day.

   Jess brought Emma through her own apartment; Emma didn't resist or
question anything.  This time, Jess noticed a snoring sound.  Looking
around, she saw a pug (with a full belly) sleeping on Emma's couch.  She
didn't think Emma had any pets.  She was about to ask about him, then
realized she had more pressing things to deal with so she opted to get the
details on him later.

   Brent was still on the bed, covering his crotch with the same pillow he
had been when Jess had left.  Emma, still holding Jess' hand, just looked
at him.  Jess heard her swallow hard.  Brent, for his part, forced a smile
that was intended to be reassuring.

    -œIt's ok, - Jess said to her.   -œEverything will be fine. -

   Jess released Emmas's hand.  Turning to her, Jess pulled Emma's top off
which Emma allowed without comment or resistance.  Emma was then fully nude
standing in front of Brent.

    -œBrent, - Jess said, turning back to him,  -œplease remove your shirt
so that you two will be more comfortable. -

   Jess had already explained her thoughts so the order didn't come as a
surprise, and yet the fact that he was being ordered to take off his shirt
by some strange girl he had only met ten minutes earlier WAS unnerving
nonetheless.

   Brent released his grip on the pillow to take his shirt off and it
started to fall from his crotch.  He moved his arms back down to catch it,
but Jess was quicker and used her own hand to stop it.  Brent jumped a bit
at the feeling of the stranger holding the pillow against his cock.

   Jess didn't say anything but nodded to tell him to continue.  He did so
and a minute later he was shirtless on Emma's bed.

   'Hot damn!' Jess thought to herself.  Brent put his own hands back on
the pillow.

   Jess turned to the nightstand and picked up the item that she had
brought from our house.  Emma hadn't noticed it before, but it was the pair
of handcuffs that Jess had purchased from Spooner's.  She held them up in
front of Emma, letting them dangle.

   Emma tensed visibly.   -œJess, I don't think I can put those on! - Her
panic level had suddenly skyrocketed and Jess realized that she should
probably have explained first.  Brent, though, was the one to speak.

    -œNo, Emma, they aren't for you.  They are for, for...  me, - he
finished finally.  Jess saw him gulp.  Emma relaxed a bit but was clearly
confused still.  Jess spoke next.

    -œYou have issues with being helpless, would you agree? - Jess asked.
Emma paused before nodding.

    -œWell, we are going to have to work at desensitizing you to that.  And
we will, I promise you.  But for tonight, you are going to use these to
bind Brent to the bed.  After that, you are going to lie on the side of him
for as long as it takes for the two of you to be comfortable again.  Once
you are ready, IF you are ready, then, and only then, you are going to get
on top. - Even out of the corner of her eye, Jess could see Brent blushing
furiously at listening to this stranger give a play-by-play on how Emma was
to take advantage of him.  Jess continued.

    -œSince he is going to be locked up, I'm afraid that'll you'll have to
do all the work for your first time, but I think you'll manage ok.  Does
all that sound like something that you can handle? - Jess asked.

   Emma was quiet, but Jess could see that she was clearly relieved. 
Eventually, Emma nodded and answered.

    -œYes, Jess, I think so. -

   Brent spoke to Emma.   -œSweetie, we can take as much time as you need
and only do things if you are ready. -

   The two lovebirds smiled at each other.  Emma sat on the bed next to
Brent and put her arms around his neck.  Brent couldn't reciprocate while
maintaining his modesty unfortunately.

    -œAlright, time for me to leave.  Em, I think you know how these work,
- she said, shaking the cuffs.   -œAnd, as our friend at Spooner's said,
don't lose the key! -

   Jess dropped the cuffs back onto the nightstand.  Emma was hugging Brent
tightly.

   Brent looked over Emma's shoulder at Jess.  Jess winked at him with a
smirk and departed.

   Chapter 53

   Once Brent heard the door close behind Jess, he let the pillow drop so
he could hug Emma back.  They held the embrace for several minutes without
talking.  Finally, Emma was the one to break the silence and Brent saw
sorrow in her eyes.

    -œOh, Brent, I'm so- - she began but Brent cut her off.

    -œNope, no you don't.  Don't even say it, - he said with surprising
forcefulness.   -œYou have NOTHING to feel sorry for.  NOTHING. - He took
Emma's hands in his and squeezed them for emphasis.  Emma smiled at him
weakly.

   Brent leaned in and kissed her briefly.

    -œOk, - he said afterward,  -œLet's do this. - He gestured towards
the nightstand with a nod at 'this'.

   Emma nodded and chuckled.   -œOk.  Let's. -

   - - -

   Brent laid down and placed his hands over his head.  He wasn't exactly
sure how this worked; Andrea and he had never done anything remotely like
bondage play.  Fortunately, Emma took charge.

   Emma took the cuffs and maneuvered one of Brent's hands through a gap in
the posts on the headboard.  She slapped the cuff on the wrist and then
pushed Brent's other hand through the headboard to do the same.  She made
sure to keep the cuffs loose enough that they wouldn't bother him; she
didn't really think he would try to make a getaway.

   After the final click of the cuff, Brent instinctively pulled on them to
see if they were secure; it didn't occur to him to wonder what he would
have done if they weren't.  The cuffs clunked against the posts of the
headboard as he did so.

   Emma smiled down at him as he tested the cuffs.  She ran one hand down
his chest; his chest was pretty smooth, but he did have a few curly hairs
that tickled her fingers as she did.  She used her other hand to ruffle his
hair.

   Her fingertips slid along his chest; the sensation caused him to quiver
under her touch.  She liked that.

   She laid herself down on his side and put an arm over his chest.  She
nuzzled her face into his neck and just held that position for some time.
Brent felt her breath against his skin as they lied in silence.  He could
also feel her boobs pressed against his side, as well as her smooth legs
rubbing his.

   Brent couldn't turn to see her face; they lay without moving for so long
that Brent began to wonder if Emma had fallen asleep, but he was afraid of
saying anything.

   As it happens, Emma hadn't fallen asleep.  Without speaking, she
eventually sat back up and touched his chest again.

   Her fingers worked their way down his abdomen to the base of his belly.
She continued past, working through his pubic hair and along his pelvis. 
He quivered again as her fingers touched the line between his scrotum and
his thigh; all the while, Brent remained silent.

   She ran her hand down his thigh to his knee, then back up again. 
Sliding over, her fingertips lightly raked across his ball sack.  She
stopped there and took his balls in her hand, cupping them.

   She held them for a moment before rolling them around in her fingers,
enjoying the feeling of them.  She then noticed the pre-cum beading up at
the end of his erect member.

   Her fingers ran up along his shaft, encircled the rim of his cock head,
then slid back down to his scrotum again.

   Sliding down further, her finger tips teased his ass crack and she
received another tremble.  She thought about pushing a digit in to
penetrate his crack.  With him bound like that, she could lube up a digit
and slide it right into him, just like she had the dildo into Aaron's butt.
But then she reconsidered.  Jess had said more than once that she should
refrain from ass play for now.  That was probably good advice, she thought.


   She pulled her hand away from his ass before she was tempted any
further. She laid her thick body down on the side of his, so they were head
to head again.  Brent turned his face as best he could to look at her, but
Emma pushed her face into his neck, biting him softly.

   Reaching around with her hand, Emma made a circle with her thumb and
forefinger and slipped it over the rim of his cock.  She teased his member
that way, going up and down over just the hyper-sensitive head.  She
couldn't see it, but every time she did, Brent squeezed his ass cheeks
tight.  She could, however, feel the squirming beneath her grip.

   As she continued her manipulations, she alternated between kissing his
cheek, neck, and nibbling on his earlobe.

    -œOh, GOD, Emma, that feels incredible.... - Brent moaned.  Emma
pulled her face away enough to see that his eyes were closed and he was
wincing from the sensations as she played with him.

   With him like that, Emma could do just about whatever she wanted to him.
She had complete control of his body.  She LOVED the power.  But she still
had a task to complete.

   Brent opened his eyes to look at her as she slid away from him.  Emma
didn't ask if he was ready; his rock hard member told her that he was.  And
he didn't ask if she was ready; it wasn't like he could force her to do
anything against her will.  In any case, it didn't matter.  Both were quite
eager.

   Emma bent over and took his cock in her mouth.  She gave several quick
sucks to get him lubricated before straightening back up.

   She turned back to face him, swinging her leg over so that she straddled
his waist.  She took his member in hand and lined it up to her slit.

   'Well, here we go....' she thought to herself.

   Chapter 54

   Brent was smiling up at her, but it was forced.  He was very happy about
what was happening, of course, but he was also very nervous for Emma.  If
she had a panic attack right now, there wasn't much he would be able to do
to comfort her.  And, shit, if she took off again, he was going to be
stranded, shackled and naked on her bed.  There would be no pillow to cover
himself with next time.

   It didn't come to that, though.  Emma would remain calm through the rest
of their time that night.

   Taking a deep breath, Emma began slowly lowering herself onto his shaft.
The tip of his rod parted her labia; she'd masturbated with her vibrator
before, but it had been hard and cold, completely unlike Brent's erection.

   She continued taking him in, swallowing his member inside her.  Brent
moaned from beneath her as his rod rubbed the inside of her vaginal walls.
It felt incredible for both parties.

   Unfortunately, the positioning meant that she was only able to take
about half of Brent's manhood into her before she was as low as she could
go.  She looked down and almost frowned, but stopped herself, lest she give
Brent the wrong idea.  They would have to try some other positions next
time...

   She moved a hand to the top of her womanhood and found her clit.  She
rubbed it with a middle finger and felt the familiar electric tingle in her
loins.  She closed her eyes and kept still, impaled by Brent, as she worked
up a little rhythm.

   It took her a minute to remember that he was below her and couldn't do
anything himself.  She pulled up off him, stopping just as she felt the
bulge of his cock at her nether lips so that he wouldn't fall out.  Brent
moaned again and involuntarily tried to move his hands up to her, but the
bonds stopped him short.

   She returned to her clit, working her hand in a circle at the top of her
mound as she pushed back down again.  The feeling of him within her was
intoxicating; she felt like she was floating through a dream.  Each rub
pushed her further into bliss.

   She realized she was breathing heavy; she wasn't sure if it was from the
excitement or the physical exertion of pulling herself up and down to do
all the work.  It was probably both.

   Up and down, she worked her pelvis on his manhood, flicking away at her
button and she actually started to forget about the guy who was inside her
until....

   Brent grunted from between her thighs and Emma was startled at the
feeling of his cum exploding inside her.  Her vibrator had definitely never
done THAT.

   She doubled the tempo of her fingers on her love button as she felt
Brent shoot into her three more times.

    -œOooohhh, Emmmmaaaa.... - he moaned, pulling tight on his cuffs.

   Emma could tell by the change in his breathing that he had finished
shooting into her.  He had just begun to soften inside her when her
manipulations on her nub pushed her over the top.  Her back arched as her
climax hit.  Her animalistic scream shocked the bound Brent.

   Her hands left her crotch and moved to her chest.  She squeezed her
breasts hard, kneading them as she bit her lower lip.  Brent saw her eyes
were closed as she tilted her head back.  Each wave of pleasure was
punctuated by a pinching of her nipples and arch of her back.

   Brent couldn't really do anything other than watch the large girl on top
of him writhe in her self-induced orgasm, but he was quite alright with
that.

   Her pelvis contracted on his member which had softened and was slipping
out of her.  Her finally squeeze pushed him from her crotch.  Feeling him
slip out, Emma opened her eyes and looked down at him.

   She smiled down as she carefully slid off to his side.

    -œMmmmmm, that was AMAZING! - she cooed into his ear.  She grabbed the
far side of his head and nuzzled his neck as she basked in the afterglow of
the orgasm.

   Eventually, Emma's eyes glanced up at Brent's hands, still shackled
above them.

    -œHow do you like being cuffed? - she enquired idly.  Brent's eyes
rolled up to look at his hands as well.  He considered a long time before
answering.

    -œI'm not sure.  I think I like it.  I've never really done anything
like this before.  On the one hand, I wish I had been able to contribute
more, uh, actively to your first time.  On the other hand, having you on
top and able to do whatever you want was erotic in a way I've never
experienced.  Um... - he trailed off.

    -œWhat?  What it is? - Emma asked.

    -œUh, my arms are kind of falling asleep in this position.  Do you
think you can remove the cuffs now? - he asked sheepishly.  Emma laughed.

    -œSure, I think you earned it. - She rolled over and retrieved the key
from the nightstand.

    -œHow, uh, was it? - Brent asked as she undid the cuffs.  Emma frowned
in confusion.  Brent elaborated.

    -œUh, the sex.  For your first time. -

    -œOh! - Emma exclaimed.   -œIt was incredible!  Unlike anything I've
done before with- - she abruptly cut herself off before mentioning Jess
and Aaron.  That might be tough to explain right now.

    -œWith any other boys in high school, - she finished.  If Brent caught
the stumble in her speech, he didn't let on.

   As Brent massaged his wrists, Emma ran her hand down his chest to his
soft member, gooey with the mix of her juices and his cum (the cum that
wasn't still inside her, that is.)

   With her hand wrapped around his meat, he rolled over to face her.  His
hand went behind her head to pull her in for a long passionate kiss.

    -œYou are such an amazing person, Emma, - he said softly.

    -œYou are pretty incredible yourself, - Emma responded with a smile.
She rubbed her hand across his cheek; his five o'clock shadow felt like
sandpaper on her palm.

   Her eyes darted off into space as a thought occurred to her.   -œHold
on, I gotta take care of one thing, - she said abruptly.

   Brent furrowed his brow but didn't question her.  Emma rolled off the
bed and scurried out into the living room.  Brent watched her ass wiggle as
she did so.

   Out there, she picked up her phone from her coffee table and opened the
messages.  She sent Jess a message which consisted of no words, only
emojis; it was three thumbs-up followed by three smiley faces and a rocket
ship.

   Jess responded back with  -œWTG! - and a smiley face of her own.

   The clicking on the phone woke Bruiser who looked up at her and yawned.

    -œCome on, boy, - Emma said to him.

   Back in the bedroom, she said  -œAll set! - as she climbed back onto
the bed.  Bruiser hurried behind her and jumped up onto the bed as well,
immediately finding a spot at the foot of the bed.  It apparently was not
to his liking, so he spent several minutes scratching furiously at it to
soften it up; or for whatever reason dogs feel obligated do that.

   Emma laid down and scouched up to Brent's naked body, her back to him.
He instinctively put his arm around her soft belly as she pushed her ass
against his soft cock.  The tender, sticky flesh pressed into her butt
crack; rather than being unpleasant, she loved the feeling of it.

   Her hand wrapped around Brent's forearm and pulled it tighter against
her boobs.  Brent's stubble rubbed the back of her neck and she could feel
his breath there also.  The last thing she felt before falling asleep in
that position was Bruiser kicking her feet as he got comfortable himself.



   Chapter 55

   Brent awoke the next morning, momentarily disoriented.  He felt
something soft rubbing his chest and it took a minute for his eyes to open
enough to realize that he was staring at Emma's ass.  The  -œsomething soft
- was her belly.

   A moment after that, more details filled in.  He was erect and felt
Emma's soft, warm mouth on his member.  She was on all fours above him, but
her stomach hung down enough to rest against his skin.  She was facing away
from him and, obviously, sucking him off.  Her cheeks were spread wide in
front of him and her asshole winked at him.

   Her wet, tender lips tugged on his manhood as she pulled upwards.  Her
tongue toyed with the rim of his cock before she went back down, taking him
in.  Emma had her hand curled around the base of his shaft and she twisted
it gently back and forth as her head bobbed up and down on him.

   Brent had only had oral sex once before.  It was from Andrea, on their
wedding night.  Andrea wasn't prudish or anything, but she wasn't a fan of
blow-jobs and made it clear.  She didn't put much enthusiasm into it, but
she didn't refuse or protest when he had asked.  Just before he came, she
withdrew her mouth and pumped him, catching his cum in a tissue that she'd
had at the ready.  It had still felt great at the time, but nothing like
what Emma was doing to him now.

   Her long hair was hanging down and tickling his ball sack at the end of
each cycle.  Several times, he felt the tip of her tongue tease his
pee-hole while her hand stroked him.

   He felt he should be doing something, but her pussy was too far away for
him to reciprocate orally.  Instead, he put both hands on her full hips and
massaged the generous flesh there.

   That action apparently let Emma know that he was fully awake.  She
withdrew from his cock just long enough to smile at him over her shoulder.

    -œGood morning.  I thought I'd have breakfast in bed, - she said with
a giggle.

    -œGood morning to you too, - Brent said, returning the smile.   -œThis
is quite the way to wake up! -

    -œWell, maybe we can make a regular routine out of it, - Emma said
with a wry smile before returning to work.

   The feeling of Emma's lips pressing on his sensitive skin was intense.
He used his hands to knead her hips before sliding moving on to her butt
cheeks.  His fingers left brief red marks in the soft, white globes..

   Her position above him kept her cheeks spread wide apart and Brent let
his thumbs slide into the crevice of her ass-crack.  At one point, his
thumb brushed against her asshole causing her to jerk involuntarily but she
didn't break stride as she sucked him.

   Just above his chest, her bare pussy lips were also pulled slightly
apart and he could see her excitement glistening there.

   He let his fingers drift downwards from her cheeks until his thumbs
touched her labia.  That earned him a moan from around his meat.

   Spreading her nether lips apart, he gazed at her pink womanhood. 
Carefully, he pushed two fingers into her slit.  As it happened, he needn't
have been careful; Emma was so wet that his digits plunged in with no
resistance whatsoever.

   Another moan from his crotch as fingers slid in to the base.  She
wiggled her hips and Brent could feel her muscles contract against the
digits.

   He sawed them in and out a couple of times tentatively before growing
more confident and forceful.  On his next pokes, he twisted his wrist to
put more pressure on her pussy walls.

    -œMmmmmm.... - he heard from the mouth sucking him.  He was struggling
to hold out as long as possible to prolong the pleasure, but the climax
building in his loins was approaching like a freight train.

   Several more minutes ensued of Emma eating him while he masturbated her.
Brent's willpower gave in first, his orgasm no longer able to be held back.

    -œEmma, I'm going to cum! - Brent cried out.  He expected her to
withdraw immediately at the warning; it hadn't even occurred to him that it
would end any other way.

   Emma, of course, had no intention of withdrawing.  She did pull up
slightly, but only to give the hand wrapped around his cock more room to
stroke.  And stroke she did, pounding furiously at his pronouncement.

   Only moments later, Brent was shooting into her mouth.  Emma felt the
first warm squirt hit the back of her throat.  She resisted the instinctive
urge to pull away and instead swallowed hard, devouring all of Brent's
seed.

    -œOh, God, Emma, that's incredible! - Brent shouted at Emma's bedroom
ceiling.  He continued to shoot into her mouth and she continued to swallow
all of it, letting no drop go to waste.

   After his final squirt, Brent's body sank into the soft mattress,
drained.  Looking up, he realized that his fingers were still lodged in
Emma's pussy, but he had ceased thrusting them into her during his orgasm.
Now spent, he resumed fingering her.  Emma released his softening cock from
her mouth and remained on all fours above him as he molested her.

   Brent pushed himself back up and used his other hand for the first time
to reach between her legs to search for her clit.  He found it right where
it was supposed to be at the top of her thick labia and he flicked it with
an index finger.

    -œMmmmmmm....  oh, Brent..... - Emma cooed above him.

   Both hands worked her hard, pumping into her while toying with her love
button.  She was rocking back and forth above him, in rhythm to his
motions. He could see her fingers clutching the comforter while the toes on
the side of him curled as well.

   Flick, pump, flick, pump he went; Emma's juices were leaking down his
wrist.  He wasn't about to complain as Emma likely still had some of his
cum in or on her mouth.

   Without warning, Brent was squeezed several different ways; Emma's
vaginal walls clenched around his fingers at the same time that her thighs
closed hard against his sides.

    -œOh, FUCK! - Emma cried out as her orgasm hit.  Her ass cheeks tried
to squeeze close as well, but her spread position above him made that
impossible.  Instead, her rosebud puckered at him as her orgasm washed over
her.

   She reached back with one hand to pull his hand away from her nub, his
rubbing on it now causing almost electric shocks through her.  Brent
continued to pump his hand into her though, which she allowed (and
enjoyed.)

   Her orgasm finally past, she slipped from his fingers and rolled onto
the side of him.

   Emma moaned, eyes closed, as she ran her hand across his chest.  He
turned to kiss her as her hand continued to drift down and cup his soft,
sticky member.

    -œSure beats waking up to an alarm clock, no? - Emma asked with a
grin, eyes still closed.

    -œAbsolutely! - Brent agreed.  They laid that way for some time,
enjoying the feel of each other's body as they basked in the post-orgasm
haze.

   It suddenly occurred to Brent to wonder where Bruiser was.  He had been
at their feet when the went to sleep but was gone now.  He looked around,
momentarily concerned.

    -œBruiser? - he called out, pushing himself up on his elbows.  Emma
sat up as well.  His concern disappeared once he heard rustling from the
bedroom floor.  Leaning over the edge of the bed, Brent could see Bruiser
standing up and stretching from a makeshift bed he'd made out of Emma's
throw pillows.

   He yawned, sauntered over, and barked once before heading out into the
kitchen to wait for breakfast.

   Chapter 56

   Brent swung his legs out of the bed and onto the floor.  Emma came up
behind him, pressing her soft globes against his back as she threw an arm
around his neck with her other one groping his chest.

   She squeezed hard and sighed deeply into his ear.

    -œAlllrrriiigghhttt, I know you need to be at work this morning.  Go
hop in the shower while I feed Bruiser, - Emma said.

    -œI can feed- - Brent started to say as he stood.  Emma silenced him
with a slap to the ass.

    -œUh, uh.  Remember, my house, my rules.  Go wash, - she said firmly,
pointing in the direction of the bathroom.  Brent cupped one ass cheek as
he kissed her quickly before heading to the bathroom.  Emma went, nude, to
the kitchen.

   As Brent turned on the shower and waited for it to warm, he heard the
distinctive sound of kibble pouring into a metal bowl which clinked against
the kitchen's tile floor.

   He stepped into the stream of water and began soaping himself.  As he
did so, he reflected on the night before, and that morning.

   Emma was amazing.  While he'd been with Andrea, he had never even
considered life without her, let alone with another woman.  Now though, he
found himself fantasizing about how things might be.

   He was massaging the shampoo into his scalp as he pictured Emma, nude on
all fours above him, when he was startled by the real-life Emma pushing
into the shower behind him.  He nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned
towards her.

    -œEasy, boy.  Keep washing that hair of yours.  I'm only here to help
clean the rest, - she said.

   She took the bar of soap from the little shelf built into the wall and
lathered up her hands as Brent returned to his hair.

   Emma's soapy hands massaged Brent's back first, using her thumbs to push
hard into the muscles.  Her hands worked their way down to his lower back,
waist, and finally ass cheeks.  All the while, her wet boobs were squished
against him.

   Squeezing his cheeks hard, her slippery hands slid into his ass crack
and brushed his asshole causing him to clench tight.  Emma liked making him
do that.

   She soaped up again, now moving to his front.  She made sure to keep her
body pressed against him as she moved, though that wasn't hard to do in the
small shower.

   She cleaned his chest, playing with his nipples for a few moments.  He
gasped at the touch, surprised by how sensitive they were.  He had never
played with them himself, nor had Amdrea.  Emma was surprised by the
reaction as well and made a mental note of it.

   Her soapy hands worked down to his crotch next, working her fingers over
his soft member with one hand while rolling his balls in her hand in the
other.

   She spent entirely too long on his crotch to be considered cleaning but
he didn't mind.  Having cum so recently, he stayed flaccid but the toying-
sorry,  -œwashing - - felt good nonetheless.

   Emma eventually left his crotch to soap up his legs, letting her hands
brush along the inside of his thighs and along his pelvis.

   The shower head was removable (which was a GREAT feature of the
apartment) and she took it down to rinse all the soap off of him, again
focusing way too long on his crotch.  She had the nozzle turned upward,
spraying against his balls.  The hot water splashing there made stand up on
his tip toes, but he didn't move away.

    -œOk, I think that's enough, - Emma commented.  She turned the shower
head on herself briefly.  She hadn't really washed herself, but she'd
gotten a lot of soap all over her large body as she'd held it against Brent
while cleaning him.

   Turning the water off, she returned the nozzle to the hook.  She took
the white cotton towel from the bar outside the shower and ran it over
Brent's body, patting him all over to absorb the water.

   She curled the towel around his member and stroked him for a full
minute; he was up to flying at half-mast now.

   He placed his hand gently on the back of her head.

    -œUh, uh, none of that.  I have your clothes laid on on the bed, - she
said with another playful swat to his ass.

   After dressing, he left the bedroom to find Emma, still naked, bending
over at the waist to rub Bruiser behind his ear.  Brent suspected that she
was doing to just to show off her ass (and pussy, peeking through her
thighs.)

   Brent came up behind her and touched that ass, running his hand along
the smooth skin.  Emma gave no notice, nor did she stand up.  He pushed his
pants-covered crotch against her as he held her by the hips for a full
minute.

   Knowing that he really did have to leave for work, he reluctantly
released her.

   He then bent over to pick Bruiser up from the floor.  As he did so, he
noticed the bowl of food that Emma had set out for him.  He frowned as he
noticed that it was, in fact, Bruiser's regular kibble, the color and shape
distinctive.

    -œHow did you have Bruiser's food on hand? - Brent inquired, puzzled.

   Emma shrugged.   -œI made a note of the food at your house while I was
there.  I picked up a bag so that he wouldn't get an upset stomach if he
had to eat here.  I had a feeling- well, a HOPE- that he might be spending
more time here so it would be good to have on hand.  It's my job to be on
top of that sort of thing.  Speaking of which, later on we need to talk
about changing him to a better brand. -

   Still naked, she leaned in and kissed Brent while groping his ass.

    -œNow, get going before you're late! -

   Chapter 57



   Once she was alone, Emma headed over to our apartment.

   Jess opened the door and before Emma could greet her, Jess grabbed
Emma's arm and pulled her into the apartment.

    -œTell me EVERYTHING! - Jess said excitedly.  She led Emma over to the
couch where they both sat down.

   Emma was about to speak when she caught the sight of me on the floor. 
She blinked and was silent for a moment as she took in the scene.

   I was on the floor on the other side of the room.

   I was nude.  That wasn't the surprising part, of course.  This time,
however, I was on my back and hogtied, legs pulled up against my chest with
my arms tied to them with rope.  A rather large butt-plug was clearly
visible sticking from my ass and a ball-gag completed the ensemble.

    -œUm, am I interrupting something? - Emma asked.  Jess seemed
legitimately confused before following her gaze to me on the floor.

    -œHuh?  Oh!  Nope, not at all.  Today is our - - and by 'our' she
meant 'my' -  -œanal training day.  I'm gradually working Aaron up to
accepting larger and larger plugs.  He has to hold that plug for thirty
minutes before we move on to a slightly wider one. -

    -œIt looks like he doesn't mind too much, - Emma commented, gesturing
to my erection sticking up between my bound legs.

    -œNo, but he's not allowed to orgasm during this time.  Sometimes the
pressure on his prostate will cause him to ejaculate spontaneously, and
he's not punished for that, but he isn't allowed to otherwise touch or play
with himself during the training sessions, - Jess explained.  She returned
her gaze to Emma.   -œNow, tell me how things went! -

   Emma stared at me for another few seconds before returning her attention
to Jess.  She gave jess a full play-by-play, leaving out no details.

    -œJess, it was wonderful! - she finished.   -œI think that.... - she
said, trailing off.

    -œYes?  You think what? - Jess prompted.

    -œI think I might be falling in love with Brent, - Emma said quietly.

   Jess paused a beat before responding.   -œWell, I'm very happy for you,
but I feel obligated to say that your relationship is still in the very
early stages.  Don't get too wrapped up in the lust and excitement and
confuse it for more.  But also don't think I'm trying to rain on your
parade at all! -

    -œNo, I know you are right, and I'm going to be careful.  It's just
that...  I've never felt this way about anyone before.  It was INCREDIBLE.
Not just the sex; it was good, of course, but you and Aaron have made me
feel great as well.  It was the intimacy, the closeness, that I've never
had before, - Emma said.

   Jess nodded knowingly.   -œI totally understand. -

    -œWhat....  what am I going to do about my panic attacks? - Emma asked
fearfully.

    -œWe'll work on that.  I will draw up a plan for your next sexual
encounters.  I'll get it emailed over to you later today.  I'm thinking- -


   An old-fashioned wind-up alarm clock interrupted her as it rang on the
end table.  Jess turned around and silenced it.  I groaned from behind the
gag on the floor.

    -œTime for the next one, - Jess said to me as she stood up.

   She knelt down behind me and took the butt-plug in her hand, grasping
the base and slowly wiggling it back and forth until it popped free of my
rectum.  I grunted as my sphincter closed back up.

   Jess placed it off to the side which allowed Emma to see its size for
the first time.

    -œHoly shit, Jess!  It's huge! - she exclaimed. It wasn't HUGE, but it
was big.  Bigger than the one Emma had seen used on me at Spooner's, though
not by much.

   The next one that Jess was lubing up, however, WAS huge.  And I already
knew it.  I groaned again.

    -œHush, you, - Jess said as she stroked the silicone plug, working the
lubricant all around it.

    -œCan I put it in him? - Emma asked.  She left the couch and knelt
next to Jess.  The excitement in her voice was obvious.  Jess' answer,
however, was surprising.

    -œNo, - she said.  I was as shocked as Emma.

    -œOh.... - was all Emma could say.  Jess explained.

    -œNow that you and Brent are sexually active together, you can't play
with us anymore unless you are both on board with it. -

    -œHuh? - Emma asked, bewildered.   -œYou guys sleep around all the
time and I can't put a plug in your husband's butt now? -

   Jess sat herself down on her heels, still holding the plug (which I
would get a short reprieve from while she gave her lecture.)

    -œAaron and I are very open and sexually active, obviously, but
everything is done with each other's full knowledge and consent.  If Aaron
fucks another woman, it's because I order him to.  If I was away for the
week with work, it would not be acceptable for Aaron to go next door and
fuck you without my knowledge.  That would be cheating. -

   Emma's eyes widened at the comment of me fucking her, but she said
nothing.

    -œSo, in that sense, we are 100% faithful to each other, - Jess said.

   That seemed, to Emma, to be a stretch of the definition of 'faithful',
but she didn't protest.  Jess continued further.

    -œScrewing around with your neighbors behind Brent's back when he is
being faithful to YOU, is NOT ok.  At all.  So, if you want to continue
playing with us, it has to be with Brent's understanding and consent.  How
do you think he would feel if he learned you were over here shoving a sex
toy up Aaron's butt while he was at work? - Jess finished.

   Emma thought for a long while in silence before responding.   -œOk, I
understand what you are saying.  And you're right, as always.  You guys are
just so sexual and easy going, I took it all for granted and didn't even
think about how he would feel.  So....  I guess this is it then? - Emma
looked like someone had just kicked her puppy.

    -œWell, not necessarily, - Jess answered.  Emma's eyes widened with
hope.   -œAs I said, it is all about openness.  You'll have to talk to
Brent about it and see if he is willing to have that kind of relationship.
-

   The color drained from Emma's face.   -œOh...  I...  I don't know if I
can talk to him about something like this...  I don't know if he'd be ok
with this. -

   Jess put a hand (the one NOT holding a butt plug) on Emma's shoulder.  
-œHe may not, - she agreed.   -œBut, you'll never know until you talk to
him.  Communication and frankness is the most important thing in a
relationship. -

   From my spot on the floor in front of them, I grunted to get their
attention.  Jess turned to me, seeming surprised that I was still there. 
She reached over and pulled the ball gag from my mouth.

    -œYes? - Jess asked.

    -œI think you'll be surprised at how easy going most guys will be if
their girlfriends bring up the prospect of group sex, - I said,
contributing to the discussion for the first time.

   Jess laughed.   -œYes, I'd have to agree with Aaron as well. -

    -œBut... - Emma began,  -œbut what if he freaks out? -

   Jess answered.   -œIf he is dead set against it, then you have a
decision to make.  Be with Brent, or play around with us.  For what it's
worth, I suggest you chose Love over Lust, but that is your choice.  If, on
the other hand, he is hesitant but not adamant, then this is what you'll
tell him... -

   She proceeded to outline the plan which she clearly had already been
thinking about before that moment.  That's my girl, always a step ahead.

   Emma thought for a moment, then nodded.   -œOk, I think so.  Yes.  I'll
talk to him tonight. -

   I spoke up again.   -œI think you'll be surprised at how slutty guys can
be.  Even the nice ones. -

    -œHe's not wrong, - Jess added.   -œOk, back to your own apartment
then until you guys hammer things out.  I have to shove this up my
husband's ass, - she said, waving the plug in the air.  She reached over
and put the ball gag back on me as I groaned again.

   Chapter 58

   Later that day, Emma's phone dinged indicating a new email.
-œFrom: Jess -

    -œHere is the official Jess-approved Emma/Brent Fuck Plan:

   1) Doggy style 2) Reverse cow girl (feel free to Google any of these if
need be.) 3) Standing, reverse entry 4) Laying down, side-by-side, reverse
entry 5) Laying down, side-by-side, face to face 6) Missionary

   This list is a bit backward from what couples would normally do. 
Missionary is, without doubt, the most plain-vanilla and boring, but in
this situation, you guys will work up to it, with you gradually
relinquishing more control to Brent and making yourself more vulnerable. 
If, at any point, you start to feel panic, stop and return to the previous
position.  If you are unable to proceed at any step after several tries,
let me know and we will rework the plan.  Also, all this having been said,
remember that sex is supposed to be FUN, so don't be afraid to back-track
to positions you two find enjoyable, so long as you continue making
progress along the way.  Now, go get to work, you horny little rabbits! -

   Emma found herself growing wet just reading the step-by-step description
of how she was expected to screw her boyfriend.

   Emma called Brent at the station.

    -œHi, Brent, - Emma said after he answered.

    -œHi, sweetie! - he said.  Emma liked being called sweetie.  She liked
having someone call her ANY pet name, really.

    -œWhat's up? - he asked.

    -œJust wanted to hear your voice...  do you want to come back over
after work?  With Bruiser, of course, - Emma asked.

    -œAbsolutely!  I'll see you about five? - he asked.

    -œSure!  See you then! - - - -

   Brent showed up, Bruiser under his arm, right on time.  His smile was
broad and genuine, but he could tell right away that Emma's was forced.

   He started to ask what was wrong, but she turned away before he could
and grabbed the print-out of Jess' email, handing it to him.

   He read in silence and Emma enjoyed seeing the color flood into his
cheeks.  Once he finished, he looked, embarrassed, into Emma's face. 
Before he could say anything, Emma spoke first.

    -œWell, we have our orders.  Should we get to work? - she said, with a
giggle.  Thoughts of fucking him pushed away her stress over  -œthe talk -
which they would have later.

    -œUh, yes, absolutely.  Don't want to piss your neighbor off, - he
finished with a chuckle himself.

   Emma's clothes hit the floor first, but Brent wasn't far behind. 
Bruiser ran off to Emma's bedroom to find a place to nap.  He wasn't about
to let the sound of their bodies smacking together cut into his beauty
sleep.

   Brent started to follow after him, assuming that the bedroom was their
final destination also, but Emma grabbed his wrist to stop him.

   He turned towards her to see her shaking her head.

    -œRight here.  Right now, - she said, pointing her finger towards the
floor.

   Before Brent could respond, Emma was on all fours in front of him, her
white butt cheeks jiggling as she steadied herself.

   Emma, of course, had never done it  -œdoggie-style -, but the internet
had taught her enough about what position was expected.

   Brent was still standing as Emma shimmied her legs apart, exposing her
pussy to him.  She held that position for a full minute as Brent gawked at
her naked form.

    -œI don't have an invitation to send you, - Emma said dryly over her
shoulder.

    -œOops, sorry! - Brent said, startled back to his senses.

   He dropped down behind her and placed his hands on her hips, lining
himself up.  Emma scooted back another inch towards him in an effort to
move things along and, in doing so, her ass cheek collided with his
erection.

    -œOoof! - he exclaimed.

    -œSorry, sorry! - she said back to him.

    -œS'ok, no worries, - Brent responded through clenched teeth, reaching
between his legs to maneuver his member.

   Emma felt his cock head probe around her privates, looking for the
entrance.  He found it without too much difficulty and pushed slowly in.

   Emma had been fantasizing about Brent's return all afternoon.  As a
result, she was dripping wet and he had no trouble sliding into her, but he
went carefully anyway.  He thrust in gradually, stroking in and out a
little more each time.  This was more to let himself get lubricated by her
juices than for her sake.

   Eventually, he managed to bottom out inside Emma, the front of his
thighs contacting her fleshy ass cheeks.  Withdrawing, he built up a rhythm
and was pumping in and out of Emma's womanhood.

   Once he did, Emma alternated rocking back and forth, helping him to
thrust harder into her.  It made it a bit trickier for him to keep from
inadvertently slipping out of her, but he wasn't about to file a complaint
on Yelp.

   As he pumped into her, he let his hands wander around her generous hips,
squeezing the soft flesh.  Emma, for her part, let one of the hands that
had been supporting her move up and back to her crotch, allowing her
fingers to find her clit.  She worked two fingers of her left hand around
the nub in time to Brent's thrusts.

   The erotic level of the position was off the chart for Brent.  He found
his orgasm rapidly approaching.

   As his member reached the edge of Emma's pussy, the sensitive rim of his
manhood was tickled and he sucked in air each time as he tried to control
himself.

   Another couple minutes of pumping into Emma though, and Brent could hold
out no longer.  His seed exploded into her.  If his grunt hadn't told her
he'd climaxed, the sperm ricocheting around inside her would have.  She
took that as her cue and doubled the speed of the fingers working at her
pussy.

   Brent was still pumping into her as he squirted; Emma loved the feeling;
she couldn't get enough of it.  It was so unlike all of her masturbatory
experiences and her experiences with Aaron and Jess.  Brent's meat, plowing
into her, amplified the tingling in her crotch; the feeling of his
ejaculate shooting inside her, even more so.

   Her breathing was quickening as she neared the edge.  She felt Brent
banging into her cheeks as his orgasm ebbed.

   He was just beginning to slow down as Emma reached her own climax.

   She cried out and lurched forward as her orgasm hit.  Brent, who was
already shrinking, slipped out as she pulled forward.

   Emma's hand left her clit and found its position back on the floor to
stabilize herself as another wave of pleasure went through her.

   Brent, for his part, kept his hands on her hips as she spasmed in front
of him.  He wasn't really helping steady her so much as enjoying the feel
of her body rock as she climaxed.

   Emma's head was turned back towards him; her eyes were closed and she
was biting her lower lip as yet another wave went washing over her.

   Brent's hands wandered over her smooth, white skin, tracing down her
legs to the inside of her thighs until, at last, her climax subsided and
she rolled over onto her butt.

    -œMmmm..... - she moaned as she placed her back against the couch. 
Brent dropped down next to her and placed an arm around her shoulder.  Emma
nuzzled her head against his neck.

   As they sat on the floor, their  -œjob - finished, Brent looked down at
Emma's face and could tell something was wrong.  Her eyes were open and she
was clearly anxious.

    -œEmma?  What is it? - he asked, suddenly concerned.

    -œUm, we need to talk about something, - Emma said, pulling away and
standing up.  She put her hand out and helped Brent up and guided him to
the couch.

   Brent was getting nervous as he sat down.  Emma sat down on the side of
him.

    -œSweetie, - - he said it again, God that felt good -  -œwhat is it?
- he prompted again.   -œDid I do- -

   Emma stopped him.   -œNo!  It's nothing you did.  Um, it's something I
did, I guess.... -

   She trailed off and Brent wanted to prod her again, but he waited for
her to collect her thoughts while he rubbed her leg.

    -œSo....  you know Jess, who you met last night? - - How could he
forget, he thought to himself, but merely nodded in response -  -œWell, she
has a husband named Aaron... -

   Brent was getting more and more confused but let her continue without
interrupting.

    -œI was a virgin until yesterday, just as I said.  And, up until a
month ago, I'd had almost no real sexual experiences.  That was until I
moved in here and met Aaron and Jess.  You see, they are, um, I guess a bit
kinky is the best way to describe them - - 'a bit kinky', ha!  -  -œand
I've engaged in a lot of sexual play with them. -

    -œYou mean they are, like, swingers? - Brent asked, brow furrowed. 
Emma considered.

    -œWell, that's probably not the right word, because it's not like some
wife-swapping thing or anything, but I guess something like that.  We all
play together.  As a group, - she answered.

    -œWhat do you mean, 'play'? - Brent asked.

   Emma chewed her lip.  She knew she'd have to answer that question. 
She'd already decided to give a somewhat censored version of our story thus
far.

    -œWell, um, you know how I'm shaved down there?  Well, Aaron did that.
And another time, Jess played with my, uh, pussy in front of Aaron.  And
still another time, they had sex in a changing room stall with me outside
the door. -

    -œOk..... - Brent said uncertainly.   -œSo, what does this all mean?
-

    -œWell...  now that we are sexually active together, I want to be open
and honest about what I did with them. -

   Brent frowned a bit.   -œOk, well, obviously I have a sexual history
too. Nothing kinky like that stuff, but I don't have a problem with you
having done things like that... -

   Brent wasn't sure where this was leading.  When he saw Emma swallow
hard, though, he realized that more was coming.

    -œIt's just that...  I'd, um, like to CONTINUE doing those things, -
Emma finally finished.

   The look of sorrow on Brent's face was heartbreaking.

    -œSo...  you want to break up with me to go back to them? - he said
sadly.  He started to stand up, but Emma grabbed his arm and roughly pulled
him back down.

    -œNo!  I absolutely don't want to break up!  You mean the world to me!
-

   Brent settled back down and the look of confusion was back.

    -œI don't understand then... - he said.

   Emma swallowed again.

    -œI want to do those things with you.  And them.  Together... - Emma
let the words sink in.  Brent blinked blankly, clearly not getting it for
several moments before the light bulb went on and understanding shown on
his face.  His eyes opened as much as his sockets allowed.

    -œLike, an orgy or something?  Emma, I don't know.  This is a lot to
take in.  I, I've never.... - he trailed off.  He looked off into space.

    -œI know this is a lot to ask so soon, and if you can't handle it, I
can let it go.  But, Jess and Aaron said that if you were willing to give
things a try, they would like to have us over for dinner tomorrow night to,
um, explain things and maybe give you a taste of what they, well, what WE
do.  Do you think you would be ok with that? -

    -œJust dinner?  Well, I guess that would be ok... - he said.

    -œUm, it's going to be a special dinner, they said, with a bit more
skin showing than usual. - This was to be a massive understatement of epic
proportions.   -œIt is entirely up to you, of course, and I wouldn't ask
you to do anything you didn't want to do. -

   Brent was quiet for a long while.  She was right, it WAS a lot to take
in.  But he really liked Emma.  Maybe, more than liked, he thought to
himself.  And he really wanted to be open-minded.  This was all way beyond
anything that he and Andrea had gotten into and it was all very sudden. 
But, for Emma, he would probably do anything.

    -œSure, I think I can do that, - Brent said with a weak, forced smile.

   Emma took his hand between hers and smiled.

    -œThank you, - she said, giving him a peck on the cheek.   -œNow, what
do you say we move on to the next position on our list? -

   Chapter 59

   The next night, Emma and Brent knocked on our door at 6 pm.  Bruiser
stayed next door at Emma's, sleeping on her couch.

   Jess had decided that we pull no punches.  We were both completely naked
as we answered the door.

   Jess was wearing the nipples clamps (that she had originally bought for
me.) They dangled from the erect nubs sticking out from her chest; I had
played with her tits for several minutes before installing the clamps to
ensure that they were rock hard.

   I, myself, wore nothing except a cock-ring that Jess had put on me.  We
had debated about whether or not I should be aroused for the strange guy
that we were going to be serving; I felt that my erection would be
intimidating; not because of my size  -" I've established my lack of that
already; but merely because guys are inherently uncomfortable around other
guys' erections.  Call it homophobia if you will, but it is a fact.

   In the end though, Jess' opinion that I should be erect won out.  Her
plans included sexual activity which would result (and likely require) an
erection on my part at some point no matter what.  My getting aroused
around Brent was liable to be even more awkward and, without a cock ring on
in advance, an unexpected orgasm on my part would be uncomfortable times a
hundred.  I couldn't argue with that.

   She didn't have any trouble getting me aroused; the thought of being on
display in front of Emma and her boyfriend took care of that.  As much as I
loved all of it, being nude and submissive in front of strangers was always
terrifying for me.

   Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.  Jess and I both had huge
smiles.  My smile on the outside hid the somersaults that my stomach was
doing on the inside.  Jess, for her part, seemed completely at ease.  I
have no idea if she actually felt that way, but if not, her acting was
worthy of an Oscar.

    -œHello, Sir, - Jess said, bowing to Brent.   -œMistress Emma, - she
said next, bowing to Emma.

   Brent swallowed hard and started choking; whatever Emma had told him to
prepare for clearly hadn't been enough.  Emma was a bit more controlled,
but her wide eyes told me that she wasn't expecting a fully naked Jess and
me at the door to greet them.  Well, she'd learn to always expect the
unexpected when Jess was involved.

    -œPlease, Sir, Mistress, come in, - Jess said, stepping aside and
waving them in.

   Jess hadn't prepared me for the whole Mistress thing either, but I knew
when to play along.

   Emma was the brave one who entered first.

    -œMistress, - I said, taking Emma's hand and kissing it.  As she
passed by Jess, Jess leaned in and whispered in her ear.

    -œGo along with anything I say, got it? -

   Emma gave her a terse little nod.

   Brent's eyes were drawn to Jess' voluptuous tits, but he caught himself
and looked away before anyone (besides me) noticed.  His anxiety level was
somewhere around an 11.  Jess saw and closed in on him.

   She moved in front of him and took both of his hands in hers, standing
directly before him.  She moved his hands so that they landed directly on
her breasts, her perky nipples poking him in the palms.  He tried to pull
away, but she held strong.

    -œWelcome to our home, Sir, - she said.  She stood close enough to
ensure that he couldn't look anywhere except at her; he tried hard not to,
but Jess wouldn't release her grip nor let him get away until he checked
her out.  He said nothing to her, stunned into silence.

    -œI understand, Sir, that this is probably new to you, - Jess said
patiently.  I thought that  -œnew to you - was probably a bit of an
understatement.  Jess continued.

    -œBut let me assure you of several things.  First and foremost, we are
here willingly.  Everything is consensual.  We serve Mistress Emma because
we choose to; we enjoy it.  I understand that for some people that may be a
bit of a buzz-kill, but it is important to know that we are all here by
choice.  That includes you, as well.  Should things become too
uncomfortable for you at any time, you are free to say so and free to
leave. But I think I speak for everyone here when I say that I hope you
won't. -

   Emma and I both nodded our agreement.  Jess continued, her gaze never
leaving his.

    -œNow, with the disclaimer out of the way, it is going to be a very
long night if you can't look at me.  So, please, I ask that you check out
my body.  I don't believe Mistress Emma will mind, though I wouldn't
presume to speak for her.  Perhaps you'll feel better about it if you ask
her for permission? -

   Brent turned to Emma, but he wasn't able to get any words out.  Luckily,
Jess took the reigns there too.

    -œMistress Emma, - Jess asked  -" she was really milking the 'Mistress
Emma' thing, I thought -  -œdo you mind if Sir Brent checks out your
slave's body? -

   Emma, to her credit, handled things pretty well for her first day as a
Mistress.   -œUh, yes, he may.  I insist. -

   Brent was looking at Emma, not convinced; I was out of his line of
sight, so I rolled my hands in a  -œkeep going - signal.  Emma caught it.

    -œBrent, please, check out Jess'  -" um, the slave's, - - I mouthed
the words 'my slave' -  -œer, MY slave's body.  Please.  For me, - she
finished.

   I'd wager even money that was the first time Brent had ever had a
girlfriend basically beg him to check out another girl's naked form.

   Reluctantly ('reluctantly', Ha!) he turned back to Jess and looked at
her.  She had still been holding his hands the whole time against her rack
and was smiling at him.  Now, she released him, and took a step back so
that he could see her better.

   Brent's eyes rolled up and down her naked form.  He wouldn't let himself
smile at her; he didn't want Emma to know he liked what he saw, even if she
was encouraging it.  It felt wrong.  I don't think he realized that the
tell-tale bulge forming in his pants gave him away.

   Emma decided to try out her Mistress role.

    -œSlave Jess, - - she LOVED how that felt rolling off her tongue.  
-œPlease turn around and bend over.  Spread your legs so Brent can see
your...  pussy. - 'Pussy' was tough for her to finish, but Jess was proud
that she did.

    -œYes, Mistress, - Jess said in her best submissive tone.

   She turned around with greatly exaggerated slowness for Brent's sake. 
She sidestepped to spread her legs apart and placed both hands on the tops
of her thighs.  She looked at Brent over her shoulder as she bent over,
sliding her hands down her legs until she was able to grab her ankles.

   Her ass was pulled wide apart by this motion, and both her asshole, and
pussy lips below it, were plainly visible to 'Sir' Brent.

   From around her leg, she asked him.   -œSir, would you like to touch
Mistress Emma's slave to inspect her? -

   I thought Brent would cream his pants right then and there.  Overall, he
did an admirable job of maintaining his composure.

    -œYes, he does, - Emma answered for him.

    -œNo!  I don't! - Brent responded quickly.   -œI mean, no thank you.
Uh, you seem fine. - Nice save, buddy.

   The whole time, I was standing off to the side, my obscene erection
pointing out as this all transpired.  Everyone ignored me for the pretty
girl, though.  Story of my life.

   Jess made a pouting face at Brent; she turned to Emma instead.

    -œMistress Emma, would you like to inspect the slave? - she asked.

   Emma was caught off-guard but recovered quickly.

    -œYes, Je- er, slave.  I would, - she said.

   She crossed in front of Brent who happily stood aside; He was thankful
to be out of the limelight.

   Emma ran her fingers across Jess' ass cheek, then moved between her legs
to cup her pussy.  Then she wasn't sure what to do next.  Fortunately, Jess
had a few ideas.

    -œMistress, would you like to check the slave's pussy, perhaps? - she
said, still bent over and looking around her leg.

    -œGood idea, - Emma said.  She still wasn't sure how she would do
that. I was getting mildly irritated.  Really, it wasn't exactly a formal
medical procedure.  Figure out a way to molest my wife already.

   In the end, she took two fingers and carefully slid them into Jess.  She
moaned much louder than necessary, no doubt for Brent's sake.

   Emma held them inside Jess without doing anything further.

    -œIs your slave wet enough, Mistress Emma? - Jess asked, helping her
along.

    -œOh, uh, - Emma said.  She slid the two fingers in and out of Jess'
pussy a few times, finger fucking her neighbor in front of her new
boyfriend.

    -œUh, yes, plenty wet.  Slave. - If Brent suspected that Emma was not
an experienced dominatrix, he didn't let on.

   Emma slid her fingers out of Jess.  Jess stood back up and turned around
to face  -œMistress Emma. -

    -œOh, Mistress, your slave apologizes for getting my juices all over
your fingers, - Jess said, looking at the hand that Emma was holding
awkwardly in the air.  Emma's eyes turned to her hand just as Jess grabbed
her wrist.

   Before Emma could do anything, Jess pulled Emma's hand to her mouth and
took the two slick fingers inside, closing her lips around them.

   We all stood there and watched as she sucked the fingers clean. 
Finishing, she released Emma's hand and Emma dropped it back down at her
side.

    -œI assume Mistress will check slave Aaron next? - Jess asked, keeping
things moving..

   Suddenly everyone turned to me; everyone had forgotten about me up to
that point.

    -œYes.  Yes, I am. - I stood at attention, not sure what else to do.
Emma began looking me over; it was more of a checking-you-for-lice kind of
thing than anything erotic, but hey.

    -œI see that my slave is very aroused, - she said, stating the
obvious.

    -œUm, yes Mistress.  Slave Jess put a cock ring on me earlier.  I'm
sure you noticed it at the base there, - I said.  In fact, I was very sure
that she had NOT.  Indeed, her eyes went wide at the naming of it.  I
assumed, correctly, that she had never seen one before and it was nothing
more than a small silicone ring.

    -œOh, yes.  Of course.  Good job, Slave Jess, - Emma said with a nod
to Jess.

    -œMistress Emma, - Jess said,  -œI see that Slave Aaron has a bit of
pre-cum at the end of his penis that leaked out despite the cock ring. 
Should I clean it as usual? -

   Emma looked down at the end of my cock and saw that Jess was correct.

    -œUm, yes slave, please take care of it, - Emma said, pointing to my
crotch.

   Jess dropped to her knees in front of me.  She stuck out her tongue and
let the tip of it touch the bead of cum.  She pulled away enough to stretch
the bead out for effect before licking the tip of my penis clean.  In the
interest of being  -œthorough -, she took my pulsing member, straining
against the band, into her mouth.

   Her lips slid down my shaft to the base; her fingers began toying with
my sack.  She wasn't  -œcleaning - me anymore and I knew, sadly, how it
would end.

   While rolling my nuts in her hand, Emma and Brent both stared as Jess
fellated me in front of them.  I'd been aroused for a while already and I
felt my orgasm building.

   Jess' mouth rapidly picked up speed as she slipped my rod in and out, in
and out.

   I grunted as my orgasm tried to escape  -" then groaned when it
couldn't. I winced from the frustrated feeling sinking in my sack.

    -œSlave Aaron is clean, Mistress, - Jess declared, standing back up
and smiling.

   Emma and Brent both stood slack-jawed by what they had just seen.  I saw
Brent shift a bulge in his pants.

   Chapter 60

    -œMistress Emma, Brent Sir, - Jess said, ignoring my frustrated
groans,  -œMay I suggest you have a seat at the table before the food grows
cold? -

   Up to that point, neither Emma nor Brent had noticed the card table we
had set up in the second half of the living room.  Other, more interesting,
sights had occupied their attention.

   Jess and I both pulled out chairs for our guests; I for Emma, Jess for
Brent.  On the table, we had set up a steak dinner with salad and baked
potato.

   Jess opened a bottle of wine on the table (screw top, not exactly the
finest of vintages, but our guests weren't really there for the beverage
selection) and poured glasses for both.

   Jess and I both stood at attention with our hands behind our backs while
Emma and Brent began eating.

    -œJess, this steak is delicious! - Emma said, momentarily forgetting
the 'slave' bit.  Brent readily agreed.

    -œYes, delicious!  You guys did a great job with this meal, - Brent
said.  He turned to face Jess and saw that thanks to her position where she
stood near him, Jess' bald pussy was only a foot away from his eyes.  He
quickly turned his gaze back to the food.

    -œThank you, sir, Mistress, - Jess said to each of them.  She turned
to Emma.

    -œMistress Emma, perhaps you'd like some entertainment during dinner?
- Jess suggested.

    -œHuh?  Uh, maybe some music? - Emma said uncertainly.  Jess smile
faded just a bit.

    -œAbsolutely.  Slave Aaron, can you turn on the radio? - Jess said to
me.  I went and did so, putting on the local light rock station.  Something
by Bryan Adams started softly in the background.

    -œMistress, I was actually thinking more along the lines of Slave Aaron
and me providing entertainment for you two, - Jess said.  Emma looked at
her blankly, still not getting it.  Brent was ignoring the exchange. 
Struggling to control a sigh, Jess grabbed my dick and cleared her throat.

    -œOh!  Entertainment!  Right!  Ummm... - Emma faltered after that. 
Jess touched my dick again, then put a hand on her ass.  Emma's eyes
widened; she glanced over at Brent who was trying hard to focus on his
steak.  Looking back to Jess, she shook her head rapidly  -œNO! -

   Jess' eyes narrowed and she mouthed the word  -œYES. - Despite not
saying a word aloud, Emma knew the tone that would have been conveyed.  Her
shoulders slumped a bit in resignation.

    -œYes, sl-slave.  Um...... - She couldn't bring herself to say it. 
Jess' eyes darted to Brent who still wasn't looking at us.  Back to Emma,
she mouthed  -œcome on! -

    -œWhy don't, don't, you guys have se-sex for us, - she finished.

    -œOf course, Mistress.  And where, specifically, should Slave Aaron,
put this? - Jess asked pointedly, holding my erection up.

   Emma cringed; Jess was rubbing her ass cheek with the hand not holding
my cock.  She wasn't pulling any punches tonight.

    -œIn...  in your butt, - she said softly, but not softly enough that
it didn't catch Brent's attention.  His head shot up and looked first at
Emma, then the two of us.  His eyes went to my member which Jess was still
holding.

    -œAs you wish, Mistress, - Jess said with a huge grin.   -œMistress,
is it ok if Slave Aaron applies lube to my asshole before he fucks it, or
do you wish him to fuck it dry? -

   Jess really hoped Emma didn't choose the latter.  She didn't
particularly care for anal sex as it was and the thought of dry anal sex
REALLY didn't appeal to her, but she loved saying it out loud.  As hoped
for, she saw Brent adjusting the uncomfortable looking bulge in his pants
again.

   Emma seemed to consider for a longer period than Jess would have liked.
I could see her tense just a little while waiting for the answer.

    -œUm, Slave Aaron can apply lube to you, - she said finally.  I saw
Jess let her breath out that she had been holding.

    -œSlave Aaron, would you please get the lubricant from the other room?
- she said.  This whole exchange was as casual as discussing the weather;
except instead of the weather, it was anal sex.  Anal sex while eating
dinner.  Well, while two other people were eating dinner.  Jess and I had
eaten earlier.  She told me I'd need the energy.

   I departed to retrieve the lube.  Jess stood with her hands behind her
back, waiting for further instructions.   -œAnything that you would like me
to do while I wait, Mistress? -

   Emma thought fast.   -œSlave Jess...  um, while we wait, please t-touch
yourself, - she said.  Jess was glad that she was growing bolder.

    -œYes, Mistress, - she said.  Her hands came around to her front.  She
pushed the middle finger of her right hand into her slit.  The digit was
thrust in-between the folds a couple of times before she pulled it back
out. Brent was watching her intently and Jess held eye contact with him as
she put the finger into her mouth.  She sucked on it like a lollipop before
returning it to her pussy.

   She bit her lower lip seductively as she rubbed the digit against her
clit.  She used her other hand to tug at one of the nipple clamps, causing
the nipple to pull taut while she diddled herself.

   As I returned with the lube, I saw the Brent and Emma had both ceased
eating as they watched my wife masturbate in front of them.

    -œOk, Mistress Emma, Slave Aaron has returned.  May he now lube this
slave's ass? - Jess asked.

    -œYes.  He can, - Emma said.  She punctuated it with an authoritative
nod.

   Jess dropped down on all fours.  She made sure her ass was pointed
towards Brent so he would have the best seat in the house for the show. 
She pushed her face down onto the carpet so that she could reach behind her
and pull her ass cheeks apart for me.

   I stood there holding the bottle, stupidly staring at Jess' ass along
with our two guests.  Jess cleared her throat very loudly.

    -œOh!  Sorry! - I said as I dropped down to my knees between her legs.
I flipped the lid of the bottle open and squirted a stream directly on
Jess' rosebud.  The trickle ran down her ass towards the floor but I
reached in and caught it with my index finger.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Emma and Brent were watching
intently; not that I blamed them, I would have been too.

   I pushed my greasy finger against Jess' back door.  The tip of my digit
penetrated her sphincter and I rotated it to work the lube in.  With a few
short pushes, my finger plunged all the way into her hole and I fingered
her for a few seconds before pulling out.

    -œDon't be stingy with the lube, Slave Aaron, - Jess said over her
shoulder.  I squirted a second round of lube onto her and fingered her
again until I was confident that her tunnel was as slick as it was going to
get.  For good measure, though, I squirted some onto my hard member also
and worked it around the shaft.

   I positioned my cock head at Jess' hole.

    -œAsk permission! - she hissed quietly to me.

    -œOh, uh, Slave Jess, can I enter? - I said.  Jess sighed in disgust.

    -œSlave Aaron, - she said, her tone one of exasperation.   -œIt is not
my place to give you permission to the ass belonging to Mistress Emma. 
Perhaps you should get her permission? -

   Whoops.  Duh.

    -œOh, right.  Mistress Emma, may I now, um, fuck Slave Jess' ass? 
Please? - I wasn't sure if I should say please, but figured it couldn't
hurt.

   Emma opened her mouth to answer, but then seemed to think of something
and closed it.  She turned to Brent.

    -œI'm not sure.  What do you think, Brent? - she asked casually.

    -œHuh? - Brent was stunned by everything he was watching and had no
brain cells left to process Emma's question.

    -œJess' asshole.  Should Aaron be allowed to fuck it? - Emma asked. 
She enjoyed someone else being uncomfortable rather than her.

   Brent opened his mouth but no words came out.

    -œMaybe, - Jess said from the floor.  Her face was pushed into the
carpet since she was still holding her ass cheeks apart for me.   -œMaybe
Sir Brent isn't sure because he needs a closer look to decide.  Do you
think that could be it, Mistress Emma?  Do you think Sir Brent needs to see
my asshole  -" whoops, I mean YOUR asshole, as it belongs to you  -"
asshole up close? -

    -œYes, Jess, I think you are right.  Brent, go up close and check out
Jess' asshole, - Emma said to him.

   I noted two things just then: #1, Emma had given him an order, not a
suggestion.  And #2, he got up and obeyed without question.  If he didn't
freak out and run before the end of the night, I had a good idea of where
their relationship was headed.

   Brent walked over and knelt down on the side of Jess' ass.  He had no
idea what he was supposed to be  -œchecking out -; that was understandable
since there really wasn't anything.  It was a really lame excuse to get him
up close and personal and he had followed it blindly.

   His eyes looked at Jess' ass and my cock pressing lightly against her
rosebud, waiting patiently.  My erection was rather sore by that point and
I could tell I wasn't getting any relief any time soon.  Oh well.

    -œWell, Brent? - Emma asked.   -œShould Slave Aaron be allowed to fuck
Jess' ass? - She didn't refer to it as  -œher - ass.  Brent was
bewildered enough without confusing possessive pronouns to make things
worse.

    -œHuh?  Oh.  Um, yes, I guess so, - he said.

    -œGreat! - Emma said.   -œOk Slave Aaron, please fuck her ass.  For
our entertainment. -

   I pushed my slick member in to penetrate Jess' sphincter.  Despite the
heavy lubrication, she grunted softly and rocked forward a tiny bit.

   Once she stopped moving, I pushed in the rest of the way until my thighs
reached her ass cheeks.  I heard her let out a gasp.

    -œK, Slave Aaron, start fucking! - Emma said from the table.  Wow,
that was a sudden change.   -œBrent, come finish your meal while they screw
for us. -

    -œYes, M-- Emma, - he said.  I am 90% sure he was going to either say
Mistress or Ma'am.  Damn, that was fast.  He stood up and returned to his
seat.  He didn't eat, though, as he was too preoccupied with the sex show
in front of him.

   Following orders, I started pumping in and out of Jess' ass.  I
reflected that I was getting anal again in less than a week.  This was
better than Christmas.  Jess' body rocked back and forth against the carpet
as I thrusted.

    -œMistress Emma, - Jess said in between grunts,  -œhow long should,
unh, Slave Aaron fuck me, unh, for? -

   Emma wasn't sure how to answer at first.   -œUm...  I guess until Slave
Aaron cums.  Well, until he tries to cum, that is. -

   I groaned as I was reminded that I had another frustrated held back
orgasm coming.  I wasn't about to stop though.

   I pumped in and out of Jess' bottom for about five minutes.  It felt
incredible, but the excessive lube coupled with the soreness of my cock
kept me from approaching orgasm.  Jess sensed it and decided to speed
things along.

   I felt her rhythmically clench her ass on my member in time to the
thrusts.  Before long, I felt my orgasm build.  Another five minutes
(neither Emma nor Brent was eating at this point) and Jess went even
further, slamming her ass cheeks back against me as I stroked in to her.

    -œOhh, God! - I screamed as my orgasm hit....  then groaned as it was
held back by the cock ring again.  The blue-ball sensation was agonizing;
then again, I wasn't the one getting fucked in the ass for the past ten
minutes, so I knew I probably shouldn't be complaining.

   With a low growl, I slid from Jess' ass.

    -œExcellent job, Slave Aaron!  You did a fine job of fucking Jess' ass!
- Emma congratulated.  I forced a smile and gave a bow to both of them. 
Jess stayed where she was on the floor.

    -œMistress Emma, - she said,  -œI can't help but notice that Sir Brent
has what appears to be an uncomfortable looking bulge in his pants.  I
apologize for looking at his crotch without permission, but as a good
slave, I aim to keep my Master and Mistress happy.  Perhaps Sir Brent would
like to fuck my ass, too?  I am already very slick there and haven't had
any seed squirted there yet. -

   Brent coughed and choked.

    -œHow about it Brent? - Emma asked.   -œWould you like to fuck her
ass, too?  You have my permission.  I'd like to watch even. -

   Brent seemed to consider for only a millisecond.   -œNo, I can't, I'm
sorry. -

   Emma should have made it an order, I thought.  He would have caved. 
Could be too much for one night, though.

   Jess stood up and approached the table.  She dropped down on the side of
Brent's chair.

    -œWell, will Sir Brent at least allow this slave to pleasure him
orally? If I don't take care of my Master, I fear that Mistress may punish
me later.  You wouldn't want that to happen to me, would you? -

   I recalled Jess using this technique at Heather's graduation party.  It
worked just as successfully here too.

    -œYes! - Emma agreed readily.   -œI would have to punish the slave for
not keeping us happy. -

    -œWhat!  No!  I mean.... -

   Jess took that for consent.

    -œSo, Slave Jess can pleasure you orally? - she said, already reaching
for his pants.

   Emma answered first.   -œYes, Slave Jess, you may pleasure him orally.
Brent, stand up so she can take your pants down and blow you. -

   A flustered Brent stood up.  Jess worked fast to get his pants
unbuttoned and down to the floor before he could over-think things.

   Instinctively, he moved to cover himself but Jess pushed his hands aside
as she pulled his underwear down, too.

   I was relieved to see that he was about the same size as me.  I hated
being the smallest naked guy in the room.

   Without another word, Jess' mouth was on his cock.

    -œOooh, ohhhh, - Brent said, craning his neck back.

   Jess abruptly withdrew from his cock.

    -œMistress Emma, perhaps Slave Aaron should kneel next to me to
observe? In case he should be asked to fellate a Master at some point, -
she suggested.

   Now THAT got a reaction out of Emma who was momentarily speechless.

    -œHoly shit, Jess, has he ever done that? - she exclaimed, breaking
character for the moment.

    -œNot YET, Mistress Emma.  But you never know, - she said with a
mischievous gleam in her eye.

    -œUm, yeah, Aaron, go watch, - Emma said, still flustered.

    -œYes, Mistress, - I said grudgingly.  I took my erection and knelt on
the side of Jess.

   Jess teased the rim of Brent's cock with her tongue before taking him
back into her mouth.  I had to kneel there and watch as another man's cock
slid in and out of my wife's face.  Not that it was the first time.  And
the humiliation of kneeling and watching was the whole point, despite the
B.S.  about  -œlearning. -

    -œOooh, God, that's amazing... - Brent moaned.  His head was back and
his eyes were closed as he savored Jess' blow-job.

   Jess' hand came up and cupped Brent's balls, rolling them between her
fingers.  Her other hand reached around to his ass, her fingers sliding
along his ass crack.

   The sudden sensation of Jess touching his ass pushed him over the edge
and he grunted as he came into my wife's mouth.

    -œBe sure to swallow all of it, Slave Jess! - Emma said, giggling.  As
if Jess wouldn't have.  Pfft.

   And swallow she did as Brent shot squirt after squirt into her.  Jess
continued fondling his balls until his orgasm subsided.  Brent had to grab
the edge of the table to steady himself.

   Withdrawing from his cock, Jess stood up and helped him sit back down at
the table.

    -œWow... - was all he could say.

   Chapter 61

   Jess sat herself down on Brent's lap and put an arm around his neck. 
She played idly with his hair while he recovered from his orgasm.

    -œSo, Sir Brent, - Jess began,  -œhow do you feel now about things? -

   Before he could answer, Jess reached down with her other hand and used a
finger to scoop up some residual cum leaking from his shrinking member. 
The finger went into her mouth and she sucked on it while waiting for his
response.

    -œUm, I, um, I don't know... - he said uncertainly.

   Jess made a sad face.

    -œSir Brent, did we not do a good job?  Perhaps you would have
preferred that slave Aaron pleasure you? -

    -œWhat?!  NO! - Brent shouted.  You would have thought Jess had
suggested volunteering for medieval torture.

    -œThen what is it, Sir Brent? - Jess asked meekly.

   Brent sighed.  Jess reached back down and toyed with his soft cock while
he thought.

    -œLook, this is all very new to me... - He looked over to Emma while
Jess continued to fondle him.

    -œI really like you, Emma.  A lot.  And if this is what makes you
happy....  I'm on board, - he said finally.  I thought it very big of him
to agree to oral and anal sex with women that weren't his girlfriend.  For
Emma's sake.  Such a hero.

    -œSlave Jess is very glad to hear that, - Jess said, putting both
hands around Brent's neck.  She leaned in and kissed him on the lips
passionately while Emma and I watched.  Speaking in the third person
annoyed me, I thought idly as they swapped spit.

    -œIs there any other way that Sir Brent would like to play with the
slaves? - Jess asked.  Brent didn't answer; he just looked into Jess'
eyes.

   Emma stood up and walked over to Jess' side.  She reached out and put a
finger under Jess' chin, turning her head to face Emma's.

   Emma held Jess' gaze as she reached around with her other hand for Jess'
ass.  Emma's middle finger found Jess' still-well-lubed ass crack and
slipped right up into her butt-hole.  Jess gasped as the digit penetrated
her.  I'm sure it didn't hurt, but I'm also sure Emma's brazenness took her
by surprise.

   Emma kissed Jess on the lips as she finger fucked Jess' ass on her
boyfriend's lap.  Jess moaned and wriggled in front of him.

    -œSlave Jess, - Emma said,  -œPlease play with your pussy until you
cum on Brent's lap. -

    -œYes, Mistress, - Jess said, smiling.  She returned her gaze to meet
Brent's.

   Jess removed one hand from around Brent's neck and moved it to the top
of her pussy.  She found her clit and flicked away at it while Emma
continued to finger her butt.

   As she rubbed, she rocked her pelvis against Brent's leg.  Emma made
sure to follow her back and forth so that Emma's own finger didn't fall out
of her neighbor's ass.

   Jess leaned in and placed her head on Brent's shoulder.

    -œMmmmm... - she moaned against him as she frigged her clit.  Brent
could feel her smooth pussy rubbing against his skin and he realized he was
growing erect again.

    -œSlave Jess, - Emma said, knuckles colliding with Jess' ass cheeks, 
-œplease ask Brent for permission to cum. -

    -œOooo... - she cooed, still playing with her pussy,  -œSir Brent, may
this slave please have permission to orgasm for you?  Mmmmm.... -

    -œUh, yes, sure.  You may, - Brent said, eyes locked on the hand
playing with her pussy.

    -œMmmm...  thank you, Master, - Jess answered, eyes closed as she held
Brent's neck tight.

    -œOoo, oohh, OH! - she cried out as the orgasm hit her.  Emma buried
her digit into Jess' ass as deep as she could and held it there as Jess
climaxed.  She could feel Jess' rectum closing on her finger with each wave
of pleasure (and realized that must have been what it felt like when Jess
fingered her own ass a few days earlier.)

    -œOooohhhh, thank you, Master, - Jess repeated as she fell away from
Brent.  Emma withdrew her finger from Jess.

    -œMaster, - Jess said, looking down and seeing Brent's erection had
returned,  -œI see that you are aroused again.  Perhaps now you would like
to fuck this slave's ass? -

   Brent looked down at his member in alarm; I'm not sure what he expected
to see there.

    -œYes, - Emma said before he could answer,  -œHe will.  Slave, please
seat yourself on his erection. - She knew this time that she would have to
act fast so that Brent wouldn't have time to refuse.  It worked.

   Jess turned around quickly and pointed her ass at Brent.

    -œSlave Aaron, - Jess said to me,  -œcould you help Sir Brent impale
this slave with his cock? -

   I groaned very softly.  I didn't really object to the guy that I had
just met fucking my wife; after all, our relationship meant that I got
plenty of action from strange women that I wouldn't otherwise.  It was more
that I wasn't fond of handling another guy's junk.  On the other hand, he
probably wasn't particularly fond of having another guy handle his junk
either, even if fucking my wife in the ass was the end result.

   I dropped down on my knees on to the side of Brent's leg.  His erection
was sticking up and pointing at Jess' ass.  I took a deep breath.

   Reaching in between Brent's crotch and Jess' butt cheeks, I grimaced as
I wrapped my hand loosely around Brent's cock.  As quickly as I was able, I
moved it in line with Jess' rosebud.  She felt it touch the inside of an
ass cheek and lowered herself until she was pressing lightly against the
head of his member.

    -œSlave Aaron, could you apply some lube to Master Brent before he
penetrates me? - Jess asked.  I could see she was trying to control a
smirk.  I glowered at her.

    -œSlave Aaron, - Jess continued, her tone suddenly harsh,  -œdo you
have a problem with that request?  Because I'm sure Mistress Emma will have
no problem punishing you for refusal. -

   Emma's eyebrows rose in surprise but she said nothing.

    -œNo, slave Jess, - I said through clenched teeth,  -œno problem
whatsoever. -

   I went to retrieve the lube from the shelf that I had set it down on
earlier.  I knew that Jess had to be uncomfortable in her position hovering
over Brent's cock, so I made sure to take my sweet-ass time getting the
lube and returning with it.  It was petty, but hey.

   Jess gave no indication of discomfort, though, as she waited patiently;
she was the perfect slave-girl, really.

   I flipped open the lid on the bottle and dropped to the side of Brent
again.  He was looking down at me in quiet alarm.  His discomfort pleased
me.  Again, petty, I know.

   I squirted a little onto his hard rod and the sudden coolness made him
jerk upwards; that caused the tip of his erection to pierce Jess' asshole
unexpectedly and she cried out with an  -œEek! -

   Brent immediately withdrew.  Once his ass was back on the chair, I
reached over and wrapped my hand around his rod just enough to work the
lube in; long enough to keep myself from being punished, but no further.  I
knew how to play the game.

    -œOk, Slave Jess.  He can fuck you now, - I said dryly.

    -œSlave Aaron, you don't have the authority to give that permission, -
she reminded me in a similar tone.

    -œSorry, slave Jess, - I said.  I stuck my tongue out at her very
briefly while no one else was looking.  I saw her stifle a chuckle.

    -œOk, ok, - Emma said impatiently.   -œI have authority, right? 
Brent, fuck Jess' ass already. -

   There really wasn't much for Brent to do given the position, but Jess
took over and lowered herself onto his erection.

   Slowly his cock head slid past her sphincter, then into her rectum until
she was seated on his thighs.  Brent let out a loud moan as her tight ass
swallowed his member.

   She gave her anal muscles a squeeze.   -œOoooooh, Gooooddd! - he cried
out from behind her.

   Emma moved over to Brent's side and put a hand on his shoulder.  She
watched with pleasure as Jess slowly slid her body up and down on Brent's
lap.

    -œBrent, - Emma said into his ear,  -œAre you enjoying this? -

   Brent answered with another low moan of pleasure.  Emma wasn't letting
it go that easily, though.

    -œTell me, Brent.  Do you enjoy having this hot girl's ass swallow your
cock?  Does it feel good? -

    -œOooo, yes.  Yes, Emma, it does, oooohhh.... - he groaned, eyes
closed tightly shut.

   Emma saw his manhood exposed as Jess' body moved on an upward stroke and
he exited her rectum.  A moment later, she was moving back down and his
cock disappeared inside her again.

    -œCum for me, Brent, - Emma said to him.   -œCum inside Jess' tight
ass.  Shoot your load into her. -

   I was mesmerized by how Emma was speaking to him.  I'd never heard her
talk dirty like that before that.

    -œUuuuggghhh.... - was all Brent could say.

    -œDo it, Brent.  Cum.  Cum for me! - Her voice wasn't whispering
anymore; she was basically shouting it in our apartment.

   Brent did cum for her, and hard.  He grunted loudly as he exploded into
my wife's rectum.  I saw his legs tense and his body heave forward with
each squirt into her.  Emma was smiling as she rubbed the back of his head.
In the middle of one spasm, Emma leaned over and kissed him on the lips. 
He didn't open his eyes but returned the kiss passionately.

   Once Jess felt that he was spent, she carefully slid off of Brent's
shaft.  I could see his semen oozing from her back-door entrance.  Jess
couldn't see it, but she could feel it.

    -œMistress Emma, - she said, standing awkwardly,  -œWould you allow
slave Aaron to get a towel and clean me back there? -

   Emma started to say yes, but then stopped and thought.

    -œNo, he may not, - she answered.  Jess looked surprised for the first
time that night.  Emma continued before Jess could say anything, though.

    -œAaron, you may get a towel and set it on the floor for Jess to stand
on so that if any of Brent's seed leaks out, it won't stain the rug.  But I
want Jess to stand there with his jizz in her bum. -

   Jess smiled at her.   -œAs you wish, Mistress. -

   I ran and got the towel as directed and laid it on the floor.  Jess
stopped onto it.

    -œJess, reach around and pull your cheeks apart so I can see, - Emma
said.

   Walking behind her, Emma checked out the cum covered asshole being
presented to her.  As expected, a large blob dripped onto the towel below
as she did so.

   Emma raked her nails across Jess' ass cheek causing Jess to shiver.

    -œYou may release, Slave, - Emma said, walking back around in front of
her.  Emma leaned in and kissed Jess, letting her fingers wander down to
Jess' dripping pussy lips.  She stuck two fingers into my wife as they
locked lips.

   My cock was throbbing; it had been restrained and tormented all evening
and this display wasn't helping.

    -œMistress Emma, - I began meekly.  Emma turned to me; she actually
looked angry at being bothered.

    -œYes, what is it? - Her tone indicated that she WAS angry.  Oh boy.

    -œUm, Mistress, I was wondering if, uh, I could be allowed to orgasm,
Ma'am, - I said, my head hung.

   Emma didn't answer for a long while.  I didn't dare look up.

    -œNo, you may not, Slave, - she said finally.   -œNo cumming for you
tonight.  I want you to stay frustrated like that. - She reached over and
flicked my erection with her finger, causing it to bounce up and down.

   I groaned loudly, my displeasure evident..  And shouldn't have.  Emma's
eyes narrowed.

    -œIs something wrong, slave? - she asked icily.  I could see Jess
trying hard not to giggle at my situation.

    -œNo, Ma'am, nothing at all, - I answered quickly, realizing I had
fucked up..

    -œPerhaps you've forgotten your place, is that it? - she continued.

    -œNo, Ma'am. -

    -œI think you have, - she said, nodding slowly.   -œSlave Jess, do you
have a paddle? -

   Chapter 62



    -œOf course, Mistress, - Jess replied.   -œWhat home is complete
without one? - Her smile was ear to ear as she scurried off to our
bedroom.

   She returned moments later with our paddle.  It was about a foot and a
half long and wrapped in leather.  Emma took it from Jess and ran her
fingers over it.  As with most of our toys, it was handsomely made.

   Turning it over, Emma laughed out loud as she saw the opposite side. 
Imprinted in the leather was the word  -œSLUT -, mirror imaged.  When it
struck the skin, it would leave the word momentarily etched into my (or,
occasionally, Jess') ass cheek.

    -œI love it! - Emma said, admiring it.

    -œThank you, Mistress.  It gets the job done, I assure you, - Jess
said.

   Emma had started out all gung-ho, but then she didn't know how to
proceed with actually paddling me (or anyone else for that matter.) Jess
saw her uncertainty and leaned over to whisper in to her ear.  Emma
listened intently; she smiled several times and finally nodded once Jess
finished.

    -œOk, Slave Aaron, on the floor.  Face to the carpet and present your
butt to me! - she said with more confidence than she felt.  I did exactly
as I was told.

    -œOk, for your, uh,- - she turned back to Jess who whispered again.  
-œImpertinence!  For your impertinence you will get, um, - - she paused to
consider before continuing-  -œfive whacks from the paddle.  Five should be
enough to humble you. -

   I heard more whispering behind me from Jess.  I hoped to God that Jess
wasn't suggesting that I needed more swats.

    -œOh! - Emma exclaimed.   -œAnd you are to thank me after each one. -

    -œYes, Mistress, - I said quietly.

   Emma hefted the paddle in her hand, getting a feel for it.  She made a
few practice swings in the air behind above me.  I shivered at the sound of
the WHOOSH it made.

   Taking up position behind me, Emma eyed my waiting ass.  I couldn't see
it, but she swallowed hard, her anxiety level running high at the idea of
paddling me.  I don't know why; it's not like HER ass was about to get
reddened.

   SWISH-CRACK!  I felt the bee sting of the paddle connecting with my
cheek.  I cried out, more in surprise than pain.  Emma hadn't really hit me
that hard.

   I panted a bit and wiggled as I braced for the next one.  It didn't come
and Jess cleared her throat behind me.

    -œOh! - I said hurriedly.   -œThank you, Mistress Emma! -

   I felt a finger touch a spot on my ass.

    -œLook!  You really can read 'SLUT'! - Emma exclaimed.

    -œYes, it fades pretty quickly though.  But it's funny as hell, isn't
it? - Jess agreed.

    -œYeah, especially considering he IS a slut, - Emma said with a
chuckle.  It was true.

   Without warning, my ass was struck again.  Emma was a bit more forceful
this time, but not by much.  I made sure to cry out again anyway; I
wouldn't want to give her an excuse to think she had to be tougher on me.

    -œThank you, Mistress Emma! - I was sure to say that time.  Her(?)
hand massaged my cheek.  That actually caused more pain than the paddle
itself and I winced as a result.

   The next strike hit my other cheek.

    -œGotta make sure we redden both of those cheeks evenly, - Emma said.
I thanked her again and heard more whispering behind me.

   There was silence for a few moments and I began to grow nervous.  My
nervousness was well founded as the next thing I felt was the edge of the
paddle running upwards between my ass cheeks.

   Involuntarily, I clenched hard and grabbed the paddle.  Emma merely held
it there until I released.

   Once the paddle left my ass crack, she moved south to my ball sack.  The
edge of the paddle brushed along the center of my testes causing me to
shiver.

   Another thing I couldn't see from my vantage point was Brent, crossing
his legs and wincing as he witnessed my abuse at the hands of his
girlfriend.

   The paddle left my sack just long enough to return, the flat side
tapping lightly against my balls.  She did it just hard enough to make my
toes curl as I jerked upwards.

   In the end, the next whack was still to my ass cheek and not to anything
more sensitive.  Thank goodness for that.

    -œOoooh, thank you, Mistress! - I said, legitimately grateful this
time.

   Emma leaned over to speak in my ear.

    -œWho does this ass belong to? - Emma asked.

    -œYou, Mistress!  You! - I blurted out.

    -œDon't you forget it, - she said.  The words were harsh, but her tone
was playful.

   The final swat went to the center of both cheeks, right along my ass
crack.  I guess she didn't want to favor one cheek over the other.  I
thanked her for the final time.

   She walked around to my front.

    -œUp on all fours, - she commanded.  I pushed myself up from the rug
as directed and looked up at her.  She squatted down in front of me and
cupped my chin in the hand not holding the paddle.

   She smiled at me warmly as she leaned in and kissed me on the lips,
rather passionately considering that my wife and her boyfriend were both
only a few feet away.

    -œOk, you may stand up now, - she said, raising herself.

    -œAre you sorry for your tone earlier? - she asked.

    -œYes, Ma'am.  Very sorry, - I said, rubbing my stinging cheeks with
both hands.

    -œGood.  Don't forget that feeling in your butt because there's plenty
more where that came from, - she said.

   Jess leaned over and whispered yet again.  I groaned (inwardly!  I'd
learned my lesson) as those whispers always spelled bad news for me.  And I
was right.

   Emma's eyes darted down to my erection and went wide.  She looked to
Jess and nodded to her before returning her gaze to me.

    -œSo, this all started because you wished to masturbate for us.  Would
you like to masturbate now? - she asked.  She was smirking as she asked
and I could sense it was a trap, but didn't know how to avoid it.

    -œYes, Ma'am, very much, - I replied.

    -œOk, then go ahead, - she said.  She made a stroking motion in the
air.  In case I didn't know how it was done.

   I paused a beat.  My experience told me that I was still being setup,
but my cock, which had been restrained the whole night, was aching and
engorged.  I reached down to remove the cock ring.

    -œUh, uh.  I didn't say you could take that off, - Emma said, wagging
her finger in reproach.

   I paused again.   -œBut I can't masturbate with this on! - I protested.
 -œMistress! - I added at the last second.

    -œSure you can, - Jess said.   -œYou just won't get to orgasm. -

   I nearly groaned but stopped myself.

    -œNever mind, Mistress.  I'll just skip it, - I said.  My shoulders
slumped.

    -œNo.  You won't, - Emma said sternly.   -œStart stroking.  NOW. -



   Chapter 63

   I took a deep breath before beginning, but didn't push my luck in
delaying the inevitable.

   I reached down and touched my cock.  It was the red/purple color of a
bruise from being restrained for so long and was sore to the touch.

   I touched just the rim of my cock, wrapping two fingers into a circle
and avoiding touching my aching shaft.  I hoped that neither Emma nor Jess
would complain about my technique.  Brent still had his legs crossed and
stared at me, entranced.

   The two girls standing in front saw me jump a bit as I touched myself.
The sensitive head felt good in a way since I was nearly at the point of
begging for release, but I knew I wasn't going to get any.

    -œWhy don't you lay on your back for us? - Jess suggested.  I dropped
down to the floor; my crotch pointed towards them and I bent my legs at the
knees.

    -œMistress Emma, why don't you grab one leg and I'll grab the other? -
Jess suggested next.

   Emma shrugged and bent over.  She took my calf in her hands and lifted
my leg straight up in the air.  Jess did the same with my other one.

   That left both girls standing directly above me, looking straight down
as I toyed with my bound-up cock.  Jess had actually managed to make the
horrible situation even more embarrassing.

   The girls had a perfect view as my thumb and forefinger resumed teasing
my cock head.  The ache in my groin was immense but I closed my eyes and
tried to forget where I was to concentrate.

   I couldn't see it, but Jess nudged Emma and pointed to my closed eyes.

    -œSlave Aaron, - Emma said,  -œopen your eyes and look at us. -

   I sighed, though not loudly enough that I thought she would hear, and
did as ordered.

   Fortunately, if you can look at it that way, I was ragingly horny enough
that I wouldn't have to play with myself for very long.  I forced a smile
up at the two girls as they, and Brent, watched me tease my cock head over
and over.

   As my orgasm approached, I began trying to clench my ass cheeks.  The
girls could feel it as they held my legs spread apart.  Jess responded by
taking her big toe on one foot and lodging it in my ass crack.  It caused
me to jerk, but I continued my masturbating.

   My groan as my orgasm hit (or rather, tried to) was loud enough to
startle Brent.  My face contoured and I tried to pull my legs closed as the
ache in my balls flooded in.  The two girls, however, held me in place,
spread eagle, until I stopped struggling.

   Once I had, Emma dropped down to the floor next to me and kissed me on
the forehead.  With her hand, she ruffled my hair.

    -œThere, there, I know, poor baby, - she cooed.  I scowled up at her,
but said nothing.

    -œThank you, Mistress Emma, for allowing me to masturbate, - I spat
out, probably a bit more nastily than I should have.  She didn't punish me
for it though.  Instead, she let her other hand slide down to my ball sack.
I jumped at the touch.

   Leaning over, she whispered in my ear.

    -œI know this sucks and thank you for everything you guys are doing
tonight.  I promise I'll make it up to you. -

   She kissed me on the lips before standing back up.  She and Jess helped
me up off the floor.

   In squatting to help me up, a blob of cum fell out of Jess' ass onto the
floor.  Fortunately for our carpeting, she was right at the edge of the
towel still.

   Emma frowned at the cum spot.

    -œHmmm...  I feel like we should be doing something about that... -
she muttered.

   Jess leaned over and there was more whispering.  I immediately tensed up
and stopped breathing.  This time, I needn't have, but the girls had given
me plenty of reason to be paranoid that night.

   Emma looked at Jess' ass in shock before looking back to her face.  Jess
nodded firmly.

   Emma, without looking at me, spoke.

    -œSlave Aaron, can you get the...  the enema equipment.  So we can
clean Slave Jess' butt out. -

   Chapter 64

   I breathed a massive sigh of relief that I wasn't to be the center of
attention.

    -œYes, Mistress!  Right away! - I said, running straight to the
bathroom to get our gear.

   It took me a few minutes to fill the enema bag with the necessary warm
water and gather up everything that would be needed.

   When I returned, I saw that Jess was kneeling on the towel, her face to
the floor.

   I pulled a rubber glove onto my hand.  I squirted some lube onto the
enema nozzle and worked my gloved hand over it.

   Neither Brent nor Emma had ever seen someone get an enema; as a result,
they both watched in rapt silence.

   Jess reached behind to pull her ass cheeks apart.  I aimed the tube at
her hole but then paused.

    -œMaster Brent, - I said, holding the tube like a pet snake,  -œwould
you like to shove this nozzle into Slave Jess' ass? -

   Jess' head jerked around and frowned at me.  Brent, having no experience
with this sort of thing, could likely make this very uncomfortable for her.
I was quite aware of that myself and was smiling broadly at finally being
able to get some small revenge.

   Brent, himself, was startled at being addressed and jumped to his feet
as if I had given some sort of order with the threat of physical violence.

    -œHe'll be happy to, - Emma answered for him.  Emma looked to him and
nodded her head towards Jess.

   Brent walked over, still naked from the waist down, and stood next to
me. I handed the tube to him which he just held dumbly.

    -œUh, do I need to lube her up or something? - he asked.  I answered
before Jess could.

    -œNo, between the lube on the tube and nozzle already and all of your
cum in her back door, she should be just fine. -

   Uncertainly, he pointed the tip at Jess' asshole menacingly.  I saw him
take a breath before he moved in with it.

   Just before the nozzle reached her sphincter, his nervousness made the
tube wiggle and it missed the bullseye, instead striking the dimple just
above her asshole.

    -œOoof! - Jess exclaimed, rocking forward.

    -œOh, I'm sorry! - Brent said, pulling back immediately.

    -œIt's ok, Master.  It happens, - Jess said patiently through clenched
teeth.  She cautiously pushed back into position.

    -œHold the tip of the nozzle with your other hand, - I said helpfully.
 -œThat will steady it and you can position it right at the entrance. 
Then, work the tip in until her ass closes around it. - My advice was
actually helpful since I didn't want him to, like, actually BREAK her or
anything.

   Brent did as I instructed and I watched as the nozzle poked at her
rosebud.  Jess knew better than to tense up.  Thanks to the lube on the
nozzle and all the excitement her ass had had for the night, the tip popped
right in as soon as Brent placed it there.

   Once inside her, Brent looked over to see if he had hurt her.  He hadn't
and, as such, he saw no real reaction on her face.  In fact, between the
lube and the jizz filling her ass still, Jess had barely felt it enter her.

   Seeing that she hadn't been skewered, Brent started pushing the tube
into her.  That she DID feel, as he pushed it in too far and too fast.

    -œEeek! - she shrieked.  I saw her clench her cheeks, or try to
anyway. It had no effect at stopping the invader sliding into her rectum.

    -œWhoa, cowboy!  Back up! - I said hurried, reaching for the tube.

    -œOh, God, I'm so sorry! - Brent said.  He yanked the tube back in a
rush before I could get to it.  Fortunately, he still left the nozzle tip
in and didn't retract it fully.

    -œIt's ok! - Jess croaked over her shoulder and I could hear her
panting.

    -œJust insert the tube far enough to ensure the water flows in.  We
aren't giving her a colonoscopy, - I said.

    -œGot it! - he replied.  He proceeded to slide it back in with
concentration rarely seen outside of a operating room.

   I hung the water filled bag from a hook hanging from the mantle nearby.
Our guests didn't know it, but the empty hook was there for this explicit
purpose.

    -œOk, ask the patient if she is ready for her enema, - I directed.  I
had trouble maintaining a straight face as Brent walked over to Jess'
front. I'm sure she was rolling her eyes.

    -œUh, are you ready for, uh, the enema, Miss? - Brent asked nervously.
Addressing the  -œslave - as  -œMiss - was probably not proper protocol,
but you can't fault the guy for politeness.

   Jess smiled up at him for it.   -œYes, Master, I'm ready. - She gave
him a thumbs up.

    -œOk, - I said to Brent,  -œturn this valve counter-clockwise a
quarter turn to start the flow. -

   He watched as the water raced down into my wife's colon.  As it did, I
continued my lecture.

    -œThe amount of water you use will depend on how clean you want the
patient to be, and how experienced they are with receiving enemas.  An
expert like Slave Jess here can take the whole bag, no problem, - I
explained.  Actually, the bag was fuller than she would normally take, but
my aching cock forced me to fill it more than usual.  So sue me.

    -œAs it goes in, it helps to rub the patient's abdomen.  It helps to
soothe any cramping that may arise. - It would also be cute to watch him
rub her stomach while a tube stuck out of from butt, but that was
incidental.

   Dutifully, he knelt on her left side and reached under her to stroke her
belly.  Emma had mentioned at some point that he had a pug that she had
baby-sat.  I wondered idly if that was how he rubbed his dog's belly.

   The bag was about half empty.   -œAre you ok?  Is there anything I can
do for you? - he asked her.  Excellent bedside manner, I thought.

    -œNope, - Jess choked.  I could see on her face that she was cramping
a bit, despite Brent's massage.   -œJust peachy, - she finished.  Ok,
perhaps cramping more than  -œa bit. - Perhaps I had gone overboard with
filling the bag...

    -œIt helps to rub the patient's buttocks to calm them as well, - I
suggested 'helpfully.' Total bull shit, of course, and probably not a
practice most nurses nor the AMA would recommend, but he didn't question
it. I noticed Jess give me a sideways glance, but she didn't contradict me
either.  I caught Emma snicker at my use of the word  -œbuttocks. -

   One hand was making circles around her stomach while his other hand did
the same on her ass cheek.  The bag was at the three-quarter mark and Jess
was moaning now.  That was her usual volume, but not that day.

    -œAs you reach the end, you should move the tube in and out a bit to
maintain the flow. - That was even more bullshitty than my last bullshit,
but Jess still played along.  If anything, it would make things worse for
her.

   Brent moved his hand from her ass to tube and did exactly as I said,
sliding it an inch in and out of her ass.  The sensation made her toes curl
and I saw her hands clenching.  I knew what that must feel like, the tube
tickling the rim of her sphincter would make her want to clench back there
which would in turn put even more pressure on her insides.

   As the last of the bag emptied into her, I could tell she was having
difficulty taking it all.  Her stomach was clearly distended and she was
breathing heavy.  Jess, though, was not one to cry uncle and this
experience would be no exception.

    -œNow what do I do? - Brent asked, seeing that the fluid flow had
ceased.

    -œNow we leave it in her for ninety minutes to clean her out fully, -
I said dead-pan.

    -œWhat?! - Jess shouted towards me.  I'd finally gotten a rise out of
her.

    -œUh, Slave Aaron- - Emma began, suddenly concerned..

    -œI'm only joking, geez, lighten up people, - I said.  I picked up a
relatively small butt plug from my pile and lubed it as I had the tube.  It
was stainless steel with a pretty blue  -œjewel - in the base.  It had
been a birthday gift to me from Jess the previous year, but we both got to
play with it.  I continued with my more serious instructions.

    -œOk, you are going to slide out the tube- wait, not yet!  - you'll
slide out the tube, giving her plenty of warning to clench and hold the
liquid in.  Then, right after removing it, you'll pop this plug into her.
She'll grunt a bit, but it'll go in easily enough, - I said, handing the
plug to him.

   He held it in one hand as he began withdrawing the tube until he saw the
base of the nozzle ready to pop out.

    -œOh, I'm going to remove it now.  Are you ready? - Brent asked her.

   Jess gave a thumbs up but didn't reply audibly.  She was clearly still
breathing heavily from the large quantity of fluid sloshing around in her
colon.

   Brent slid the nozzle out the rest of the way and I saw Jess quickly
squeeze her butt closed.  She was biting her lower lip as she did so.

   Brent pulled her cheeks back apart and placed the plug at her entrance.
Without preamble, she pushed it in and it went in like a cork into a bottle
(and serving the exact same function.) His hand hovered over it for a
second, perhaps to see if it would unexpectedly shoot back out like a
missile or something, but it didn't.

   Plugged up, Jess relaxed a bit.  I put my hand out to help her stand up.

    -œSlave Aaron, - she said, between pants,  -œI think that was a larger
enema than usual.  I'll remember that. - The menace in her tone was
unmistakable and I knew I'd regret it eventually, but not right then.  I
continued speaking as if I hadn't heard her.

    -œNormally we would use a smaller volume of water, - I said, directing
my speech to Brent again,  -œand leave it in for fifteen minutes or so. 
For today's purposes however, the walk to the bathroom should be more than
enough to clean the cum from inside her. -

   Jess hooked her arm around mine on one side and Brent took her other
arm. We both walked her (well, waddled her) to the bathroom.  I saw her
wince with each step, but she made sure to hurry herself along.  Emma
followed behind, mesmerized by the sight of Jess' naked body duck-walking
away with a huge round belly and the ceiling light dancing off the jewel in
the plug that held her cheeks apart.

    -œOk, you know the drill, - I said to Jess once we were safely in
sight of a toilet.  Jess bent over as best she could to present her ass to
Brent, giving him easy access at the butt plug.

    -œFor obvious reasons, it is best to give the patient a clear route to
the toilet once you are ready to remove the plug, - I stated.  Brent's
eyes darted to the toilet, then to Jess, then to me before giving me a firm
nod.

    -œThe plug is small and will pop right out, - I said.  Brent's hand
was already on the plug and tugging.  As described, it popped out
soundlessly.  Jess immediately pivoted to the toilet and sat down.

    -œWe should probably give her some privacy, - I said over the loud
sounds of splashing and spurting.  - - -

   After emptying herself and cleaning up, Jess returned to the living room
where we were all waiting.

    -œMistress Emma, - I said,  -œit is customary for the slaves to
present themselves for inspection after a cleansing. - This was mostly
true and Jess didn't dispute it.

   Jess turned away from Brent and Emma; she bent at the waist and grabbed
her calves, spreading her legs far enough apart to open her cheeks.

   Emma immediately stepped in and touched the area around her rosebud. 
What she was actually checking for, I have no idea, but I'm sure it seemed
like the right thing to do.

    -œPerhaps you'd like to stick a finger in to check her, Mistress Emma?
- I suggested.  I saw Jess lift her head just enough to give me a look. 
Emma considered a moment before deciding.

    -œNo, I don't think that will be necessary.  I think Jess' ass has had
enough of a workout tonight.  How 'bout you Brent?  Wanna shove a digit
into her butt? -

   Brent straightened up at his name being spoken.

    -œHuh?  No!  I mean, no, I don't need to do that.  She looks clean to
me, - he said after composing himself a bit.

   Jess straightened herself up and turned back to Brent and Emma to
address them.  She courtesied in front of thm.

    -œThank you, Master Brent, for cleaning out this slave's ass.  Not that
I mind having your amazing cum inside it.  Please feel free to cum inside
it whenever you like. -



   Chapter 65

    -œOk, Slave Jess, Slave Aaron, - Emma said, saving Brent from having
to respond,  -œI think this has been enough fun for one night.  Brent and I
should probably leave you two alone. -

    -œAs you wish, Mistress, - Jess said.  I repeated the phrase a beat
later.

   Jess knelt down in front of Brent.

    -œThank you, Master Brent, for playing with this slave's ass, mouth,
and pussy tonight.  I hope you will do so again in the future, - she said
to him.  She wasn't going to let him off the hook and she got Brent to
blush yet again, just as she wanted.

    -œUh, yeah, me too.  I mean, that is, if Emma wants us to, - he said.

   Emma looked down at Jess and reached down to her.  She caressed Jess
face before nuzzling Brent's neck.

    -œI do.  I want US to, - she said.

   They both walked away and Brent got dressed; Jess and I did not,
obviously.  Jess arose and we stood at attention waiting for them to
finish.

   Once they were decent, they headed towards the door.  I opened it like a
good little naked doorman while Jess stood at attention opposite me.

   At the door way, Emma paused in front of me and leaned in to my ear.

    -œI meant what I said.  I WILL make this up to you, - she said as she
let her fingers slide over my abused cock.

    -œThank you, Mistress, - I said.  I gave her a sincere smile and
kissed her cheek.

   Jess cupped Brent's ass cheek.   -œPlease CUM again soon, Master Brent.
- She kissed his cheek as well.

    -œThank you.  Both of you, - Brent said.   -œThis has been...  quite a
memorable night. -

   And with that, they made the long walk across the hall to Emma's
apartment.

   - - - -

   The door closed behind them and Jess and I were alone again.

    -œWow, that was an exciting night, - I exclaimed.  Jess came over and
bent down in front of me.

    -œI guess we can take this off of you now before you blow a blood
vessel or something, - she commented as she put her fingers around the
cock ring.  Pulling firmly, she rolled it off my sore member.  Just that
touch was almost enough to send me over the edge.

    -œOh god, that's a relief!  I'm so glad I can finally cum, - I said.
Jess stood back up and pointed a finger at me.

    -œOh no, you can't, - she said.  I was dumbfounded.

    -œHuh?  What are you talking about? - I asked.

    -œMistress Emma said you weren't allowed to cum tonight.  Don't you
remember? - she said with a mischievous smile.

    -œWhat!?  There is no 'Mistress Emma'! -

   Jess crossed her arms over her chest.   -œThose welts on your ass would
beg to differ. - I couldn't argue with that.

    -œBut she's not even here! - I tried.  Jess shrugged
unsympathetically.

    -œDoesn't matter.  An order is an order, - she said.  Then she added
thoughtfully,  -œAnd I think I'm going to have to cuff you tonight to keep
you from trying to relieve yourself without permission. -

    -œOh, come on! - I protested.

   And I went to bed that night shackled and frustrated.  Damn women.

   Chapter 66

   Bruiser didn't even wake up from his spot on the couch as both Brent and
Emma sat down on either side of him.  He did stir and sigh a bit.

    -œSo, what did you think?  And you can be honest.  If it's not your
thing- - Emma said, before Brent cut her off.

    -œIt was incredible! - he blurted out.  But then, he seemed to think
he was too excited.

    -œI mean, with you there and everything... - he said, not sure how to
save himself.  Emma just laughed.

    -œLook, I get it.  Remember, it was my idea to begin with.  It's FUN!
You don't need to feel guilty about any of it.  I know Jess is hot and I
know she is very talented in the bedroom.  And I'm GLAD she got you off. -

   Brent frowned.   -œBut I still feel like I'm cheating in some way... -

    -œJess had a long discussion with me about it.  'Cheating' involves
deception.  So long as everything is up front and open, I will never have
any problem with it.  But... - she waited for him to prompt her and he
did.

    -œBut what?  What is it? - he asked.

    -œBut, I have to know if you will be ok if I do things with them as
well.  This night was crafted for your benefit, and you didn't watch me do
anything with them.  This time.  Would you be ok with that? - she asked.

   Brent answered after a long pause to consider.

    -œYes.  Honestly Emma, I...  I think I am in love with you.  And I
would do ANYTHING for you.  Anything.  And anything that makes you happy, I
want for you. - Brent took her hands into his, above Bruiser's back.

   Emma flushed and smiled at him.  Softly she said,  -œI love you, too,
Brent. -

    -œI have to ask.... - Brent said,  -œWhere did you learn all that
Dominatrix stuff? -

   Emma's uproarious laughter was enough to wake Bruiser who shot her a
dirty look before settling back down.

    -œI've never done any of that before.  That was all Jess and I just did
my best to play along with her lead.  I'm glad to know my performance was
convincing! -

   Brent nodded enthusiastically.   -œIt was!  I had no idea! -

    -œI'm thinking the shock probably blinded you.  Or maybe it was just
the sight of Jess' huge tits, - Emma said with a smirk.  Brent blushed at
the mention of tits.

    -œDoes...  does being turned on by all that stuff make me some sort of
pervert? - he asked quietly.

   Emma laughed again.   -œProbably, but at least you are in good company
with us other perverts! -

   Brent was silent for a minute before apparently deciding something and
giving a nod.

    -œI'm ok with anything you want to do with them, whenever you want to.
If it makes you happy, it makes me happy. -  -œI'm glad you feel that way.
I think we are both in for a lot of fun in the future. -

    -œI do have to say though, - Brent continued.   -œFor right now, maybe
don't tell me about what you do with them unless I ask.  I'm sure I'll
become accepting of everything in time, but after last night, I suspect
that the stuff you guys do over there may be a bit too much for me to
handle.  But don't think that I am opposed to anything that you want to do
with them.  And I do mean anything.  I'm just not sure I'm ready to hear
about it all. -

   Emma smiled and leaned in to kiss him, cupping the back of his neck as
she did so.

    -œThank you.  That means a lot to me.  And how are you with spicing
things up a bit?  I mean, like, with the bondage and stuff. -

   Brent considered for a long time before answering.

    -œIt isn't anything I've ever done before....  but I have to say that
it was pretty hot.  Even just you on top of me while I was cuffed was
pretty amazing.  And you really seemed to be into the whole Mistress thing!
-

   Emma chuckled.   -œIt was definitely new to me!  But, yeah, I kind of
did get into it.  Jess actually bought me some toys of my own, if you want
to try them sometime. -

   Brent looked thoughtfully across the room.

    -œI think I've had enough for tonight, but yes...  Yes, I do. -

   Emma embraced him again.   -œMe too.... - she said as she looked into
his eyes.

    -œOk, - she said, releasing him.   -œI have clients to take care of in
the morning and I know you have work, so let's hit the sack.  Sound good?
-

   Brent nodded.   -œSure.  I just want to reiterate though, that anything
you want to do, you should do.  If it makes you happy, it makes me happy.
Got it? -

   Emma nodded back.   -œGot it.  But are you sure you mean it? - she
questioned.  Brent answered immediately.

    -œAbsolutely.  100%.  In fact....  in fact, tomorrow morning, you
should go over there.  And do something with them. -

   Emma raised her eyebrows.   -œDo what? -

    -œI don't know.  Something.  Anything.  Anything you want that makes
you guys happy.  Anything goes.  I have no doubt that you guys can figure
out something.  And I'm serious.  I know I said I didn't want to hear about
it, but in this case, I want you to.  Tomorrow night.  So that I know you
went through with it.  Because I don't want to think that my reservations
are holding you back in any way.  Got it? -

    -œGot it!  God, Brent....  I love you so much, - she finished softly.
Brent smiled back at her.

    -œI love you too, Em. -

   Chapter 67

   After a rather exhausting night, Brent and Emma both slept soundly that
night, Emma falling asleep in Brent's arms, him spooning her from behind.
Neither stirred until the next morning when the alarm sounded on Brent's
phone.

   Silencing it, he looked at the time.

    -œOh shit! - he said, pulling away and swinging his legs to the floor.
 -œI have to be at work in forty-five minutes!  And I still have to get
Bruiser home! -

   Emma stirred and yawned as she stretched.   -œDon't fret.  Just hop in
the shower and I'll fix you some breakfast while you do. - Emma waddled
away, naked and sleepy, towards the kitchen as Brent went to the bathroom.

   After showering, Brent dressed in his clothes from the day before and
met Emma out in the kitchen.  Emma was still completely nude and was eating
some mixed fruit in a bowl.  Across from her for Brent, she had set up a
plate with a bagel with cream cheese, a pear, and some sausage links.  The
kitchen was filled with the delicious smell coming from the cup of coffee
in front of it.

   She looked up from her bowl as he entered and smiled up at him.

    -œHey, sweetie, - she said.   -œI made you a plate.  I hope that's ok.
-

   He walked over and kissed her on the forehead before seating himself.

    -œYes, just fine, thank you, - he said.  He had a very brief pang of
sorrow; the boyfriend/girlfriend breakfast-at-the-table scene reminded him
of breakfast with his wife.  The fact that Emma's cute, naked body was in
front of him made him feel like he was cheating somehow.

   Except that he wasn't.  He shook off the feeling as he dove into the
food.

   They ate in silence, stealing glances at each other occasionally.  She
checked out his beautiful eyes, he checked out, well, pretty much
everything on her.  At least what he could see above the table, anyway.

   Emma finished her fruit first and made Bruiser his breakfast while Brent
finished.  She whistled with fingers between her lips.  The whistle was
piercingly loud and startled Brent a bit, but Emma didn't seem to notice.

    -œBruiser!  Here, boy! - she said.  Bruiser lazily trudged over and
dove into the bowl that Emma had set on the floor.

   Brent scooped up his empty plate and rushed it to the sink to wash it
while Emma's back was turned.  As he rinsed it, he felt Emma's thick body
press up against his, pushing him against the edge of the sink.  Her hands
came around and stroked his chest as he placed the dish in the strainer.

   Brent turned around and faced Emma, smiling down at her.  Emma pushed
her naked boobs against his chest while reaching behind to squeeze his ass
cheeks.  Brent let his own hands drift down to her butt as well, pulling
the cheeks apart just enough for his fingers to invade her ass crack.

    -œOk, - Brent said with a sigh.   -œI really have to leave to get
Bruiser back home and make it to work, - Brent said, eyeing the wall
clock. Emma smiled up to him and pulled her body against his.

    -œOrrrr... - she said,  -œyou could let Bruiser stay here.  And I
think I could find a way to use up the extra time.... -

   She finished the sentence as she reached down and unbuttoned his pants.
Brent said nothing and didn't protest at all, like a good little
submissive.

   Taking his silence for consent (not that she needed it,) Emma opened his
pants and pulled them down to the floor along with his underwear.

    -œHands behind your head, - Emma said with surprising (to both of
them) authority.  Brent's hands immediately responded.

   Emma dropped down to her knees in front of him and immediately took his
cock (helpfully erect) into her mouth.

   Time was of the essence, so she didn't waste much time dragging things
out.  His cock instantly disappeared between her lips until they touched
his pubic hair.

   She pulled back and frowned for a moment.  She took a tuft of his pubes
between her fingers and eyed it.

    -œTonight, we are going to shave you, - she said.  It was a statement,
not a question.  Brent understood that as well as he responded,  -œYes,
Ma'am. - 'Ma'am' was nice, but she'd have to work on 'Mistress' in the
future...

   She swallowed his member again, letting her lips trace down his manhood.
One hand cupped his ass cheek from behind while the other hand rolled his
balls around.

   Each time as she withdrew, she sucked on the rim of his cockhead before
teasing it with her tongue.  Brent instinctively withdrew his hands to move
them toward the back of her head.  As they approached her though, she
narrowed her eyes scornfully, her mouth still full of cock.  He met her
gaze and immediately moved his hands back to position behind his head. 
Emma's face brightened and she resumed sucking him off.

   Before long, Brent was cumming into Emma's mouth as she knealt on the
kitchen floor.  He grunted loudly without breaking stance.

   Emma swallowed his semen eagerly, using her hand to stroke his shaft of
every last drop.  Drained, Brent fell back against the sink behind him. 
The cold stainless steel touched his naked ass unexpectedly, and he jerked
forward, accidentally smashing his pelvis against her lips.

    -œOof! - she cried out, coughing on his manhood.

    -œOh, God, I'm sorry! - he said but she dismissed his apology with a
wave.  She pulled herself off of his member which was flaccid and oozing.
Emma watched as the last of his cum seeped from the tip and used her index
finger to scoop it up.  It promptly went into her mouth and she sucked the
digit clean with a grin up at him.

   Standing up, she grabbed a paper towel from the holder behind him,
letting her tits press against his chest in the process.  She folded it up
into a small square which she used to blot at his cock.  She used her
fingers to knead the flesh, ensuring that nothing else was dripping from
him.

    -œCan't have you leaking in your underwear all morning at work, - Emma
said with an off-hand tone.

    -œUh, thanks, - Brent said.

   Once she was confident that he was empty, she bent down and pulled his
pants and underwear back up for him, dressing him like a child on his first
day of school.  After getting sucked off by mom.

   Finished, she patted him on the crotch.

    -œOk, stud, get going before you're late for work! - she said with a
swat to his butt.

   Chapter 68

   Emma made no effort to hide her nudity as she opened the door for Brent.
She even stopped him as he was walking through the door to turn him around
and give him a final, long kiss before departing.  No one was in the
hallway to see her, but she wouldn't have cared if they were.

   Once she was alone, she ran across the living room and threw herself on
the couch, kicking her feet in the air in ecstatic glee as she giggled.

   Bruiser, his breakfast finished, sauntered over to see if anything
worthy of his attention was going on.

    -œHey, boy! - Emma said, rolling over onto her stomach to look at him.
Bruiser sniffed at her in acknowledgement.

    -œYour daddy has a very tasty cock, did you know that? - she asked the
pug playfully.   -œNo, probably not.  At least, I sure hope not.  But trust
me, he does.  And I just LOVE the feeling of him plowing it into me, too!
- She giggled some more.

   As she was talking to the pup about getting fucked by his owner, her
hand had drifted down between her legs and was lightly stroking her slit.
She hadn't even realized that she was doing it and hadn't realized how
horny she was.  She considered getting the dildo from her bedroom, but then
Brent's words from the day before occurred to her.

   Going into the bedroom, she put on a tight fitting t-shirt and a short
skirt, no underwear on under either item.  A pair of flat shoes completed
the ensemble.  Then she headed over to Jess and Aaron's.

    -œHey, girl, - Jess said, answering the door,  -œCome on in.  I was
actually just getting ready to call you. -

    -œOh? - Emma said before noticing me.

   I was sitting, pouting, on a metal folding chair, hands cuffed to the
rear bars.  My erection was pointing straight up between my legs.  I wasn't
wearing a cock ring, thankfully, but I still hadn't been allowed to orgasm
and was just about ready to die from terminal blueballs.  Terminal, I tell
you.

    -œWhat's going on? - Emma asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

   Jess answered for me.   -œNothing really.  Well, Aaron is horny as fuck
because you forbade him to cum, so I took the initiative to bind him so he
wouldn't be tempted to relieve himself, - she said off-handedly.

   Emma put her hand over her mouth in shock.  Apparently,  -œMistress -
Emma was gone and cute, innocent Neighbor Emma was back.

    -œOh, God, Aaron, I'm so sorry!  You've been like this all night? -
she asked.

    -œWell, not on this chair, - I said moodily.   -œJess was nice enough
to let me sleep in bed but restrained me so I couldn't play with myself. -

    -œAnd don't think, - Jess said,  -œthat he didn't try and wiggle up
against me to try and rub one out.  I had to basically lie at the very edge
of the bed to stay out of his reach.  Maybe I need to adjust the restraints
shorter next time... - Poor, poor Jess.  Hurmph.

    -œOh, Aaron, - Emma said, undeterred by Jess' whining about HER
issues,  -œI didn't really mean for it to end up like this...  especially
after everything you guys did for us yesterday.   -

   She looked like she was going to cry.  Jeez.

    -œIt's ok.... - I said.  I had trouble not rolling my eyes.  I mean,
really, I was the one horny and tied and here I had to console HER.

    -œNo, it's not.  I told you I'd make it up to you, and I intend to. 
Jess, untie him, - she said, suddenly authoritative.

   Jess cocked an eyebrow at the order, but said nothing.  She grabbed the
keys from the desk and undid my restraints.

   I immediately pulled my arms around and massaged my wrists.  The
restraints she had used were fur-lined, but my wrists tended to get stiff;
much like some other parts.

   I started to get up but Emma put her hands on my shoulders and shoved me
back down, rather more harshly than I think she intended to.  Flustered by
her forwardness, I didn't resist at all.

   Emma kicked off her shoes as she fumbled with the button on her skirt.

    -œJess, can I fuck Aaron now? - she asked as her skirt hit the floor.

   Jess just shrugged.   -œThat's your decision, Mistress Emma, - she said
with a smirk, arms crossed in front of her chest.   -œWhat did you and
Brent decide about this sort of thing? -

   Emma was naked from the waist down.  She still had on the nondescript
pale blue t-shirt on top, but it was plain to see that she had no bra on
underneath as her nipples poked through the thin material.  And it was
tight enough that both mounds seemed ready to burst through.  She turned to
Jess to answer her question.

    -œWe decided that anything goes.  And he said I can do anything with
you guys that makes me happy.  And right now, getting Aaron's shaft in me
would make me happy. - She was fidgeting anxiously in front of me.  Little
waves shook over the landscape of her ass cheeks.

   She continued.   -œIn fact, he insisted that I come over here and do
something with you guys.  And I am supposed to tell him about it tonight as
proof that I am still willing to be open minded. -

   Jess gestured to me with both hands.   -œBe my guest.  Hop on.  I always
share my toys. -

   Emma didn't wait for her to change her mind.  She dropped to her knees
in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth.  Her lips closed around the
tip, and my shaft disappeared into her oral cavity.

   I moaned and moved a hand to the back of her head.

    -œUh uh, - she said, withdrawing from my crotch.   -œI'm just slicking
things up.  I want you in here, - she said, pointing between her legs. 
Not exactly the most romantic thing a girl had ever said to me, but hey.

   Emma stood up and straddled me, placing her hands on my shoulders to
steady herself as she aimed her crotch towards my member.

   She slowly lowered herself onto me.  The edge of one pussy lip brushed
against my cockhead since she was a tad off-center.

   Before she could readjust though, a hand appeared between her thighs
from behind and grasped my erection.  She (and I) were momentarily
surprised, but the helpful hand belonged to Jess, of course.

   Emma jerked upright.

    -œEasy, girl, I'm just helping guide the train into the tunnel.  We
don't want a derailment or anything! - Jess said from behind Emma's back.

   I watched as her hand maneuvered my cock to Emma's slit.  Emma's eyes
were staring down between her legs as well.  I thought it quite the team
effort to screw me.  Go Team!

   I gasped as Emma's slick lips spread apart and swallowed my cockhead.  I
reflected that she needn't have sucked me first; she was plenty wet enough
for both of us.

   Having been horny the entire day yesterday, all night, and that morning,
I knew I was not going to be holding out for very long.  It was somewhat
depressing as my first time screwing Emma was destined to be very
unimpressive for her, but it was what it was.

   Emma's hands clutched my shoulders tighter as she lowered herself down
onto me.  I was momentarily distracted by the realization that I was biting
my lip to keep from cumming and Emma was biting her lip because  -" because
why?  Was she nervous?  Excited?  Afraid?  I wasn't sure.  Regardless, she
didn't show any reluctance as she kept sliding down my pole.

   Jess' hand got squeezed between us; Emma's pussy pushed down from the
top and my ball sack pressed on the bottom.  That was her cue to pull away.
We had everything under control by that point, anyway.

   I gulped as Emma's young, tight tunnel swallowed my manhood.  Her thighs
met mine as she sat down on top of me.  Jess, her previous job finished,
took the liberty of reaching from behind Emma and playing with Emma's boobs
through the t-shirt.

   Emma pushed back up from me and Jess' followed with her hands.  The
fingers had found the pointy nubs and were tweaking them lightly.  Emma
moaned with pleasure as she pressed on my shoulders, using me for leverage
to bounce up and down on my shaft.  She was careful not to let my erection
fall out of her (impressive, I thought, for a girl who had only had sex a
couple of times by that point.)

   She writhed under Jess' touch, her hyper-sensitive breasts responding to
her manipulations.  I put my hands on her sides, holding her generous flesh
as she moved up and down on me.

   I grunted as she dropped onto me again; not so much from her weight,
which I didn't mind, but because my orgasm was already right at the edge
after only a few cycles into her.  I loved the feeling of her body; the
soft flesh was nice, but I'm sure most of it was the forbidden-fruit nature
of screwing her after being teased, tempted, and denied so many times in
the past couple of weeks.  Mind you, I'd had plenty of opportunities to
play with her lady-bits, but it was still different to be able to actually
penetrate her for once.  Call me old-fashioned.

    -œOh, Em! - I cried out, unable to hold it in any longer, and I
exploded inside her.  As she felt the first squirt, she pushed all the way
down and stayed there as I continued to climax.  She leaned in and nuzzled
my neck.  As each shot struck her loins, she would squeeze her thighs
together in sync as if she could somehow milk more semen from me that way.

   Jess' hands were massaging Emma's tits with vigor now as I continued to
spasm under her.  When my orgasm subsided, Emma moved to slide up off of
me, but Jess quickly moved her hands to push Emma back down.

    -œUh uh, - Jess said,  -œWe aren't done here yet. -

   Chapter 69

   Before Emma could ask what she meant, Jess' hands moved down to Emma's
crotch.  Emma shivered at Jess' touch as her fingertips tickled her sides
on the way.  Jess' experienced digits had no trouble finding Emma's clit,
swollen from the excitement of screwing me.

   Emma settled back down onto me as Jess worked her magic.  Emma's eyes
closed and she rested her head against the crook of my neck.  I could feel
her breath there as she sighed heavily.

   Emma rocked her hips back and forth against my lap as Jess' index finger
strummed her clit.  It occurred to Emma that getting masturbated by Jess
with my (rapidly shrinking) cock inside her was a much more pleasurable
than masturbating herself at home.

   I could feel Emma's perky nipples rubbing across my chest as she writhed
on me.  Jess' finger was a blur between Emma's legs, not that I could see
it from my vantage point.  Emma's body against mine hid all the exciting
stuff, sadly.

   Jess' other hand was wandering around the front of Emma's chest, lazily
cupping a boob before drifting down and across her stomach.

    -œMmmm, ohhhh, Jess, that's awesome.... - Emma moaned into my neck.  I
could feel some of the cum that I had shot into her dribbling down my leg.



   Emma's arms squeezed me tightly and cut off my airway a bit as her own
breathing quickened.  She was quivering all over as Jess' digit played its
little tune on her nub, flick, flick, flick.

   Emma's body tensed as her orgasm hit.  Jess pushed her own body hard
against Emma's back as Emma pushed hers into mine.  I felt myself slip out
completely as Emma's stomach plowed into me with the first wave of
pleasure.

   Jess didn't let up yet and kept frigging her, working her into a frenzy.
Emma tried to pull off of Jess' hand, but Jess followed her up.  Emma's
climax squirted out a bunch of my cum onto the chair between my legs,
leaving a messy puddle.

    -œEeee, eeeee, please stop! - Emma breathed.  Jess gave her three more
rubs before relenting.  Emma let out a massive moan as she relaxed against
me, letting her orgasm finish before finally pushing away from me.

    -œHold on! - Jess said abruptly.  Emma stopped instantly, half off of
my lap.  She tried to look around at Jess who had momentarily disappeared.
Jess returned a minute later with the package of baby wipes from which she
pulled one.

   Jess reached between our legs and wiped the jizz from the chair.  She
took a second wipe and used it to clean Emma's pussy of the rest of my love
juices.  Emma sat stock still as Jess thoroughly cleaned her labia on the
outside and then again as she dug deep inside Emma for the rest.  A final
wipe gave my flaccid member a token cleaning.

    -œOk, you're good, - Jess pronounced.

   Emma slipped off me to stand on the floor.  She straightened her hair
before stepping back into her skirt.  She spoke to us as she worked the
button.

    -œOk, guys, hate to screw and run, but I've got a lot of clients to
take care of, - she said to her waist.

    -œGeez, wham, bam, thank you, sir, I guess, - I said with mock
indignation.  Emma straightened up and took a couple of steps back to me,
still seated.

   She bent over and kissed me on the lips while holding the back of my
head.

    -œDon't worry, - she said.   -œI think we might do this a lot more. 
Maybe next time you'll last more than two minutes! -

    -œHey, hey, - Jess said before I could say anything.   -œHe was saving
all of that white hot love for you since yesterday.  Cut him some slack! -

   Emma laughed.   -œI know, I'm only teasing, honest! -

    -œDon't worry though, I'll make sure he masturbates prior to your next
session, - Jess assured her.

   Emma leaned over and kissed Jess this time.

    -œI can't wait! -



   Chapter 70

   Emma spent most of the day going from house to house.  On average, she
spent thirty minutes with each  -œclient -, walking them around the
neighborhood and letting them take care of business.

   One of her clients,  -œSparky - was a Jack Russell that was allowed to
go with her to the local dog park.  He had enough energy that you could
jump-start a Fiat with him, so his owner liked him to be able to run around
a lot and burn some of it off.  Emma sat down on a bench in the park.

   While watching him chase after a squirrel (who apparently had a death
wish if he was entering a dog park,) Emma's eyes drifted over to a German
Shepherd male sniffing the butt of a Siberian Husky female.  Emma had no
idea who the owners were of either animal; there were a half dozen dogs and
owners in the park but Emma appeared to be the only one actually paying
attention to the dogs.

   The Husky didn't seem to care about the attention she was getting one
way or the other.  Not meeting any resistance, the Shepherd got a little
more forward and began licking the privates of the Husky who still ignored
him.

   The Shephed got a LOT more forward as he put his paws up on the Husky's
back and lined himself up.  The Husky looked over her shoulder and gave a
token snarl, but she put up no real fight and the Shepherd was not deterred
at all.  Perhaps they were well acquainted.  Perhaps the Shepherd had heard
that  -œNo - really means  -œYes, harder. - Perhaps the Shepherd read too
much internet erotica.

   Rather unceremoniously, the Shephed plowed into the Husky.  He was given
the job of doing all the work as the Husky just stood there, but he didn't
seem to mind.

   Emma's eyes got large and she looked around but neither dog's owner was
in sight.  Or, if they were, they weren't showing any interest.

   Slam, slam, slam, the Shepherd pumped into the Husky in the middle of
the park.  The act was primal and animalistic (for obvious reasons.)

   Pound, pound, pound he went.  He was in a frenzy as he fucked the Husky.

   Emma's attention began to wander.  The sex show in front of her was
taking over her thoughts.

   Her eyes closed.  In her mind's eye, she was on all fours in her
apartment living room.  She saw herself from a spectator's view.

   She was completely nude as was Brent behind her, pumping into her with
the same ferocity as the Shepherd.  She watched her naked body rock back
and forth as his pelvis crashed into her ass cheeks.

   Brent's body tensed as he exploded inside her.  His fingers gripped the
side of her body, just as the Shepherd's claws were doing to the Husky.

   There was a jump-cut in her imagination and now Brent was on all fours.
He had a collar around his neck and a chain leash hanging from it, resting
on the floor.  His erection (much longer and thicker than the real life
Brent's) was pointing down between his legs.  Emma was behind him with a
gigantic strap-on.

   She was still nude, save for the harness around her waist.  The rubber
cock (flesh toned) was bouncing like a Superball in front of her pubic
mound, rebounding several times off Brent's ass cheeks.

   Emma made no effort to lube anything, but in her vision she pumped right
into him.  He grimaced at being penetrated but didn't seem to care about
being dry-fucked

   Her hand played with her clit behind the harness of the strap-on as she
screwed him, over and over.  His face was contorted as his hands squeezed
the carpet.  Emma's other hand was kneading a breast as her orgasm built.

   Another jump cut just as Emma was climaxing and now Aaron was on all
fours.  Brent was kneeling naked behind him.  Emma was kneeling to the
side.

   Emma had Brent's cock in her hand.  It was pointed menacingly at Aaron's
 -œMiss?  Are you Ok? -

   Emma was startled back to reality by a small hand touching her shoulder.
Her eyes darted open to see a concerned looking 12ish year-old boy looking
down at her.

   She realized that she must have been breathing very heavy and,
horrifyingly, she realized that she had her hand wrapped hard around the
handle of the rope leash and had been rubbing it against her crotch.

    -œOh, oh God, yes, I'm fine, just, uh, just tired is all.  Thank you
for checking on me, - Emma said.  The boy seemed unsure, but nodded and
left her.

   A second later, she remembered why she was in the park and looked around
frantically for Sparky.  Luckily, he was on the far side of the park,
laying belly down in the grass, enjoying the sun.  He'd had enough running
for that day, it seemed.

   Emma stood up to go get him and realized that she was drenched between
her legs.  Shit, she didn't have time to go home and change before her next
client.  Hopefully, none of her clients (and adult owners, that is) would
notice any wet spot.  Or the smell of her pussy.

   Chapter 71

   As it happens, none did notice.  That was probably only because she
didn't encounter any humans.  All the rest of the dogs she walked were home
alone.  She had keys to everyone's houses and let herself in as needed.

   Once she finally made it home, she jumped straight into the shower.  She
really didn't care if Brent smelled her arousal, but she didn't really want
to smell like six random dogs.  Some of her customers had no problems
paying for a walker but were a bit lax in having their dogs washed and
groomed.

   Emma knocked on our door at around 4 pm.

    -œHi, Em, come in, - Jess said.  I was not home as I was still at work
(I do work, you know.)

   After the usual pleasantries, Emma got down to business.

    -œK, so....  Brent and I are planning on kicking things up a notch.  On
our own, I mean, - she said.

    -œThat's awesome, Em! - Jess said enthusiastically.

    -œOne of the things I wanted to take care of was, uh, shaving him, -
Emma said, slightly embarrassed.

   Jess laughed.   -œPubes are such a turn-off, no? -

   Emma frowned and nodded.   -œEspecially during a blow-job!  I hate the
feeling of them tickling my nose.  Anyway, Brent agreed to shave. - He
hadn't exactly 'agreed', but that was splitting hairs.  No pun intended.

    -œOk, well, I assume you aren't looking for Aaron to shave him, - Jess
began.

    -œOh GOD no! - Emma said, horrified.  Jess laughed again.

    -œWell, for your first shaving, why don't you try picking up an
electric razor?  Either one for trimming beards or a lot of regular ones
have a beard trimmer on the back, too.  That will be much easier for you to
handle without risking drawing blood.  I'll assume that 'cutting' isn't on
your list of erotic games? -

   Emma had no idea what she was even talking about, but shaking her head
'no' seemed appropriate.  Jess nodded and continued.

    -œK, well, the trimmer won't get as smooth as a blade, but it should be
more than adequate for your first time.  Really, the most important thing
is to keep the skin taut.  Pull tight wherever you have the razor so that
it doesn't pinch any, um, wrinkles down there.  Just go slow and be
patient. I'm sure he won't mind you handling his junk for an extended
amount of time. -

   Emma nodded, her eyes wide as she listened.  Jess could tell she was
thinking something else as well.  Jess waited patiently for a few beats
before prodding her.

    -œWas there anything else you wanted to know? - Jess asked.

    -œUm, - Emma said, looking away and avoiding Jess' gaze,  -œcan you
also give me some pointers on how to, um, start things? -

   Jess was puzzled.   -œWhat do you mean?  You guys have already had sex,
right? -

    -œYes, I don't mean that.  I mean, like, with, uh, bondage.  And
domination.  You know- the stuff you guys do. -

    -œOh! - Jess said, understanding.   -œWell, there isn't really any
sort of script that we follow.  You just do what comes naturally.  If you
flub it, you laugh and move on.  It's all about having fun.  The biggest
thing is communication.  You both have to be comfortable with your roles
and, if you're the one in the submissive position, with expressing when
something is unpleasant.  Or, rather, more unpleasant than what makes you
happy.  Certain things, like making Aaron eat his own cum, he rather hates
and I think he'd classify it as distinctly 'unpleasant'.  Yet, he does it
because he gets off on the submissiveness that it requires.  But, at the
same time, he does have limits.  We don't do watersports, scat, or the
like. It's a clear boundary and I never push it.  I wouldn't WANT to push
it.  I have the same limitations anyway.  Plus, being dominant doesn't mean
being, well, 'mean'.  I do what I do because Aaron gets off on it and WANTS
me to.  I know it probably sounds confusing. -

   Emma shook her head.   -œNo, not really.  I think I totally follow what
you're saying.  We will probably have to take things slow and communicate
more at first than you guys do, but I think that will be ok. -

   Jess nodded enthusiastically.   -œTrust me, you'll do fine!  Also,
remember that it can be fun on both sides.  Don't be afraid to let Brent
get his Dom on. - As soon as Jess said the words, she regretted them and
winced, recalling Emma's freak out during their first time.  Emma was calm,
though, as she responded.

    -œI know.  For now, at least, I think I need to stay in control of
things, but I promise you, I'll try and play both sides at some point.  You
and Aaron really seemed to enjoy yourselves at the dinner. -

    -œOh, fuck yeah! - Jess said.   -œShit, I can't remember the last time
we had that much fun.  I like to be in control myself, but it is also fun
as hell to be on the receiving end.  I go both ways. - The double-entendre
was not lost on Emma.

   Jess continued.   -œOther things to try: teasing his nipples  -" Aaron
loves that.  Also, tickling is always fun.  And you know Aaron's feelings
on ass play.  Go slow with that; a lot of guys are sensitive about things
up the poop-chute.  It makes them feel less manly, especially if they are
homophobic.  If he is dead set against it, drop it and move on to something
else.  But if he's opened minded, don't be afraid to explore.  Start small
and slow.  Let's see, what else...  I'd probably avoid spanking and
whipping for now.  That's for more of an 'advanced' level. -

   Emma was nodding.  She wished she could take notes, but she was a very
attentive pupil.

    -œAnd you both need safewords.  Mine is 'Butterscotch'.  It should be
something silly; totally unmistakable and nothing that could be used during
sex or play.  Certainly not 'STOP' or 'HARDER' or 'NO MORE'.  Come to think
of it, Aaron and I sometimes play with chocolate body syrup, so
butterscotch could conceivably come up....  we may have to rethink that
one.... - Jess trailed off for several beats before regaining her train of
thought.

    -œAnyway, - she continued,  -œyou guys both need one, so talk it over
before you go any further.  Also, refrain from using any kind of gags for
now.  Aaron and I have codes that we can signal with either hands or feet
for those times but, again, that's a bit more advanced.  Keep it simple for
now.  Any other questions? -

    -œNo, thank you, - she said.   -œI think that's enough to get me
going. I'll let you know how we make out.  I should probably get back home;
Brent is supposed to be home in a few hours. -

    -œA few hours? - Jess inquired.   -œYou only live next door.  That
gives us plenty of time to have a little practice session. -

   Emma raised an eyebrow.   -œPractice session? -

   Chapter 72

   Jess stood up and Emma instinctively did the same, but Jess directed her
to sit back down.

    -œHold on, - Jess said.   -œLet me just get some stuff first. -

   Emma heard a lot of rummaging around going on in our bedroom.  Jess
eventually returned with an arm full of stuff, only some of which Emma
could identify.  She dropped the pile on the floor (carefully enough so as
not to ruin anything.)

    -œK, - she said, straightening back up and putting her hands on her
hips.   -œTell me to strip. -

   Emma blinked, caught off guard and not comprehending.   -œHuh? -

    -œTell me to strip, - Jess repeated.   -œCome on, I saw that
dominatrix side of you at the dinner party.  I know she's in there. - She
put her hands on her hips waiting for the command.

    -œOh, uh, ok, strip, - Emma said.  Jess rolled her eyes contemptuously
and gave Emma a disgusted look without moving.  It took Emma a moment, but
she caught on.

    -œOh.  Jess- I mean, Slave Jess, strip off all your clothes.  Right
now! - Emma said.

   Jess' expression changed to a smile as she immediately began unbuttoning
the (rather pedestrian) jeans that she was wearing.  A cotton t-shirt came
up over her head and joined the jeans on the floor.  On that day, Jess was
actually wearing underwear, so she was left standing in a white bra and
matching panties.  The panties were a bit frilly and weren't
Granny-Panties, at least.  Jess' hands went back to her hips.

   A beat passed before Emma realized what was next expected.

    -œOh, Slave Jess, remove ALL of your clothing, please, - Emma said.

    -œDon't say please.  You lose a lot of your authority that way, - Jess
commented as she unhooked her bra.  In another minute, her underwear was
sitting on top of the rest of her clothes on the floor and she was standing
at attention in front of Emma.  She didn't make Emma fumble through the
next steps.

    -œK, have me get on all fours, - Jess directed.  The back-and-forth
was a bit awkward, but Emma got the hang of things.

    -œJess, down on all floors, pl- - She cut herself off before saying
'please' again.  Jess dropped down as she was 'told'.

   Jess turned around on her hands and feet until she was facing Emma again
as well as the pile of goodies on the floor.  She pointed to a pole with
leather straps at each end.

    -œThat's a spreader bar.  You'll see two of them.  Take one and go
behind me.  You'll figure out what to do with it from there. -

   Emma picked it up and knelt down behind Jess.  She checked out Jess'
firm, white ass cheeks and the pink pussy below it.

   Emma held the bar for a moment, examining it, before deducing what it
did.  Then understanding dawned on her.

   Placing it flat on the floor, the bar went between Jess' ankles and Emma
spread her legs apart.  Jess felt the leather straps tickle her skin as
they wrapped around her ankles.

   Emma fumbled for a few seconds but managed to get the straps in place
and buckled them closed.  The metal buckles were rather cold, Jess
reflected.

    -œTighter, - Jess said.  Emma paused, unsure, but undid the buckle and
pulled them two holes tighter before reclosing them.

    -œBetter, - Jess said.   -œNow do my wrists with the other one. -

   Emma did so, much quicker this time, and that left Jess firmly secured,
naked and on all fours in our living room, unable to do anything other than
wiggle around.  I would hear about the story later (damn you, employer, for
making me work late that night!) and as it happens things would work out
pretty well for me.  So not a total loss.

    -œOk, - Jess said,  -œpick up the black cock shaped item.  No, the one
with the rubber strap behind it. -

   Emma picked up the item.  It looked like a strap on, but the phallus was
fairly small and it appeared to be inside out.  She frowned at it in
confusion.  Jess explained.

    -œThat's a dildo gag.  It gags the slave and has the added humiliation
of being a dick shaped object in the process.  Aaron particularly hates it.
I, myself, don't mind the feeling of a cock in my mouth.  Aaron usually
uses a ball gag on me as it forces me to open further.  For today though,
we'll skip the gags so that I can educate you as needed.  You should
probably skip them with Brent for now, too, so that there is no chance of
being unable to signal your safewords. - Emma nodded as she placed the
dildo gag back on the floor.

    -œOk, check me over for a few minutes.  Run your hands over me.  Go
wild, - Jess said.

    -œUm, I've seen you and touched you before, - Emma pointed out.  Jess
nodded.

    -œI'm well aware of that, but before it was all done 'willingly.' Not
that I don't want you to, but this is the first time when I'm actually 'at
your mercy', so to speak.  I want you to see how it feels now, - Jess
explained.

   Emma let her eyes wander around Jess' nude form for several minutes
before touching her.  Jess waited patiently while she did.

   Emma tentatively put out a hand and ran it across Jess' smooth ass
cheek. Then she did the same with her other hand.  At first, she just
lightly massaged the white globes but then grew bolder and gave them both a
firm squeeze.  She liked the red marks that her fingers left in Jess' pale
skin.

   She spread apart Jess' ass cheeks, eyeing her rosebud and slit below it
that were fully exposed.

   Next, she released the cheeks and watched as they snapped back together.
Her hands ran down the outsides of Jess' legs, then up along the inside of
both of her thighs causing her to wiggle at the tickling touch.  Jess
startled her by speaking again.

    -œI highly doubt that you will come to any of my limits today, but
since this is a teachable moment, should you hear me say my safeword, you
stop instantly whatever you are doing.  If you are using something that
would need to be removed, you should ask first about how to proceed before
just yanking something out or off.  Ok? -

    -œYes, Jess, - Emma said, nodding behind her though Jess couldn't see
it.   -œI totally understand.  Was the tickling too much? -

   Jess' laughter was hearty enough to make her whole body shake like
Jello.

    -œNo, kiddo, - she said.   -œI can handle that.  It was just more of
an F-Y-I kind of thing.  You can keep going. -

   Emma did, letting her fingers tickle Jess' thighs again.  Again, Jess
quivered.  This time, though, Emma's fingers worked all the way up to the
crease between each thigh and pelvis.  The spreader bar gave easy access to
those points.

   Jess is a ticklish person, but she didn't protest, or even comment at
all.  She didn't want to make Emma nervous again.  I, personally, used her
ticklishness to great advantage at times during our own play.

   Emma used one hand to cup Jess' pussy lips.  She felt the warmth
radiating from there and the wetness that coated her fingers.

   She just held her hand there, waiting to see if Jess would say
something, but she didn't (or wouldn't) so Emma went further.

   Removing her hand, she gently took Jess' pussy lips between her fingers
and spread them apart; the pink flower inside peeked back at her.  She
switched to holding the lips apart with one hand and used her index finger
on the other to slowly penetrate Jess.  Jess was simultaneously surprised
and pleased at the invasion and tried to rock her hips back to take more of
Emma's digit in.

   Emma pumped her finger in and out of Jess' for thirty seconds before
removing it.  Jess' couldn't see, but Emma put the finger to her nose and
sniffed it, enjoying Jess' scent.  She realized that Jess was right.  She'd
played with Jess' lady bits before but this was somehow much more... 
erotic.  Exciting.  Amazing.  All of those.  She knew that Jess was doing
everything willingly, and yet the feeling that Jess' was helpless was
intoxicating to her.

   She stood up and crossed around to Jess' front, squatting down in front
of her face.

    -œOpen, - Emma said.  It wasn't forceful but it was clearly a command.
Jess approved.

   Jess' mouth opened and Emma put the finger that had been in her pussy a
minute before into her mouth.  Jess closed on it without being told to and
sucked eagerly at it.  Emma was giddy with excitement watching her do it.

   Emma pushed the index finger of her other hand into Jess' mouth and
spread the sides of her mouth wide apart.  Jess' made no complaint but did
make a moaning type noise mostly because it seemed appropriate.  Emma
looked around in her oral cavity, though for what she wasn't really sure.
It just seemed fun to do.

   Her fingers withdrew and she smiled as she bent in to kiss Jess on the
lips.

   Emma leaned back a bit to eye Jess' big tits hanging below her.  Emma
dropped down to the floor and sat on her feet to get a better look.

   Reaching out, she took a nipple in each hand, as she had Jess' labia,
and played with them gently.  They were already pretty firm, yet Emma could
still feel them turning rock hard between her fingers.

   She gave them a tug, watching the boobs pull downwards.  Jess winced but
said nothing.

   Releasing the nipples, Jess' boobs sprung back up, swaying as they did
so.  Emma repeated the process two more times.

   Jess coughed to get Emma's attention.  Without actually giving her any
instructions, she moved her eyes to the nipple clamps on the floor.  Emma
followed her gaze and it took a few seconds, but she caught on.

   Picking them up, she rolled them in her hand to check them out.  They
were metal, with vinyl coating on the tips, and had a small adjustment
screw.  Emma moved to Jess' side so she couldn't see what was about to
happen.  Not that she didn't know, of course.  It had been her idea.

   Emma gripped the nipple again while holding open the spring clip with
her other hand.  She was momentarily unsure as she eyed the clamp.  It
looked somewhat menacing.

   She worked the spring clip a couple of times, testing it, before
clamping it onto her own hand, on the fatty portion below her thumb.  The
tension seemed ok to her and didn't hurt like she'd expected so she removed
it and clamped it without warning onto Jess' nipple.

   Chapter 73

   Jess shrieked at the suddenness.  It wasn't all that tight but she was
startled since she couldn't see Emma to prepare herself.

    -œOoohhh, mistress... - Jess cooed, playing things up.  Emma watched
the clamp swing and dangle from Jess' flattened nipple.  She put out one
finger and gave it a little push to keep it going.

   Emma stood up and walked around to Jess' other side where she repeated
the process.  She hadn't checked that clamp first and it was, unknown to
her, set much tighter than the first.  She had no way of knowing that our
nipple clamps weren't always used only on nipples.

   Jess' gasp was much more genuine and she tried to close her legs
involuntarily.  The spreader bar prevented that, obviously.  Jess shrieked.

    -œAre you ok? - Emma asked, suddenly concerned.  The nipple clamp
stung more than Jess was expecting, but she didn't want Emma to get cold
feet about continuing.

    -œYes.  Don't worry about me.  If I'm not using my safeword, then you
can keep using and abusing me however you like, - Jess answered more
calmly than she felt.

    -œOk... - Emma said uncertainly, but she continued nonetheless.

   Reaching out, she gave the other clamp a little flick and watched it
sway opposite in time to the first.  The motion reminded her of the
metronome that she used to watch while taking piano lessons as a kid.  A
moment of silliness washed over her and she strummed her fingers along
Jess' back as if Jess were a keyboard, giggling as she did so.  Jess had
absolutely no idea what she was doing but didn't care so long as Emma was
enjoying it.

   Standing back up, Emma went over to the pile again to check out the
remaining goodies.  She picked up a pink rubber butt plug and rolled it
around in her hand.  Jess saw and took the opportunity for another lesson.

    -œI try to buy my butt plugs in the most feminine colors I can.  Pink,
rainbow, or purple if that's all they have.  The only thing more
embarrassing to a guy than having a toy shoved up his ass is having a PINK
toy shoved up his ass.  Always make sure you hold it up to the slave's face
before you insert it so that he- or she, as the case may be, - can fully
appreciate and ponder its size and where it is to be rammed.  If you are
sure it is clean, and I mean CLEAN, you can force the slave to lubricate it
with their mouth.  Be careful though, as scat can be one of those things
that crosses the line even if the toy is clean.  Some subs will freak if
even a brand new toy intended for the ass is placed in their mouth. -

   Emma squatted down in front of Jess and held it before her face.  Emma
appeared to be trying to decide if it was clean..

    -œI can assure you, - Jess said,  -œthat all of our toys are
thoroughly washed and sanitized.  Silicone is durable enough that you can
boil it and not damage it.  They use it for pots mitts and crap like that.
- She opened her mouth for Emma and waited.

   Emma hesitated, still squeamish about having her helpless neighbor suck
on a toy that she was sure had been in SOMEONE'S ass before.  Probably many
times before.  (Spoiler alert: it had.)

    -œI think I'd prefer to just lube it, - Emma said finally.   -œSorry
if that makes me a bad dominatrix, - she said with a frown.

   Jess shook her head emphatically.   -œAbsolutely not.  If you are
uncomfortable doing something, then don't do it.  Don't ever feel pressured
or obligated by anyone.  The lube is on the shelf behind you. -

   Turning around, Emma saw that a bottle of baby oil there.  She squirted
the plug liberally being careful not to let it drip anywhere.

   She sat down on the floor behind Jess, staring at the waiting ass in
front of her.  She parted Jess' cheeks apart with one hand and aimed the
plug at it, then reconsidered.  She dropped the plug into her lap, ignoring
the baby oil stain that would undoubtedly result, and squirted some baby
oil into Jess' ass crack.  As the stream ran down towards her pussy, Emma
used a finger the scoop it back up andworked it into her asshole.  The
finger popped right in past Jess' sphincter and slid down to Emma's
knuckles.  Emma reamed it in and out a few times.  Jess tried to squeeze
her ass tight around Emma's digit, but the lube made that impossible.

   Emma closed the bottle and picked the butt plug back up, lining it up
again.  Placing it at the entrance to her tunnel, the tip pressed against
her rose bud and parted it.  She placed her palm against the flared end of
the butt plug and, with a firm pressure, worked it in.  Jess' ass swallowed
the butt plug without much difficulty and closed around the base.

    -œUhhh, - Jess moaned.  She swallowed before resuming her lecture.

    -œAnother option for humiliating butt plugs is getting ones with pretty
glass jewels in the base.  A guy having to wear jewelry in his butt is
always a nice way to keep him in line.  Especially if you threaten to post
them on Facebook. - Emma's eyes shot open at that but Jess continued
before she could ask for details.

    -œSize is another thing to consider.  That toy you just shoved into me
is just over an inch.  That's a good size that the wearer won't forget
about, but it's small enough that it can be left in for long periods, or
even all day.  For now, for you and Brent, I'd probably go with
three-quarters of an inch and work your way up from there. -

   Emma returned to the toy pile again and looked over the items before
picking up a chrome plated vibrator, about seven inches long.  She held it
in her hand and turned the knob on the base.  It vibrated violently in
Emma's hand and she nearly dropped it.

   She squatted down in front of Jess again, showing her the vibrator.

    -œI'm going to use this on you, - Emma said.   -œAnd I'm going to make
you cum with it.  Open. -

   Jess did and Emma put the large vibrator in her mouth.  Jess sucked and
licked at it, coating it with as much saliva as she could.  She wouldn't
really need it; she could feel her pussy dripping beneath her.  She didn't
tell Emma, but that particular vibrator had also been in Aaron's ass more
than once.  It was well sanitized though, along with everything else.

   Emma took the toy from Jess' mouth and sat down on the floor behind her
again.  Getting comfortable, she spread Jess' labia apart with the vibrator
and turned the knob.

   Chapter 74

   The chrome plated phallus buzzed violently.  As she placed it against
Jess' pussy, Emma could see her lips flapping in front of her like the
tines of a tuning fork.

    -œMmm, oooohhh.. - Jess moaned.

   With only a light push, the vibrator slid into Jess' waiting pussy.  Her
dripping tunnel swallowed it eagerly.

   Jess' toes curled up as the vibrator tickled her walls.  Emma's knuckles
connected with Jess' labia once it was fully inserted and Emma released her
grip on it.

   For several minutes, Emma just sat and watched as Jess trembled in front
of her.  The only sounds in the room were the toy, buzzing like a swarm of
angry bees, and Jess' deep panting.  She'd been teased for quite some time
now and was already well aroused.

   Emma considered what to do next and looked back to the pile.  Her eyes
landed on another vibrator.  It was much smaller, a bullet style one not
much larger than the AA battery it held.  Turning the knob on it, it began
vibrating also.  It was less powerful than the one currently rammed into
Jess, but it was perfect for what she intended to do with it.

   She was just about to stand up when she noticed the vibrator (the one in
Jess) starting to slide out, so she pushed it back in until only the black
plastic knob was visible once more.

    -œOooohhh, Mistress Emma, that feels awesome! - Jess cooed.

   Emma stood up and walked around to Jess' front again.  She held the
bullet vibe in front of Jess' face.

    -œDoes that toy feel good? - Emma asked pleasantly.  Jess had trouble
speaking between pants.

    -œYes, oh yes, it, it does, Mistress, - she managed.

    -œGood.  But I bet this little devil will make you feel even better, -
Emma said.  She turned it on again and ran the buzzing bullet across Jess'
cheek and then across her mouth.

    -œKiss it for me, Jess, - Emma said, holding the toy at her lips. 
Jess puckered and did as she was told.

   Emma returned to Jess' rear and seated herself.  She pushed the big
vibrator back in once more.

    -œGeez, Jess, if you like the feeling of this toy so much, how come you
keep trying to push it out? - Emma asked with a giggle.

    -œI...  I...  I'm sorry, Mistress, I, I don't mean to.  It DOES feel,
feel, so good, - Jess panted.

   Emma said nothing further as she reached under Jess with the little vibe
and searched around for Jess' clit.  She knew she'd found it when her body
tensed like she'd touched a live wire.

   Her back arched as she involuntarily tried to lift off the device, but
Emma's hand followed her upwards, maintaining constant pressure on her nub.

    -œOh, FUCK, Em! - Jess cried out, breaking character for the first
time.

    -œShhhh... - Emma said.   -œJust enjoy it. -

   She moved the vibe back and forth like a brush moving across a canvas
and Jess' body began making waves.

   The vibrator in Jess' pussy tried to slip out once more but Emma caught
it and rammed it back in.  Then, thinking better of it, she started fucking
Jess with it while teasing her button at the same time.

    -œOh, my GOD, that's amazing, ohhhh.... - Jess was shouting.  Emma
couldn't see the faces Jess was making, the sensations of being bound up
while Emma worked her over almost too much to bear.

   In and out, the chrome vibe went while the bullet tickled the top of her
slit.  Jess' breathed in gasps beneath the motions.

    -œEeee...  eee...  eee... - Jess cried as she approached the edge.

    -œGo ahead, - Emma encouraged,  -œlet it go.  Cum for me.  Cum for
Emma. -

   And Jess did.  She came harder than she could remember climaxing in
quite a while.

    -œOh, AHHHH, GOD! - she screamed.  Emma continued to press the bullet
against her clit but stopped fucking Jess with the larger one.  She moved
that hand to hold Jess steady as she thrashed in front of her.

    -œOooooh, that's incredible, oh Emma! - Jess screamed.  She bucked for
another twenty seconds in front of Emma as her orgasm continued.

    -œOh, God, please, take it off now, - Jess begged eventually.

    -œNooo.... - Emma said, very unexpectedly.   -œNot just yet... -

   Chapter 75

   Jess was still in a haze from the orgasm so Emma's  -œNo - didn't
really register for a moment or two.  But then, her eyes widened in horror
as Emma pushed the bullet harder against her clit rather than removing it.

    -œEm, you, you have to, take it off, - Jess stammered.

    -œIf you want me to take it off, just use your safeword, princess, -
Emma said cheerily.  'Shit no' automatically ran through Jess' mind, but
she said nothing.  She just took a deep breath to prepare herself for what
was to come.

   Jess tried to lift up again, but Emma held her down firmly with one hand
on her lower back while maintaining the pressure on Jess' love button.

    -œUngh! - Jess groaned.   -œPlease, Mistress Emma, it hurts! -

    -œAre you going to use your safeword? - Emma asked.

    -œNo! - Jess shouted.  Her face was contorted violently and she was
trembling all over as she tried to pull away from the toy that, while
previously bringing her great pleasure, was now torturing her privates. 
The burning and tingling were almost, but not quite, unbearable.

    -œJust one more cum from you is all I want, - Emma said gently.

    -œMistress, I can't!  Oooohh, owwww.... - Jess whined.

    -œYou can.  And you will.  Come on.  Cum for Emma. -

   Jess gave another futile burst of resistance but Emma held strong.  The
vibrator in Jess pussy almost slipped out again, but Emma turned so that
her upper arm pressed against it, holding it in place while her hands did
their jobs..

    -œOwwww, please, Mistress, please...... - Jess begged.

    -œThere are only two ways to make this stop.  Use your safeword or give
me my climax, - Emma said with surprising harshness.

    -œOoooowwww, Mistress..... -

   Emma was relentless.  The hand below Jess' crotch continued to move the
vibe back and forth, back and forth.  Each rub felt like a cattle prod in
her crotch.  No, that wasn't really right.  But she didn't know what it
felt LIKE.  But it hurt.  And still felt good in a super-hyper-sensitive
way.  But it mostly hurt.

    -œAhhhh, unnngghh, - continued Jess' groaning but it got her no
relief.

   Jess thrashed and suffered through for quite some time.  Enough time to
recall a Mistress named Heather doing something similar to her.  It sucked
then, too.  Did Heather contact Emma somehow?  No, that wasn't possible. 
Was it?

    -œEeee!  Eeee!  Eeee!!! - Jess cried out as her orgasm hit again.

    -œI'm cumming, Mistress, I'm cumming! - she shouted.  The pain and
pleasure were both intense and in her effort to pull away from the bullet
vibe a final time, she fell over onto her side.  With the spreader bars
still in place, she couldn't really go anywhere, but Emma pulled the toy
away anyway.

    -œMmmmmm, mmmmmm, - Jess was moaning as her climax continued to hit.
Emma rubbed a hand across Jess' belly while playing with her hair with the
other hand.  Emma smiled down at her, relishing the sight of the bound,
naked girl writhing with pleasure.  Pleasure that she, Emma, had given to
her.  Pleasure that the naked girl was powerless to pull away from. 
Powerless to resist.  Emma had that power.

   Emma gently pulled the other vibrator out of Jess' pussy, but Jess was
too far gone to even notice.  Jess' eyes were closed tight and she was
chewing hard on her lower lip, all the while still trying to catch her
breath.

   Emma laid down next to Jess' and put one arm around Jess' stomach and
turned so that they were face to face.  Eventually, Jess opened her eyes
and looked back at Emma.

    -œDid that feel good? - Emma asked.  Jess was still panting and
considered for a while before answering.

    -œWell, the first one did.  The second one hurt just as much as it felt
good.  But it was still pretty intense.  But what about you? -

   Emma was confused.   -œWhat do you mean? -

    -œHow was it for you? - Jess asked.   -œBeing in control, I mean.  Did
you enjoy it? -

   Emma didn't have to consider her answer for even a moment.

    -œOh my God, yes! - she exclaimed.   -œThat was incredible.  The
power, the control.  I loved it! -

    -œGood, - Jess said with weak a smile.   -œI'm glad. -

   Emma leaned in closer and kissed Jess, soft and long, before pulling
back.

    -œI want to do one more thing to you, though, - Emma said, a gleam in
her eye.

   An exhausted Jess raised an eyebrow.

   Chapter 76

    -œWhatever you like, Mistress, - Jess said obediently.  Emma pushed
herself up to a sitting position; she then twisted her body to dig back in
the pile of toys.  Retrieving one, she turned back to Jess.

    -œI want to fuck you, - Emma said simply, holding up a strap-on dildo
which dangled in front of Jess' face.

    -œAs you wish, Mistress.  I'll need a bit of help getting back up,
though, - she said.  She floundered a bit on the floor to show her lack of
mobility.  Emma leaned over and helped pull Jess back up on all fours.

   Emma picked up the bottle of lube to grease the strap-on, then set it
back down.  Jess' juices had flowed all over her hands, so she was pretty
sure Jess would be fine without it.

   She started to put the harness on, then reconsidered.  Things might get
messy and she was still fully clothed.

   Setting the harness to the side, she rapidly stripped off her clothes
and placed them in a neat pile.  She went and stood in front of Jess and
placed her ass cheek in Jess' face.

    -œPlace a kiss on the cheek, - Emma said mildly.  Jess had to stretch
her face a bit to reach, but she did and placed a long kiss on Emma's large
white globe.  Emma liked that.

   Turning around, she placed her shaved crotch (reshaven just that
morning) in Jess' face.

    -œKiss here, too, - she said, pointing at her slit.  Jess did so again
and Emma dropped to a squat in front of her.

    -œThank you for this.  I know I'm supposed to stay domineering and all,
but I want you to know that I love this.  And this really does help.  And
will help.  So, thank you, Jess. - She put her hands on either side of
Jess' smiling face and kissed her passionately before standing back up.

   Back at Jess' rear, Emma wrapped the harness straps behind her back and
buckled them.  The cold metal of the buckle surprised her and her jerk
caused the dildo to flop around in front of her.  The sight of that amused
her.  She flicked it with a finger and watched it bob around some more. 
Did guys do that themselves?  She had no idea.

   Putting her hands on her hips, Emma surveyed the landscape that was
Jess' naked ass and pussy.  She considered removing the plug and fucking
her in the ass, but decided to leave it in place.  It would look cute as
she pumped into her to see the plug there.

   Jess' pussy was still dripping from all the excitement.  Emma had to
hold the rubber dong with one hand to get it lined up.

   As expected, Jess' lips parted with no effort at all as the toy touched
them.  Emma made a motion with her hips and half of the length of the dildo
disappeared inside her neighbor.  Jess was so wet, and exhausted, that she
made no sounds at all while being impaled.  That disappointed Emma a bit;
she was hoping for some reaction, emotion, something, but she also
understood that Jess had the much tougher role that day.

   Emma pushed her hips in fully and the entire dildo was inside Jess. 
Jess' body rocked forward as Emma's thighs connected with her butt cheeks.
That eeked a grunt out of Jess, but that was all.

   Emma pulled half-way out before pumping back into Jess again.  This
time, while fully inside her, Emma reached down and rotated the butt plug
lodged in Jess.

    -œOoooo, Mistress... - Jess moaned.  That was more like it.

   Emma wasn't going to make Jess climax again, so she moved her attention
to herself.  She slid her hand in-between the base of the dildo and her
crotch, finding her own clit this time.  She pumped two more times into
Jess as she frigged herself but found the movements too distracting. 
Looking around, she saw the bullet vibe on the floor next to her and
reached over for it.  She didn't withdraw from Jess which caused the
strap-on to put a huge pressure on the inside wall of Jess' pussy, almost
knocking her over again in the process.

    -œUnnngghh, Mistress, careful please, - she groaned.

    -œSorry, Jess!  I didn't mean that! - Emma said, sincerely sorry. 
Straightening back up, she turned the small toy on and slid in between her
skin and the strap-on harness, lodging it firmly at the top of her crack.

   The feeling of the vibe touching her clit caused her to instinctively
pull back, almost causing her to fall out of Jess' pussy.  Pulling back did
nothing to move the toy away from her, of course, and she put both hands on
Jess' ass cheeks to steady herself.  She'd had no idea how effective the
tiny little toy was when buzzing against the love button.  No wonder Jess
had cum so hard.

   Emma took a deep breath and shoved back into Jess.  The forward motion
made the vibrator slide up just enough to rub across her clit but still
stay in place.  She was quickly able to work up a rhythm in and out of Jess
which resulted in the vibe rubbing back and forth across the top of her
slit, buzzing like mad against her nub.

   Emma swallowed hard as her own orgasm rapidly built.  She had to grasp
Jess' hips hard to keep herself upright.

   Several more pumps into Jess and Emma could feel Jess' fluids splashing
on her thighs and pelvis around the harness.  It occurred to her for a
brief instant that it was wise that she had stripped.  She would probably
have to take yet another shower that day.  Then again, perhaps not.  She
thought Brent might enjoy the idea of smelling Jess' love juices on Emma's
naked skin.

   Emma took several deep breaths as the burning in her loins intensified,
the little metal toy working its magic.  She paused in her thrusting into
Jess but it made little difference as the toy didn't care.

   Two more pumps, her skin colliding with Jess', and Emma was pushed over
the edge.

    -œOh, FUCK, JESS, OHHHH! - she screamed, her fingers digging hard into
Jess' flesh.  She stopped her thrusting and rode out the orgasm as wave
after wave hit.  She kept herself pressed hard against Jess' body as she
rode them out.

   Eventually, exhausted, Emma pulled away from Jess and slid out. 
Unexpectedly, this had no effect on the vibrator which was still wedged at
the top of her slit, stimulating her clit like crazy.  As the over-powering
sensations continued, she frantically plunged a hand behind the strap-on
harness and pulled the vibrator away.

   As she turned the knob to turn off the brutal little device, she
reflected on how forcing Jess to cum twice must have felt.  Had she gone
too far?

   She tossed the toy to the side and unbuckled the strap-on from behind
her ass.  She moved to toss it aside too but then thought of one last
action she wanted to take.

   Squatting in front of Jess one more time, she positioned the fake penis
at Jess' mouth.

    -œSuck it clean, please, - she said politely.

   Jess obediently opened and Emma filled her mouth with the rubber member.
Jess sucked it with all the attention she would have given the real thing.
Emma smiled as Jess sucked all of her own pussy juices off the dildo.

   Finished, Emma gently rolled Jess back onto her side, then laid down
behind her.  Emma let her ample bosom press against Jess' back as her
pelvis pressed against Jess' ass cheeks.  She could feel the fake jewel of
the butt plug press into her slit.  They lay there in silence for several
full minutes, just enjoying the feel of each others' bodies.  Not that Jess
had much say in it.

    -œJess, you are incredible, - Emma said softly.

    -œHey, - Jess responded over her shoulder, still drained,  -œyou were
pretty intense yourself.  There were no holds barred tonight. -

   The comment made Emma wince.

    -œI know...  and I'm sorry if I went too far.  Forcing you to climax
that second time must have- -

   Jess cut her off.

    -œHey, don't apologize for anything.  Yes, it rather hurt, but it was
still amazing in its own way and I submitted willingly.  If I had used my
safeword, would you have stopped? -

   Emma looked shocked.   -œYes!  Of course! -

    -œGood.  That's the important thing then.  I could have used it but
didn't.  And it was incredible, submitting to your abuse.  And I would do
it again.  So don't you dare try to apologize again for it, - Jess said
firmly.

    -œOk....  you really enjoyed it? - Emma asked uncertainly.

    -œSomeday, when you're ready, we'll switch roles and then you'll find
out for yourself! -



   Chapter 77

   The two of them lay there naked for quite a while longer, enjoying the
feeling of each other's bodies.  Jess broke the moment by speaking first.

    -œOk, you WILL have to get home eventually, so you should probably
unbind me. -

   Emma rolled Jess back up on all fours once more.  She bent over to
unbuckle the first strap on the spreader bar between Jess' wrists, then
stopped.

    -œHey, - Emma asked.   -œWhat time is Aaron getting home? -

    -œHe had to work late, but when he last texted he said he'd be home- -
she paused as she glanced up at the wall clock -  -œin about twenty
minutes. Why? -

   Emma stood up without undoing the strap.  She walked over to the desk
and pulled a sheet of paper from our printer.  Rooting through a drawer,
she found a pen and started writing.  Finished, she took a piece of tape
from the dispenser and walked back over to Jess.

   She placed the sheet of paper across Jess' back and taped it there. 
Then she got dressed without doing anything further to free Jess.

   Emma squatted one final time to kiss Jess on the lips before smiling as
she patted her on the cheek.

    -œHave fun! - she said.  Jess' eyes widened as she watched Emma turn
to leave.

    -œHey, you need to release me before you go! - Jess shouted.

   Emma giggled as she blew a kiss at Jess while opening the door.

   Frantic, Jess made one last plea.   -œAt least take off the nipple
clamps! -

   That made Emma stop and Jess sighed with relief.  But instead of moving
under her to remove the clamps, Emma picked the dildo gag back up from the
pile.

    -œOpen, - Emma said.  In spite of everything, Jess did like the good
little slave she was.  The rubber cock went into her mouth and the strap
went behind her head.  Emma adjusted the slide buckle and tightened it; not
enough to cause any discomfort, just enough to make sure it would stay put.

    -œIt's twenty more minutes.  You'll be fine! - Emma said before
leaving.  Jess mumbled into the dildo as she left.

   Upon arriving at home shortly thereafter, I came in to see my wife,
bound and on all fours, in the middle of our living room.  Her bare ass was
facing the door and was partially obscured by the piece of paper taped to
her lower back.  On it was scrawled:

    -œHi, Aaron,

   I left you a present.  Please be sure to shoot lots of cum into all
three of these holes.  They are here for you to use and fuck however you
see fit.  Oh, and that's an order.

   Love, Em

   P.S.  I already made her cum twice today, but I'm sure she has a few
more left in her. -



   I found out later that Emma was right, Jess did.  And who am I to
disobey an order?

   Chapter 78

   Emma didn't go home to her apartment; she didn't have much time left, so
she went to the local Walgreens which was fortunately only a block away
from our apartment building.

   She was sure she looked rather disheveled upon entering the store,
having just finished screwing the hell out of her neighbor, but if she did,
none of the clerks at the pharmacy seemed to care.

   She picked up an electric beard trimmer, just as Jess had suggested. 
Eyeing the rack next to it, she grabbed a disposable razor kit as well. 
She wasn't sure if she was confident enough to shave Brent with the blade
yet, but it wouldn't hurt to have it.  She picked up a few of the blades
she used to shave herself as well.

   Making the most of her trip, she also picked up a couple bottles of baby
oil and an enema kit because, well, why not?  Some isopropyl alcohol for
sterilizing and containers of baby wipes rounded out the trip.

   Her next stop was to the mall.

   - - -

   ** DING DONG **

   The little motion sensor near the doorway alerted the clerk to Emma's
arrival.  Amelia called out from behind the counter where she was ducked
down sorting merchandise tags.

    -œWelcome to Spooner's! -

   Emma walked up to the counter as Amelia stood up.

    -œHi, - Emma began,  -œI'm Emma.  I don't know if you rememb- -

   Amelia cut her off with a hearty laugh.

    -œOh, I remember you!  I hope you don't think that stripping my
customers and shoving butt-plugs in them in the middle of my store is an
every day occurrence. -

   Emma chuckled awkwardly.

    -œSo what can I help you with? - Amelia asked, tenting her fingers on
the counter in front of her.

   Emma took a deep breath and let it out.  She was very comfortable around
Jess, Aaron, and Brent, but Amelia was still basically a stranger to her.

    -œUm, I need a few things.  Do you have a piece of paper and a pen? -
Emma asked.

   Amelia leaned back and pulled a pad and pen from under the counter,
placing it on the counter in front of Emma.  Emma took them and begin
writing quickly.  She kept the pad hidden with one hand; she didn't know
why since she was about to hand the list to Amelia anyway, but it still
made her feel more at ease to do so.

   Finished, she turned the pad back to Amelia who picked it up and started
scanning through it.  Her gaze was passive; her only real expression was a
couple of nods upon reaching the end.

    -œWow, guess you and the new guy are really moving things right along!
This isn't still for your first time, is it? - Amelia asked with a cocked
eyebrow.

    -œNo! - Emma said a bit too loudly.   -œUh, no, we've, uh, had sex
already. - She couldn't meet Amelia's look as she said it.

   Amelia looked back to the list, studying the rest of it.

    -œDamn, girlfriend! - Amelia exclaimed.  She put a fist out and held
it in front of Emma.  Emma was totally perplexed.

    -œDon't just leave me hangin', girl! - Amelia said in exasperation. 
Emma finally caught on and gave Amelia a clumsy fist-bump.

    -œWoo!  Ok, let's get you equipped! - Amelia said.  She pulled a
plastic bag from the holder next to her and ducked down to get her 
-œspecial - tote from under the counter to fill Emma's order.

    -œSome of this stuff, - Amelia said,  -œis kind of pricey in the
high-end line.  Did you want those or do you want the cheapies? -

   Emma didn't even consider the question.   -œThe best.  Same as you sold
my friend Jess.  Don't worry about the price. -

    -œCha-ching!  That's what I like to hear! - Amelia said cheerily.

   - - -

   Back at home, she put on a skimpy dress and eyed herself in the mirror.
She looked good, she thought.  She turned around a couple of times, then
reconsidered.  She pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it back on
the bed.  Her naked body looked just as nice and was more to the point.

   She went into the closet and pulled out a cardboard box.  From it she
withdrew the riding crop.

   In the bedroom already was the bag of goodies she'd purchased at
Spooner's.  Some of them were probably pushing the limits.

   She wasn't sure if she should go so fast with Brent considering that her
bondage experience was limited and Brent's was nearly non-existent, but
he'd seemed very willing thus far and it was, oh, such much fun.  Her fun
with Jess had strongly bolstered her confidence.

   She tapped the crop lightly against her hand a few times before making
some practice swings.  It swished through the air which sounded vicious in
the silent apartment.  With her last swish, she caught the crop in her palm
again but this time at full force.

    -œOw, fuck!  That stings! - she cried out and shook her hand in the
air.  There was no one in the room to hear her, of course.

   Brent arrived a little after 6:30.  Emma heard movement in the hallway
and confirmed through the peephole that it was him coming up.

   Then, channeling the sexiness of every porno she'd seen (which wasn't
all that many), she positioned herself in the middle of the living room. 
Her legs were spread apart and arms were folded across her tits with the
riding crop sideways between her teeth.

   Brent knocked.

    -œMum shin, - was all she managed of  -œcome in. - It must have been
enough because she watched as the door handle turned.

   The door swung open and Brent called out.

    -œHi, sweetie- - and then he caught sight of Emma, nude with a crop in
her teeth, waiting for him.  He stumbled and lost his grip on the white
plastic bag he'd been carrying.

   Emma opened her mouth in surprise and the crop fell to the floor.  She
fell to her knees and caught the bag as it hit the ground.  She saw inside
that it was Chinese take-out food containers.  Bruiser came barreling into
the living room at the smell of food and jumped up against Emma's naked
body, causing her to fall over in surprise.  Bruiser barked twice, licked
her on the face, then drove his nose into the bag.

   Jess' comments about  -œflubbing - things echoed in her head and Emma
abruptly burst out in laughter.

   Chapter 79

   Brent dropped down next to Emma to make sure she was ok.  He had no idea
why she was laughing like a lunatic.  Bruiser, meanwhile, managed to open a
container of white rice and his nose was buried in it.

    -œEm, what's going on? - Brent asked.  It took Emma a few moments to
resume her composure.

    -œOh, God, Brent, - she said, still chuckling.   -œI had this big
seduction planned and I guess I 'flubbed' it! -

   Brent sat down on Emma's side.  Bruiser pulled his snout out to show it
coated in white rice.  He sneezed and blew grains of rice all over Emma's
stomach and crotch.  That caused Emma to burst into laughter all over
again.

   Once Emma calmed down, she stood up and brushed herself off.  Bruiser
snagged the bits of rice up as they hit the floor.

    -œOk, - Emma said, hands on her hips.   -œLet's go get the men in this
house fed so we can play. -

   Emma picked up the bag and headed for the kitchen, Bruiser running
behind and jumping up at the bag.

   Emma laid out the Chinese on the table then went to prepare Bruiser's
food (dog food that is.)

   Brent spoke as she was placing the bowl down on the floor.

    -œWe could skip supper for now, - he said, coming up behind Emma and
placing his hands on her hips as she was bent over.  Emma gave him a wry
smile over her shoulder.

    -œUh, uh, you're going to need the energy! - she said, patting him on
the leg.

   Bruiser finished his supper first and went off to Emma's bedroom to nap.
Emma liked that he was making himself right at home there.  Brent was
trying hard for a second place finish so Emma had to chastise him.

    -œSlow down or you'll choke! - she said, wagging a finger at him and
sounding very motherly as she did.  Brent thought so too, which caused him
to laugh and, ironically, choke slightly on his Lo Mein.

    -œSee?! - Emma said, laughing, as he coughed.



   Brent slowed but still ended up finishing his plate first; Emma was
close behind, though.  Their dishes went into the sink unwashed for the
time being.  Emma took Brent by the hand and led him to the bedroom.

    -œOk, let's get this party started!  Start stripping, - Emma directed.
She helpfully pointed at his clothes.

   Brent moved quickly and was naked in under thirty seconds.  His clothes
were tossed to the side unceremoniously.  Emma, still naked, was already
good to go.

   Emma squatted in front of him and pulled at the tufts of his pubic hair,
frowning at them.

    -œI mentioned the other day, - she said,  -œthat this needs to go. 
And that time is right now.  Get on the bed. -

   Brent turned to the bed which he saw had a towel lying on top of the
comforter.  He climbed up and put his back against the headboard, his legs
and crotch on the towel.

   The bag of goods from Spooner's was on the floor near the bed.  Emma
took out a plastic wrapped bundle from inside it.  Ripping the plastic
open, she pulled out a fresh, new set of four bed-post restraints.

   Emma tried to hide her confusion as she eyed them, trying to figure out
how they worked.  On one end of each strap was a leather cuff with a men's
belt-style buckle.  She opened and closed one to test it.  Attached to the
cuff was a length of rope that connected it to the other end which had a
short chain with a snap-hook.  The snap-hook allowed the chain to clip back
onto itself and lock it around- well, whatever you wanted to chain someone
to, she supposed.

   The first cuff went around Brent's right wrist; he raised his arm
without comment or surprise.  He willingly held it out in the direction of
the bed corner.  Emma buckled the cuff closed, then inserted two fingers
between the cuff and his wrist to check the tightness.  Unhappy with it,
she undid the buckle and pulled it two holes tighter.

   It took her a minute to figure out how to attach the other end of the
restraint.  The chain was simple enough, but she couldn't figure out a way
to secure it so that it would keep Brent's arm outstretched.  Eventually,
she saw that she could route the rope up and over the top of the headboard
and latch the chain around the base of the leg on the bed.  The length of
the rope had an adjustable loop in the middle to shorten or lengthen it,
but as luck would have it, the length was perfect to keep Brent's arm up in
the air without being pulled uncomfortably.

   In another couple of minutes, Emma had Brent's other wrist and both
ankles secured in the same way to the bed.  He wasn't pulled full spread
eagle but was secured enough that he couldn't move neither legs nor arms
more than a few inches in any direction.  And all of his boy-parts were
fully exposed to her.

   After pausing to admire the bonds, Emma turned and moved to her dresser
where she'd put the electric razor which was still in the box.

   Opening the box, she discovered that it was a rechargeable model with a
charging base that it stood up in.  There was no way to plug it in. 
'Shit!' she thought to herself.  'What would she do?'

   She slid the button on the back and the razor buzzed to life.  The
little charge indicator on the opposite side said the battery was at
seventy-five percent.  Well, it actually showed three out of four little
blue bars, but that was close enough.  She flicked it back off.

   There was a dial on the back which ranged from one to eight and
controlled the height of the blade.  Jess hadn't told her what to set it
at, but she figured she wanted as little stubble tickling her nose as
possible, so  -œ1 - it was.

   She made sure to exude confidence as she spun back around to him.  If he
sensed her nervousness, it would undoubtedly make him nervous as well and
she couldn't afford to have him flinching or squirming while she worked.

    -œAll right, - Emma said with authority.   -œTime to make you look
like a twelve-year-old. - She held the razor up for emphasis.  Brent
nodded to her.

    -œUm, just hair-wise, of course, - she added.   -œNot size wise. 
You're not like a- fuck it, you know what I mean. -

   The restraints held him spread apart enough to make for easy access.  He
seemed calm as she crawled in between his legs, propping herself up on her
elbows.

   She surveyed the landscape that she was about to clear of weeds.  Then
she used her hands to pull his skin taut in various directions, testing how
much it moved.

   'Here goes nothing,' she thought to herself.

   Chapter 80

   Emma turned the razor back on and pointed it at the top of Brent's pubic
mound.  She figured that was a better place to start than the...  sensitive
bits.

   Feigning more confidence than she felt, Emma pulled up a tuft of pubic
hair and ran the razor across it.  It did its job admirably and a huge pile
came off in her fingers.  She tossed it onto the towel then glanced up at
Brent.  Brent was smiling down at her, fully trusting in her skills.  That
made one of them.

   Reassured by not having castrated Brent with a beard trimmer (was that
possible?  Emma felt the urge to shudder but suppressed it), she moved a
bit quicker with the next bunch of pubic fur.

   Several more passes and his mound was bare.  She ran her fingertips
across the skin to check out her handiwork.  The electric razor, as Jess
had warned her, did not get it bowling ball smooth like she was used to,
but it was much better than the shrubbery that had been there five minutes
earlier.

   In the meantime, Brent had grown fully aroused, what with his being
bound to the bed while Emma's naked body wiggled in between his legs while
playing with his crotch.  Emma didn't comment but she'd had to hold his rod
out of the way as she was shaving him.

   Now, she moved on to that rod.  She scraped the razor across the stray
hairs at the base of his member, being careful to not let the razor
actually touch his penis.  She didn't know it, but Brent was terrified of
the razor moving around down there.  He made sure not to let it show much
as Emma didn't show her fear.

   His scrotum was last.  Emma pulled the skin out as tight as she could
without hurting him.  She held her breath and made one pass over his sack,
watching all the hairs fall to the towel.  She quickly looked back up at
him to see if he was ok (he was.)

   Letting her breath out, she cleaned up the rest of his crotch.  Once,
while going across, he jerked away and she pulled the razor up in alarm.

    -œAre you ok?  Did I hurt you? - she asked, worried.

   Brent swallowed.   -œNo...  I'm ok.  It didn't hurt but it did, I dunno,
pinch for a moment, I guess.  It startled me more than anything else.  You
can keep going. -

   Emma did and in another few minutes, she completed the deforestation of
Brent's crotch.  She left him for a minute to get a warm towel in the
bathroom.  With it, she removed all of the stray hairs from around his
mound, sack, and legs.

   She smiled at him as she patted him lightly on the balls.

    -œMuch, MUCH, better! - she proclaimed.   -œNow, when I do THIS - -
she bent over and took his cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down twice
before withdrawing -  -œit doesn't tickle my nose or eyes. -

   Brent laughed.   -œThen I agree, that definitely makes it much better!
-

   Emma pushed her hair aside as she swallowed his cock again, making sure
to tickle his cock head with her tongue.  She used that same tongue to
trace his shaft from the (relatively) smooth base to the tip, encircling
the rim slowly.  She looked up as she did to gauge his reaction and she saw
he'd closed his eyes and had his head resting against the headboard.  That
worked for her.

   Emma pulled away from his member long enough to put two fingers in her
mouth, moistening them.  She resumed blowing him and let her fingers trail
along his sack, moving south to his asshole.

   'It's now or never,' she thought to herself.  Should she ask permission?
Or just go for it and stop if he protested?

   She placed the wet middle finger at his asshole and pressed lightly. 
That was enough to make him tense up and open his eyes.  She held her
finger there and looked up at him.  Their gazes met and Brent gave a short
little nod.  That was enough for Emma.

   Her digit pressed hard against his rosebud until it popped through.  He
jumped a bit when it did, but settled right back down.

    -œHow does it feel? - Emma asked him.  Brent shrugged.

    -œOk, I guess. - His expression was unreadable.  Emma's finger went in
deeper until her knuckles bottomed out against his cheeks.  She held her
digit in him as she resumed sucking him off.

   As she dragged her lips up his manhood, she bent her finger inside him.
He lurched up and gasped aloud.

    -œOhhh, Emma.... - he moaned.

   Emma experimented by making a tickling motion with the digit stuck in
his ass; she declared the experiment a success when got a rise (literally)
out of him; his hips raised up off the bed a full two inches before
settling back down.  She heard him suck air in through clenched teeth.

   Her lips closed tight around his cock head as she continued to slowly
finger him.  His hips would lift up to meet her lips on each downward
movement of her mouth.

   Several more minutes of that and Brent was starting to quiver; that was
Emma's cue that he was getting close.  She took her mouth off of his cock
and withdrew her finger as well.  Brent moaned in frustration.

    -œShhhh.... - Emma said.   -œWe aren't done yet. -

   She went into the bathroom to wash her hand and returned with the bottle
of baby oil.  Routing in the bag on the floor from Spooner's, she took out
something that she hid behind her back for the moment.

    -œReady to kick things up a notch? - Emma asked playfully.  Brent
tried to look around her to see what she was hiding but couldn't.  He was a
bit reluctant but nodded.

   Chapter 81

   From behind her, Emma pulled out a small vibrator.  It was pretty plain,
blue plastic and tapered on one end, but Brent tensed up at the sight of
it.

    -œAaron says that he really enjoys the feeling but if you aren't up for
it, I understand, - she said, holding the vibrator in one hand and the
bottle of oil in the other before him.  She waited patiently for his
approval.

   It only took him a few moments to answer.   -œGo ahead.  I'm ready. -

   Emma was giddy.  She climbed back on the bed between his legs, kneeling
before him.  She squirted the vibrator well before closing the bottle and
tossing it on the nightstand.  She reached down and lined up the vibe at
his hole.  As it touched his sphincter, he tried to close his cheeks and
legs but the restraints mostly prevented that.  Emma waited for him to
relax before pushing the toy into him.

   It was bigger than her finger but small enough that the oil allowed it
to slide in without much resistance.  She gave it some turning motions,
sawing its way into him.  Once it was fully inserted, she turned the knob
on the base and it buzzed to life inside him.

    -œOooooo, oohhhh.....  that's...  pretty intense.... - he said,
wriggling around on the bed.  Emma let go of the toy and it started to
slide back out.  That wouldn't work for her plan but luckily Amelia had
suggested an item to fix that.

   Sliding back, she bent over the edge of the bed and retrieved a leather
harness from the bag on the floor.  It had a rectangular leather pad and
several straps that crossed around with adjustable buckles.  Brent was only
peripherally aware of what she was doing as he was busy enjoying the
sensation of the toy stimulating his prostate.

   Emma slid the harness under his legs; Brent willingly pulled up his hips
to aid her.  A strap went around his waist and two more straps went from
behind the back and along the inside of each thigh, clipping on at the
waist.  The leather pad went left to right between those two straps and
landed in line with his ass.  Once cinched up, it left his cock and balls
fully exposed while the pad held in place anything that might be inserted
into the bottom's, er, bottom.  That was exactly what Emma needed.

   She slid the vibrator back into Brent's ass and adjusted the buckles
until the pad pressed against the base of the toy.  To achieve that, she
had to tighten the straps quite firmly along the inside of each leg but he
was in enough bliss so as not to notice; or, at least, to not care.

   Finished with that, Emma slid her naked chest up the front of his body,
pressing hers against his and placing both hands on the headboard to either
side of him.  She kissed him for a full thirty seconds while idly playing
with his rock hard manhood.  Pulling up further, she stuck one tit in front
of his mouth and he obliged her by taking the nipple between his lips.

   He tugged lightly and sucked on it for some time, Emma's ample boob
squishing into his face, before she pushed off the headboard and turned
around.  She placed her ass against his chest and slid down until she
hovered just above his rod.

    -œMmmm.... - Brent moaned from behind her as the vibrator tickled his
rectum.  Its buzzing was just barely audible from inside him.

   Reaching between her legs, she lined his penis up and placed the head
against her nether lips.  She'd lubed up the vibrator but she didn't need
any artificial lube herself; she her juices were dripping down his shaft.

   She pulled her lips apart and lowered herself onto him.  His manhood
filled her with little resistance.

   Brent had the vibrator stimulating his prostate while Emma's slick pussy
walls stimulated his member.  Her ass cheeks connected with the top of his
thighs once he was fully inside her.

   He moved to put his arms around her before he was reminded of the bonds
which stopped him short.

   Emma moved her hips up and down, letting his meat saw in and out of her
womanhood (since Brent couldn't contribute much to the effort.) She made
sure that her plump ass cheeks brushed against his stomach as she did so.

   The sensations Brent was feeling were nearly unbearable; his nude
girlfriend sliding up on down on his pole while the vibrator stimulated the
hell out of his prostate.  He wanted to pace himself and control his orgasm
but when he tried to clench up, it had the effect of putting more pressure
on the vibrator and pushed him closer to the edge.

   He moved on to doing Lamaze-style breathing.  Or at least what he
assumed it was supposed to be like based on every television show he'd ever
since.  His wife had never been pregnant.

   Emma heard the strange breathing behind her so she stopped and looked
over her shoulder.

    -œYou ok back there? - she asked.  He was given a slight break as his
erection was no longer being stroked by Emma's hot tunnel.

    -œYep! - he said through clenched teeth.   -œNo worries!  Just trying
to not, uh, humiliate myself and hold out longer than a sixteen-year-old!
- He made a thumbs-up gesture with a bound hand.

    -œDon't worry about that, sweetie.  Just enjoy yourself, - Emma cooed
back to him.

   She resumed her slow, methodical sliding, wiggling her body against him
as she did.  The feeling was electric as her pussy gripped and squeezed
him; the pressure in his ass amplified it ten-fold.

   Brent managed to hold out for another two minutes but, in the end,
couldn't contain his orgasm any longer.  Emma felt him shaking behind and
beneath her.

    -œEh-eh-Emma, I'm going to...  I can't... - he stammered.  Emma
reached between her legs and cupped his balls, rolling them in her hand.  A
moment later she heard him grunt, then felt his warm love shooting inside
her.

   She held his sack in her hand as she continued to work her pussy up and
down on him.  She was rewarded with several more blasts, each time feeling
his body strain against his bonds.

    -œUnnnh, oooooo.... - came the sounds in her ear.  Emma clenched her
vaginal walls, trying to milk every lost drop from him.

   Once Brent had ceased spasming beneath her, Emma slid herself up and off
of his rod.  He was panting heavily, eyes closed in the post-orgasmic haze.

   Emma seated herself against the headboard to his right and nuzzled her
head against his neck.  He was still moaning quietly.

    -œSo, how did it feel? - she asked.

    -œMmmm.....  good, but, um, could you turn off the vibrator now?  I'm a
bit sensitive, - he said.  She looked up and saw him biting his lower lip.

    -œOh!  God, sorry! - she said, quickly loosening the straps on his
harness enough so she could reach beneath him and turn the knob on the
vibrator.  She left the toy still inside him but he didn't complain, happy
just to have the vibe silenced.

    -œThank you... - he sighed.  Emma resumed her spot on his shoulder.

    -œSo? - Emma asked again.

    -œOh, it was incredible, - Brent said breathlessly.   -œThe vibrating
sent tingles through my privates and the pressure inside me made it tough
to control my orgasm.  And when I did orgasm, my tunnel tried to squeeze
the vibrator and enhanced the feeling even more.  I have to admit that it
seemed a bit, uh, gay before.  Is that ok to say?  I dunno.  Anyway, I see
now why Aaron gets off on it.  It was INTENSE. -

   Emma smiled and ran her hand across his chest.  She didn't comment on
it, but she could feel his seed leaking out from her pussy and onto her
comforter.  It occurred to her distantly that the comforter wouldn't fit in
the washing machine in the apartment building so she would have to take it
to the local laundromat.  She wasn't about to pull away from her spot,
though.  She would stay like that forever if she could.

    -œEm?  I want to ask you something, - Brent asked.

    -œYes? - she said, somewhat concerned.   -œIs something wrong? -

    -œHuh?  Oh, no!  Nothing like that! - Brent said.   -œI just wanted to
ask... - He trailed off and Emma waited for him to continue.  He did after
taking a deep breath.

    -œI think we should move in together, - he said with sudden courage,
punctuating the statement with a nod that Emma could feel.

   Emma was taken aback.

    -œReally?  You don't think it's too soon? - she asked.  He shook his
head firmly.

    -œNo.  I don't.  I mean, I don't know, who knows?  Maybe it is, but I
still think we should do it anyway.  Let's be honest, you have a toy shoved
up my ass, - he said, jerking his head in that direction.   -œI think the
'taking it slow' ship has sailed. -

   Emma laughed but wasn't convinced.

    -œI know we have moved quickly sexually, but that isn't the same thing
as building a life together, - Emma said.  She really, really wanted to
move in with him but felt it important to play Devil's Advocate so that
Brent would be sure about it.

    -œI know that.  And that is just it.  I can't imagine a life without
you anymore.  And I know there is more to being a couple than this; than
sex, that is.  And I want to experience that with you.  And I'm sure
Bruiser does too, - Brent finished.

   Emma smiled and kissed him on the neck.

    -œI'd love that, - Emma said.   -œNow let's get that toy out of your
ass. -

    -œSounds good, - Brent said.   -œAnd I think you owe me a story about
you and your neighbors. -

   Chapter 82

   As Emma undid the restraints holding Brent down, she related the story
of how she fucked me after my being denied release all night.  Then she
proceeded to tell Brent about her  -œtraining session - with Jess and
mentioned that some of the sex that he smelled on her was actually Jess'.
She made sure to leave out no detail including leaving Jess bound up for me
to find (and use) when I got home.

    -œDamn, that's hot, - Brent said softly as he massaged his wrists.

   All the storytelling was making Emma's imagination wander.

    -œK, lift your legs, - Emma instructed.  As she was removing the
vibrator from Brent's ass, another idea occurred to her.

   Emma sat there for a moment, chewing her lower lip.  Brent frowned.

    -œWhat is it, Em? -

   Emma took a breath before speaking.

    -œYou've been very understanding so far, but if this next request is
out of line, I totally understand. - She looked up to meet his eyes before
continuing.  Brent waited patiently.

    -œSo, you remember Mike, who I work with? - Emma asked.  Brent nodded.


    -œWell, I want to, uh, have some fun with him, - Emma said nervously.

   Brent's frown deepened.   -œOk....  I am fine with that, but I have to
ask, why?  From what you told me, I didn't think that you were into him
anymore... -

   Emma shook her head.   -œI'm not, but I've been imagining a lot of
things lately and have some, fantasies, shall we say.... -

   Brent shrugged his shoulders, leaned over, and kissed Emma on the cheek.
 -œGo for it.  It's fine with me.  But you'll have to tell me all about it
later. -

    -œGod, you are awesome, - Emma said.  She leaned over and kissed him
on the lips, resting her hand on the inside of his thigh.  Her fingers
brushed his freshly shaved ball sack and she looked down to see that he was
already getting hard again.

    -œWell, - she said,  -œI had a big supper but I think I can still find
room for dessert. - And she took his cock back into her mouth once more.

   Chapter 83

   It was several days before Emma's and Mike's schedules coincided but
that following Saturday she was able to put her plan into motion since both
of them were working the 8 am  -" 4 pm shift.

   For the first step, she'd worn her skirt sans panties again.  It had
worked once, she thought.  Why mess with success, right?

   She repeated the trick of brushing against his crotch several times
while moving around the store.  Around 10 a.m., she had Mike  -œhelp - her
as she climbed a ladder, flashing her bare pussy at him as she had the
previous time.

   Back on the floor, she sat on a stack of cases, letting her skirt 
-œaccidentally - ride up in the back, exposing her ass to him.  Emma
caught a definite bulge forming in his pants so she knew her teasing was
working, but after rebuking him the last time, Mike wasn't taking the bait
again.  He kept his mouth shut.  That was ok because Emma intended to make
an offer he couldn't refuse.

   The store was small enough that it was a pretty sparse crew on most
shifts.  For this particular shift, it was only Emma, Mike, and Liz.  Emma
was the  -œmanager on duty - since she had the most seniority.  That made
it easy to ensure that they she and Mike would end up on break together.

   She followed Mike into the break room and came up behind him.  He didn't
hear her but he found out she was there when she dropped all pretense of 
-œaccidental - teasing when she grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands. 
Mike spun around in shock.

    -œEmma?!  What the hell- -

   Emma cut him off by putting a finger to his lips.

    -œShhh.... - she said.  He was so stunned by that that he did 
-œshush. -

    -œMike, - she said,  -œI felt bad about teasing you a couple of weeks
ago, - - Ha!  - -and wanted to make it up to you.  Let me be blunt: if
you want it, I will give you the best blow job of your life.  What do you
say? -

   Mike's jaw dropped and he didn't say anything for some time.

    -œWha- I mean, um, where?  When?  I mean- - he was stammering.  But
didn't say 'no.' Well, he was a teenaged single guy, after all.

    -œNow.  Right here.  Right now.  It's just us here.  Liz is on the
register so she won't be back here to bother us. -

    -œBut, but....  I thought I heard you were dating someone?  Some
firefighter? - Mike tried.

    -œI am.  His name is Brent.  And we have a very, uh, 'open'
relationship.  And this would be good practice for me.  So, what do you
say? Will you help a girl out and let me hone my technique on you? -

   Really, how could Mike say no to that?

    -œUh, ok, I guess.... - he said, still unsure.

    -œGreat! - Emma exclaimed.   -œDrop those pants then. -

   Mike fumbled unbuttoning his pants so Emma reached over to help him
before he could change his mind.  With her help, his pants were on the
floor in record time.  That let Emma see the tent in his underwear and the
round, wet spot staining the front of them.

    -œThere's just one thing... - Emma said as she was putting her thumbs
into the waistband.  Mike's eyes narrowed.

    -œWhat? - he said suspiciously.

    -œI have....  panic attacks.  When guys are above me.  Very few people
know about it, not even Liz, - she said.  She swallowed hard.  She felt a
bit bad using this tiny grain of truth to coerce him but it was the only
thing she could think of to give her a plausible excuse for what was going
to happen next.

   She continued.   -œI'm not really looking to share the story right now
but there was an incident with some cousins attacking me when I was
younger. -

    -œOk.... - Mike said, not sure where she was going.

    -œIn a sexual way.  Anyway, I have to know that I'm in complete control
of the situation.  I have to know that the guy can't overpower me.  So, you
have to be willing to let me tie you to that table there while I suck you
off.  Are you ok with that? - Emma's heart stopped as she waited for his
answer.  If he refused  -" and he SHOULD have  -" then her plan was over.
But, fortunately, Mike was ragingly horny by that point and the erection
pointed at her was dripping with pre-cum.

    -œUm....  you mean like bondage? - Mike asked uncertainly.

    -œNo, nothing like that, - Emma assured him.  Of course, it was
EXACTLY like that.   -œIt's just a silly phobia I have.  I hope you
understand but if you aren't comfortable with that then we don't need- -

    -œNo! - Mike shouted much too eagerly.   -œIt's fine!  I understand.
- No, he didn't.  Her fingers were still in the waistband of his underwear
but he was the one that yanked them to the floor and exposed his cock to
Emma.

   He wasn't shaved but that was no surprise.  She hadn't expected him to
be.  The surprise was that he was shockingly small; easily an inch shorter
than either Aaron or Brent (neither of whom were massive themselves) and
thinner, too.  He was fully erect  -" there was no question about that. 
But he wasn't going to get any bigger.

   Emma was mildly disappointed.  She didn't know why.  But she didn't let
it show.  Instead, she faked a big smile for him.

    -œNice package! - she lied.  Mike wasn't sure how to respond to that.

    -œUh, thank you, - he said awkwardly.  His girlfriend had never
complimented him on it.

    -œOk, turn around and bend over the table, stomach to the table top, -
Emma instructed.  Mike turned and looked at the table.  A brief moment of
doubt came over him but the horny devil on his shoulder brushed it away on
his behalf.  He bent over as she told him to.

   Emma pulled from her pocket four lengths of rope.  It didn't occur to
Mike to wonder why she carried pieces of rope around with her.  Emma worked
quickly before it did.

   In less than a minute, both of his legs were tied with double knots to
the table legs.  He began to get nervous when Emma took his first wrist and
pulled it above his head to tie it to the leg on the far side of the table.
All told, he was tied quite firmly in under two minutes flat.  He didn't
know that Emma had practiced tying knots at home for that very reason.

   Before he could get cold feet, Emma went behind Mike and grabbed the
cock that was sticking out beneath him.  She rubbed her thumb across the
tip and felt the bead of pre-cum.  She pulled her hand away and eyed it; it
was a somewhat sickly yellowish color.  Geez, she wondered for a moment if
his girlfriend had left him because of his tiny cock with its yellow cum. A
moment later she felt a brief pang of guilt for the mean thought.

   She sat down on the floor between his legs and shimmied underneath the
table.  She turned around so she was facing his feet with the table above
her and his cock pointing down at her.

   Reaching up, she grabbed his cock again and took it between her lips.



   Chapter 84

   Even though she had a lot planned for Mike that he didn't know about,
she'd fully intended to keep her end of the bargain and give him the
blow-job he was promised.

    -œOoooo, God that feels good... - Mike moaned from up above the table.
Thanks to his small size, Emma had no trouble bottoming her lips out
against his furry pubic mound.

   The position she was in made sucking him off a bit awkward, kind of like
she was using a (very short) snorkel to breathe underwater.  Mike wasn't
complaining one bit, though.  Emma could tell he was trying to push his
pelvis harder against her mouth but with his waistline already pressed
against the table that was pretty much impossible.

   One of Emma's hands grabbed an ass cheek for leverage so she could
steady herself as her mouth moved up and down on his shaft.  Her other hand
toyed with his balls, just 'cuz.

    -œMmmmm, Emma, oh... - came the sounds from up top

   Emma's lips wrapped around his cock head and sucked as hard as she
could. She heard him gasp above her.

    -œFuck, that's amazing! - he said.  His body tensed up, struggling
against the ropes.

   All told, only about three minutes passed before Mike was ready to blow;
that did not improve Emma's opinion of him sexually, but she wasn't getting
anything out of it yet so it really didn't matter to her.

   Emma felt his ass cheeks clench tightly just before he climaxed.  Emma
pulled her mouth off of his cock and started stroking him.  She saw his
legs straighten (as best they could) as his first load shot onto the floor
next to her.

   She wasn't sure why she didn't swallow; whether it was the color of his
cum, the size of his cock, or something else entirely, she didn't know. 
She just didn't want to.

   Rope after rope of Mike's jizz struck the breakroom floor.  All told, it
was a respectable puddle that he made.

    -œOooooohhhhhh... - he moaned as he relaxed against the table top
after his final shot.  Emma slid out from under the table off to one side,
avoiding the sticky pool beneath him..

   Mike was still moaning as Emma moved behind him.  The breakroom had a
row of small cubbies for each employee and Emma opened a paper lunch bag
that had been sitting in hers.  Mike's ass was pointing at the cubbies, so
he had no way of seeing Emma remove a butt plug and baby oil from the bag.
She set them on the table next to his waist, still out of his line of
sight.

    -œSoooo... - Emma said, reaching out and massaging Mike's cheeks as he
basked in his orgasmic bliss.   -œDid you enjoy that? -

    -œMmmmm, hmmmm... - was the only answer she got.

    -œGreat!  Do you feel you owe me for making you feel that good? - Emma
asked him.

    -œOh yeah, - Mike answered in a dreamy tone, not realizing what he had
just agreed to.

    -œSo glad you think so! - Emma said as she picked up the butt plug. 
She lubed it quickly and spread Mike's ass cheeks with one hand.  He had no
idea what was happening until he felt the plug press against his asshole.

    -œHey!  What the fuck- - he cried out.  He tried to squeeze his cheeks
closed and started pulling hard against the ropes but Emma used the hand
that had been spreading his cheeks to grab his balls.  HARD.

    -œAhhhh!  Fuck!  Stop! - he screamed.  Would Liz hear him?  Emma
didn't think so.  The register was pretty far away.

    -œRELAX, - Emma said firmly.   -œOr it will be worse.  I promise you.
-

   It took a few moments but Mike quit struggling and went limp against the
table.  Emma responded by releasing her grip on his sack and played with
his softening cock instead.

    -œSee?  Play nice and nice things happen.  Misbehave and, well... -
She gripped his balls again but only squeezed enough to make her point.

   Once she saw that he wasn't going to resist anymore, she pulled his
cheeks back open again, exposing his rosebud once more.

   Emma lined up the tip of the plug and shoved it firmly into him in one
push.

    -œOooooffff! - Mike grunted as the air was knocked out of him. 
Without stopping, the plug slid in until his ass swallowed the bulge
leaving just the grip sticking out.  The blue rubber grip held his cheeks
apart in front of her.

    -œWhat the fuck was that?! - Mike cried out.

    -œA butt-plug, - Emma said simply.

    -œA bu-, wha-, why? - Mike was mostly incoherent.

    -œ'Cuz I wanted to.  Now enough questions.  We have business to finish,
- Emma said sternly.

    -œHuh?  What business? -

    -œYou're going to cum for me, - Emma said.

    -œHuh?  What are you talking about?  I just did! - Mike protested.

    -œDuh, I know that.  I mean, you are going to cum AGAIN for me, - Emma
explained.

    -œI can't!  I just came, I can't cum again! - Mike protested.

    -œI know you'll need some time to recuperate, but we still have- - she
consulted the time clock which was situated in the break room -  -œanother
twenty-two minutes.  A strapping young lad like you should have no problem
getting it back up in that amount of time.  At least, I hope not.  Because
if you can't by the time our break is over, I'm heading back out to the
floor.  And leaving you here.  Like this. -

   Chapter 85

    -œEmma, this has gone far enough.  Untie me right now! - Mike
commanded.  Emma wasn't impressed.

    -œNo, - was all she said.

    -œI'm serious! - he shouted.   -œRight NOW! - The extra emphasis on
'now' was sure to work, he thought.  It didn't.

    -œTime's wasting, kiddo.  Tick tock, tick tock, - Emma said.  She
pretended to look at a non-existent watch for effect but he couldn't see it
from his angle anyway so the effort was wasted.

    -œEmma, - he said, his tone taking a more reasonable approach.   -œI
just came.  I can't cum again like that.  I need time, - he said,
pleading.

    -œYou have it- twenty minutes now to be exact, - she said.

    -œI CAN'T, really! - he protested.

   Emma reached under him and started fondling his balls.

    -œSure you can.  I know you'll need some assistance what with you being
a bit tied up at the moment. - Emma chuckled at the pun.  Mike didn't.  
-œAnd I'm a reasonable person.  I'm more than happy to help you achieve
your goal. -

   While still playing with his balls, she used her other hand to rotate
the plug in his ass.

    -œOooohhhh.... - Mike moaned.  The feeling was unlike anything he'd
felt before and made him forget about his predicament for a brief moment.

   The hand on his balls slid forward to the base of his shrunken shaft. 
Emma gave it several little tugs, pulling the penile skin taut as she
continued to play with the plug.

   For the first five minutes, she got no reaction out of Mike besides lots
of grunting and groaning as she pulled and tugged on his soft member.

    -œGeez, time's a-wastin' here, Mike, - she said.

    -œI can't do it! - he said.  He sounded like he might be ready to cry.
Emma stopped playing with him and walked around to the front of the table
to his head.  She squatted down in front of him and put a hand on the back
of his head.

    -œYes, you can.  I believe in you, Mike.  Think hot, sexy thoughts, -
she said.  She leaned in and kissed him on the lips.  In spite of
everything, he kissed her back.

    -œK, we are going to try some more.  Alright? - she asked.  Her eyes
were kind and gentle which had the desired effect.  Mike sniffled and
nodded.

    -œGood boy, - Emma said, rubbing his head as she stood back up.

   She resumed rotating the plug in his ass and Mike resumed his moaning.
Instead of tugging on his cock, Emma focused her fingers just on the rim of
the head.  She brushed over and over right on the sensitive glans there,
much as she had when she'd stroked Brent off.  Emma didn't know it, but
Mike had his eyes closed and was trying to conjure up all of the hottest
nude photos he'd ever seen online.

   Another five minutes passed without a rise but Emma didn't threaten him
further.  She just continued rubbing again and again on his cock head. 
Eventually, his moaning changed from a  -œMmmmm - to an  -œOooooohhh -
and Emma knew she must be making progress.

   Indeed, a couple more minutes passed and she felt his member begin to
harden again.  At that point, she stopped playing with the butt-plug and
played with his balls instead.  One hand teased his cock rim while the
other rolled his testes around like billiard balls.

   At the fourteen-minute mark, Mike was fully erect again.  Emma stopped
playing with his cock head and started stroking him again.  She pumped away
underneath him for another two minutes before he spoke up.

    -œUm, Emma? - he asked sheepishly.  Emma stopped masturbating him but
kept her hands on him.

    -œYes? - she asked.

    -œCould you keep, uh, playing with the end, like you were?  That was
working better, - he said.  She could hear the humiliation in his voice at
having to tell her how to best get him off, but he knew he was running
short on time.

    -œSure thing, honey, - Emma said sweetly.  She wrapped her fingers in
a circle around the rim again and rubbed there.

    -œLike this? - she asked but she could already tell by how his legs
tensed up that she'd found the spot.

    -œOoooo, yeah, just like, ooo, that, - Mike said.  His ass cheeks were
quivering as they tried to close but the butt plug held them apart.

   Mike's hips rocked in time to Emma's rubbing, the touch on his sensitive
spot making him shake.  Still, he moved closer toward climax, but not close
enough.

    -œEmma? - he asked.

    -œYes, kiddo? - she replied without stopping her manipulations on his
penis.

   Mike sighed before speaking.   -œCan you...  can you...  turn the, the,
um, thing in my butt some more?  It was...  helping before. - It nearly
killed him to admit that.

    -œAbsolutely! - Emma responded.  That was music to her ears.

   Emma released his balls and gripped the base of the butt-plug.  A moment
later she was twisting the toy in his ass (gently) while flicking at his
cock head.

   After only a few rotations, Mike's breathing quickened and his hips
started pushing as hard as he could into Emma's fingers.

    -œUnh, oooh! - Mike cried out and he climaxed for the second time in
less than thirty minutes.  His second orgasm was substantially less
impressive but he still managed four shots of jizz which added to the
puddle on the floor underneath him.

   Once he started to cum, Emma went back to stroking him, milking him like
a cow to get as much out as she could.

   As the last of his jizz drained, Emma said,  -œGood boy, Mike!  I knew
you could do it! - She gave him a triumphant slap on the ass.

    -œAnd, - she continued,  -œwith...  two full minutes to spare! -

    -œOh, thank God! - Mike sighed.   -œNow untie me! -

   Emma didn't answer him.  The break-room had a small kitchenette with a
sink that she walked over to.  She washed her hands clean of the mix of
lube, sweat, and cum that was on them.

   After drying her hands, she walked over to Mike's head again and
squatted in front of him.

   She kissed him on the lips and said,  -œNope. -

   Mike only blinked at her.  Emma stood back up and headed for the door.

    -œHey, wait, where are you going!?  You said you'd untie me if I came
in time!  We had a deal! - Mike shouted to Emma as she giggled and left,
just as she had Jess in the apartment living room a few days prior.

   Out on the sales floor, Emma found Liz standing at a register, eyeing
her nails since the line (and, in fact, the entire store) was empty.

    -œHey, - Emma said to her,  -œI'll cover your register.  Mike needs
you up in the break-room. -

   Liz frowned.   -œFor what? -

   Emma calmly shrugged and said  -œNo clue, just asked me to send you
over. I think he wanted to show you something. - Liz shrugged as well and
left.

   It was a good thing that the store was empty just then, because Emma
could plainly hear Liz's  -œHoly Shit! - and wondered for a moment if she
should have warned her.  Oh well.

   Chapter 86



   Emma was getting a bit nervous as time passed and neither Liz nor Mike
showed up.  What was going on?  Should she leave the register and go check
on them?

   Finally, she saw Liz walk through the door from the back room, smirking
at her.  Mike was right behind her, scowling and, Emma noticed, walking
slowly and uncomfortably.

   Mike walked over to the display he had been filling across from the
registers before everything had transpired.

   He squatted with great difficulty as he tried to pick up a bag.  Liz
resumed her post as the registered without saying anything.

   Emma walked over to Mike.

    -œDo you need help? - she asked, grinning ear to ear.

    -œNo! - Mike snapped.   -œI'm fine! - But Emma could see he wasn't
fine.

    -œWell, you seem to be having trouble there... - Emma commented.

   Mike looked around to ensure that they were both out of earshot of
anyone else; the store was no longer empty but no customers were nearby.

    -œLiz took pics of me with her phone in the break room and told me that
I had to leave the, uh, you know, IT, inside me for the rest of the shift.
If I didn't, she said she would show the photos to everyone. -

   Emma nearly choked on her laughter.  She thought it would be a long
three hours for him.

   She went over to the register to talk to Liz.

    -œSooooo... - Emma began.   -œWhat's new? -

   Liz glanced around before leaning in toward Emma.

    -œHow did you get him to let you tie him up? - Liz whispered.

    -œI offered him a break-room blow-job, - Emma said with a shrug.

    -œHe mentioned..... - Liz said, knowing there had to be more there.

    -œBut I told him if he wanted it, he had to let me tie him up to the
table, - Emma finished, shrugging.

    -œAnd that was all it took? - Liz said in shock.

    -œPretty much.  Guys are so easy to manipulate, - Emma said.  The
memory of how little experience she'd had two months prior did not occur to
her.

    -œAnd the - - she glanced around before saying the next word -  -œcum
all over the floor? -

    -œI gave him his blow-job but didn't swallow it so he came on the floor
next to me. -

    -œAnd that was when you left him? - Liz asked.

    -œNot exatly.  I then forced him to orgasm again before our break was
over or else I was leaving him there naked like that. -

   Liz was speechless for a moment.   -œAnd I guess he couldn't do it? -
Liz said.

    -œWellll...  yeah, actually he did.  But I left him there, anyway, -
Emma said, feeling slightly guilty for the first time.

   Liz laughed.   -œWow!  I didn't know you had a mean streak!  Remind me
to stay on your good side! -

   Emma laughed too.   -œYou better believe it!  So, you two were back
there a long time.  Why don't you tell me what YOU did? -



    -- 20 minutes earlier  --

    -œHOLY SHIT! - Liz exclaimed upon seeing Mike, naked and tied to the
break-room table.

    -œWhat the hell is going on in here? - she asked.

    -œLiz!  Thank God you're here!  I need you to untie me!  Emma did this!
She's crazy! - Mike said, rapid fire.  Mike was tied up facing away from
the door to the break-room, so he could only see Liz out of the corner of
his peripheral vision.  Liz, on the other hand, had a perfect view of his
naked ass and limp, shrinking cock dangling between his legs.  The puddle
of cum was also visible below him as was the blue plastic, well, SOMETHING,
that was protruding from his ass.

    -œLook, I don't know what kind of kinky shit you two are into- - Liz
began, taking a step back away.

    -œIt's not like that!  Emma did this to me and wouldn't untie me! -
Mike protested.

    -œSo....  you are saying that Emma, a girl who is something like three
or four inches shorter than you, 'overpowered' you and tied you up like
this against your will?  Is that what you want me to believe? - Liz
crossed her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes.

    -œWell...  no, it wasn't exactly like THAT, - Mike admitted.   -œShe,
um, offered to go down on me.  But I had to let her tie me up first.  But
then she wouldn't UNTIE me! -

    -œWell, - Liz said, eyeing the pool of cum,  -œLooks like you got what
you wanted. -

    -œPlease, Liz, just untie me! - Mike was begging now.  Liz took a step
towards him, then stopped and reconsidered.

   Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her cell phone.  She pointed it
at him and started snapping photos.  The distinctive fake-shutter noise
coupled with the camera flash made it clear to Mike what she was doing
behind him.

    -œHey!  Stop that!  Delete those right now! - he demanded.  His
demands had no more effect on Liz than they'd had on Emma.

    -œSo, - Liz said,  -œsince you are obviously into some crazy sex
stuff- -

    -œI'm not!! - Mike cried out.  Liz ignored him.

    -œI'll let you have some more fun.  First, though, I have to ask.  What
is that blue thing? -

   Mike didn't know what she was talking about because he'd never actually
seen the butt plug and didn't know it was blue.   -œHuh? -

    -œIn your butt, - Liz clarified.

    -œOh, uh, Emma said it was, uh, a butt-plug, - Mike said ashamedly.

   Liz burst out in laughter.

    -œNo shit!  That's fucking awesome! - Liz said.

   Liz walked over to him and gave the plug a tug, testing it.

    -œUnnh! - Mike grunted.   -œGo easy! - Liz didn't acknowledge his
complaint.  She reached between his legs and flicked his cock, now tiny
from its second climax.  It flopped back and forth a couple of times and
left a dribble of cum on her finger.

    -œEwww! - Liz said.  She wiped her finger off on the back of one of
Mike's legs.  In the process, her finger brushed the inside of his leg
which made him twitch.  Liz noticed it and raked her nails against the same
spot and watched him quiver again.

    -œHey!  That tickles! - he cried out.  And shouldn't have.

    -œOh?  Does it?  Like this? - Liz asked as she began viciously
tickling the inside of both legs.

    -œAh!  Quit it!! - Mike screamed as he shook his legs crazily to try
to get away from her touch but to no avail.  He was tied firmly.

   Liz left his legs just long enough to lean over him from behind and
tickle his ribcage next.  Mike was, indeed, ticklish there too and broke
out into pained laughter, his whole body spasming against the table.

    -œStop!  Please!  I can't breathe! - he said in between bursts of
laughs.  Liz showed a small drop of mercy and stopped, letting him catch
his breath before moving on to the next torture.

   She just wasn't sure what that torture was.  So she had to stall.  She
walked around to face him.

    -œAsk me to untie you, - she said.

    -œLiz, please untie me, - Mike replied.

    -œPfft!  Weak.  You must not really want me to untie you.  You probably
enjoy being tied up like that, - Liz said, crossing her arms and looking
down at him.

    -œPlease, Liz!  Please!  I'm begging you!  Untie me! - Mike's pleading
sounded more sincere this time.

    -œWhat would you do for me if I did? - Liz asked with a smirk.

    -œAnything!  I'll do anything! - Mike replied, frantic.

    -œWould you....  kiss my ass? - Liz said.

    -œHuh?  What? - Mike said, taken aback.

    -œMy ass.  Would you kiss it? - Liz asked again.

    -œUh.... - Mike didn't know how to respond.  He wasn't ready for that
demand.  But he really, really wanted to get untied.

    -œUh, yes, I guess so, - he said finally.

    -œGreat! - Liz said.  She was wearing a mid-thigh length skirt which
she pulled up in the back and tucked into the waist-band of her panties. 
Placing her backside to him, she pulled the panties aside and into her
ass-crack, fully exposing one cheek.  She took two steps back until the
cheek was right in front of Mike's face.

   Even though her ass was right in his nose, the only thing he could smell
was her perfume which he rather liked ( -œVery Sexy - by Victoria's
Secret.) He eyed her cheek for several seconds trying to decide what to do.
She had a beautiful ass.  Very beautiful.  And he needed to get untied.

   He stretched out his head towards her cheek but still couldn't reach.

    -œUh, Liz, can you take a step back? - he asked.  Liz did without
answering him and her cheek smashed into his lips.  He didn't pull away,
though.

   He placed a long kiss on the cheek which felt just as soft and smooth as
it looked.  He was  -œkissing her ass - but found it wasn't unpleasant at
all.  In the end, it was Liz who stopped things by stepping away once she'd
felt he'd kissed long enough.  It was fun but not as exciting as she'd
imagined.  She pulled her panties and skirt back into place and turned back
around to face him.

    -œWell, - she said, hands on her hips as she looked him over.  
-œSince you did exactly as you agreed to, I guess I can untie you now. -

   Liz bent down to untie one of his legs but after some futile tugging
discovered that Emma had ensured that Mike was not getting loose on his
own; the knot was fiercely tight.  She frowned for a moment before reaching
into her pocket and pulling out a box cutter that she used for cutting off
UPC symbols for their  -œbuy 9 bags of pet food, get 1 free - program.

   A few slices later and Mike was a free man again.  Well, relatively free
save for being totally at Liz's mercy thanks to the compromising photos she
had of him.

    -œK, stand up, - she told him.  Mike did, rubbing one wrist where the
rope had chafed it.  He reached behind to his ass and grabbed the base of
the plug to pull it out.

    -œUh-uh! - Liz chastised.   -œDon't you dare touch that! -

   Mike pulled his hand away from it like it was a hot pan.

    -œBut, Liz, - he began.

    -œYou're leaving it in.  For the rest of the shift. - She added, the
idea coming to her at the last moment.

    -œBut- - he tried again.

    -œNow you can leave it in until you get home.  Want to keep going? -
Liz said, scowling.

    -œNo, - Mike said, scowling back.

   Liz thought for a moment.   -œWhen you get home, you are going to take a
picture of that plug still in you.  Make sure I can see your bedroom.  And
you'll text it to me.  Then, and only then, can you take it out. -

    -œOk, - Mike said, grumbling.   -œWhat do I do with it after that? -

   Liz shrugged.   -œHell if I know.  It's not mine.  I guess you'll have
to ask Emma if she wants it back. -

   Mike went to get his underwear when Liz stopped him again.

    -œUh, uh!  I didn't say you could get dressed yet, - she said, wagging
a finger at him.

    -œAwww, but-, - Mike said, whining.

    -œI didn't say we were done.  Just that I would untie you.  Hands to
your side and stand up straight! - Liz barked.

   Chapter 87

   He put his hands to the side.  He wasn't exactly  -œat attention - but
it was close enough for Liz.

   She looked him over.  She was surprised to see how tiny he was, but she
didn't comment on it.  The rest of his body was very fit and toned.  He was
quite good looking and she didn't blame Emma one bit for crushing on him.

   She put her hand on her chin as she thought about what to do next.  She
hadn't had time to prepare for this.

    -œUmm....  ok.  Do...  ten jumping jacks! - Liz ordered.  Mike
frowned; that wasn't what he was expecting.  But after a pause, he started
jumping.

   The jumping jacks had the desired effect; Mike's flaccid penis flopped
around wildly in front of his crotch.  Liz covered her mouth as laughter
came over her.

   Mike finished his ten.   -œK, can I go now? - he said, hands on his
hips.

    -œFuck, no!  I'm just getting started! - Liz said, still laughing. 
Mike sighed heavily.

    -œGrab some paper towels from the dispenser and clean up your jizz on
the floor, - was Liz's next order.  Mike had forgotten about his seed
puddled under the table.  His eyes widened a bit at the realization that
he'd been so desperate to get out of there that he would have left his cum
all over the floor had Liz not said something.  And he was the only male
employee that PetHub had.  That would have been bad.

   Mike grabbed the towels and got down on his hands and knees to clean it
up.  It was much stickier then he was expecting and he had to get another
handful of paper towels plus a bottle of Windex.

   Eventually, the floor was clear of his semen and he threw the remaining
towels away.

    -œYou're going to leave your cum covered paper towels in the barrel of
the break-room? - Liz asked.   -œTie the bag up and throw it in the
dumpster out back. -

   Liz was right again.  God, he had to be more careful.  Mike started to
tie the bag before he realized the implication of what she was saying.

    -œLiz!  I can't go outside naked like this! - Mike protested.  The
color had drained completely from his face.  That got another round of
laughter from Liz.

    -œAlright you big wuss.  Tie it up and you can throw it away later. 
Ummm... - She paused to think some more.

    -œOh! - she said, an idea suddenly occurring to her.   -œJump up on
the table and lay on your back. - He paused, unsure about what more was to
come but he did as she instructed.

    -œNo, slide back more.  Yeah, like that.  Now pull your knees tighter,
- she instructed further.

    -œOk, now I want you to try and suck your dick, - Liz said simply.

    -œHuh?!  I can't do that! - Mike said.

    -œWhy?  Because it's gay or something? - Liz asked.

    -œNo, because it's physically impossible! - Mike exclaimed.

    -œTry anyway! - Liz said firmly.

   Mike grumbled and tried to pull his head towards his pelvis.  It
appeared, as he said, that it wasn't going to happen as he couldn't come
within two feet of his lips meeting his cockhead.  Liz wasn't giving up
that easily, however.

   She crossed to the side of the table and put an arm under his knees. 
She lifted with all her might to try and push his hips closer but in the
end, he was still more than eighteen inches away from being able to reach
his own dick.  All she succeeded in doing was make Mike grunt and groan. 
Apparently, those photos on the internet were fake.  Who knew?

    -œDamn.  Oh well, guess you were telling the truth.  Hurmph! - Liz
said in frustration.  She dropped his legs back down to the table.

    -œAlright, sit and slide back down to the end of the table.  And spread
your legs apart, - she instructed.

    -œK, - she said next,  -œPlay with yourself. -

   Mike reached down and took his limp penis between his fingers.  He
tugged gently at the skin for a couple of minutes before Liz spoke.

    -œWhat's the problem?  Make it hard for me! - she said gesturing
towards his crotch.

    -œI can't, - Mike said, eyes downcast.

    -œWhy not?  Am I not sexy enough?  You obviously had no problem getting
off for Emma, - she said, gesturing to his cum soaked towels in the trash
barrel.

    -œNo, it's not you!  It's just that I've already cum twice.  I won't be
able to get hard again for a while, - he said, still fondling himself.

    -œTry anyway! - Liz demanded.  She frowned.  Obviously, Emma had
gotten to do all the fun stuff with him.

   Mike did try; for several more minutes he pulled, tugged, and stroked
away at his very flaccid, very unimpressive manhood.  He even tried playing
with the rim like Emma had but it didn't help.  Whether because he was
doing it to himself or because he was just spent, he wasn't sure.  He was
NOT about to try and play with the plug in his ass in front of Liz,
regardless.

   Eventually, Liz let him give up.

    -œAlright, well, I guess we should get back out there.  You can get
dressed.  Remember what I said about leaving the butt-plug in, though, -
Liz said.

   Mike just nodded and redressed himself.  As he was bending over to pick
up his underwear, Liz ran her finger across the base of the plug, feeling
the material.  She'd have to talk to Emma to find out where she bought it.

   Back out front, Liz finished telling her story.

    -œDamn, Liz, you are almost as much of a freak as me! - Emma said,
laughing.   -œI'll have to introduce you to some friends of mine
sometime... -

   Chapter 88



   Emma knocked on our door immediately after getting home from work.  She
was bouncing up and down and giggling like a school girl as Jess answered
the door.  Jess was puzzled but smiling as she let Emma in since Emma's
enthusiasm was contagious.  They sat down on the couch so Emma could tell
her story.

    -œSo, - she began,  -œI was inspired by our play the other day, so I
took things further at work... -

   She proceeded to tell Jess about her exploits with Mike.  Jess' smile
first wavered, then her expression changed to neutral and unreadable by the
end.  Emma, in her excitement, didn't see the change at all.

   Once she was finished, Jess asked, stone-faced,  -œSo, at what point did
the police arrive? -

   Emma blinked and her own smile wavered as her brow furrowed.   -œHuh? 
They.... -

    -œThe police, - Jess prompted, her tone icy cold now.   -œAt what
POINT did THE POLICE arrive to arrest you for *sexually* *assaulting* your
coworker? -

   Emma's smile disappeared completely and she was too stunned to answer.

    -œI...  didn't.... -

   Jess cut her off.

    -œOh, you most certainly DID.  And if Mike had done that to a girl at
your store, they would lock him up and throw away the key, - Jess said in
disgust.  Emma was stunned speechless.

   Jess closed her eyes and shook her head slowly.  After a long sigh, Jess
said,  -œI thought I had taught you the difference between consensual and
non-consensual, but it seems I didn't.  And I guess that is somewhat on me.
I am very disappointed.  In both of us. -

   Emma swallowed hard.   -œJess, I, I didn't think that...  of that, I
mean...  I... -

    -œAs someone who was sexually assaulted herself, I would have thought
you would have understood that situation better.  And yet, here you sit, a
rapist.  Well, the only good news is that Mike hasn't called the cops YET.
If he had, they'd already be outside our apartment building and at your
door.  So, maybe you can still fix this, - Jess said.  Emma's face
brightened instantly.

    -œHow? - Emma said eagerly.

    -œCall Mike.  He probably won't want to talk to you, but you better
MAKE him talk to you.  You tell him how sorry you are and that you want  -"
no, NEED, to make it up to him.  Again, he won't want to see you and will
try to refuse, but for your sake you better sound sincere enough to
convince him. -

    -œThen what? - Emma asked.

    -œThen you go over to his house.  And apologize.  By doing whatever it
takes to make him realize you are genuinely sorry.  And I mean WHATEVER it
takes.  If it is unpleasant, then good.  The more unpleasant it is, the
more you will learn from your mistake.  Now go to your apartment, cross
your fingers, and hope to God he takes your call. -

   Chapter 89

   Emma was breathing in quick, shallow breaths and shaking slightly as she
sat down on her couch.  She pulled out her cellphone and scrolled to Mike's
number.  She thought it  -œlucky - that she'd gotten the number from him
when he'd needed a ride to work one time.  If she hadn't, she'd have no way
to call him and wouldn't see him again until....  Tuesday?  Wednesday?  She
wasn't even sure when their next shift together was.  And what if he DID
call the police before then?  Oh, God, what had she done?

   She stared at the phone, unable to press  -œCALL. - The impact of what
she'd done had never even crossed her mind until Jess had mentioned it.  On
reflection, Jess was 100% right, of course.  What she'd done had been
horrible of her.  She'd gotten caught up in the excitement of everything
and with everyone else being so, so, well  -œwilling -, so  -œeager -...

   One more big breath and she pushed send.  It began to ring.  And ring.
And ring.  He would see her number, of course.  What if he didn't pick u 
-œWhat? - came the terse reply from the other end of the receiver.

    -œMike? - she asked.  Why did she ask that?  Of course, it was him.

    -œYes, what do you want? - The (fully justified) anger in his voice
was apparent.

    -œMike, oh God, thank you for picking up.  I didn't know if you- -
Emma was stammering, her nervousness getting the better of her.

    -œYeah, I don't know why I did, but I did.  Did you want to taunt me
some more maybe? -

    -œNo! - Emma shouted into the phone.  She took a breath.

    -œNo, - she repeated more softly.   -œNothing like that at all.  I'm
sorry! - Finally, she got an apology out.

    -œSo very, very sorry! - she continued.   -œI was so wrong to do that
to you.  And even worse that I let Liz see you and take those photos.  God,
I am SO sorry.  Please, will you let me come over so we can talk about it?
-

    -œI think you've done just about enough today, - Mike spat into the
phone.

    -œPlease!  I need to make it up to you!  Just let me come over! -
Emma's panic was evident.  Mike could hear it as well but wasn't convinced.

    -œWhat you did was pretty shitty.  How do I know this isn't just
another trick? - he asked suspiciously.

   How did he know?  He didn't, of course.  Why should he trust her?  Then
a thought occurred to her.

    -œHold the line for one minute, - Emma said.

   She quickly stripped off all her clothes in the middle of her living
room.  On the way, she picked up a Sharpie from her desk.

   Standing in front of her mirror, she awkwardly scrawled  -œI'm Sorry -
in marker across her stomach.  Because she had to write it upside down and
mirror imaged, it was worse than a four-year-olds scribble, but it would
do.

   She held the phone up to the mirror and took the photo.  She made sure
to look appropriately sullen.  After reviewing the photo, she realized that
the message was backwards in the mirror after all her effort.  Oh well. 
She sent the pic to Mike a moment later.

    -œK, check your text messages, - she said finally.  She didn't hear
any answer from Mike.  Had he hung up?  She checked the phone screen and
the call timer was still counting.

    -œMike?  Are you- -

    -œYou can come over.  You know where I live. - She heard a click and
then the  -œcall lost - tone on her phone.

   Chapter 90

   Emma knocked on Mike's door a half hour later.  He opened it and turned
away without so much as a word.  Emma entered and closed the door behind
her.

    -œUm, is there anyone else home? - Emma asked.  Mike answered without
looking at her.

    -œNo, my parents went out to dinner, then were headed to a movie for
their 'Date Night.' They won't be back until late. - He sat down on a love
seat in the living room without inviting Emma to sit.

    -œSo, - he continued.   -œWhat did you need to come over here for? -
He wore a scowl on his face.

   Emma swallowed hard.

    -œMike, I can't tell you how sorry I am and how much I want to make
things up to you- -

    -œSo you said.  Prove it, - Mike said, cutting her off.   -œTake off
your clothes.  Now.  Right there. -

    -œOh, O-Ok, - Emma said.  She wasn't entirely shocked by that after
sending him the picture but also wasn't expecting that level of directness.
She pulled off her clothes in record time and tossed them on the couch to
her left.  Naked in Mike's living room, she stood silently at attention
while he just stared at her, looking over her body.

    -œShit, you really did write that on yourself.  What did you use? - he
asked.  His tone had lost a bit of its nasty edge.

    -œSha-Sharpie, - Emma stammered.

    -œYou know that permanent marker doesn't come off of skin, right? -

   Emma did NOT.  The thought had not occurred to her at all in her
panicked state before.  She shook her head, eyes wide.

    -œI have two friends, - Mike told her casually,  -œthat are roommates.
And idiots, both of them.  One of them wrote 'Dummy' on the forehead of the
other while he was sleeping.  As a gag, for no reason.  With permanent
marker.  The second friend had to have his sister show him how to cover it
up with makeup for a month.  He scrubbed it every night for that month
before he could finally get it faded enough.  Idiots. - He chuckled to
himself and shook his head.

   He finally stood up and walked over to Emma.  Emma tensed up but didn't
move or speak.  She noted that he had a distinct bulge in the front of his
pants; apparently, the young stud was able to get it up again even after
cumming twice earlier in the day.

   He took his finger and traced a few of the letters on her belly.  The
touch made her shiver.

    -œTurn around and bend over.  Grab your ankles, - Mike said.  He then
left the room, heading for the kitchen.

   She wasn't sure what was next, but she sure wasn't about to refuse.  She
liked that he had lost enough anger to tell her that story.

   With her belly, Emma couldn't bend over enough to actually grab her
ankles, so she grabbed her shins and hoped that would be good enough.  She
heard drawers opening and closing in the kitchen, along with rustling
sounds.

   She couldn't see Mike from her position when he returned but didn't dare
stand back up.  She heard nothing for a full thirty seconds before she
heard the swishing noise.  The noise was followed a split second later by
the explosive pain in her ass cheek.

    -œEeee! - she shrieked, leaping up and grabbing her backside, rubbing
the spot where, with what she now saw was a wooden mixing spoon, he had
struck her.  Mike stood passively, arms crossed, holding the spoon.

    -œWhen you're finished, - he said calmly,  -œyou can bend back over.
-

   It took Emma a few seconds to recover, but she nodded quickly in
acknowledgement.

   Taking a deep breath, she walked back to him and bent over again.

    -œThank you, sir, - Emma said, sniffling a bit.  Sir?  Why had she
called him 'sir'?  Why had she thanked him?  She didn't know the answer to
either, but luckily Mike didn't comment on it.

    -œHow many more? - Mike asked from behind her.  Emma was confused.

    -œSir? - she questioned.

    -œHow many more whacks do you think you deserve? - Mike asked.  There
was no malice at all in his voice.

    -œUh, I don't know, sir.  Probably a lot.  I was very, very mean to
you, - Emma said.  Sniffle.

    -œThat's a very good answer.  Yes, you were.  But I think you truly ARE
sorry.  So, why did you do it? - he asked.

    -œI-I don't know, sir, - Emma stammered again.

    -œCome on, something has changed with you.  You've been a lot more, I
don't know, promiscuous, I guess, in the past month.  Like when you flashed
me at work the first time.  What changed? - he pressed.

   Emma decided that truth was probably the best option for her.

    -œUm, right after I moved into my new apartment, I met my neighbors,
Aaron and Jess.  They are very wild and outgoing, uh, sexually, and they've
introduced me to a lot of things.  A LOT of things.  Including, uh, bondage
type stuff.  And I got caught up in the excitement.  But I was wrong, very
wrong to do those things to you without your permission; especially when
you refused and demanded to be released.  And it was Jess who made me
realize that afterward.  And she told me I was lucky that you hadn't... -
As she was speaking, she realized that she probably shouldn't mention the
police if he hadn't already thought of it.  But now it was too late.

    -œHadn't what? - Mike prodded.

    -œHadn't, um, called the police, - Emma finished.

    -œPolice?  For what? - Mike sounded genuinely confused.

    -œUm, for, um, sexually assaulting you, - Emma said.

   Mike burst out into laughter behind her.   -œSeriously? - he asked. 
Emma wasn't sure how to respond to that.

    -œLook, - Mike said,  -œThat was a pretty crappy thing you did.  But
guys don't go to the police to report that someone gave them a hand-job
against their will.  Especially after willingly allowing themselves to be
tied to a table so that they could get a blow job.  They would laugh me out
of the station.  And they would probably flag me as a sex offender or
something just for being weird.  Maybe there is a double standard there,
but that's life.  And you did give a pretty damn good blow job, by the way.
-

    -œUh, thank you, sir, - Emma said, still holding her position.

    -œSo...  what do we do now? - Mike asked, but he clearly was speaking
to himself, not Emma.

    -œI was thinking, - he continued after a pause,  -œthat you deserved a
bunch more whacks but now that I heard your story, I'm thinking that you
might get off on it.  I had no idea you were such a sex fiend! - He
laughed to himself.

   Emma felt two hands spread apart her ass cheeks.  She gasped and held
her breath.  A moment later, she felt something at her asshole.  At first,
she thought it was Mike's finger but it was too hard  -" too WOODEN  -" to
be flesh and realized that it must be the handle of the spoon.

   Mike hadn't lubed it, of course, so it was a bit uncomfortable going in
but the handle was very skinny so it wasn't bad.  Mike slid it all the way
in until she felt the head of the spoon touch her cheeks.

   He slid the spoon back out half-way, then back in, reaming her bottom
with the kitchen tool.  Emma's toes curled from the feeling.

    -œSo, tell me, Emma, - Mike asked, -has your fire-fighter boyfriend
ever done you in the butt? -

   Chapter 91

    -œN-no, sir, - Emma said nervously.   -œNo one has. -

    -œHave you ever had anything in here before? - he asked as he
continued to slowly stroke the handle in and out.

   Emma paused a beat before answering.

    -œYes, sir.  My neighbor, Aaron, put, uh, his finger in there. - Emma
couldn't see it, but Mike's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

    -œReally?  Why? - he asked.

    -œUm, he was eating me out at the time, - Emma said.

    -œAnd that girl Jess you mentioned?  She's his.... - he left the
sentence for her to finish.

    -œHis wife, sir. -

    -œAnd she was ok with that? - Mike was incredulous.

    -œUm, she was, uh, playing with my clit.  At the same time.  Sir. -
Emma was embarrassed to admit that, especially with Mike screwing her butt
with the kitchen tool at the same time.

    -œDamn, Emma, I need to meet these neighbors of yours sometime, - Mike
said as he continued to tease Emma's back door.

    -œSo, - he said,  -œI think I need to give your butt a taste of
something bigger.  What do you think of that? - Mike was testing the
waters  -" he had no idea how she would react.

   Emma thought that Mike's dick wasn't that much bigger than Aaron's
finger, but she sure-as-fuck was not about to say so.

    -œWhatever you want, sir, - Emma said instead.  Mike slowed, then
stopped his movements with the spoon.

   Emma felt the handle slide out of her bum and heard Mike toss it off to
the side.  A moment later she heard Mike unzipping his pants followed by
the sound of fabric as he slid them to the floor.  She could tell he was
rushing to strip.

   A moment after that- nothing.  She waited patiently even though the bent
over position was getting a bit tough on her back but nothing continued to
happen for a full minute.

    -œUm, is everything ok?  Sir? - Emma asked around her shoulder.

    -œI.... - Mike trailed off and paused before finishing.   -œI've never
done this.  My girlfriend and I never did any, uh, butt stuff.  I don't....
- His voice had lost all of its authority.

    -œOh, uh, that's ok.  First, you need to find something to lubricate
your, uh, penis and my butt.  I usually use baby oil but hand lotion or
something like that will work, - Emma said helpfully.

    -œOh!  I've got hand lotion in my bedroom! - - 'Of course, you do,'
Emma thought.

    -œHold on! - Mike said as he ran off bottomless.  Emma looked around
the living room and saw a square fabric ottoman on the far side.  She
walked over to it and knelt down on the floor, placing her stomach on the
ottoman.  It was the perfect height to support her and give Mike (or anyone
else) perfect access to her back-door.

   Mike returned a moment later and was momentarily confused by Emma's
absence.  His first thought for a split second was that she had changed her
mind and taken off.  His living room  -" that is, his parent's living-room
- was rather huge and sprawling since his parents were well off, so he
didn't immediately see her.  He sighed in relief once he realized that she
was still there.

    -œOk, - Emma said upon seeing him.   -œUse the lotion on your penis -
- 'for not the first time, no doubt' -  -œand then squirt some on my butt.
You'll use your finger to work it into me. -

   Mike squirted a liberal amount of lotion into his hand before working it
around on his erection.  He walked behind Emma and she felt him squirt
three blasts of the lotion onto her ass crack.  After putting down the
bottle, he pulled her cheeks apart.  There was an open window in the living
room and the breeze tickled her rosebud.

   Emma felt him scoop up a bunch of the lotion and roughly push it into
her hole.  His finger sawed in and out of her butt a few times before he
scooped up some more lotion and repeated the process.  He was pretty rough
about it but she was grateful that he hadn't tried (or, worse, *insisted*)
on fucking her without any lube.

   He knelt down on the floor behind her.  She felt his hands grab her ass
cheeks and pulled them apart.

    -œAlright, sir, you're all set to fuck me now, - she said.

   She remained outwardly calm but braced herself for the feeling of his
erection against her sphincter.

   But that feeling never came.

    -œI can't do this to you, - he said from behind her.   -œI can't take
advantage of you like this. -

   Chapter 92

    -œIt's ok, sir.  You can do it, - Emma said, trying to reassure him.
Not that she was really looking forward to a butt-fucking.

    -œGeez, - Mike said in exasperation.  He threw his hands up in the
air.  -œThat's just it.  'Sir'.  It feels like I'm raping you.  Like you're
a slave.  It's wrong. - He let go of her cheeks and stood up.  Emma rolled
over onto her side so she could see him.

    -œMike, - she said, dropping the 'Sir', her tone now serious.   -œSit
down there for a minute because I have something to explain. -

   Mike obeyed and dropped his hands over his naked crotch.

    -œYou aren't raping me, - Emma said.   -œI have a debt to repay to you
and I fully intend to do so.  By letting you fuck me in the ass.  Which you
WILL do.  Partly because I owe it to you but mostly because I feel guilty.
Very guilty.  I understand that you wouldn't have gone to the police, but
you COULD have.  And you could have because what I did was wrong.  100%
wrong.  And now I want to make it right.  I NEED to make it right.  So if
you don't fuck me in the ass, then I am still guilty for what I did to you.
Do you understand that? -

    -œYes... - She saw that his eyes had glazed over and his voice was
distant.  Emma realized that she could tell him to do just about anything
right now and he would do it.  So it was ironic that she was commanding him
to screw her in the butt.  She marveled at how readily some guys were
controlled.

    -œAnd you don't want me to have to feel guilty, do you, Mike? - she
continued.

    -œNo, Emma, - he said.  Same flat tone.

    -œGood.  Thank you, Mike.  Now get up, get back down on your knees,
spread my cheeks apart, and put your cock in my ass, - she directed.  
-œGently! - she added after.

   Mike started to kneel down but then a thought abruptly occurred to Emma.
 -œActually, hold on one minute.  I have a thought. - Mike stood back up
as did Emma.  Emma went to the other part of the living room to where her
clothes were and returned a moment later with her cell phone.  She unlocked
it and turned on the camera, putting it in selfie mode.  She placed the
camera on the floor, resting against a wall so it had a clear view of the
ottoman.  She then resumed her position in front of Mike.

    -œI'm going to record this, - she explained.   -œAnd then send you the
file.  After we finish here, I'm going to talk to Liz and make sure she
never does anything with those photos of you.  If she does, you have my
permission to do whatever you want with the video of us.  Sound fair? -

    -œYes, - he said.  No argument or question.  He dropped down behind
her as instructed.

   Once again, Emma's cheeks were pulled apart.  They stuck together a bit
because of the lotion and made a popping sound as the skin separated.

   Mike wiggled forward and placed his cock-head at Emma's asshole.  He
kept himself steady by holding on to both of her ass cheeks.

    -œYou're sure you are ok with this? - he asked.  The reality of the
moment broke the spell, it seemed.

    -œAbsolutely, - Emma said firmly.   -œFuck me already! -

   That was good enough for Mike.  He pushed in slowly, unsure of how much
pressure was going to be required.  As it was, the answer was 'not much.'
His small size coupled with Emma's well-lubed butt meant that he slid in
fairly easily.  Still, Emma wasn't used to having packages delivered via
the back-door, so it wasn't like she didn't know he was in there.  She
winced as he pushed in but tried not to make any sounds that would make him
stop.  Turns out he WAS bigger than Aaron's finger.

   Emma felt Mike's thighs connect with the back of her legs and
butt-cheeks.  That meant that Mike was in as deep as he could go.  The
feeling of his meat in her rectum wasn't unpleasant but didn't really do
anything for her.  He pulled out a bit, then pushed back into her again.

   Emma wasn't about to play with herself while he screwed her; this was
supposed to be some sort of punishment, not an opportunity to get her rocks
off.  Not that she thought Mike would have objected.

   Mike slid in and out of Emma's ass three more times before slipping out
entirely by mistake.  Emma felt his slippery member slap against her ass
cheek before he was able to grab it and line it back up.

   Emma felt that she should be making some sort of noise so she grunted as
Mike plunged into her.

    -œUnh!  Unh!  Keep going! - she said over her shoulder.   -œHarder! -
She didn't really want it harder, but it felt like the right thing to say.
Isn't that what girls in pornos always said?  She was pretty sure it was.

   Mike did pound harder; it didn't really feel any different in her ass
but she could feel the extra force as her body rocked against the ottoman.

   One factor that Emma hadn't considered was that Mike had already cum
twice (thanks to her) so he was going to be holding out for quite a while
as her fucked her.  She'd have to keep that in mind for her exploits with
Brent in the future...

   Mike's pelvis crashed into her cheeks over and over as his meat sawed in
and out of her butt.  He maintained a good rhythm and Emma's body rocked
back and forth against the ottoman in time.

   For more than ten minutes, that continued and Emma wondered if all the
swaying would make her sea-sick.  It didn't though, and eventually Mike's
pace quickened as he was finally closing in on climax.  She could hear him
gasping for air behind her.

   With a groan, Mike exploded into Emma's ass.  Having already cum twice
earlier in the day, it wasn't a particularly large load but Emma felt it
nonetheless as it ricocheted against her rectum.

   Mike pounded into her three more times as each squirt shot into her butt
before he allowed his shaft to slip out of her.  Emma immediately felt his
cum start to leak from her back-door, so she reached around and slammed her
hand there.

    -œHey, Mike, - she said calmly,  -œI know you are probably recovering
right now, but I could use some toilet paper before I spill your cum all
over your parent's expensive looking flooring. -

   Mike jumped to his feet and, in the process, launched a stream of cum
from his dick across the back of a very costly sofa.  He did not notice
that but his parent's housekeeper, Louisa, would find it later.

   Mike ran, naked from the waist down, to the bathroom and returned with a
huge wad of toilet paper, far, far, more than Emma could fit in her ass.

   She accepted it gratefully anyway, used a wad to clean as much of his
seed from her butt-hole as she could, then wedged a clean ball of it
between her cheeks to catch anything else that might leak out.  Mike took
the used wad from her and made to toss it in the wastebasket in a corner.

    -œUh, - Emma said, reaching out and grabbing his wrist.   -œPerhaps
you should flush that instead. -

   Mike blinked, not comprehending for a moment.   -œOh!  Yeah, you are
probably right.  Good idea! -

   Emma smiled and gave him a thumbs up as he ran back to the bathroom.

   Chapter 93

   Emma sat on the floor, recovering from her ass fucking.  Mike was lying
on the floor next to her on his back.

    -œYou know, - Mike said from the floor,  -œI have a small confession
to make. -

    -œWhat's that? - Emma asked lightly.

    -œAs humiliating as it was today in the break-room...  it was actually
kind of exciting, too... - He was quiet when he said it, embarrassed to
admit it.

   Emma laughed.   -œSo, are you saying you're into bondage now, Mike? -

    -œWellll....  I wouldn't say 'into it' exactly...  but I didn't hate it
exactly either.  Also.... -

   There was a long pause.  Emma had to prod him to continue.   -œYeah? -

    -œI'm sorry I said no when you asked me out, - he said quietly.

   Emma turned to him.

    -œHey, you don't need to apologize for that at all.  I'm a big girl and
can handle rejection.  Well, I *should* be able to handle rejection.  I,
actually, handled it pretty badly.  And I'm sorry for that.  It wasn't very
adult of me.  You've been nothing but nice, pleasant, and a friend to me
and there was nothing wrong with your gently turning me down.  I, on the
other hand, was a complete asshole, - Emma said.  Her faced drooped as she
recalled how she teased him at work; God, how she'd abused him in the
break-room.  Whether he'd enjoyed it or gotten off on it, Jess was right.
It was so wrong of her.  How had she not realized it?  God....

   Mike put a hand on her leg.   -œI forgive you, - he said seriously.  
-œI mean it.  Water under the bridge. -

    -œThank you, Mike, - Emma said, smiling again.  A small tear had
formed at the corner of one eye and she brushed it away.

    -œOne more thing.... - Mike said after a pause,  -œdo you think Liz
would go out with me? -

   Emma burst out into laughter.

    -œOnly way to find out is to ask her.  But, for what it's worth, I
think you have a pretty good shot.  You should definitely take it, - she
said.

    -œI think I might.  But Liz is older than me, she graduated a couple of
years ago, and I know she has her own apartment.  It's tough still living
at home, - Mike said.   -œYou can't seem mature when you live under mommy
and daddy's roof. -

   Emma thought about that for a moment.   -œHey, Mike, - she said.

    -œYeah? - Mike asked without lifting his head.

    -œHow would you like to get out of your parent's house? - Emma
inquired.  That made Mike bolt upright and turn to her.

    -œI'd love to, but how would I do that?  My parents are wealthy but
they firmly believe that kids need to 'find their own way'.  Their words.
They don't charge me to live here, but they don't pay for anything either.
And you know how shitty they pay us at Pet Hub, - he said, frowning.

    -œI'm moving in with my boyfriend next weekend but I'm in a lease for
another six months.  If you are interested, I'll sublet it to you for, - -
she considered a moment - -$300 per month, - Emma offered.

    -œ$300?  Where the hell did you find an apartment in this city for
$300? - Mike was incredulous.  Emma laughed.

    -œI didn't.  It's $950 per month.  But I'll cover the rest of it.  At
least until the end of the lease.  After that, you're on your own for the
balance but that gives you...  ten months to find a roommate.  Or a
sugar-momma to pay for it, - Emma added with a chuckle.

    -œEmma, that's....  incredible.  And way too generous.  I can't accept
that.  If you are still feeling guilty about- -

   Emma cut him off.   -œIt's not that.  I am locked into the lease anyway,
so I might as well let someone else get some use out of it. -

    -œOk.... - Mike said,  -œbut I'm sure you could find someone else to
sublet it to for more. -

   Emma shrugged.   -œPerhaps.  But I'd rather let you have it.  Suffice it
to say that the money isn't an issue for me.  And because I'm giving you
such a great deal on it, you'll have a very strong incentive to be a very
good neighbor to my good friends Jess and Aaron.  And they could use a good
neighbor.  The last one that moved in called the cops on them her first
night there! - Emma fell onto her back in laughter.  Mike had no idea why
that was so funny but smirked anyway.

    -œSo, - Emma said once she had recomposed herself,  -œwhat do you say?
You interested? -

    -œYes! - Mike exclaimed.   -œAbsolutely! -

    -œPerfect.  After I finish moving out, I'll give you the tour and get
you the keys.  And introduce you to Aaron and Jess, - she said with a wry
smile.

   Chapter 94

   After leaving Mike's house, Emma returned to our apartment.  Jess opened
the door without a word and let Emma close it behind herself.  Jess sat
down on the couch.

    -œSo? - Jess said.

    -œHe took my call, I went to see him, and I made it right, - Emma
said, all in one breath.

    -œHow? - Jess asked, eyes narrowed.

    -œUh, he, uh, screwed me in the butt, - Emma said.  That admission
made her blush.  Jess' eyebrows raised in surprise.

    -œDid he now?  And you were ok with that? -

    -œYes, - Emma said.   -œActually, he got a case of cold feet and I had
to encourage him to go through with it.  Because you were right. 
Completely right.  I was wrong.  He said he would never have gone to the
police, but I was wrong just the same.  I think we are square now. -

    -œGood, - Jess said, face brightening and her tension fading.   -œI am
glad to hear that.  So...  did you like it? -

   Emma answered with a shrug.   -œNot a fan.  Maybe it's different for
guys 'cuz I know Aaron gets off on it.  Me, not so much.  Wasn't bad,
though.  Oh, and I have more news.  Gosh, I don't know how I forgot to tell
you this the last time; I guess I was too preoccupied with Mike.  Anyway,
I'm moving out, - Emma finished.

    -œWhat?! - Jess exclaimed.   -œYou've only just moved in! -

    -œI know...  but Brent asked me to move in with him and I said yes. -

    -œWow!  That's great, Em!  I'm so happy for you! - Jess said
excitedly.

    -œThank you.  I'm planning on moving out next weekend, - Emma said.

    -œWow!  So soon?  Ok.  Aaron and I will be more than happy to help, -
Jess said, volunteering me for slave labor while I wasn't there.  Such is
married life.

    -œThanks.  I don't really have that much stuff accumulated.  A lot of
my stuff never even got unpacked from boxes.  But I appreciate any help I
can get.  Oh, and in a bizarre twist, Mike is going to be moving into my
apartment.  I agreed to let him sublet it, - Emma said.

    -œOh, ok.  Well, since we know what he's into now, maybe he'll fit
right in around here! - Jess said with a chuckle.

   Emma laughed back.   -œYeah, I think he just might! -

   Later that night, Emma had to explain to Brent why she had  -œI'm Sorry
- written in Sharpie across her abdomen.  And why she had a load of
another man's cum in her butt.

   Brent was very understanding about the whole thing.  He totally agreed
with Jess' position in the matter.  He also felt strongly that Emma needed
to be punished further.  With more anal sex.  To make sure she learned her
lesson.

   After careful consideration, Emma agreed.

   Chapter 95

   Two weeks later, Emma was standing in the center of her empty apartment.
Thanks to her short time living there, it looked identical to when she'd
moved in, walls still clean and white, carpets (cheap, but new) unstained
and unfaded.

   She'd opted to leave behind most of her furniture.  That included her
living room sofa, the kitchen table set, and pretty much everything in the
bedroom save for the mattress.  Brent's house was fully furnished so she
had neither the need nor the space for any of it.

   The mattress she had removed and disposed of.  Leaving behind the
mattress that she'd fucked Brent silly on seemed, well, icky.  She arranged
for a new one to be delivered for Mike.

   She was joined by Jess, Mike, and myself.  Since Emma was giving up her
apartment to him for a steal, Mike felt obligated to help her move.  The
fact that the sooner she was out, the sooner he was in, well, that was just
a bonus.

    -œWell, this is it guys, - Emma said to Jess and me with a sigh.

    -œDon't be like that, - Jess replied.   -œYou're going to be living
fifteen minutes away.  And you are going to visit anytime you like, you
hear me? -

   Jess leaned in and put her arms around Emma.  Emma returned the embrace.

    -œSo, - I said, turning to Mike.   -œAre you going to need help moving
your stuff in? -

    -œNo, - Mike said, turning to me.   -œI should be good.  I have two
friends from school who are helping me load the U-Haul tomorrow.  All I
really have is my clothes and a mattress since Emma was nice enough to
leave all of her stuff.  Thank you for the offer, though. -

    -œOh, Emma, - he said, turning to her.   -œLiz and I are going out on
our first date tonight! -

    -œMike!  That's great!  I'm so happy for you! - Emma said.

    -œThanks.  I'm a bit nervous, but knowing that I, uh, don't really have
anything to hide from her takes a lot of the pressure off, - he said.

    -œNo need to thank me for that! - Emma said laughing.

    -œDon't worry, I wasn't! - Mike said, laughing back.

    -œSo, - Jess said,  -œThat girl isn't your girlfriend or anything yet?
-

    -œNo, we work together and while she got to, uh, see more of me than I
intended before our first date, we aren't actually seeing each other yet,
- Mike said.  Jess was already aware of the whole story but didn't let on.

    -œPerfect!  Then there is nothing wrong with my welcoming you to the
building then, - Jess said.

   Before Mike could ask what that meant, Jess was reaching out and
unbuttoning Mike's pants.

    -œHey, what are you- - Mike started to say.  He was moving to block
Jess' hands but Emma stopped him.

    -œJust go with it, - she said.  Mike looked at her, then relaxed.

   Shortly thereafter, Mike's pants and underwear were on the floor and he
was standing naked from the waist down in front of Emma and his two
future-neighbors.

   Jess was on her knees in seconds.  Her fist wrapped around Mike's mostly
flaccid member and pumped him as her tongue teased his pee-hole.  It didn't
take long for Mike to grow to attention under Jess' grip.

   Once he was fully erect, Jess took him all the way into her mouth.  Mike
put his hands out on the back of Jess' head then abruptly pulled them away.

    -œSorry, - he said,  -œis it ok if I do that? -

   Jess pulled off his cock just long enough to smile up at him.   -œSure
thing, stud.  Put your hands wherever you like. - His cock disappeared
back into her mouth.

   Jess sucked him like the pro that she was, his cock sliding in and out
of her warm mouth.  She held one hand on his ass cheek to prevent him from
inadvertently falling out of her mouth; there's nothing worse than an
unexpected dick in the eye.  Scratch that, there probably are worse things.
Where was I?

   Oh yeah.  Her other hand played with his sack while she sucked away. 
Mike held out longer than I would have in that situation, though perhaps
the strangers (including a strange guy) in the room helped to distract him.


   Jess pulled her mouth off long enough to run her tongue up the full
length of the bottom of his rod; reaching the end, she teased the rim of
his cock head with the tip of her tongue before swallowing his meat once
more.

   In another couple of minutes, I saw Mike's hips begin to rock in time to
Jess' mouth and could see he was getting close.  His eyes were closed.

   I leaned over to Emma and whispered in her ear.  She looked at me and
nodded with a smile.  She, in turn, leaned into Mike's ear.  She did NOT
whisper and everyone heard her words

    -œCum in her, Mike.  Cum in her dirty, slut mouth.  Shoot your seed
down the whore's throat.  Do it Mike! - she said.  Now, for the record, I
had just whispered:  -œtalk dirty to him. - Geez.

   Either from the dirty talk or the girl giving him oral sex, Mike was
pushed over the edge.  With a groan, he came into Jess' mouth in front of
us.  Jess pumped away on his rod and swallowed every drop that he gave her.
Emma wondered idly how his off-color cum tasted; She wasn't about to ask to
try any, however.  Jess would tell her later that it hadn't tasted any
different than any other cum she'd tried; she wasn't really fond of any of
it but felt it important to swallow for the guy's sake.  Principles or
something.

   Mike slid his shrinking member from Jess' mouth and took a step back.

    -œDamn, - he said in between breaths,  -œthat was incredible! -

    -œBetter than mine? - Emma asked mischievously.

    -œHuh?  Oh, uh..... - Mike panicked, not knowing the right answer. 
Emma giggled.

    -œIt's ok.  You don't have to answer that.  I'm just messing with you,
- she said.

   I clapped Mike on the shoulder.

    -œWelcome to the building, kiddo! -

    -œTh-thanks, - he said breathlessly.

   Chapter 96

    -- Four months later ...

   So, Emma got settled in with Brent.  She did visit about once a week or
so and we had plenty of fun together (Brent included) just not as
frequently as when she'd lived twenty feet away.  Ah well.  She also spoke
to Jess (and, less frequently, me) on the phone nearly daily.

   Mike, for his part, was the perfect neighbor.  Jess thought him
shockingly quiet and low-key for an eighteen-year-old living on his own for
the first time.  No parties, no loud music, no TV blasting, not even loud
talking after 8 pm.  Whenever Jess was coming home with groceries, Mike
always seemed to see her car and would come running out to help her.

   We had no way of knowing that he'd taken Emma's comment about being a 
-œgood neighbor - very, VERY seriously.  He was so excited to be out of
his parent's house that he wasn't going to do anything that might
jeopardize it.  Emma had mostly said it as an inside joke, but it was no
joke to Mike.  He wasn't sure how serious she was but with her subsidizing
most of his rent, he was not going to take any chances at all.  His quiet
nature was ironic because Jess and I were rather noisy neighbors as was
established way back in chapter one.

   We met Liz about a month after Mike moved in.  He was very nervous
around us when she was there so we kept things rated PG for his behalf. 
Maybe he was afraid Jess would just whip a dildo out of her pocket at any
minute or something.  Not entirely an unfounded fear..

   She was a nice enough girl and we could tell Mike really liked her.  We,
of course, knew the whole story about Mike, Liz, and Emma in the
break-room, so we knew that Liz had a kinky streak too, but we liked Mike,
so we tried not to stress him out when she was there.  And we noted that
she was staying over more and more frequently as of late.  Good for him.

   It was early winter, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, when Emma
called.

    -œHey, I have some pretty big news to share with you guys, - she said.


    -œReally?  What's up? - Jess asked.

    -œI can't tell you, it's a secret.  I have to show you.  I'm going to
text you an address.  Can you and Aaron be there at 4 pm? - Emma asked.

    -œ4?  Sure, that should be ok.  We'll see you then! -

   - - -

   Later that afternoon, Jess and I arrived at the address provided.  It
turned out to be a storefront downtown.  The faded paint where the old
signage was told us that it had, in a previous lifetime, been  -œAlbert's
Hardware -.

   The building was brick with a full-length glass front; we couldn't see
anything inside because all the windows were covered in brown craft paper.
Waiting outside when we arrived were Liz and Mike.  We parked on the street
behind Liz's Altima and got out.

    -œHey, guys, - I said to them.   -œAnyone know what's going on? -

    -œNope, - Liz answered.   -œJust that Emma gave us the address and
time to be here.  I tried the door, but it's locked. -

   We didn't have to puzzle over it much longer as Brent's RAV-4 pulled up
behind our car just after.

    -œSorry, we're late! - Emma said, hopping out of the passenger side
door.   -œWe had to get Bruiser squared away for dinner in case things ran
late here. -

    -œNo worries, - Jess said.   -œHow 'bout you tell us why we are all
here? -

    -œHow 'bout I just show you? - Emma said, reaching into her pocket. 
She pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the front door of the store.

   She walked inside and flipped the light switch on the wall to the right
of the door.  Fluorescent lights hummed for a moment before kicking on and
illuminating the large, open area.  We'd been unable to gauge the size
through the blocked windows but now, inside, we could see that the store
was respectably large; I guessed around 6,000 square feet.  The store was
barren except for some empty shelving units and a dusty, worn sales counter
at the front of the store.

    -œTada! - Emma said, arms outstretched.  We were all silent for a few
moments.

   Jess was the first person to speak with:  -œHuh? -

   Emma explained.

    -œYou are all standing in the new home of Russell Pet Supply! -

    -œWho's 'Russell'?  Do I know him? - I asked.  Emma frowned.

    -œMe.  It's my last name.  Emma Russell.  How did you not know that? -
she said in exasperation.

    -œOh, - I said.   -œI don't think you ever told me or I ever asked. 
You are in my phone as 'Emma Next Door' even though you don't live next
door anymore. -

    -œANYWAY, - Emma said loudly, getting back on point,  -œI am now the
proud owner of this place.  Well, proud leasee at any rate. -

    -œEmma, - Jess said,  -œThat's amazing.  I'm so proud of you.  But, I
have to ask, how can you afford this place? -

    -œYeah, - Liz added,  -œI know how much we both make! -

    -œWell, - Emma said,  -œI don't talk about things much.  Brent knows
the story but the rest of you probably don't.  Hell, some of you didn't
even know my last name until two minutes ago - - she glowered at me as she
said that -  -œbut my parents were both killed by a drunk driver. -

   She continued.   -œThe driver, who's in jail for another, oh, sixteen
years or so now, was a wealthy lawyer with excellent insurance.  The
insurance settlement left me with over $1,000,000.  Along with my parent's
inheritance, I have around $1.4 million in the bank.

    -œHoly SHIT, Emma! - Liz exclaimed.   -œHow did I not know that? -

    -œ'Cuz I don't tell anyone, - Emma said simply.   -œYou all know that
I work hard and live frugally.  Obviously, people's attitudes around me
would change dramatically if they knew that I was filthy rich.  I don't
need a bunch of fake friends looking to leach off of me.  All of you are
here because you are my true friends who didn't want anything from me
except friendship. -

    -œOh my God, Emma, I'm so sorry, I had no idea, - I said.  Emma waved
me off.

    -œIt's ok.  I didn't bring you guys here for a pity party.  That's all
in the past now.  And we are here to talk about the future, - Emma said. 
-œAnd this is it!  Or, rather, it will be once we get things up and
running. I still need to get some product in here, equipment, and all that
fun, business, stuff, so it'll be a while yet.  Oh, and employees.  That's
where you two come in, - she said, pointing to Liz and Mike.   -œAt least,
I hope so. -

    -œHuh?  What do you mean? - Mike asked.

    -œI mean that I want to hire both of you.  If you'll work for me.  I
can pay $20 per hour to start which, I know full well, is just a bit over
the minimum wage that Pet Hub is paying, - Emma said.

    -œI'm in! - Mike said immediately.

   Jess laughed  -œWay to negotiate there, Trump! -

   Liz feigned indifference.

    -œI'm not so sure...  I am being recruited by a number of different pet
stores right now interested in my skills, so I am weighing my options. 
What kind of benefit package are you offering? - she said, totally
deadpan.

    -œLots and lots of sexual harassment, - Emma replied, equally deadpan.
That was enough to cause everyone in the room to lose it.

    -œWell, Fuck! - Liz said, nearly in tears,  -œWho could refuse an
offer like that?  Count me in, too! -

    -œSeriously, guys, - Emma said recomposing herself,  -œI am glad you
are both in.  I need people I can trust if I am going to make this work.  I
think it only fair that we all should give Pet Hub 60 days notice, since,
well, we make up most of their staff.  And I'll need at least that long
before I'm ready to start filling this place.  But in the meantime, I want
to give each of you $5000 to start with me.  Call it a 'signing bonus.' -

    -œEmma, - Mike protested, raising his hands,  -œI can't accept that.
Shit, you've been subsidizing my apartment for the past four months.  I
can't take that money. -

    -œOh, yes you can.  I insist on it.  Don't worry, you are going to be
working your ass off here, so I consider it an investment, - she said.

    -œPlus, - she continued,  -œI know you are going to need all the money
you can get since you've only got a couple months left before that lease
has to get changed over to your name.  Luckily for me, that means that
you'll be very agreeable to working lots of overtime! -

   Mike chuckled.   -œAlright, you got it, boss! -

   Emma turned to Jess and me next.

    -œAnd you two.  I feel bad that I let you guys pay for stuff for me
back at the mall and everything, - she said.

   Jess raised her hand.   -œHey, we wanted to do that.  Don't think
anything of it! -

    -œWell, I do think about it.  And did think about.  And to make it
right, I arranged with Amelia for you guys to have an open credit at
Spooner's.  Also for $5000.  To spend however you want, - Emma said.

    -œEmma! - I exclaimed.   -œWe can't accept that either! -

   Emma shrugged.   -œWell, you have to; 'cuz it's done.  Paid for in full.
No take-backs.  So, you can choose to use it or not, but it's there.  If
you choose not to, then I guess you just padded Amelia's commission an
extra five thousand.  But if you decide to use it, with that credit, Jess
should be able to find some much nicer, high-end items to shove in that
cute ass of yours. -

   That got a round of laughter from everyone except me.  Emma took a step
toward me and pulled in tight.  She reached around and caressed my ass
cheek.

    -œAnd I think this ass deserves nothing but the finest quality pieces
wedged into it, - she said with a smirk.  I blushed furiously.

    -œIn other news, - Emma said, stepping away.   -œI am graduating a
week from this Saturday. -

    -œIn the winter? - I asked, thankful for the change of subject.

    -œYeah, - Emma said with a sigh.   -œBecause of my busy schedule, I
took a lot of night and summer classes and didn't complete the requirements
in time with the rest of my class.  So the college has a small graduation
ceremony for the students who finish between semesters.  I think it's me
and a couple dozen other students. -

    -œCrap, - Brent said, looking at the calendar on his phone.   -œI am
working a twenty-four that day.  I won't be able to go. -

    -œIt's ok, sweetie, - Emma said, hand on his shoulder.   -œI know
you'll be there in spirit.  Gotta keep the city safe. -

   The gears were turning in my head.   -œI think we can do better than 'in
spirit.' Give me the weekend to work through some ideas, - I said without
elaborating.

    -œAaron can be very resourceful when he wants to be, - Jess said.

    -œThank you, Aaron; I'd appreciate anything you can do.  Alright, - -
Emma clapped her hands together -  -œNow.  If I'm going to be the boss
around here, I have to know that you guys can take orders from me.  Will
that be an issue? - she asked Liz and Mike.  Both of them shook their
heads.

    -œGreat!  Mike, take off all your clothes.  Hell, let's make it a
party. Brent, Aaron, I want you two to strip as well.  All three of you. 
Naked.  Right now. -

   Chapter 97

   I started stripping first, followed closely behind by Brent.  Mike was
clearly the least trained and was still stunned at being ordered to undress
out of the blue.  Liz actually beat him to it by undressing as well.

    -œLiz, - Emma said, raising a hand to stop her.   -œYou don't have to
strip.  Just the guys. -

    -œI know, - Liz said,  -œbut fair is fair.  You wanted to know if I
can take orders.  And I can. - She unbuttoned the front of the blouse she
was wearing.

    -œLiz! - Mike cried out.  He still hadn't started undressing.  Liz
ignored him, tossing her blouse to the floor and unclasping her bra.

    -œGeez, Mike, live a little, - she said as she exposed her small, but
perky, tits to the room.  I hadn't seen them before, of course, and it was
nice to get a chance to after seeing her around the building so many times.

    -œBecause of past, uh, incidences, I feel obligated to say, - Emma
began,  -œthat this is entirely voluntary.  My job offer stands whether you
strip or not.  So does the cash.  Please do not feel like you have to if
you don't want to.  I don't want to coerce you and have to take it in the
ass again! -

   The brought laughter from everyone (since everyone in the room knew the
story) except from Mike who blushed furiously.

    -œYeah, - Liz said, pulling down her pants,  -œDon't feel like you
have to undress.  If you are total pussy, that's cool.  We all understand.
-

   Liz turned to Emma.   -œAs his girlfriend, I'm allowed to coerce him all
I want. -

   Emma nodded seriously.   -œTotally understand.  It's legally required, I
think! -

   Brent and I were both completely naked and standing at attention.  This
wasn't our first rodeo.  Liz was right behind us (time-wise) as her panties
came off and were tossed aside.  I stole a glance to check her out.

   Small boobs, as I said, but cute.  Her pussy had a small landing strip
above it.  I approved.  Ass was tight enough that I was sure I could bounce
a quarter off it.  Maybe Jess would let me try someday.

    -œSo, - I said, eyes narrowed,  -œis this is voluntary, Brent and I
can get dressed again? -

   Emma narrowed her eyes as well.

    -œSure, if Brent never wants to get laid again and if you want Jess to
punish the hell out of your ass for disobeying, - she replied.

    -œThat doesn't sound very voluntary, - I grumbled but without being
able to control my smirk.  Emma shrugged.   -œPotato, po-tah-toe. -

   Mike was left standing, fully clothed, on the side of us naked three. 
That was almost as uncomfortable for him as being naked so he sighed and
undid his pants.

   Shortly thereafter, Mike took up position next to his girlfriend in
line. I slid down to make more room; Liz slid down also on the side of me.
Mike was in line between her and Brent.

    -œI would just like to point out that I am not one of your
employees-to-be, - I said, hands covering my privates and feigning
indignation.

   Emma took a step toward me and knocked my hands away from my crotch. 
She cupped my balls in her palm and squeezed them just firmly enough to
make the point.  She looked me directly in the eyes when she spoke.

    -œAnd yet, - she said,  -œhere you are standing naked in front of me
anyway.  What does that say about you? -

   I gulped and thought quickly.

    -œUh, I guess it says that I'm a good little submissive who likes
taking orders from pretty women.  Ma'am. -

   Jess and Emma both laughed.

    -œThat was a very good answer, slave, - Emma said.  She released my
family jewels.  Phew.

   Emma reached into her pocket and withdrew four dog collars.

    -œK, children, on your knees and spread those legs apart, - Emma
commanded.  Everyone did as they were told.

   Emma knelt down in front of Brent first.  His collar was black with
pyramid shaped chrome studs all the way around.  Very  -œmanly -, I
thought, for a guy naked and on his knees in front of his girlfriend.

   Emma wrapped it around his neck, adjusted the length, and clasped it. 
She then reached down between his legs and stroked his cock while looking
into his eyes.

    -œYou're a good boy, yes you are, - Emma said in baby-talk.  She
stroked him for half a minute before standing back up and moving on to
Mike.

    -œIt didn't plan on Liz being part of this, - Emma said,  -œbut as
fate would have it, there were two matching collars in the clearance bin at
PetHub. - She held them up and they were blue fabric with pictures of paw
prints and bones printed all the way around.

    -œSo, - she continued,  -œthe happy couple gets a matching set.  Two
for three bucks! -

    -œDidn't you just reveal the fact that you're a millionaire? - I
pointed out.

   She bent in front of Mike first and put his collar on.

    -œYes, - she replied as she adjusted the collar.   -œDoesn't mean that
I'm not still a sucker for a good bargain! -

   As she had with Brent, Emma stroked Mike's cock, this time in silence.
He was nervous and it showed but he did his best to maintain his composure.
Emma leaned in and kissed him.

   For the briefest moment, she wondered if it crossed any line by kissing
him in front of his girlfriend but then she remembered that she was
actively masturbating him next to her already so the kissing was probably
ok Either way, Liz didn't seem bothered.

    -œHey, girlfriend, - Emma said, smiling at her and moving to her next.

    -œHey, - Liz said back, also smiling.  Emma put the collar on her then
fixed her hair.  She kissed Liz just as she'd done to Mike.  She leaned in
to whisper into Liz's ear.

    -œThanks for playing along. -

    -œAnytime, - she whispered back.   -œAnd I mean that.  ANY time. -

   'Good to know,' Emma thought.  Emma reached between Liz's legs and stuck
one finger up into her pussy.  She was not surprised to find Liz sopping
wet.  She plunged the digit in and out of Liz's pussy for the obligatory
thirty seconds before pulling out.  She stuck the pussy juice coated finger
in her mouth and sucked on it.

   I was last in line.  Emma held up the final collar to show me; it was
hot pink.

    -œOh, come on! - I whined.   -œWhy do I get pink and Brent gets metal
studs? -

    -œWell, - Emma said, stepping away.   -œShow of hands.  Who here has
been fucked in the ass by a strap-on dildo? -

   Reluctantly, I raised my hand.  Neither Mike nor Brent did.  I knew for
a fact that both of them had taken things in the ass, but I guess the 
-œstrap-on - part got them off the hook.  Liz raised her hand, too.

   Emma's eyebrows raised in surprise as she looked at Liz.   -œWELL, we
are going to hear about THAT story later!  But you can lower your hand for
now. -

   She turned back to me.   -œWell, as the only GUY here to get fucked like
a girl, I guess you win the pink collar, eh? - she said, dangling it in
front of my face by one finger.

    -œHarsh, - I mumbled.

   Emma clipped the collar around my neck and patted me on the head.  The
pink-collared boy didn't rate the quick hand-job.  So unfair.

    -œAlright boys.  And girl, - Emma said, stepping back again.   -œYou
are going to put on a show for Jess and me.  This was supposed to be an
all-male revue but since Liz insisted on participating then I guess it will
be even more exciting.

    -œHere is the short and sweet: you are all going to masturbate for us.
Right there, onto the floor.  Last one to climax has to clean up the mess
from everyone else.  Liz, unfortunately, won't really be able to contribute
to the mess but we can only blame biology for that.  I do have something to
help level the playing field, though.  Be right back. -

   Emma went out the front door to the car; the door closer was broken
which meant that, for a minute, all of our naked bodies were visible to
anyone passing by on the street.  On this particular afternoon the street
was by no means dead.  I caught the gaze of a twenty-something guy who
stopped dead in his tracks.  He grabbed the arm of the girl he was walking
with and pointed towards us.  The girl stopped, turned, and I saw her jaw
drop just as Emma returned and closed the door behind her.

   She was carrying a tube of lipstick in front of her.  I saw her turn the
base like she was extending the lipstick but, instead, it began vibrating 
-" it was actually a miniature vibrator disguised as lip-gloss.

    -œThat's awesome! - Jess exclaimed.

    -œ$24.99 at Spooner's, - Emma commented.   -œFeel free to pick one up.
- She tossed the buzzing faux-lip-stick to Liz who caught it.  She turned
it around in her hand examining it.

    -œHey, - I protested.   -œWhy does she get a sex toy?  Foul! -

   Emma put her hands behind her back and frowned at me.

    -œI happen to know first hand what kind of staying-power the three of
you boys have.  Would you like to claim that any one of you are at some
sort of disadvantage at getting off compared to Liz? -

   We were all quiet for a beat for I answered for the group.

    -œNo, Ma'am, - I said, eyes downcast.  Emma nodded at me.

    -œAlright then!  Here we go!  On your marks, get set- -

   Jess interrupted her.   -œWait!  Can I have one second to give my
husband a pep talk? -

   Emma shrugged.   -œSure.  Go for it. -

   Jess dropped down in front of me and leaned into my ear.

    -œI expect you to take one for the team and lose.  Don't worry, I'll
make it up to you at home, - she said with a quick peck on the cheek.

    -œAnal? - I whispered back.

    -œWe'll see, - was all I could get.  That was good enough for me.

   Jess stood back up and Emma clapped her hands together.

    -œK.  For real this time, - she said.   -œOn your marks, get set....
GO! -

   Chapter 98

   Brent, Mike and I started pumping away on our manhood; I with much less
vigor than the other two thanks to my requirement to fail.  Ok, 'request.'

   Liz, meanwhile, used one hand to spread her pussy lips apart and pressed
the buzzing  -œlipstick - against her clit.  Once she found the spot, her
mouth dropped open and her eyes fell closed.

   I quickly realized that even at 50% speed, watching the chick next to me
masturbate was going to make my job of losing harder so I had to look away.

   My eyes wandered around the empty store; I counted drop-ceiling tiles. I
noted that the store must have been freshly repainted as there were spots
of blue painters tape still along some trim work.  Brent was the first to
cum.

   I heard him grunt and saw out of the corner of my eye as his jizz shot
out onto the shiny tile floor.  I continued to pound my meat as I tried to
ignore the sound of the vibrator buzzing away on the love-button of the
girl next to me.  I could see in my peripheral vision the tiny circles she
was making with the toy.

   Mike came second, his cum soiling the floor as well.  I could see that
he got much better range than Brent; perhaps one of the virtues of youth.
Ah well.

   Once he finished, he fell backward and sat on his heels.  I could see
both him and Brent turn to watch Liz and me.  I think they were more
interested in Liz than me, truth be told.

   I was trying hard to hold back but the situation was not making it easy.
Stopping my stroking completely would have been a dead giveaway and, I
figured, would have spoiled the  -œcontest. -

   Fortunately though, I heard Liz take a series of short breaths.  I
turned back to her and saw her stomach quivering.

    -œEee, eee, eee! - she cried out.  Her body arched and she held the
lipstick against her mound for another couple beats before dropping it on
the floor.

    -œUnh, ohhh! - she shouted as her orgasm washed over her.  I was so
entranced watching her shake that I forgot about holding back and climaxed
myself.

   I'd turned to look at Liz and that caused my semen to shoot out and land
on the spot in front of her.  I moaned as I pumped all of my seed out in
front of the watching eyes.

    -œWell, - Emma said,  -œLooks like Liz did make a mess after all.  Who
knew? - She gestured to the squirts of cum on the ground in front of Liz.
She, Jess, and Liz all got chuckles out of that as I caught my breath, my
cock shrinking in my hand.

    -œAnd, - she said, continuing,  -œsince Aaron finished last  -" which,
incidentally, was NOT where I would have laid MY betting money  -" he is
the winner who gets to clean up all the yummy, tasty cum.  With his tongue.
- Everyone, except Jess, was shocked by the order.

    -œWhat!  I'm not- - I started but Emma cut me off with laughter.

    -œLighten up, I'm only joking.  There's cleaning supplies in the closet
at the far end of the store, - she said, gesturing in that direction.

    -œOh, ok, - I said, calming down.  I headed out back.

    -œSo, - Emma said, kneeling down on the side of Liz and putting an arm
around her,  -œthat was pretty hot. - Quite the understatement.

    -œAnd FUN, - Liz said, still a bit out of breath.

    -œI think, - Emma continued,  -œthat we are going to have to start
playing together more often.  With Mike as well, of course. -

   She was still focused on Liz so she couldn't see Mike swallow hard.

    -œI think that sounds like a lot of fun, - Liz replied.   -œWhat do
you think, Mike? - she asked over Emma's shoulder.

    -œUh, I, uh, what, - was his answer.

    -œI think that means he'd love to, - Liz translated.  Emma leaned in
and kissed Liz on the lips, placing her hand on the back of Liz's neck.

    -œMistress Emma, - Brent said.  That was the first time Mike or Liz
had heard  -œMistress - used and it caught both their attentions.  Brent
didn't even think anything of it.

    -œYes, Brent? - Emma replied leaning forward to look over at him.

    -œI'd like to announce some news myself if I may go over to my clothes?
-

    -œSure, go ahead, - she said.

   I returned with some paper towels and spray bottle of window cleaner.  I
got on my knees and started wiping up Brent's cum first.

   Brent rooted around in his pants and walked back, still naked, with
something behind his back.

    -œMa'am, - he said to Emma.   -œCould you stand up, please? -

   I sprayed the floor with the window cleaner and wiped it clean before
moving on to Mike's puddle of semen.

   Emma stood up and turned to him, puzzled, as Brent dropped back down to
a kneeling position.

   Mike's cum was a weird off-white color; what did kids eat these days?  I
swiped across his mess.

   Brent brought one knee back up and came around with his hidden hand.  In
it was a small box that he flipped open.  I heard Jess exclaim  -œOh my
God! -

   I stopped for a moment to see what was going on as I cleaned my own
sperm that had landed in front of Liz.

    -œEmma Russell, - Brent began.  I could now see that the box he was
holding a diamond ring which was sparkling.  It probably would have
sparkled better in daylight rather than the old fluorescents in the store,
but I don't think Brent was about to suggest they all go outside to find
out.

   The ring looked quite a bit larger than the one I'd bought for Jess back
in the day; I hoped she didn't notice (I found out later that she did.)

    -œAfter my wife passed away, - Brent continued,  -œI couldn't imagine
loving anyone again.  Until I met you.  You've made me happier than I ever
thought possible since that awful day.  And now I want to make sure you
stay in my life for the rest of it.  Emma Russell...  will you marry me? -

   Emma was in shock and had her hands covering her mouth as she looked
down at him.  For a moment, I wasn't sure what she was going to say.

   Chapter 99

    -œYes!  Oh, God, Brent, yes! - Emma exclaimed as she dropped down on
onto her knees in front of him.  She threw her arms around him and squeezed
him with all her might.

    -œI love you so much, Em, - Brent said.  His body was pressed hard
against hers.

   Emma pushed away and put her hands on either side of his face.

    -œI love you too, Brent, - she said before leaning in to kiss him.

   Jess was the first to start applauding and whistling.  Liz and Mike
joined in a shortly thereafter.  I, unfortunately, had a cum soaked paper
towel in one hand and a spray bottle in the other.

    -œWoohoo! - I called out in lieu of clapping.

   Emma leaned back, then looked down.  Brent's softening cock had leaked
cum all over the front of her blouse.  Emma was too dazed to do anything
besides stare at the smear.   -œFortunately, - Jess took over.

    -œAaron, you were in charge of cleaning up all the mess, - she said. I
didn't like the tone.

    -œYes, Ma'am, I was just finishing, - I answered.  I resumed cleaning
up the last of the jizz.

    -œNo, I don't think you're done, - she said slowly.  She let her words
sink in before explaining.

    -œSee, - she continued, gesturing at Brent's dick,  -œthere is still a
mess on the end there.  And on the end of Mike's as well.  Get a clean
towel and clean both of their members for them. -

   I cringed, but at least she didn't ask me to lick anything clean.  I
pulled a clean towel off the roll and knee-walked over to Brent.  Emma
moved away to give me room without saying anything.

    -œPlease don't use any window cleaner on it! - Brent said, suddenly
nervous.

    -œUh, no, no, I won't, - I said quietly.  I tentatively reached out
with the paper towel, pausing in front of his cock for a few moments before
wiping the end of it's residual cum.  I imagine that the paper towel didn't
feel particularly pleasant, but it wasn't particularly pleasant for me
either.

   I turned to Emma and used a clean part of the towel to clean up her
blouse as best I could.  It was probably going to stain, though, I thought.

   I took another clean towel to clean Mike's dick in similar manner.  Mike
tensed visibly and I saw him hold his breath.  He clearly wanted to protest
but didn't.  I'm not sure if he courageous enough to put up with it or just
too afraid to go against Jess and Emma.

   Regardless of which it was, Jess was unsatisfied with how much dick I
was handling.  Sorry, I mean, with the  -œcleaning job I was doing. -

    -œAaron, I don't think you are getting him 'really, really clean.' Hold
his shaft in your hand  -" no, hold the underside.  Yeah, like that.  Now,
run your thumb along the underside from base to tip, making sure that any
left-over cum is drained.  There you go, that's it.  Much better.  Now roll
his balls around in your other hand to make sure there isn't any left in
there, either. - - Yeah, right.

   Mike's anxiety level was at an 11.  I was sure he was going to freak out
any second but in the end, he suffered through my touching his manhood.

   Finished, I stood up and brought all of the cum soiled towels to the
storage closet which had a large waste barrel.

   While I was gone, Jess walked over to Mike and whispered in his ear.  I
saw Mike listen, pause to consider, then nod agreement to....  something.
Jess smiled and clapped him on the shoulder.

    -œAaron, - she said as I returned,  -œYou didn't clean Liz, did he
Liz? -

   Liz was taken by surprise but recovered quickly to play along.   -œNo,
Ma'am.  He didn't. -

    -œOh, ok, - I replied.   -œI'll get some more paper towels. - I
turned to head back to the closet by Jess grabbed my arm.

    -œNo, that won't be necessary, - she said.   -œYou can just lick her
clean with you mouth.  Right, Liz?  Will that work for you? -

    -œOh, uh.... - Liz said.  She turned to Mike; Mike made eye contact
and nodded.  I saw him mouth  -œIt's ok. -

    -œUh, yes, Ma'am.  That will be fine, - Liz finished.

    -œGreat! - Jess replied.   -œLiz, please lie on your back, hands and
legs in the air.  Like a puppy.  Yes, just like that!  Good girl! -

   I crawled in between Liz's thighs and pushed them apart enough to get my
head in there.  Her womanly scent flooded into my nose; I could never get
enough of that smell.

   Mike sat down on the floor next to Liz, his back to me so he could look
into her face.  He reached over and ran his hand across her belly, just
like you would to a puppy.  His touch tickled her and she wriggled under my
mouth, her legs squeezing the sides of my head as well.

    -œSorry!  I didn't mean to tickle you, - he said.

    -œIt's ok, - she said, smiling up to him.

   His hand left her abdomen and tracked up to her left tit.  Her perky
nipples looked like they could cut glass.

   I pulled apart her pussy lips and exposed the pink wonder inside. 
Mike's fingers wrapped around one of Liz's nipples and tweaked it gently.

   My tongue traced from the bottom of her labia to the top, pausing at the
end to tease her clit.  She wasn't  -œdirty - - at least, not in the
cleanliness sense, so I was basically just eating her out.  Everyone seemed
ok with that.

   My tongue moved back down pushed in between her lips as Mike leaned over
to kiss her  -œother - lips.

    -œMmmmm, - she moaned.  Mike ran his fingers through her hair as I
jabbed my tongue in and out of her pussy.

    -œOh, God, Mike that feels nice.... - she cooed.  'Mike'?  Really?  No
respect, I tell you, no respect.

   My tongue withdrew and ran along the outside of her lips a few more
times.  Mike ran his hand along her cheek as he looked down at her.

   I moved back to her clit and flapped at it; I wanted to be the good
little puppy, too.  That would be good for extra points, I thought.

    -œMmmm, oh, right there, - Liz said.  She was still looking at Mike as
she said it.

    -œLiz? - Mike said.

    -œOoooo, yes? - she replied.  Her legs were shaking beneath me.

    -œI want you to move in with me.  Would you like that? - he said
softly, but loud enough that the crowd gathered round could all hear him.

    -œMmmmm, ohhhh.... - Liz was bucking under me.

    -œOh, yes, yes, - Liz moaned.  I don't know to who it was directed. 
Neither did Mike.

    -œYes, you want to move in with me? - he questioned.

    -œMmmmmm.... - My tongue pierced between her labia and my nose brushed
her nub.

    -œYes, God yes, Mike, I'd love that! - Liz cried out just as her
orgasm hit.   -œOh, God, fuck!  Ohhh! - she screamed as her pelvis thrust
against my face.  Mike was leaning against her and holding the rest of her
down.

   She threw both of her arms around Mike as another wave of pleasure hit
and her lips met his.  I heard her moaning into him as her orgasm surged.

   Finally, she pulled herself away from my mouth and tucked her legs in
tight against her stomach as she pulled Mike tight in an embrace.

    -œDamn, - Emma said, breaking the spell.   -œI think Brent and I need
some alone time now.  What does everyone say we call it a night? -

   We all stood up and looked to one another.

    -œI think that sounds like an excellent idea, - Jess said, swatting me
on the ass.   -œI think Aaron needs to go home to face the consequences for
losing the contest. -

   I could only hope.

   Chapter 100



   Those of us who were naked got dressed and we all parted ways.

   Back at home, I got to fuck Jess from behind over the edge of our sofa
as payment for throwing the contest.  I didn't get anal (perhaps that was
the 'consequence'?) but it still felt like a pretty fair deal.

   After cleaning ourselves up, I started Googling for ideas on the
graduation ceremony.

    -œHey, Jess, come here, - I called out from the desk where I was
seated in front of our computer.

    -œWhat's up? - she said coming up behind me.  She put her hand on the
back of my head as she looked over my shoulder at the screen.

    -œSo, - I said,  -œhere is my thinking.  I use my cellphone camera to
video the graduation ceremony and send it via Skype to Brent who can watch
it at the fire-station.  Not exactly like being there, but a pretty good
compromise, I think. -

   Jess nodded slowly.   -œI agree.  Let me run it by Emma. - She pulled
out her own phone and called Emma up, telling her my thoughts.  She
listened as Emma spoke back and then a saw a smile develop on Jess' face.

    -œWow!  I guess I trained you well, - she said into the receiver.  
-œAlright, let me talk to Aaron and come up with a plan. - She hung up the
phone.

    -œEmma loves that idea, but wants to make things more interesting for
poor Brent stuck at work.... -

   - - -

   That led us to the mall and Spooner's to start using our rather
significant store credit.

    -œWell, if it isn't my newest favorite customers! - Amelia said as we
walked in.

    -œI'm sure the $5000 credit on our tab has something to do with that,
- Jess responded back.  Amelia laughed.

    -œWell, doesn't hurt! - she said.

    -œAre you on commission here?  Is that even ok to ask? - Jess asked.

    -œIt is and I'm not, - Amelia answered.   -œDon't worry about me,
though.  I'm better paid than you'd probably think for a mall store clerk.
I'm actually the store manager here.  And, as such, I get a performance
bonus based on overall monthly sales, so that's kind of like a commission.
The district manager said that my sales, particularly in the 'Sexual
Health' product lines, far, far out pace any of the other stores.  They are
considering sending some other managers here to 'learn from me.' -

   Jess laughed.   -œWell, if you need Aaron here to strip in the middle of
your store again to help you demonstrate your sales technique, just let me
know when and I'll make sure he's here! -

    -œHey, I just may take you up on that, - she said, quite seriously I
noticed.   -œSo, anyway, I assume you guys didn't come all the way out here
to discuss my sales skills.  How are we looking to violate your husband
today? -

    -œActually, - Jess said,  -œit's not Aaron we are going to be
violating. -

   Jess explained the situation and told Amelia what we were looking for.
Amelia happily took us over to the products in question  -" specifically,
vibrators that came with little remote controls to activate them.  While
Jess examined one, my eyes fell on a similar, but different, product in a
box nearby.  I picked it up and the brain-gears turned again.  I pulled out
my phone and started Googling the specific product.  Amelia noticed.

    -œIf you are checking online pricing, please note that we do have a
liberal price match policy- -

   I stopped her.   -œIt's nothing like that.  I'm just looking up the
details to see if this will- yep, perfect.  Forget that one , we will take
this one, - I said waving the box I was holding.  It was my brief moment
of 'take-chargedness.'

    -œAlright, - Jess said.   -œWhat Aaron wants, Aaron gets.  Ring us up.
-

   - - -



   The day of the ceremony came and Emma was at our house prepping.  Jess
was in our bedroom helping her get dressed.  I was at our desk making some
last minute updates to the software on my phone to make everything work. 
I'd gone over to Brent's house the night before to set up everything on his
phone so he'd be ready at work.

   As I was finishing, Emma came out in her blue graduation cap and gown.
She held her arms out and did a twirl; the fabric flowed like water around
her.

    -œEmma, - I said.   -œYou look beautiful in that. -

   Emma blushed; something she rarely did these days.   -œThanks, Aaron. 
Is everything good to go? -

    -œYep, - I said, tapping my phone.   -œAnd with you? -

   Emma tapped her crotch and laughed.   -œYep! - That was followed by an
-œOoo! - Tapping on the toy was, itself, enough to get a reaction out of
her, I saw.  Oh boy.

   - - -



   We rode together in the car, Jess driving, Emma and I in the back seat.
Emma was clearly nervous so I decided to help her relax.

   I reached into my pocket and slid out my phone.  Swipe, swipe, tap, tap,
and the app opened that controlled via Bluetooth the vibrator inserted into
Emma's pussy.  The interface was pretty basic with a button that toggled it
on and off next to a graduated color slider that run from top to bottom to
control the intensity.  I set the slider a couple notches from the bottom
and tapped  -œOn. -

   I couldn't hear the vibrator activate but the way Emma jerked upright
and grabbed my wrist told me that it did.

    -œOh!  Oooo! - Emma said, startled by the unexpected tickling of her
womanhood.

   The vibrator had a large bulbous portion that was lodged in Emma's pussy
and a smaller, thin projection that circled up to land on her clit.  Emma's
panties held the toy in place (no going commando that day.)

   The app running on my phone connected via bluetooth to the vibrator. 
The Chinese made device had a claimed range of 100 meters (which I figured
out was around 300 feet.  Damn metric system.)

   Since the ceremony was in a small auditorium rather than a big, open
field, Emma wouldn't be out of range of the phone at any point.  There was
a bit of coding I had to do to enable one more feature that we needed that
day, but luckily that was my thing and the open source nature of the API
for the app (which I'd confirmed via Google in the store) made it easy to
do.  Sorry for the geek side-bar.  We now return you to the regularly
scheduled porn already in progress.

   The buzzing in Emma's pussy had the desired effect of calming her down.
I saw her eyes close and she relaxed against the back of the seat, moaning
softly.  After a few minutes, I tapped the off button.

    -œAwwww, - Emma whined.

    -œThat's just about enough for now, I think, - I said.

   Chapter 101



   We got to the college early.  I wanted to ensure that we got good seats
up at the front row.  The range on the vibrator was plenty long enough but
I needed to be fairly close to the front for Brent to be able to see
everything.  The cellphone camera had no  -œzoom. - And I suspected there
would be lots to see.

   We sat down and got comfortable.  There were a handful of other families
in the room but it was a large auditorium so there wasn't anyone directly
on the side of us.

   I pulled up my contacts list on the phone and hit send.

    -œHello? - Brent said on the other end.

    -œHold on, Brent, let me put you on speaker, - I said.  I sat my phone
on my lap.

    -œHi, Em!  Hi, guys! - Brent said, his voice loud in the quiet hall. I
lowered the volume.

    -œHi, Brent! - Jess said.   -œAre you all squared away to watch
everything from the station? -

    -œYep, - he replied.   -œI'm in my private room used for sleeping.  It
doesn't hold anything other than a twin bed, but it'll do. -

    -œK, Brent, - I said.   -œOpen the app I setup on your phone and press
the button that says 'Go' -

   We all heard a short laugh from Brent's end of the phone, but only I
knew what had caused it.  The app on his phone was one part of the pair
that I'd coded myself and the button was actually a photo of a vagina with
-œGo! - printed on it.  I figured he'd get a kick out of it.

    -œK, it says 'Please wait, socket connecting,', - he said.  There was
a few moments of silence before the screen flashed and changed.

   When it did, the screen was divided into two halves, top and bottom. 
The top half showed Brent's face while the bottom half was completely
black. Black, that was, until I lifted the phone up off my lap which was
blocking the front facing camera.  Once I did, the bottom half showed the
image being recorded which, at that moment, was the base of the auditorium
stage.

    -œCan you guys see me? - asked Brent.

    -œYes, - I replied for us.   -œHow ' bout you? -

    -œYep, I can see the stage, - he replied.

   I swung the phone up and around, sweeping it across the room.

    -œWhoa! - he shouted.   -œYou're going to make me sick if you keep
doing that! -

    -œWhoops, sorry, - I said sincerely.  I braced the phone on my knee
and angled it to get the best view.   -œHow's that? -

    -œMuch better, - he replied.

    -œK, on the bottom of your screen you should see the other item we
discussed. - I was being deliberately vague because Emma didn't know about
the final surprise.  But she figured it out a moment later.  She shrieked
and jumped in her seat as the vibrator buzzed to life.  She looked at my
hands, but saw that I wasn't touching anything.

    -œWho... - she started to ask as she grabbed her crotch.

    -œMe, - Brent answered.  The buzzing between her legs stopped.

   I elaborated.   -œI hacked the software so that Brent could connect to
my phone and in turn allow him to operate the v- - I stopped myself from
saying 'vibrator' aloud as several families were all within earshot around
us now.   -œthe 'device', from the fire-station.  If that isn't the 'next
best thing to being there' then I don't know what is. -

    -œAaron, you arranged all that? - Emma asked incredulously.

    -œI did.  I have skills beyond those in the bedroom, you know, - I
said.  That sentence got me a scornful look from a forty-something blond
woman sitting three seats to my left.  I'd have to be more careful.

    -œSo, - I continued,  -œIt's Brent who is going to be, uh, 'driving
Miss Daisy', down there today. - I chuckled at my euphemism.  No one else
did.  Tough crowd.

    -œK, - I said, turning my attention back to Brent.   -œSwinging the
phone around. -

   I turned towards Emma  -" much more slowly this time, so as not to make
Brent vomit in the firehouse  -" and pointed the camera so he could see
her, rather than the empty stage.

    -œHey, sweetie, - Brent said.  His picture was facing me but I had a
suspicion that his comment was directed at his fiancÃ(C)e.

    -œHey, baby, - Emma said to the rear of my phone.  She smiled and blew
him a kiss.  She was rewarded with more tickling inside her pussy.

    -œOooooh, Brent, - she moaned.  Her moan earned us another glowering
look from the blond buzz-kill down the row.  Emma didn't care, though.

   At the very bottom of the screen on my phone was a tiny bar gauge that
showed the intensity that Brent had the vibrator set to.  I thought it
would be fun to watch the level change as he played around with it.  At
that moment, Emma was buzzing at about 35% which gradually lowered back
down to 0%.

    -œDamn, this is awesome to watch, - Jess said from the other side of
Emma.   -œBrent, ramp it up so we can see what that thing can do. -

   I watched as the gauge moved up to the 75% range.  Emma immediately
grabbed both of our wrists.

    -œOooooooo, God, you guuuyyysss.... - Emma moaned.  The vibrating
against both her clit and inside her pussy was more intense than anything
she'd played with to date.  The fact that she was helpless to do anything
except ride it out at Brent's mercy only fueled the excitement.  I couldn't
recall if Emma had been on a receiving end of the submissive role before
that day.

   Brent let her quiver for a half a minute before I saw the bar go back
down.

    -œOh baby, - Jess said as she watched Emma tremble in her seat.

   It was nearly time for the graduation to commence and the auditorium was
as full as it was going to get which is to say, not very much what with the
small group.  The front row that we were seated in was more crowded than
any other part of the auditorium since everyone else wanted the good seats,
too.  Well, an audience watching on was all part of the plan.

   The college's dean walked out to the podium and everyone quieted
immediately.  That was Brent's cue to ramp the toy back up.

    -œOooo, mmmm.... - Emma said.  Another scornful look from the bitch
was Emma's reward but Emma didn't even see it.  Her chest heaved up and
down as her pussy was teased.

   I saw Emma rock her hips in the chair, presumably trying to get more
contact from the vibrator.  Brent saw it too and turned the toy back down.

    -œNope, not yet, - came his voice from the phone.

   Emma groaned in frustration loudly enough that the dean, who had been
rambling on about something ceremonial, looked in her direction.  Emma
caught his gaze, bit her lip, and quieted.

   After his brief speech about how proud the students should be and blah
blah blah, the dean begin calling the names in alphabetical order.

   Usually, all the graduates would have been seated together for
logistical reasons but with the small number involved, the school hadn't
felt it necessary.

   Emma sat, eyes closed, as name after name was called.  Brent would ramp
her back up as each name was read, then back down fifteen seconds later. 
Emma was teased, back and forth, just on the verge of orgasm without being
allowed release.  Brent had quite the rhythm going.

   Being an  -œR - surname, it meant that Emma was towards the end of the
pack which gave Brent ample time to buzz away at her privates which I could
see he was doing on my screen.  Emma rocked in frustrated bliss.

    -œEMMA, RUSSELL, - called out the dean.  Emma blinked and was startled
back to the real world.  I could see she was sweating from the excitement
and panting heavily.  The vibrator went back down to 0%.

   She stood up shakily and tried her best to hurry to the stage.  As she
was, Brent slid the vibrator to 30%.  Emma stumbled a bit as her hoo-ha
buzzed to life but she kept herself (reasonably) composed.  I saw her hand
involuntarily move towards her crotch before she moved it back to her side.

   I tracked her with the phone as she crossed the stage.  She reached the
podium and the Dean, smiling ear-to-ear, reached out to shake her hand.

   I saw the bar graph jump to 100%.  Whoa!

   Emma doubled over as her vagina was lit up like a Christmas tree.  I'm
sure it was my imagination but I swear I could hear the fucking thing
humming from my seat.

    -œMiss Russell!  Are you alright? - the Dean said, bending over to
help her.  Emma, with great strength, put a hand on his shoulder and pulled
herself back up right.  I saw her whisper something into the Dean's ear.

   His eyes went wide and I saw him gulp before nodding.  He put an arm
around her to help her stand.

   The bar graph went down to 20% for a few seconds and Emma was given just
enough time to recover before Brent buzzed her back to 100%.  I saw Emma
wince but she stayed upright as the Dean handed her the diploma.

   Emma took one small step forward when her orgasm hit.

    -œOh, God! - she cried out.  She put both hands on the podium to
support herself.  I could see her legs shaking as her climax washed over
her.  She took a big breath then held up the diploma triumphantly.

    -œOh, God!  This is such, ohhh, such a proud day! - she shouted to the
crowd.

    -œNice save, - I said to Jess and Brent.

   Chapter 102

   Emma pushed herself off the podium and hobbled away, another wave of
pleasure hitting her every few steps as they reached the far end of the
stage.

    -œYou should probably cut it back before she breaks her neck going down
the stairs, - I said softly to the phone.

   Brent didn't answer but I saw the graph drop down to 10%.  Not off, just
enough to give her a break.  Emma responded immediately.  She heaved a huge
sigh and straightenened up.  I watched as she hurried down the stairs
before Brent could zap her again.

   Back at the seats, Emma grabbed my wrist and turned the phone to face
her.

    -œI hope you had fun today because it is going to cost that pretty butt
of yours, sweetie-pie, - Emma said, a gleem in her eye.

    -œI did and it was worth it, - Brent said.  He was grinning ear-to-ear
though Emma couldn't see it.

    -œHey, - I said to Emma,  -œWhat did you whisper to the dean? -

    -œI told him I was having trouble walking because I had remote
controlled vibrator lodged in my pussy, - Emma said straight-faced.

    -œYou said what?! - I exclaimed.  Emma laughed.

    -œNo, not really.  I told him I was having period cramps.  Girls can
get away with murder using that line, - Emma said.

   Jess nodded on the side of her

    -œShe's right, you know.  It's a very powerful card to play. -

   A few more students made their way through and the ceremony was over. 
We exited together out the back.

   Emma grabbed my arm to stop me just outside the auditorium door.  People
were exiting all around us.

    -œAaron, point the phone at me, - Emma said.  I did as she took a few
steps back.  I saw her take a deep breath.

    -œThis is for you, babe, - Emma said to the camera.  Bending over, she
grabbed the hem of the gown and pulled it with a rush up to her neck.

   Emma's naked body was exposed to Brent, us, and about a dozen
pedestrians who all suddenly stopped in their tracks.

   In addition to her shaved pussy, Emma had blue tassels danging from both
nipples.  Very festive, I thought.

   She counted to ten before spinning around.  She bent over at the waist
and pulled the gown up over her back, exposing her ass.  Holding her cheeks
apart and poking through was a jeweled butt plug the exact same shade as
the cap and gown.  I made a mental note to ask Jess how Emma managed to
color coordinate that; She would tell me later that when you have a $5000
credit at the adult toy store, they are very accommodating with custom
orders and will provide for you, in Amelia's words,  -œpretty much any
fucking thing you want. - Good to know.

   Emma shook her ass at the camera, the movement making waves through her
ass flesh.  The mid-day sun glinted off the fake jewel in the center of the
plug, creating a starburst effect on the screen of the phone.

   Some of the men started applauding and whistling, others just smiled and
enjoyed the show.  The women were, for the most part, less impressed.  I'm
sure I heard at least one woman mutter 'slut.'

   After another count of ten, Emma was covered back up and decent again
(relatively speaking.) I could see on the phone the very, uh, distinctive
movement of the phone shaking on Brent's end.  I turned the phone to Emma
so she could see.

    -œUh, I think this call is for you, - I said.  Emma's brow furrowed in
confusion as she took the phone.  A moment later, she realized that Brent
was masturbating with his free hand.  His eyes were closed and his head
back as the picture on the screen shook wildly.

   Emma watched the phone in silence, chewing her lower lip.  A few times,
Brent's phone tipped low enough to see his hand moving in a blur at his
crotch.  Jess and I watched over her shoulders.

    -œUnnh! - he groaned and then the picture on the phone went black.  I
thought for a minute that he had dropped the phone.

    -œShit! - I heard Brent mutter.  A moment later, the picture went from
black to blurry as hell as Brent tried to clean his jizz off of the front
facing camera lens (and, I guessed, from the rest of the screen, too.) It
was proving to be a difficult task as we could see enough to tell that he
was still actively cumming and shooting jizz all over the firehouse floor.
And probably on everything else around him as well.

    -œShit, shit! - he muttered two more times.   -œFuck, it's everywhere!
-

   Emma burst out into laughter .

    -œGuys, - Brent said  -" we couldn't really see much as he'd set the
phone face up on the bed next to him.   -œThis has been awesome but, uh, I
gotta go before someone comes in here. -

    -œIt looks like someone already came in there! - Emma said, still
laughing.

   He ignored the comment.   -œEm, I'm so proud of you, - blurry-ass-Brent
said to Emma.   -œYou are an amazing girl and love you so much, I want you
to know that. -

    -œI love you too, Brent, - Emma said.  Just then, we heard the claxon
sound in the station for a call.

    -œFUCK! - Brent cried out.   -œGotta go, guys! - And just like that,
the phone disconnected.

   A random guy walked up to us.

    -œHey, I just wanted to tell you, that was really hot! - he said to
Emma.  Emma was unprepared for the compliment and just blinked in response.
Random-guy raised his hand in a high-five which Emma instinctively
returned.

    -œLove the tit tassels, too! - he said, smiling as he walked away.

    -œI have to agree, - I said.   -œThe tit-tassels WERE nice.  Where did
you get those? -

    -œDollar store, - Jess said simply.   -œGotta be resourceful,
sometimes. -

   Words to live by.

   Chapter 103



   We took Emma back to her house and dropped her off.  Before she opened
the back door, she leaned forward to talk to us through the gap in the
seats.

    -œGuys, I'd like you to come in for a bit, if you don't mind.  I have
some stuff that'd I'd like to discuss with you both, - Emma said.

   We followed her in and she asked us to make ourselves comfortable on the
couch.

    -œSo,  -œ she began.   -œYou are both aware that I am now an engaged
woman, - she said, holding up her engagement ring clad hand.

    -œI don't know if we've said it, - Jess said,  -œbut Brent is an
amazing guy.  You really lucked out with him! - I nodded in agreement next
to her.

    -œThank you, I really love him, - she said.   -œAnyway, I have a lot
of important wedding-type decisions to make now.  And one of them is my
choice for Maid-of-honor.  And, of course, that person is going to be
responsible for helping me with all of the wedding planning and handling
the wedding chaos. -

   Jess was positively giddy with anticipation on the side of me.  I felt
her leg bouncing nervously.

    -œIt is a very big job, - Emma continued,  -œand one that I feel needs
to be shared with two people. - .

   Jess slumped a bit at that but tried hard not to show her
disappointment. I think she mostly failed.

    -œThat's perfectly reasonable, - Jess said.  I took her hand and held
it in mine.

    -œSo, I want you, - - Emma nodded to Jess -  -œto be my first
maid-of-honor, if you'll be it. -

    -œYes! - Jess said immediately,  -œAbsolutely!  The other, I assume,
is Liz? -

    -œOh, actually, no, - Emma said, surprising us both.   -œLiz and I are
friends, but not really close in the way I am with you guys.  We don't
really talk or anything outside of work.  She's a great person, but we
don't really have a lot in common. -

    -œOh, ok, so who? - Jess asked, confused.  Emma nodded toward me.

    -œAaron, - Emma said flatly.

    -œHuh? - Jess and I said in unison.

    -œYou have both been amazing friends to me and amazingly supportive. 
And I want both of you to be there for me for my wedding, - Emma said.

    -œEm, - I said,  -œI am, uh, flattered and all, but you know I'm,
like, a guy?  I mean, I'm pretty sure you've seen, and played with, the
proof. -

   Emma waved off my objection.   -œSo we'll call it the 'dude-of-honor',
if you will.  I think that's the twenty-first century term that I read for
it.  But I'm serious about this.  I want both of you involved in every
aspect, side by side. -

   Jess answered for me.   -œAaron will do it.  How could he ever refuse
you? -

    -œBut- - I started to object again but Emma cut me off.

    -œGreat!  That makes me feel so much better, guys! - Emma said,
excited and clasping her hands together.

    -œThe dude-of-honor, - she said, continuing,  -œis going to have one
additional job as well. - We both waited for her to finish.  I dreaded
what else I might be in for.

    -œAs you are both aware, - she said,  -œmy parents are both deceased
and I have no siblings.  So, Aaron, as dude-of-honor (she was really
getting into that phrase), I want you to walk me down the aisle and give me
away at the wedding.  Will you do that for me? -

   I was speechless for a rare moment.  That was totally not what I was
expecting.

    -œOf course, Em, - I said softly,  -œI'd be honored. -

   Emma stood up and came over to us.  She knelt down on the floor in front
of us and threw her arms around us both.

    -œI love both you guys so much, - she said.

    -œWe love you too, Em, - I said for both of us.   -œBut just so we are
clear, I am NOT wearing a brides maid dress. -

   Jess and Emma both laughed.  Emma leaned in close to me.

    -œI'll bet you'd wear one if I ordered you to, - she said into my ear.

    -œI'll bet you're right, I would, but I'm gambling that you won't, - I
said back.

    -œWell, you're right, - Emma replied rubbing her hand on my crotch.  
-œI won't.  But don't worry, I'll get you into a sexy dress another time.
-

   Jess clapped her hands together.

    -œOk, clothing settled, we need to move on to more important issues. 
Namely, the dude-of-honor and I have to start planning a bachelorette
party! -

   Chapter 104

   We didn't actually start the planning that day.  Brent and Emma had
decided on a summer wedding and that gave Jess plenty of time to arrange
things.  As it happens, Jess and I planned both the bachelorette party and
the bachelor party.  Both of those were slated for July, ahead of their
August wedding day..

   Jess, Emma, and I sat down with Brent in early spring to discuss his
wedding needs (i.e.  the bachelor party.  Guys don't really have 'wedding
needs.')

   Brent had chosen his best man, a friend from the fire-station named
Andre.  In the intervening time, we'd all gotten to know each other very
well.  That meant that he was reluctant to tell us.  Correction: he was
reluctant to tell  -œme -.  So he took me off to the side to tell me in
private.

    -œHey, so, I asked my friend Andre to be my best man.  I hope you
aren't offended, Andre has been- -

   I raised a hand and cut him off.   -œHey, hey, no worries, man.  Geez,
we haven't even known each other that long.  We're cool.  Hell, I'm not
even available for the job anyway. -

    -œOh, ok, - Brent said, a bit puzzled by my unexpected answer.  
-œThen I guess that's- wait, what do you mean you aren't available? -

    -œOh.  Well, your future wife insisted on me to serve as joint
maid-of-honor, - I explained.

    -œOh...  I see-...  no, wait, what the fuck? - Brent said, clearly
baffled and shaking his head.

   I sighed.   -œYeah.  What the fuck, indeed, Brent.  What the fuck,
indeed. -

   - - -

   Brent's bachelor party was arranged first.  Brent's best-man Andre was a
bit miffed at not being allowed to plan it but Jess convinced Brent that it
would be in his, and the whole group's, best interest to allow her to
arrange the shin-dig.  While it was a bit weird letting his girlfriend's
best friend arrange that sort of thing, he also knew that it would
undoubtedly by exponentially more interesting if she did.

   Emma wholeheartedly agreed, knowing full well the kind of debauchery
that would ensue.  She wouldn't be attending, of course.  It wasn't that
Emma would disapprove of anything that would happen, just that the other
attendees would no doubt feel awkward with the bride-to-be watching. 
Understandable.

   Jess had lots planned and she asked Brent to trust her.  And he did,
implicitly.

   - - -

   Brent's contribution to the planning consisted of the guest list which
consisted of two friends and one cousin.  Oh, and me, though I'd later wish
it hadn't.

   Jess would be hosting the party herself but she was going to need help
so she called the number on the business card she had.

    -œIt's a great day at Spooner's, home of all your favorite gifts,
Amelia speaking, how may I help you? - came the voice on the other end. 
Amelia said it pleasantly enough with just the right amount of monotony
required for something she said forty times a day.

    -œHi, Amelia, it's Jess, - she said.

    -œHi!  How are my favorite clients doing? - Amelia asked.  Her voice
perked up noticeably.

    -œFantastic.  A friend of mine is having a bachelor party, - Jess
began.

    -œOk, we have lots of items to make a bachelor party exciting, -
Amelia said.

    -œOh, you definitely have what I need there, but probably not what you
are thinking of... - Jess said.

    -œOk, try me, - Amelia said.

    -œYou know my friend Emma, of course.  Well, she's getting engaged and
I am arranging the bachelor party for her fiancÃ(C), Brent, - Jess
explained.

    -œBit weird, but cool.  Continue, - Amelia said evenly.

    -œEvery bachelor party needs strippers, - Jess said.

    -œObviously. -

    -œBut most strippers are opposed to the kind of, well, 'hands-on'
shall-we-say fun that I have planned so for this party I am going to be
that stripper.  But I'm going to need help.  So I was hoping I could hire
you for the night.  I can pay well, - Jess said.  Emma had basically given
her a blank check for whatever she wanted.

    -œI'm not a whore, - Amelia said simply.  Amelia couldn't see it, but
Jess' jaw dropped nearly to the floor.

    -œI'm, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean- -

    -œWhore's get paid for that kind of stuff, - Amelia said, cutting her
off.   -œAnd, as I said, I'm not a whore.  But I will gladly do it for Emma
for free.  Because I like you guys.  You will have to tell Emma that I
expect to be invited to the wedding, though. -

   Jess let out a sigh of relief that Amelia's heard on the other end of
the phone.

    -œI'm pretty sure that can be arranged, - Jess said.

    -œAnd I may have an additional request to be determined later.  Like
the Godfather, I'll expect her to return the favor when the time comes, -
Amelia continued.

   Jess wasn't sure what she would be getting Emma into by agreeing, but
when she'd spoken to Emma about getting Amelia on board, Emma had told her
to  -œmake it happen no matter what you have to offer her. - Emma had been
talking about money but hadn't explicitly ruled out other forms of
negotiation so...

    -œAgreed, - Jess said.   -œI'll get you the details. -

   - - -

   Amelia stopped by a few weeks later so the girls could arrange their 
-œbattle plan. - They sat at the kitchen table, each with their own
notebook, tossing around ideas.  I wasn't privy to the discussion.  I
didn't like that.

   The only time I was even allowed in the kitchen was when Amelia called
me in.

    -œYes? - I said.

   Amelia stood up to face me.

    -œDrop your drawers, - she said to me.  This strange girl that I met,
like, twice tells me to strip in my own kitchen in front of my wife.  No
biggie.

   I dropped my pants and underwear to the floor.  Amelia bent over to dig
in her purse for a minute before pulling out the last thing I was
expecting: I precision dial Vernier caliper.

    -œWhat- - I started to say but Jess shushed me.  Amelia said nothing
as she squatted in front of me.

   She loosened the screw on the caliper and slid it open.  A moment later,
I felt the thin, cold metal contact either side of my scrotum.  Amelia
mumbled to herself and removed the caliper.  She turned back to the table
and scribbled in her notebook.

    -œK, - she said to me without looking.   -œYou can get dressed again.
-

    -œWhy on Earth do you carry a caliper in your purse? - I asked,
bewildered.

    -œJob necessity, - she replied.   -œI have to fit customers for things
like- well, let's just say 'things.' -

   I didn't like that answer AT ALL.

   Chapter 105



   Bachelor party day came on a warm, sunny Saturday in July.  The
consensus was that the parties had to both be completed well in advance of
the actual wedding so that everyone in the wedding party had plenty of time
to recover fully.  They were both expected to be very, uh, aerobic.

   Amelia showed up early in the day to help Jess and I setup.  Jess told
her that wasn't necessary what with everything she was already helping with
but she insisted.

   We had a caterer set up some folding tables and a buffet dinner. 
Nothing fancy as it was a bachelor party after all but plenty of carbs for
energy.  Finger sandwiches, pulled pork, chicken wings, meatballs, and the
like.  Along with a platter of cookies and brownies as well.

   I hit the liquor store and picked up plenty of assorted beers; Bud Light
because it was legally required for pretty much every party, Sam Adams
Summer, Heineken, etc.  We decided no hard liquor of any kind.  Number one,
the guys getting completely shit-faced would likely only lead to someone
ruining the party by being a total asshole and, number two, hard alcohol
would likely cause...  performance issues for the guys.  The cooler
contained some sodas and bottled waters should anyone be a non-drinker.

   The guys were told to dress casual.  This would not be a fancy affair
and Jess had plans for later which might result in getting dirty.  The
dress code was for the other guests, of course, not them.

    -œK, stud, - Amelia said to me.   -œLose 'em. - She gestured to,
well, everything I was wearing.  That was when I discovered their plans for
me.

    -œBut why- - I started to ask.  Jess cut me off.

    -œAmelia and I were talking.  We know Brent will undoubtedly be nervous
with everything that is going to happen.  So, we have to make him the
'alpha-male' by putting someone else beneath him.  Figuratively, that is.
He isn't going to fuck you or anything. - Well, that was a relief.  I
guess.

    -œSo I'm going to be naked all night? - I asked.  That didn't seem
that bad.  I'd already figured that all of the guys would be naked at some
point.  Jess and Amelia exchanged a glance that I didn't at all like.

    -œYes.... - Jess said without elaborating.  Amelia did, though.

    -œThere's a BIT more to it than that.  Now strip. -

   Once I was naked, Amelia dug into the bag of goods she'd brought from
Spooner's.  I wondered for a moment if the items in there were charged to
our store credit or paid for otherwise.  There was no polite way of asking,
of course.  And we had a shit-ton of credit to use that we hadn't paid for
so it would have been at least a little petty.

   She withdrew a clear plastic...  thing.  A thing that I didn't recognize
as Jess had never used one on me.  It looked like a roughly three-inch
long, slightly curved, hollow penis with a big, stainless steel ring on the
back.

   Amelia looked at my semi-hard cock and frowned.

    -œNo, that won't work, - she mumbled.  She went to our freezer and
opened it without asking.  I heard an  -œAh ha! - as she found what she
was looking for.  She returned with an ice pack.

   Before I could protest, the ice pack was slapped against my crotch.

    -œOw!  Fuck! - I cried out.  I tried to pull away but Jess stood up
behind me and held me in place while the ice pack did its work.

   I cringed and struggled but knew it was useless to put up any real
fight. The just toughed out the icy burn searing through my loins.

   Amelia pulled it away a couple of times, peered down, shook her head and
put it back.  I tried to ignore the fact that I was standing naked in front
of two clothed women as best I could.

   Finally, Amelia pulled the pack off and nodded before tossing it onto
the table.  Working quickly, she slipped the see-thru device over my soft,
cold dick.  It reminded me of hard, solid plastic condom.  Thanks to the
ice pack, my tiny, flaccid penis didn't even come close to filling the
device.

   Once she had it on, I felt the cold metal of the ring touch my smooth
pubic mound.  The ring was hinged in the middle to swing open and closed;
it was in the open position when she installed it on me.  Once on, though,
she snapped the ring closed which locked the device onto my crotch.  The
ring was over the top of my dick and under the base of my sack preventing
it's removal unless unlocked.

   A second later, I realized that wouldn't happen as Amelia snapped a
small padlock on the ring.

    -œThat's called a cock-cage, - Amelia explained.   -œThat particular
one doesn't look very 'cage like', I know.  We sell other ones made
entirely out of stainless steel.  They are more durable for long term use
but for today I think your small penis completely visible through it really
adds to the effect, don't you? -

   I reached down and touched the plastic.  It was very rigid.  In the tip,
there was a small slit...  for peeing through, maybe?  That thought made me
shutter.  How long would I be expected to wear it?

   I gave the ring a little tug; it was perfectly fitted to the diameter of
my crotch.  And at that moment, I remembered the caliper.  Amelia must have
guessed my line of thought.

    -œYep, they have to be snug to stay on so they are made in a bunch of
sizes.  Alright, let's give this thing a try. -

   She cupped my balls and started playing with them.   -œJess, - she said
over my shoulder,  -œlube up the plug in my bag and stick it in him. -

   Jess did as she was told.  I tried to turn my head to look at the plug
she was going for.

    -œUh, uh, - Amelia said, turning my head back to face her.   -œEyes
over here. -

   The 'here' that she was pointing to was her chest.  I hadn't really
appreciated it before as the Spooner's team shirt she wore didn't
accentuate it, but she had a nice rack on her small frame.

   My cheeks were spread and I winced as the  -" quite large  -" butt-plug
was shoved up into me.

   The combination of the plug plus Amelia playing with my balls plus
staring at her (clothed) tits was making me aroused.  Or, at least, it
would have.

   My cock rose a bit until it reached the end of the cage.  At that point,
my cock was stopped short and I groaned loudly at the pain of my rod
straining to grow inside the plastic prison.

   Amelia released me and a reached down to pull off the cage.  But to no
avail.  It was locked on firmly.

    -œJust relax, - Amelia soothed.   -œSit down, relax, and think un-sexy
thoughts.  You'll stop pushing blood down there and it will get better. -

   'How the fuck would you know?' ran through my head, but I was smart
enough not to say it aloud.  I did sit down on the floor as she said.

   The uncomfortable pressure against my member was hard to ignore, but I
did my best to think of....  nothing.  I closed my eyes.  I imagined
sitting on the edge of a cliff.  The cliff overlooked the water, far below.
The waves crashed against the rocks.  The day was warm and sunny, the sun
high up in the sky.  I could hear birds...  seagulls.  There they were
flying over  -œSee?  There you go.  That's how you do it! - Amelia said. I
opened my eyes to look at her before looking down.  My cock had, indeed,
shrunk.  Not fully, but enough that it no longer strained against the end
of the cage.

    -œSo....  obviously, self-control will be important if you want to
avoid that pain again, - she said.

    -œIs this really necessary? - I asked, my tone whiny.

   Jess answered.

    -œYes.  We had already discussed it and I agreed.  What better way to
make Brent feel more masculine than to stand next to a naked guy stuck
wearing a device that forces him to keep his dick small.  And visibly small
to anyone who cares to look. -

    -œWhile sporting a plug lodged in his ass, - Amelia added.

    -œYeah, this IS pretty emasculating, - I grumbled, trying not to look
at Amelia's chest or anything else that might make me aroused.

   Amelia slapped my ass cheek playfully.   -œSuck it up, Tiny! -

   That was uncalled for, I thought.

    -œOh, you can't see it but the plug is pink, too, - Jess commented.

   Of course, it was.

    -œOne last accessory, - Jess said.  She left and retrieved the pink
collar Emma had put on me at the store reveal; Emma had been  -œnice -
enough to let her keep it.

   She clipped it around my neck, took a step back, and looked me over head
to toe.

    -œPerfect, - she declared.

    -œK!  Time for us to get changed, too, - Amelia said.

   Chapter 106



   'Changed' meant  -œget naked. - Both of them stripped bare and brought
their clothes to our bedroom.

   Amelia was fit and cute.  Her rack was even nicer uncovered (tits always
are) with firm, pointy nipples.  I noticed that she wasn't shaved; her bush
was trimmed but full.

    -œNo butt-plugs for you, two? - I said dryly.

    -œNo, - Amelia replied.   -œWe have to keep all of our holes
available. -

   Each girl's  -œoutfit - consisted of a single large bow on her back
above her ass.  It had two thin lengths of ribbon that wrapped around the
waist and tied in the front.  Jess' was pink, Amelia's purple.

   Each girl also had a matching choker  -œnecklace - made of similar
material.

   Amelia had one additional accessory.  She took a small bottle opener
from her bag; attached to it was a foot-long silver chain with a ring on
the end.

   Amelia placed the ring over her right nipple and adjusted a small
thumbscrew which tightened it in place.  I saw her wince as she let go of
the bottle opener which, in turn, yanked on her nipple.  It swung back and
forth a few times before coming to a stop against her stomach.

    -œClassy, - I said, admiring the bottle opener dangling from the bare
breast.  And I shouldn't have because I realized, a moment too late, that I
was getting aroused again as my rod tried to harden inside the cage.

    -œUnnnnhhh..... - I groaned again.

    -œServes you right, - Amelia said, smirking.

   The girls continued setting things up while I waited for my erection to
subside again.  It did, just in time for the party to start.

   We had already planned and discussed the night's activities though it
was understood that some things would have to be played by ear.  Amelia
gave me a  -œtool kit - of sorts with the items I would need which she had
thoughtfully compiled.  She then instructed me to light the Sterno fuels on
the chaffing dishes and pour ice into the cooler of beer.  Even though the
party was in our apartment, the cooler was a necessary element for later
than night.



   Jess' phone ring and she answered it.

    -œHello?  Ok, we will be right out, - she said before hanging up.

   Jess had arranged for a limo to pick the guys up at their homes and
bring them to our place.  The limo driver had been instructed to call ahead
when he got to the apartment building.

    -œThe guys are here, - Jess said to Amelia and me.   -œLet's go meet
them. -

   Jess opened the door, still completely naked.  Amelia followed without a
care in the world.

    -œGuys!  We can't go outside like this! - I protested, gesturing to my
nudity.  Strictly speaking, I was very-slightly less nude than the girls
were thanks to my cock cage, but it seemed like a technicality.

    -œDon't be a wuss.  It'll only be a minute, - Jess said.  She turned
away and walked out the door before I can argue more.  Amelia was right
behind her.

   I gulped.  It was early summer and early afternoon; it was full daylight
outside.  What the hell were they getting me into?

   - - -



   The guys had exited the limo and were walking to the front entrance of
the apartment building when the girls and I got there.

    -œHoly shit! - shouted one of the guys.

    -œHey, guys, - Amelia said to them, striking a pose against the door
frame.   -œI hope you gents came to party! -

    -œFuck yeah! - said another guy.

   Amelia stepped up to the  -œFuck Yeah - guy and pressed her tits
against his chest while reaching around to grab his ass.  The bottle opener
bobbed against her abdomen.

    -œThat's what I was hoping to hear, - she said to him.

   The group consisted of Brent who you already know, of course.  Next to
him was best-man Andre.  He was a fit, good looking twenty-something with
dirty blond hair.

   Next was Brent's cousin Kenny.  Kenny was early thirties, heavy set at
somewhere around 210 or 215 pounds with messy brown hair.

   And lastly was another friend from the fire station, a guy in his late
forties named Paul.  Paul was short, standing only 5' 5' or so, but with
muscles that would rival a pro-wrestler's.  He wore a loose fitting short
sleeve button-down shirt, but it did nothing to hide the bulges of his
biceps sticking out.

   Passerbys had begun to stare at our impromptu strip-show.  Fortunately
for me, the naked girls were attracting all the attention.  And quite a lot
of attention.

   'Fuck Yeah' guy was Andre.  Amelia pulled away from him and turned to
Paul.  They were roughly the same height and were eye to eye.  Amelia took
one of his hands and placed it against her bush.  Paul was surprised by the
action and just held it there.  Satisfied that his hand wasn't going
anywhere, Amelia released it and put her hands on his arms, kneading the
muscles.

    -œDamn, man, these are solid! - she commented.  Paul merely blinked.

    -œOh, uh, thank you, - he answered eventually.  Amelia's hands worked
their way to his chest and she was not disappointed to find that he was
just as well built there as well.  Paul could feel her wetness on his hand
and let one digit slide in between her lips.

    -œK, guys, - Jess said, interrupting any attempt to finger Amelia on
the sidewalk.  She'd taken note of the growing audience.   -œOur assistant,
Aaron, plus my friend Amelia here will lead you up to the apartment.  I
have one thing to take care of, - Jess said.  I heaved a sigh of relief at
being able to head back inside.  The guys seemed to notice me for the first
time.

    -œWhat the fuck is that in his ass? - one of the guys asked as we went
back through the door.

   - - -

   The limo driver had already returned to the car before the girls had
gotten outside and hadn't noticed them.  Jess went to the front passenger
side window and bent over.  The driver, a black man in his late sixties,
had been flipping through an issue of  -œField and Stream - when he caught
the movement out of the corner of his eye and turned toward her.  His eyes
went wide as he saw Jess' exposed breasts hanging down in front of her and
he just sat there in shock.  Jess made a gesture of rolling down the
window. The driver mouthed  -œOh, shit! - before hitting the button to
lower it.

    -œYes, Ma'am? - he said as calmly as he could.  He'd been a driver for
over a decade since retiring as a machinist and had seen lots of debauchery
in the back of the limo, but he'd never had a girl completely nude in broad
daylight at his window.

    -œHi, I'm sorry, your name is? - Jess asked politely.

    -œMy name? - the man repeated, still confused.   -œOh!  Philip.  Phil,
Ma'am. -

    -œPhil, please to meet you, I'm Jess, - Jess said.  She leaned her
body in through the window, letting her tits dangle above his front
passenger seat as she reached over to shake his hand.  Her bare ass was
pointed up toward the sky.

    -œPhil, my guests here are going to be inside for a while enjoying a
nice meal, - Jess began.

    -œYes, Ma'am, I have the itinerary.  I'll be waiting patiently; there's
no rush whatsoever, - Phil said, trying hard not to stare at his clients
rack.  Jess shook her head.

    -œNo, Phil, you misunderstand.  I'd like you to come inside as well and
make a plate.  Maybe enjoy the show, - Jess said.  Phil's jaw dropped for
a second before he recovered.

    -œUh, Ma'am, I- - Phil started to say before Jess cut him off.

    -œPlease, Phil, I'm standing here completely naked.  Ma'am seems a bit
formal to me, don't you think?  Please, call me Jess. -

    -œI, uh, Ma'am, uh, Jess, - Phil stammered.  He stopped talking and
swallowed; pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts before responding.

    -œJess Ma'am, - - he had mentally decided that  -œJess - &  -œMa'am
- combined was suitably formal and informal at the same time -  -œDriver
protocol says I'm not supposed to party with the clients. -

    -œPhil- I can call you Phil, right? - - Phil nodded to her -  -œGreat.
Phil, I, as the paying client, am requesting your presence inside at my
party.  You are supposed to make the client happy, right? -

   Now, strictly speaking, Emma was footing the bill, not Jess.  But Phil
had no way of knowing that.  And probably wouldn't have argued the
technicality anyway.

    -œWell, yes, Jess Ma'am, but- -

    -œGreat!  Then it's settled.  Please exit the car and secure it however
you are required  -" I don't want you to get into any trouble, of course 
-" and then follow me inside, - Jess said, smacking her hand on his
dashboard for emphasis.

   Chapter 107

   I led us all back to the apartment, with the guys behind me and Amelia
taking up the rear (so to speak.)

   Inside, Brent took the opportunity to introduce Amelia and me to the
guys.  Amelia proceeded to greet the guys by pushing her naked body against
them as they all gathered around her.  Except for Brent who slid away to
whisper to me.

    -œHey, dude, how come, well, you're dressed like that? - he said.  I
whispered back to him.

    -œIt was Jess and Amelia's idea.  The theory was that my being like
this was guaranteed to ensure that you would not be the most uncomfortable
male here, - I said.  I shrugged.

    -œShit.  Sorry about that, man, - he said.  And he did seem genuinely
sorry.

   I shrugged again.   -œHey, you know how this works.  No worries. - I
clapped him on the shoulder.

   The movement caught Kenny's attention.

    -œSo, - he said to Amelia,  -œwhat's that guy's story? -

   Amelia withdrew from the throng of horny males surrounding her.

    -œThis is Aaron.  He's Jess' husband, - she explained.  Jess came
through the doorway at that moment followed by limo driver Phil.  She waved
to the guys with a smile at the mention of her name.

    -œAaron is our assistant today, - Amelia said, continuing.   -œYou've
probably noticed a few of the items on him so we might as well satisfy your
curiosity about those. -

   Amelia took me by the shoulders and spun me around.  She then pushed on
the top of my back to place me in a bent-at-the-waist position.

    -œThis here, - - I felt her tap the plug with her finger and it made
me jump a tiny bit -  -œis a butt-plug.  It's about, oh, this big. - She
made a circle with her fingers that I couldn't see.

    -œWow! - Kenny exclaimed.   -œAnd he managed to fit that in his ass?
-

    -œNo, - Amelia corrected.   -œHis wife fit that into his ass.  With an
appropriate amount of lube, of course. -

    -œThis isn't Aaron's first rodeo, - Jess added 'helpfully.'

   Amelia pushed on my chest to stand me back up and around.

    -œThis here, - - Amelia placed a finger on the base of the clear
device locked onto my member -  -œis a cock-cage.  It prevents Aaron from
getting aroused.  And if he DOES try to get aroused, it's, well,
'unpleasant' for him. -

   Like SHE would know, I thought.

    -œDamn, - Kenny said.   -œThat's messed up. -

    -œWould you like to see that happen? - Amelia said cheerily.

   'What the fuck?' was all that ran through my head.

   None of the guys answered one way or the other; they just looked at each
other in confusion.  Amelia took that for approval.

   Turning to me, she pressed her naked body against my chest and reached
between us to cup my balls.  She rolled them around her hand as her perky
nipples scraped across my skin.  She smiled up at me as she ran her tongue
slowly across her lips.

   Try as I did to ignore her teasing, the inevitable happened and blood
flowed south to my crotch.  I felt the tingling there as my member grew
until it contacted the hard plastic.  My face contorted as the painful
pressure hit again.

   I pulled away from Amelia and pulled futility at the device but to no
avail.  I groaned loudly in frustration while the other guys looked on in
silence.

    -œAlright, stud, - Amelia said, slapping me on the ass cheek,  -œgo
sit and rest while the girls explain things. -

   I hobbled off to the side and dropped to the floor, my back to the wall.
I was wincing badly as my cock strained against the plastic torture device.

    -œAnd the rest of you, - Amelia said, turning back to the other guys
and wagging a finger at them,  -œshould remember what you just saw lest you
ever think of pissing off your significant other. - No one said anything
but I saw one guy swallow hard and another hold a hand against his crotch,
imagining the pain.

    -œAlright, - Jess said, coming along side Amelia,  -œI assume you guys
have all been to bachelor parties before and are familiar with strippers.
And I assume you are familiar with the stripper rules of 'absolutely no
touching.' -

   All of the guys, including Brent, nodded.

    -œWell, - Amelia said, picking up the thread.   -œForget all that
shit! This party is 100% hands on and nothing is off limits!  Our holes are
your holes and we are eager to serve! -

   Jess and Amelia high fived.   -œWoo! - Jess cried out.

   Kenny raised his hand meekly.  Amelia blinked in surprise.

    -œYes, Kenny? - she said, eyebrow raised.

    -œUh, I'm married, - - he pointed to his raised hand, specifically to
the wedding ring there -  -œand I don't think my wife would approve of,
well, you know. -

    -œNo worries, Kenny, - Jess said.   -œYou, none of you, need to do
anything that you are uncomfortable with.  We are all here to have fun, not
break up any marriages.  I assume you are allowed to look? -

   Kenny nodded.   -œYes, my wife knew there would probably be strippers.
She said it was ok. - I'm sure that Kenny's wife didn't expect for two hot
women to offer to let Kenny violate them in every way imaginable at the
party.

   Andre snickered at how clearly pussy whipped Kenny was.  Jess spoke up
before he could say anything about it.

    -œGreat, - she said.  She turned to the others.   -œAnyone else have
any marital restrictions we should know about? -

    -œSingle and ready to party, baby! - Andre said, fist waving in the
air.

    -œDivorced, - was all Paul had to say on the matter.

   Andre nudged Brent.

    -œHey, will Emma be ok with this? - he said to him.

    -œUm, - Brent started to say but Jess answered for him.   -œAmelia and
I ran everything by her and she suggested even more to make it a night to
remember. - That was a lie, but only a small one.  Emma was well aware
that the girls were going to be giving up their bodies to the guys and was
fine with it, but she'd left the details to Jess and Amelia.  She didn't
want to  -œmicro-manage - as she had put it and trusted them to  -œfuck
the hell out of those guys. -

    -œFuck, Brent! - Andre said, clapping him on the shoulder.   -œThat
girl is a KEEPER! -

    -œYes.  Yes, she is, - Brent said, embarrassed.

   Jess turned to Phil.  She noted he was wearing a wedding ring.

    -œI assume you are married too, Phil? - Jess asked him.  Phil was
startled by the question.

    -œHuh? - He followed her gaze down to his hand and ring.   -œOh, uh,
I'm widowed, Jess-Ma'am.  Five years now. -

    -œOh, Phil, I'm sorry, - Jess said.  The smile on her face disappeared
at once.  Phil waved her off.

    -œNo problem, Ma'am, - he said.

   Turning back to the guys, Jess said.

    -œSo, who would like a drink? - Jess said.

   The guys all looked at one another.  Andre shrugged on behalf everyone.

    -œSure.  Whatcha got? - he said.

   Jess opened the cooler and gave the list of choices to the guys who each
made their selection.  Jess pulled them out and handed them to Amelia.

   Amelia was momentarily shocked by the feeling of the icy bottles against
her bare flesh but she did her best not to show it.

   She walked up to Andre first.

    -œSir, - she said to him,  -œmy hands are a bit full.  Would you mind
opening the bottle with the opener? -

   'The opener', of course, was the one dangling from her nipple.  Andre
took the opener and popped the cap off the bottle with a smile.  He made
sure to tug on the opener just enough to pull both the chain, and Amelia's
nipple, taut.

   The process was repeated for the rest of the guys though no one else had
the balls to yank on Amelia's tit.

   Jess turned to Phil.

    -œPhil?  Would you like a drink? -

    -œOh, just water, please, Jess-Ma'am.  I can't drink while on duty, of
course, - he said.

    -œVery responsible of you, Phil, - Jess said, retrieving a bottle from
the cooler and handing it to him.

    -œAlright, boys, - Jess said, clapping her hands together,  -œMake
some plates and fill those tummies. -

   Chapter 108

   The guys all got in line at the buffet and filled plates with the
variety of party foods.

    -œEat up boys, it's going to be a busy night! - Amelia said cheerily.

    -œYou, too, Phil, - Jess said to the driver.  He nodded and got in
line after the men.

    -œYou can all take a seat with your plates while Jess and I provide
dinner entertainment, - Amelia said.

   That comment got the line moving right along as the guys hurried back to
their seats and dug into their plates.  I stood off to the side trying to
ignore everything.  My penis stayed embarrassingly, yet comfortably small
as a result.

   Amelia and Jess removed the ribbons from their torsos and necks, tossing
them aside.  Amelia undid the clamp holding the bottle opener to her boob
and took it off, dropping it on to the top of the cooler.  She was afraid
that the opener would potentially cause bodily injury to herself or others.


   Andre and Paul sat on one side of the sectional together, Kenny and
Andre on the opposite side.  There was plenty of room for Phil to squeeze
in on either side but he opted to take a seat on the floor across the room,
plate in his lap.

   Once everyone was seated again, the girls moved to  -œcenter stage - -
i.e., the center of our living room.  The girls hadn't rehearsed anything
nor planned anything at all, but they suspected that no matter what they
did, the guys wouldn't complain.

   Amelia and Jess turned to each other.  Amelia leaned in to whisper in
Jess' ear.

    -œLet's make this good! -

   Amelia pulled Jess close, tightly against her body; she wrapped her arms
around Jess' waist.  Jess put her own arms around the back of Amelia's
neck.

   Amelia's breasts squished against Jess' as they embraced.  Jess was
slightly taller and leaned over just enough to kiss Amelia softly on the
lips while she used one hand to cup the back of Amelia's head.

   One of Amelia's hands, in turn, slipped from Jess' waist to her ass
cheek.  Amelia squeezed a full handful of white naked girl ass as they
locked lips.  The guys ate their food and watched in rapt silence.

   Amelia pulled away first.  She let her tongue trace down along Jess'
neck to her chest until she found a nipple.  She released Jess' ass to cup
her boob as she took Jess' nipple in between her teeth.  She held it just
tight enough to pull it out and away, making sure that the guys all had a
clear view.  Her teeth separated and Jess' boob snapped back, jiggling
slightly in the process.

   Smiling up at Jess, Amelia stuck out her tongue and let the tip of it
circle around the nipple which Jess felt hardening under the attention. 
Amelia noticed, too, and used her fingers to tweak the stiff nub.  She
rolled it between her fingertips back and forth until it was rock hard. 
Jess' other, neglected, nipple was still soft so Amelia then turned her
attention to that one next.

   She sucked on the nipple between her lips for half a minute before
pulling away to examine it.  Satisfied, she pulled on both nipples while
looking Jess in the eye.  Jess moaned in response (though I suspect just as
much for show as anything.)

   Amelia released Jess' tits and let her tongue continue its journey down
the center of Jess' chest starting between her breasts and stopping to
linger at her belly button.  Amelia stuck her tongue into the belly button,
teasing it while reaching around to knead both of Jess' ass cheeks.

   Finally, Amelia licked down to the top of Jess' slit.  She released
Jess' ass and spread her labia apart with her thumbs, exposing the pink
treasure inside.

   Amelia buried her face in Jess' pussy and sucked on her clit.  That
brought a more sincere moan of pleasure from Jess who placed her hands on
the back of Amelia's head, pulling it tight into her snatch.

   Amelia leaned back and her tongue teased Jess' clit some more; looking
up, Amelia saw Jess with her head tilted back as she enjoyed the attention.

   Amelia moved her tongue down from Jess' clit and stuck it as far into
slit as anatomy would allow.  Before she could do much more, though, Jess
released the back of Amelia's head and pushed her away by her shoulders.

   Amelia looked up questioningly as Jess looked down at her.  Jess took a
step back and sat down on the floor in front of where Amelia was squatting.


   Jess laid down flat on her back and slapped at the tops of her thighs.

   Amelia took the hint and straddled Jess' legs, their naked pussies
brushing against each other.  Jess felt Amelia's pubes tickle her own
mound; it wasn't something she'd felt for a long time what with
clean-shaven crotch policy she typically favored.  She decided that she
liked it for a change of pace.

   Amelia leaned forward and supported herself with her hands on either
side of Jess' head as she bent over to kiss Jess again.  Amelia's hair hung
down over both of them and she used one hand to brush it aside so that the
guys could see everything taking place.

   After some time, she broke the embrace and turned around until her ass
was pointed at Jess' face.  She wiggled backward until her pussy was
directly over Jess' mouth and her own face was lined up with Jess' crotch.
Due to the height difference, she had to arch her back a bit more, but
nothing she couldn't handle.

   She leaned with her forearms on the top of Jess' thighs as she used her
fingers to pull Jess' pussy lips apart again.  At the same time, she felt
Jess do the same to her from behind and underneath her.

   Amelia gave Jess' clit several quick licks before burying her tongue
into Jess' slit.  Jess moaned into Amelia's pussy.

   The guys fidgeted around as they watched the two hot girls eat each
other out in front of them.  Even Brent, who was no stranger to this kind
of activity, was entranced.

   Try as I did to ignore them, my own gaze drifted over to the girls. 
Both of them were licking, sucking, and teasing for all their worth both in
an effort to put on a good show and to see who could get the other off
first.

   Both girls held out for quite a while but Amelia came first at around
the fifteen-minute mark.  Amelia's back arched and her legs squeezed the
sides of Jess' face as she cried out in pleasure.  I cried out in agony a
moment later as my member pressed against the cock cage again.  No one paid
any attention to me, anyway.

   Jess flicked away at Amelia's clit as Amelia's body rocked on top of her
with each wave of pleasure; her scream was like a banshee's.

   Amelia's hands clenched around Jess' ankles as Jess flicked away at her
privates; Jess' hands were kneading Amelia's ass cheeks at the same time.

   Eventually, Amelia quieted down and Jess felt Amelia go limp on top of
her stomach, torso, and thighs.  Jess quit molesting Amelia long enough for
her to recover while she continued to moan.

   Finished, Amelia pushed herself back up and glanced over her shoulder at
Jess.

    -œGuess it's your turn now, - she said with a smirk.

    -œ'Bout time!  Let's go, slacker! - Jess teased.

   Amelia said nothing but returned her attention to Jess' pussy.  A moment
later, Amelia's nose and mouth were driven deep between Jess' labia.  I
wondered idly if she could breathe and imagined my own face buried in that
warm, wet- then I thought better of it and turned my attention elsewhere.

   Amelia was not to be outdone.  She curled three fingers together before
sliding them into Jess' pussy.  She sawed them in and out while lapping at
Jess' clit with her tongue.

   Jess' panted heavily and squeezed Amelia's ass cheeks hard as she
enjoyed the sensations.  After several minutes, Amelia pulled her mouth
away (but continued fingering Jess) and turned to me.

    -œAaron, come finger your wife's asshole, - Amelia ordered.

   Jess was in a daze as I knelt down in between her thighs.  She was
already spread pretty far, but I stretched her legs even further until she
was nearly doing a split; That was necessary in order to expose her asshole
while she was lying on her back.  Good thing she's limber.

   Amelia resumed fucking Jess with her digits while brushing her tongue
over and over on Jess' clit.  I stuck one finger in my mouth to wet it,
reconsidered, then stuck in three digits just like Amelia was using.  What
the hell, right?

   I used my dry hand to spread Jess' ass cheeks fully and her rosebud
strobed in front of me.  It was being alternately exposed and blocked by
Amelia's head as it bobbed back and forth over Jess' pussy.

   I felt under Jess and placed my middle finger at her back door.  With
one push, my finger slid into her ass until it bottomed out on my knuckles.


   I sawed a couple of times in and out while Amelia continued to lick her.
Without warning, I lined up a second finger along side the first and worked
that into her butt as well.  I was rewarded with a louder moan from
underneath Amelia.

   A couple more minutes of double-digit fucking and the third, and final,
finger joined its friends in my wife's ass.  Jess' ass squeezed tight for
the first time at the invasion but it was too late for her to stop them.

   I twisted my fingers around, back and forth inside her, and Jess'
moaning became deafening.  Unable to resist any further, she climaxed in
front of the group.  I'd like to think that my fingers in her butt were the
reason, but I know Amelia working on her clit was probably more likely. 
We'll just go with 'team effort.'

   Her whole body tensed as the pleasure washed over her; she tried to pull
her sensitive pussy away from Amelia's mouth but was unsuccessful since
Amelia was lying right on top of her.  She tried futilely to close her legs
but my body inbetween them stopped that too.

    -œOh, FUCK, you guys! - Jess screamed.  She pounded one fist on the
floor as the next wave hit.

    -œEeeeee, fuck, oohhhh, - she moaned.

   Finally, Amelia let her clit, which felt like it was on fire from the
tingling, have a break.  She pushed up to a squatting position over Jess
crotch as Jess finished climaxing beneath her.

   I took that as my cue to withdraw my hand from her butt.  Jess was
gasping for breath with both hands stretched above her head.  Amelia rolled
off of Jess' stomach and turned around to face her.  I sat back on my heels
and watched the two girls.

   Amelia lay down on the side of Jess and moved Jess' hair out of her
face; Jess' eyes had been closed up to that point, but that made her open
them and turn to Amelia in surprise.  The surprise turned to happiness as
she smiled at her.  Amelia leaned in and kissed Jess on the lips, a kiss
that Jess returned passionately.

   The spell was broken by the sound of applause which startled everyone.
The applause came from Andre who was grinning ear-to-ear.

   The rest of the guys felt obligated to join in a moment later.  Amelia
stood up, all smiles, and extended a hand to Jess to help her up as well.

   Amelia turned to the group and took a bow.  Jess followed her lead a
beat behind.  Paul put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.  Amelia took
Jess' hand in her own and they took a second bow in synchrony before
raising their hands in the air in triumph.

   Chapter 109

   Kenny grabbed his crotch to shift the uncomfortable bulge that had
formed there.  All of the guys were in a similar predicament and it did not
escape Amelia's notice.

    -œDon't worry, boys, we will address your situation in a moment, - she
said.  Then she turned to me.   -œAaron, go clean yourself up, then get
your cleaning supplies ready. - I departed to wash the hand that had been
in my wife's ass a few minutes before.

   Amelia walked over to Andre and Jess over to Paul.  Both girls knelt
down on the floor in between their legs.  The guys spread their legs wide
to give the girls space.

   Amelia reached up without a word and unbuttoned Andre's pants; Jess did
the same.  As Amelia put her hands in Andre's waistband, Andre took the cue
and raised his hips up off the couch so that she could pull them out and
down to his ankles.  That left both guys seated with their underwear
exposed.  Twin sets of underwear were tented in the front but I could see
that Paul was hiding a telephone pole as opposed to Andre's pencil (a
Dixon-Ticonderoga #2, I think.) Neither girl gave any show of noticing the
difference themselves.

   In unison, Jess and Amelia grabbed the waistband of their underwear and
pulled them down, exposing their crotches to the others.  My suspicion
about what was being hidden was spot-on.  Paul was hung like a horse. 
Andre's wasn't really pencil size; he was smaller than me but still not
well below average.  It just seemed that way with Paul right next to him.

   Jess' eyes widened in surprise as the monstrous shaft sprung out towards
her face like a snake from a can.  She knew not to show fear, though (they
can smell fear, I'd heard.)

   Brent and Kenny watched on with fascination from either side of the
other two guys.  Phil was still quiet over by himself.

   Andre's cock disappeared between Amelia's lips.  Jess' tried to take
Paul's cock into her mouth but couldn't even manage half (maybe a third?)
of his length before reaching the point of gagging.  I saw Andre glance
over and frown for just a moment before turning his attention back to the
girl who was blowing him.

   Jess wrapped her left fist around the remainder of Paul's meat; the
amount that she couldn't shoe-horn into her mouth, that is.  She pumped
away and pulled her mouth off to run her lips up and down on upper half of
his shaft.

   Andre did not hold out very long and climaxed first.  I watched his face
contorted, eyes closed, and teeth were bared.  He put his hands on the back
of Amelia head and I saw him try to pull her head in closer.  It didn't
help any as his cock has already fully into Amelia's mouth with her lips
contacting his pubic mound.

   Amelia, for her part, swallowed all of his cum in routine manner before
Andre slumped back against the couch, fully spent.  Amelia pulled off his
meat and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

   Jess sucked and pumped for several more minutes before Paul climaxed. 
In the complete opposite of Andre, Paul very little expression at all.  I
only knew he'd cum by the way Jess' head jerked back and the fact that I
could see her throat as she swallowed.  And swallowed.  And swallowed.  The
fucking guy must have dumped a gallon of cum into my wife's stomach.

   And in the end, Jess pulled off, unable to take any more.  I think that
was a first for her.

   Paul was right at the end of his orgasm so only two more small squirts
came out which dribbled down his mile-long rod and onto Jess' hand.

    -œDamn, when was the last time you've cum? - Jess exclaimed.

    -œIt's been a while, - Paul said flatly and without elaboration.  
-œThat was very good, - he added, equally flatly.

   Amelia turned to me as Jess sucked the cum off of the side of her hand.

    -œAaron, please hand each guy a wet wipe to clean up the remainder of
the mess. -

   I was grateful that she didn't ask me to actually clean their cocks
myself, but that was undoubtedly because the guys would freak out if she
suggested it.

   I pulled a couple of wipes from a package and handed them to each guy.
Paul took one and rubbed it up and down his shaft which was still at 80%
rigidity.  Andre wiped his around his crotch which was mostly soft and
shrunken at that point.

   Jess leaned over and whispered into Paul's ear.  Paul's eyes widened,
glanced at me, then glanced back to her.  He smiled and nodded.  Jess would
tell me later that she had invited him back for a future  -œplay-date - so
she could have another round with that:  -œmagnificent specimen - were her
exact words.  Size doesn't matter, right ladies?  Pfft.  So typical.

   Andre looked around for a basket or something to throw his cum soiled
wipe in.  There wasn't anything.  But not to worry.

    -œAaron, - Amelia said, seeing his predicament.   -œCan you please
take their tissues? -

   Andre looked like Amelia had slapped him but he turned toward me without
a word, arm outstretched.  Kind of like you would if you were handing
someone a cum soaked tissue.

   I took it carefully, trying my best to fold it to minimize the touching
and mostly failing.  Paul's I just reached over and grabbed.  I ran them
both to the kitchen trash barrel and washed my hand.

   When I returned, Paul and Andre were still naked from the waist down but
the girls had turned their attention to Brent (who Amelia had selected) and
Kenny (chosen by Jess.)

   Jess was just kneeling on the floor in front of Kenny and looking up at
him.

    -œNo touching, I promise.  That means that you'll have to, uh, take
matters into your own hands.  But I'll do my best to give you something to
look at.  Lose your drawers, - she said.

   Kenny nodded silently and quickly shuffled around as he pulled his pants
and underwear to the floor.  His dick was average and unremarkable.  In his
excitement, he whipped his leg to one side, throwing his pants half-way
across the room.

   He dropped back down to the couch and scooted around to make himself
comfortable.  How many naked guy asses were going to be on my couch that
night?  How would I clean it?  Does bleach damage leather?  Probably.

   Over on the other side of the couch, Amelia had gotten Brent naked from
the waist down also and his member had already disappeared between her
lips. Kenny curled his fingers around his own cock and started pumping
furiously.

    -œPace yourself, big boy, - Jess said.  Kenny swallowed, nodded, and
dropped his speed down to a quarter of what it was.

   Brent's meat was sliding in and out of Amelia's mouth while she ran her
hands along his bare legs.  She brushed her nipples across the top of his
thighs as she sucked him off.

   Jess dropped back on to her heels in front of Kenny and spread her legs
as wide as she could.  She put one finger seductively into the corner of
her mouth and used another finger to part her pussy lips in front of him.
She teased her own clit for just a moment before pushing two fingers into
her slit, working them in and out.

    -œMmmm, oohhhh, oooo... - Jess moaned as she frigged herself.  She
confessed later that it was entirely for show.  No one seemed to notice. 
Or care.

   Kenny, for his part, pumped his shaft while never taking his eyes off
Jess.  He heard the cry from his side as Brent exploded into Amelia's mouth
but didn't acknowledge it.

   Amelia hadn't heard a change in his breathing or any other sign of his
impending orgasm; as such, she was surprised by it and she choked as the
first blast struck the back of her throat.  She coughed on his cum and
pulled away; ever the professional, she grabbed his member and began
stroking him as she coughed.  His next three blasts hit her shoulder
(twice) and her chest before running empty.

   The choking sounds had broken Jess' concentration as well as Kenny's and
both briefly stopped to see if she was ok.  Amelia realized that all eyes
were on her; she gave them a thumbs up which was followed by another cough
and a bubble of Brent's semen from one nostril.  Amelia waved me over and
gestured to her body for me to clean her up.

   I did so, using the wipes to clean the cum from her shoulder, chest, and
nose.  Brent had only landed on the top of her chest but I took the
opportunity to rub the wipe all over her tit, including wiping all around
the nipple that wasn't even in the same zip code as where she'd been
soiled. It was firmer than I'd guessed and even through the wipe, I could
feel all the tiny little bumps in it.

    -œK, I think I'm clean, - Amelia said eventually, eyes narrowed. 
Apparently, she'd recovered from her coughing fit.  Oh well.

    -œBack to work, you two, - she said, gesturing to Kenny and Jess.

   Jess went back to fingering herself and Kenny went back to pumping. 
Both of them had no problem getting worked back up.

   In a couple of minutes, Jess' body was writhing on the floor as she
frigged herself in front of the boys.  She used her other hand to pull on a
nipple, twisting and tugging on it.  Kenny's rod was leaking pre-cum all
over his hand as he pounded away.

   He'd forgotten about pacing himself and within another minute, Kenny
grunted and closed his eyes as he went over the edge.  His seed shot out
and struck Jess on the cheek.  She winced reflexively but held her
position. The second shot splashed across her left eye.  The third and
fourth shots landed on her tits and stomach respectively.

   Kenny's eyes were closed the whole time and he was totally unaware of
what he'd done.  His last squirt dribbled over onto his hand which is what
finally made him open his eyes and look around.

   For a brief moment, he frowned in disgust at the cum on the edge of his
hand before he looked up.  His expression changed to one of horror as he
saw the splattered mess all over Jess' body.  Jess was quite amused and
just smiled back at him.  Her one eye was closed tightly shut as his jizz
trickled down from it onto her cheek.  All the color drained from his face.

    -œOh, oh God, I'm so sorry, God- - he stammered.  He leaned forward
and reached toward her  -" then stopped, arms out-stretched.  He had no
idea what he was going to do about it.  Fortunately, he didn't have to do
anything.

   Amelia reached over and pushed his arm back down to his side.  His other
arm followed of its own accord.

   She slid her naked ass across the couch and over onto his lap.  Her
cheeks brushed against the tip of his sticky cock; that was the most action
that he would get that night.

   Amelia squatted on the floor in front of Jess who hadn't moved an inch.
Amelia glanced over her shoulder at Kenny and smirked before turning back
to Jess.  She used her fingers to move a lock of hair away from Jess' face
where it had gotten stuck to the cum on her cheek.  Then Amelia extended
her tongue out and lapped up the cum coating Jess' eye.

   Her tongue still out, she turned to Kenny to show him his blob of jizz
covering her tongue before sucking it in and swallowing visibly.  Kenny
swallowed visibly as well in response.

   She turned back to Jess and used her hand to wipe Jess' eye clean enough
for her to open it.

    -œThank you, - Jess said with a smile.

    -œAny time, girl, - Amelia responded.

   Amelia proceeded to clean the rest of Kenny's seed off of Jess' body
with her mouth; first the shot on Jess' cheek, then the squirts coating
Jess' tits.  I don't think it was strictly necessary for Amelia to tug at
Jess' nipple with her teeth but she did it nonetheless.

   In the process of licking across Jess' stomach, Amelia got some of
Kenny's cum smeared on her own cheek.  She pulled away and turned back to
Kenny once more.  Staring into his eyes, she used a finger to grab the cum
squirt from her cheek and plopped it into her mouth, sucking on her finger.

   She stood back up and turned to me.

    -œAaron, please finish cleaning Jess off.  I won't make you use your
tongue, - she added with a smirk.  Thank God for that.  Did she even know
that the other girls had made me do that before?  I couldn't recall.  I
pulled out some more wipes and bent over Jess' kneeling body.

   Chapter 110

   Clean again (relatively speaking), Jess turned toward Phil.  Phil looked
panic stricken as Jess gazed down at him;  -œDeer in the headlights - was
the phrase that ran through my mind.

   Jess sat down, cross legged, on the side of him, her back to the wall
just as he was.  Gently took his plate from his lap, she set it off to the
side.

   She went to unbutton his pants but he put his hands on hers to stop her.

    -œJess-Ma'am, I don't think it would be right, - he said.  His tone
was not upset, but sad.

    -œI'd like to do this for you, Phil, - Jess said calmly.  She didn't
fight him but didn't pull her hands away either.

    -œMa'am, it feels wrong for you to, to....  put your mouth.... - Phil
trailed off, unable to finish.

    -œAlright, I'll tell you what.  No mouth.  But I can see that you must
be very uncomfortable down there.  So just let me help you out.  Sound
fair? - Jess said.

    -œMa'am.... - Phil said, but Jess could tell he was wavering.

    -œIt would mean a lot to me, Phil.  That big, bad man over there- - -
she gestured to me, the big bad man wearing a cock-cage and butt plug - 
-œsaid he'll punish me if I don't make sure everyone is pleasured tonight.
You wouldn't want that, would you, Phil? -

   There was no way Phil could possibly be buying that bullshit.  But it
was enough to make him look horror-stricken.

    -œNo!  No, Ma'am!  Of course, not! - Phil exclaimed.

   Jess clapped her hands together.   -œGreat! -

   Jess, I noted, got a lot of mileage out of that scam.  Guess it was good
she always kept it in her toolbox.

   Jess resumed undoing his pants.  She didn't try and pull them down, just
let them fall to the sides.  Fortunately, he was wearing boxers and Jess
was able to work her hand through the opening to pull out his cock.

   The stereotype of African-American penis size proved true; he was a
smidge smaller than Paul but still much larger than any of the rest of us.
Jess worked it out until it was standing straight up like a flag pole from
his crotch.

   She curled her fingers around it and pumped slowly, her hand pulling the
skin up and around his cockhead with each tug.  A bead of pre-cum was
already present at the tip.

   Amelia went over and dropped down on Phil's other side, making him the
meat in the nude-girl sandwich.  Amelia scooched over until her body was
pressed against his.

   Phil's eyes glanced down at Jess' tits before he quickly averted them.
His face was beet red.  Perhaps looking at her chest was inappropriate
while she played with his dick Who knows.

   Amelia cupped his chin with her hand and forcefully turned his head so
he was facing her.  Jess' continued to pump his cock.

    -œLook at my chest, Phil, - Amelia said.  Phil blinked before allowing
his eyes to focus on her boobs.

    -œHow do you like my breasts, Phil? - she prompted.

    -œThey're, they're nice, Miss, - he said softly.

    -œJust nice?  That's all? - Amelia said.  She made a pouty face.

    -œUh, incredible.  They're incredible, Miss, - he corrected.  That
made Amelia smile again.

    -œThank you, Phil, - she said.  Jess sped up her pounding on his meat.

    -œNow, I want you to look at my tits and pussy while my friend jerks
you off.  Can you do that for me, Phil? - Amelia asked.  Phil nodded.

    -œYes, Miss, - he replied.

   Jess squeezed her fist at the top of each stroke, pressing on the rim of
Phil's cockhead.  Phil was a good boy and did stare attentively at Amelia's
private parts while he was masturbated by my wife.  He started breathing
heavy so Jess added a rotation of her fist as she pumped away.

   That was enough to push Phil over the top and his cum shot skyward.  It
was an impressive blast for a man his age, I thought.  But then, I wasn't
actually sure if age affected ejaculation distance.  Or when the poor guy
might have last climaxed, for that matter.

   Amelia, with amazing cat-like reflexes, stuck a hand out and caught his
blast before it hit the floor.  She only managed the first two, though,
before the third fell short and landed on his pants legs.  Jess continued
pumping as his rod covered her hand in semen, a puddle of it forming on her
thumb and forefinger.

   Once he'd finished spasming, she released her grip on his manhood and
pulled away, his cum sticking and trailing off like a spider web before
breaking.

   I swooped in with my wipes for both girls.  I was hoping that my
eagerness to serve would get me some brownie points.  It didn't.

   The girls took the wipes without a word.  Jess used one wipe to clean up
the cum shot from Phil's limo-driver slacks; she wondered if it would leave
a stain mark.  She made a mental note to insist on paying for them.  ***

   Jess took one more wipe and gently massaged Phil's cock until all of the
remaining jizz finished oozing out and he finished softening up.  She
didn't really care if the other guys went home sticky in the drawers
(that's the price you pay for a free Blow-job these days) but she didn't
want poor Phil to have a wet mess in his pants.

    -œOk, boys, - Jess said.   -œMake yourselves decent and let's head out
to the car for the next stage of fun for the night. -

   Phil was the first to stand and make himself presentable, tucking his
shirt back in and zipping up his pants.

    -œPhil, - Jess said,  -œAaron will carry the cooler out to the limo.
Could you carry that duffle bag behind it for him? -

   Phil nodded emphatically.

    -œAaron, please wait by the car until everyone else is boarded, - Jess
said with a mischievous smirk.  I grumbled loudly which earned me a scowl
from Jess.

   Chapter 111

   Phil went out the front door and crossed straight to the car; me, not so
much.  Still naked- no, really, worse than naked - I peered around the
corner of the doorway and out onto the street.

   About the only thing to be thankful for was that Phil had parked the
limo right at the curb across from the doorway, so at least I didn't have
to walk across the street bare-assed.  And I had the cooler in front of my
caged cock.  It didn't do much to hide the plug in my ass, though.

   Phil unlocked the trunk without a comment or glance at my nakedness. 
Perhaps this sort of thing happened all the time to limo drivers?

   I bent over and slid the cooler into the trunk.  I closed the trunk and
stood on the curb side of the car, my hands over my crotch and the
cock-cage.  It didn't do much to protect my modesty.

    -œHere, - Phil said handing me his driver's hat.  I was confused for
just a moment; why would I want to wear his hat?  Oh, right, duh.

   I gratefully took the hat and placed it over my crotch.  It didn't
improve things much, but it was still better than my hands.

    -œThe hat's not going to get you in trouble with the girls, will it? -
Phil asked.

    -œProbably, - I said with a small shrug.  I figured the punishment
from Jess and Amelia couldn't be much worse than jail-time after my
indecent exposure charge.  Would they at least let me get dressed before
throwing me in the slammer?

   A woman in her twenties walked down the street.  A girl of perhaps five
or six walked along side her.  She saw my not-well-hidden nudity and
quickly slapped her hand over the eyes of the girl.

    -œFucking pervert! - she hissed as she walked by.

    -œMom!  Mom!  That man- - the girl started to say before  -œMom -
shushed her and hurried her off.

   I smiled and nodded politely as she walked on by.



   My next visitor was from our own building.  Mary, our neighbor from down
the hall, came out the building front door.

    -œHey, Aaron, - she said with a smirk.  She eyed me up and down.

    -œHey, Mary.  Nice day, eh? - I said, trying (and failing) to act
casual.

    -œIt's getting better, - she said.   -œSo, whatcha doin'? -

   I shrugged.   -œNothing much, just waiting for Jess and some friends to
come out. - Totally casual.

    -œThat so?  And you're waiting outside, in public, in the nude? - she
asked lightly.

    -œUh, - I said, trying quickly to think of a response.   -œI'm not
nude.  I have this hat. - Totally smooth.

   Striking like a cobra, she swiped out and grabbed the hat from my hands,
whipping it away and stepping back from me.  I took half a step forward to
grab it then stopped; moving any further would have exposed my ass which
was at least mostly hidden by the side of the limo.  I moved my hands down
to cover my crotch.

    -œMary!  Please!  Give it back! - I hissed, craning my neck around to
see if anyone was watching.  At that moment, no one was.  Except Phil who
was ignoring everything like a true professional.

   Mary twirled the hat on her finger as she looked down at what it had
been hiding.  My hands were over my crotch for the most part but the cock
cage was impossible to hide fully.

    -œWhat the hell is that?! - she exclaimed, pointing at it.

    -œUm, it's, uh, a cock-cage, - I said as softly as I could.  Phil
coughed at that but said nothing.  He wasn't getting paid enough to
intervene on this kind of crazy ass, freaky, white-people shit.

    -œWhat's it for? - she asked, frowning.

    -œIt keeps me from getting aroused, - I answered.

    -œFuck, for real?  Let me see it, - she said.

    -œI can't.  Please, just give the hat back, - I pleaded.

    -œMaybe I will, maybe I won't.  Let me see it first. - She crossed her
arms over her chest while she waited.

   I looked around again; fortunately, there was still no one in sight just
then.  I moved my hands to either side, exposing the clear plastic device
to Mary.  She put the hat behind her back as she bent in to get a better
look.

   My small, shrunken cock was plainly visible through the plastic.  Mary
was examining it like a bug she'd never seen before.

    -œYou put that on yourself? - she asked.

    -œNo...  my wife and, um a friend of hers did. - Was Amelia her
'friend'?  I wasn't sure but that seemed a simpler answer than  -œthe chick
that manages the Spooner's at the mall. -

    -œWhat happens if you get aroused? - she asked.  Her tone had gone
from serious to fascinated.

    -œUm, it hurts a lot, - I responded.

   She reached out and used one finger to lift the plastic tube up.  She
moved it left and right as she studied the specimen locked inside it.  I
could feel her breath on my scrotum.

   She let the tube drop as her finger left; I winced a bit at the feeling
as the device tugged on my balls.

   Her hand turned over and her finger nails raked across my sack.  I
shivered involuntarily and tried to pull away but my ass was still pressed
against the limo.

    -œMary, please, I need to cover myself, - I whispered.

    -œI agree, - she said.  She stood up and pulled up close, pressing her
body against mine.  She wedged the hand not holding the hat against my
crotch in-between us.  She leaned in close to whisper back in my ear.

    -œTry and get hard for me then I'll give you the hat back. -

   My heart sank.

    -œPlease don't make me, - I whined.

    -œQuicker you do it, quicker it's over, - she said evenly.

   I saw movement over her shoulder.  The girls and guys were waiting in
the hallway.  Jess had seen what was happening and stopped them from going
out.  They were watching the exchange intently.  That meant I had no hope
of being saved and was on my own.  I sighed.

   I'd stayed pretty flaccid up to that point owing to the stress of being
naked on the street.  That fact wasn't changing anytime soon, either.

   I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  I recalled fucking Jess in the
ass in front of Emma and Brent.  Nice.  The feeling of Emma's pussy
gripping my manhood as I was tied to a chair.  Also nice.  The glimpses I
had caught of Amelia's nose buried in my wife's snatch.  Very nice.  I
recalled  -" well, nothing further as I was hit with the pain in my groin.

    -œUuunngh, - I groaned.  I opened my eyes as I doubled over, tugging
at the evil contraption.

    -œAwww, there, there, - Mary said.  She put an arm around my shoulder
and another hand rubbed my stomach.  I'm not sure how she thought rubbing
my stomach would help, but I can't say it hurt either.

    -œPoor baby, - she cooed in mommy-tone.  She bent over to look at my
crotch.  She was quiet as she stared, fascinated, by my pink meat squished
viciously inside the plastic tube.

    -œYou did a good job, sweetie, I'm very proud of you, - she said.  She
kissed me on the forehead as she coddled me.

   Jess and Amelia took that moment to come out from the doorway with the
guys.

    -œHey, Mary, how's things? - Jess asked in her friendly neighbor tone.

    -œI'm great though your husband appears to be having a bad day, - she
said, eyeing my cock again.

   Jess followed her gaze.

    -œYeah, well, you know how men to be if you don't keep their naughty
little peckers under lock and key, - Jess mused.  Mary burst out laughing.

    -œTruer words have never been spoken!  Do you mind if I stop by
sometime?  I think we really should get to know each other better.  As
neighbors, I mean. -

   Jess smiled.   -œAbsolutely, girlfriend.  Any time! -

   Mary patted me on the ass and handed me the hat back.

    -œSee ya around, sweetie, - she said as she headed into the building.

   Chapter 112

   The guys all climbed into the limo followed by the two naked girls.  I
did my best to ignore Amelia's ass and pussy peeking between her thighs as
she bent over at the waist to enter.  I mostly failed but I was in pain
already, anyway.  I hurried in behind Amelia, and Phil closed the door
behind me.

   I dropped into the seat closest to the door.  At that moment, I was made
acutely aware of my nudity as I sat in close proximity to all the
fully-clothed guys near me.  Maybe it was because I was mostly ignored back
in the apartment but here, now, it was impossible to not see the naked dude
with the cock cage.  I covered my crotch with my hands.

    -œSo, where are we headed? - Andre asked.

    -œThe beach, - Jess replied.

    -œNice, - Kenny said.

   Jess was seated in between Brent and Paul.  Amelia in between Andre and
Kenny.  I was seated against the door on Kenny's other side.

   Jess took Brent's hand and pressed it against her tit.  She took Paul's
hand and wedged it between her hot labia.

    -œDon't be shy, boys.  Get touchy feely, - Amelia said.  Not to be
outdone, she knelt on the seat and stuck her ass in Andre's face.  She
nuzzled Kenny's neck and nibbled his ear; she did her best to keep his
contact PG rated.

   Andre buried his nose in her ass crack and squeezed her globes.  Kenny
kept his hands wedged firmly under his butt to avoid temptation.

   Brent was initially hesitant, but I watched as he cupped and squeezed
Jess' boob, allowing his thumb to tease her nipple.  Jess was more
distracted by Paul who had slipped two fingers into her pussy and was
sliding them in and out.

    -œKiss it. - That was Amelia, looking over her shoulder at Andre, his
face still in her ass.  Andre was momentarily surprised but puckered his
lips and placed a long kiss on her cheek.  He put an arm around her waist
and ran his fingers through her pubes.

    -œMmmmm... - Amelia moaned loudly as Andre's teeth bit into her cheek.
Amelia spun around on the seat and straddled Andre's lap.  At the same
time, she turned to Kenny and nuzzled his neck, sucking on it but being
sure not to leave any tell-tale hickey.

   Andre took one of Amelia's nipples in his mouth and sucked on it. 
Amelia was grinding her pelvis against his while she stroked Kenny's head.
I watched as Kenny pulled a hand from under his butt just long enough to
adjust the uncomfortable looking bulge in his pants.

   There was a collective groan as Phil announced that the limo had reached
its destination.

   Chapter 113

   We arrived at the beach right around dusk.  Phil parked the limo along a
stretch of trees; the beach was only a short walk through them.

    -œJess-Ma'am, - Phil said to her as she hopped out of the limo.   -œI
hope you understand that I can't accompany you folks on to the beach. 
Going inside your house is one thing but leaving my car to party on the
beach with a bunch of kids half my age would be very bad for me should my
company find out. -

    -œI wish you could come with us, Phil, but I totally understand and
would never want you to do anything that would get you in trouble.  We're
cool, - Jess said.  She bumped her fist twice on her left tit and flashed
Phil a peace sign..

   Phil thanked her and helped me unload the trunk.

   - - -

   The guys were nice enough to help me lug the cooler and duffel bag
through the trees to the beach.  The brush wasn't thick but I got scraped
on both arms and legs as we passed through.  I avoided getting a branch
jammed directly into my pee hole as it bounced harmlessly off of the cock
cage.  I guess I should thank Amelia for putting the cock cage on me.  But
I wouldn't.

   Jess led the group to an area about two hundred feet from the water. 
There was a ring of beach rocks that made up a crude fire-pit.  There was a
stack of lumber on the side of it.

   The lumber wasn't luck; Jess and I had staked out the site the day
before and planted it there, knowing that we wouldn't be able to load the
cooler and a huge stack of wood into the limo.  There was a chance that
someone else would have found it before us, but it was still there when we
arrived.



   The guys watched as the girls ran around on the beach, laughing,
jumping, and rolling in the sand.  I, meanwhile, got the roaring fire built
with the help of years of boy scout training and a bottle of lighter fluid
in the duffel bag.  Admittedly, it was mostly the lighter fluid.



   The warmth of the fire made me realize how cold it was being naked next
to the water.  Even in the summer, the ocean breeze was enough to raise
goosebumps.  The cool air had the bonus effect of preventing erections as
well.  Thank Heaven for small favors and all that.

   I turned as I heard one of the girls cry out.  Jess had tackled Amelia
into a sand dune.  So far as I know, there was no real reason for the
attack other than to flaunt their nude bodies in front of the guys.  And
the guys were watching intently, so I guess it was working.

   Amelia's body was covered, front and back, in damp, sticky sand.

    -œGeez, look what you did? - Amelia said in mock anger.

    -œHuh, yep, so I did, - Jess said, hands on her hips as she looked
over Amelia's form.

    -œWelp, - Jess continued,  -œGuess we need to hit the water to clean
off. -

   She turned to the guys.

    -œIt's getting pretty dark, I hope you guys aren't going to let us go
over there alone. - She slapped Amelia on the ass and went running.  The
guys just stood unmoving, watching the girls' asses jiggle as they took off
for the water.

    -œI think you guys are expected to get naked and follow them, - I
prodded helpfully.  You'd think that the novelty of the nude girls would
have worn off by then.  Geez, was I getting that numb to it?  Maybe Jess
and I would have to be wild and abstain from sex for a week or something.
Or not.

   Anyway, the guys did strip and all their clothes were dumped into piles
on the ground around their feet.  Andre finished stripping first and took
off for the water, followed by the others only steps behind.  I stayed
behind and straightened up their clothes, folding them and placing them in
nice, neat piles on a nearby rock wall.  I didn't need to strip to go in
the water but I also didn't need any extra excitement, so I decided to stay
behind.

   It was pretty dark by that point so I couldn't really see much beyond
shadows in the shape of naked bodies, but Jess was nice enough to fill me
in later.

   All four guys went splashing into the cold water; it was still early in
summer so the water temperature was not icy, but hardly bath water.  Brent
and Kenny both gravitated toward Jess, Andre and Paul to Amelia.

   Kenny had his no touching policy so he just watched as Jess bounced
around in the water.  Brent had no restrictions; Emma, in fact, would have
insisted had she known.  And yet, despite all the extra curricular
activities that Brent and Jess had engaged in together, he was still
uncomfortable with taking the initiative on anything like that.  Good thing
he usually had Emma to take the lead.

   Andre and Paul had no such issues.  Both guys were helping Amelia
'clean' off by rubbing their hands all over her torso sticking above the
water.

   Andre massaged both of Amelia's tits; Paul ran one hand down her back to
the top of her ass.  He traced along her ass crack, below the water, with
an index finger.  He pressed hard enough to split her cheeks apart and she
pushed her ass back against his digit.  Andre had a thumb on each of her
nipples while Paul pushed against her sphincter.

   Jess was splashing water over her chest while her two guys looked on. 
Since no one was touching her, she  -œwashed - her own tits.  Still
nothing from either guy.

   Frustrated by the lack of attention, Jess grabbed Brent's hand and
placed it on her left breast.

    -œGeez, help a girl out here! - she exclaimed.

    -œOh!  Sorry! - Brent said.  He pulled his hand off her chest and ran
it along her back.  He made no effort to feel her up or anything; on the
contrary, he seemed genuinely concerned with her  -œcleanliness. - Jess
sighed but Amelia spoke before she could say anything.

    -œWhat do you boys say we take our fun back to the beach? -

   Brent was relieved that he was off the hook.  Or so he thought.

   Chapter 114

   Back on dry land, the group found that I had laid out four towels on the
sand over near the fire pit.  I was aware of the schedule of events and was
doing my assigned tasks.

   Jess and Amelia both dropped down onto towels.  Andre and Paul sat down
on either side of Amelia; Jess had to pull the other two boys down next to
her by their hands.

   All of the guys had shrunken as a result of the cold water (no sympathy
here), so Amelia wrapped her hands around the guys' cocks and started
pumping.  Andre had shrunken to the point where his member was completely
hidden inside her grip; Paul's members, on the other hand, was still four
inches completely flaccid.

   Jess placed her hand on Brent's chest and gently, but firmly, pushed him
down onto his back.  She leaned over to whisper in his ear.   -œJust go
with the flow and enjoy it.  Don't make me rat you out to Emma for not
playing along! -

   Brent's eyes widened and he nodded.  Kenny was kneeling on the edge of
the towel to Brent's side, knees on the fabric with his feet hanging off
and buried in the beach sand.  Jess pumped Brent's meat as she turned to
Kenny.

    -œYou are going to play with yourself for me.  And when you cum, you
are going to cum on me.  Is that understood? -

    -œYe-yes, got it! - Kenny stammered as he encircled his member.  Jess
smiled and nodded her approval.  She turned away and straddled Brent's lap,
using her hand to push his cock forward between her legs.

   Kenny pounded against his crotch as Jess lined up Brent's member to her
slit.  The head of Brent's cock slipped between her labia as she looked at
Kenny over her shoulder.

    -œPace yourself there, this isn't a race! - she said to him.  Kenny
said nothing but dropped his pumping down to half speed in response.

   Jess lowered herself onto Brent's lap and took him into her, her pussy
swallowing his manhood.

   To the side of her, Amelia was on the towel on all fours.  Paul's cock
(or, at least part of it at any rate) was in her mouth with her ass pointed
at Andre behind her.  He was on his knees, squeezing one of her ass cheeks.
She pulled off of Paul's meat to look over her shoulder at Andre.

    -œK, sweetie, we don't have all night.  If you want to do something
else back there other than kick the tires, get to it, - she said.  To help
things along, she shuffled her legs wider allowing her slit to part just a
bit.

   Andre released her cheek and grabbed his dick, lining it up to Amelia's
tunnel.  He slid hard into her, bottoming out quickly against her ass.  The
force pushed more of Paul's monstrous cock into Amelia's throat causing her
to gag.  She pulled off hurriedly, coughing.

    -œOh, God, I'm so sorry! - Paul said despite having done nothing to
apologize for.  Amelia continued to cough for a few more seconds.  Andre
was still buried inside her, hands on her hips, but he wasn't moving.

   Jess stopped her bouncing on Brent's crotch to look over at Amelia with
concern.

    -œEverything ok, Amy? - Jess asked.

   Had she ever called herself Amy?  I had no idea but it seemed like the
wrong time to question it.  Amelia gave a thumbs up with another cough.

    -œNo- - - a final cough -  -œno worries, girl.  And you, - she said,
turning to Paul,  -œdon't you ever apologize for THAT. - She pointed at
his cock, sticking up and out from his crotch, still pointed at her
menacingly.

    -œLastly, you- - - she looked over her shoulder at Andre -  -œGo a bit
easier when I have a mouth full of giant dick, ok? -

   It was tough to see in the dim light, but Andre blushed furiously.

    -œYes, Miss, - he said rather meekly, especially since his erection
was still lodged in her.

    -œGreat! - Amelia said.   -œK, everyone back to work! -

   And with that, Andre pushed back into Amelia, albeit much more gently
this time, and half of Paul's dick disappeared once again into Amelia's
mouth.

   Brent, Emma would be disappointed to learn later, was the first to cum.
Jess was bobbing up and down, reverse cowgirl, on him when she heard the
grunt from behind and felt his warm seed shoot up inside her.  Jess
squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to milk more of his cum but
Brent didn't really need the help.

   Kenny came a moment later, shooting onto the left side of Jess' face,
half the squirt landing on her cheek, the rest across her lips.

   Jess turned toward him and opened her mouth to catch the next two
squirts before Kenny lost his 'Umph' and dribbled onto his hand.  Jess
swallowed the mouth full of cum, then ran her hand across the cum smeared
on her cheek.  She looked at it for a moment before making a show of
licking Kenny's seed from her palm as she stared him in the eyes.  Kenny
watched in silence as she did.  Brent, meanwhile, was lucky to avoid any of
Kenny's jizz from landing on him, seeing as how he was positioned directly
below the target.

   Jess rolled off of Brent's lap with an audible squish and dropped onto
the towel on her butt.  She looked down at her crotch and saw Brent's cum
leaking out of her.

    -œAaron, - she said, waving me over.   -œI need a clean-up crew. -

    -œYes, Ma'am, - I said as I rooted around in the duffel bag for the
supplies I'd packed.

   Brent and Kenny watched as Jess rolled onto her back and pulled her
knees tight against her stomach, spreading her legs as much as her body
allowed.

   I knelt down in between them with the disposable douche bottle I had in
hand.  I said nothing as I inserted the rounded nozzle of the bottle into
my wife's messy pussy in front of the other two guys.  Andre, Paul, and
Amelia were a bit too preoccupied to watch.

   I squeezed the thin plastic bottle and shot the liquid up into Jess.  I
made sure to turn and twist the bottle as I did so to maximize the
cleansing.  I have no idea if that actually helps, but it seemed right.

   I held the empty bottle inside her as I grabbed a baby wipe with my free
hand.  I used the wipe to clean the outside of her vagina before tossing it
aside.  I took a second wipe and leaned over to wipe the remains of Kenny's
cum from her face.  Still holding the bottle in her pussy, I bent over
enough to lean in and kiss her on the lips.

    -œYou are amazing, you know, - I whispered in her ear.

   She smiled and whispered back,  -œYou are, too.  I love you so much,
Aaron. -

   I mouthed,  -œI love you, too. -

   I leaned back and sat on my heels as I pulled the douche bottle out. 
Jess quickly rolled off the towel and up onto her knees.  She spread her
thighs far apart as the cum-vinegar mix poured out of her onto the sand
beneath her.  I used one more wipe to reach from behind and clean her pussy
a final time.

   We all sat down and turned to watch the other star for the night,
Amelia. We took our seats just in time for the  -œmoney shot - as Andre
climaxed inside her.  Unfortunately, I hadn't thought to bring popcorn. 
Ah, well.

   Andre grunted as he pulled in Amelia's hips, apparently in an effort to
get deeper in her.  I saw Paul's face contort and his ass clench as he
approached orgasm himself.  Amelia saw it, too.

    -œUh, uh, not yet! - she said after quickly pulling her mouth off of
him.  She used two fingers to pinch the base of his penis.  HARD.

    -œAhhhh! - Paul cried out.

    -œSorry, honey, but I'm getting a chance to ride that tonight, -
Amelia said.  She didn't really sound that sorry.

   Andre's shrinking cock fell out of Amelia as the last if his seed
trickled out.  Exhausted, he dropped down onto the towel behind Amelia.  A
blob of semen fell out of her.

    -œAaron, - Jess said,  -œI believe your services are needed again. -

   And so, again I retrieved more wipes and another douche bottle from the
bag to clean Amelia out, as I'd had Jess.  That was the last one I'd use
that night though I had two more packed in preparation.  The total of four
had been Jess' suggestion.  I guess she'd planned on an even wilder night
than they were already having.

   Amelia was squatting over the sand, legs spread, as I slipped the douche
nozzle up into her.  For a brief moment, I admired her naked body squatting
in front of me behind I remembered the device locking up my cock.

   I pulled out the bottle and slapped her on the ass cheek as the liquid
poured out of her.

    -œYou're good for round two, - I pronounced.

   She got up and stood in front of Paul who was still kneeling on the
towel, his pole waiting patiently to stick into something.  Or someone.

   That someone leaned over Paul and kissed him on the head as she pulled
his face tight against her chest.  She leaned over and whispered in her
ear.

    -œI'm not going to lie; you scare me just a tiny bit.  Go slow and
easy, ok? -

   Paul looked up and nodded.  Amelia smiled and kissed him on the forehead
a second time.

   She dropped on all fours in front of him, facing Andre who was seated
with his legs pulled to his chest.  Amelia took a deep breath and let it
back out.

   Paul got behind Amelia and lined his member up.  With a slowness that a
snail would have thought excessive, he pushed his rod into her.  Amelia
winced as her womanhood stretched to swallow him.

   I sat down, cross-legged, to the side of Amelia's head.  I brushed her
hair back and lightly stroked the side of her face as Paul pushed in.  I
placed on a kiss on Amelia's forehead and leaned into her ear.

    -œYou got this, girl, - I whispered.  She gave a weak smiled and
nodded.

   I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.  It was Jess dropping down
on her knees on the opposite side of Amelia, near her hip.  Her eyes were
fixated on Paul's member as it disappeared into Amelia.

   Paul never managed to get himself entirely into Amelia.  I could tell by
the wincing on both his face and Amelia's when he bottomed out inside her,
a good inch of meat still visible past Amelia's thighs.  Amelia dug deep
into the sand with her hand but didn't make any sound.

   I reached under Amelia's waist and found her clit with my index finger.
Brushing against it finally got a noise from her which was a delighted
moan.

    -œOoooh, that helps.  Keep going, - she hissed, eyes closed.  And I
did, stroking lightly back and forth against her button while Paul sawed
into her.

   Paul pumped into Amelia at the speed of a glacier for a good five
minutes before I saw his body suddenly tense up and he grabbed her hips.

    -œAAAHH! - Paul shouted.  The scream was loud enough to startle most
everyone.  His hands gripped Amelia's hips and he held her tight.  His face
contorted in horrifying ways as he, presumably, shot inside Amelia.  He was
gritting his teeth and even in the dim light I could see the change in
color in Amelia's skin from where he was gripping her.

   I started flicking her clit in earnest and Amelia was pushed over the
edge, climaxing with Paul's member still buried in her to the hilt.

    -œOh, FUCK! - she shouted.  Her body arched as her orgasm hit and she
rolled forward; Paul's member fell halfway out (which meant that he still
had as much inside her as I ever would.)

    -œAhhhhh! - she cried out as another wave washed over and Paul pulled
his shaft out entirely, dropping onto the towel and falling onto his back
as he panted.

   Amelia rolled onto her side, moaning and idly rubbing the top of her
slit.  And then Jess started clapping.

   A few faces turned to her in surprise before joining in with applause.
Paul raised an arm up from the towel and gave a thumbs up without moving
the rest of his body.

   I decided to do my job and retrieved some drinks from the cooler which I
passed out to the tired, spent group.

   Chapter 115

   I was handing a bottle of water to Amelia who looked at my caged cock
hovering just in front of her face.

    -œHey, guys, - she said to no one in particular.   -œAaron here has
done a great job of tending to our needs tonight.  Anyone think he's earned
some relief? -

   Everyone just looked at each other without saying anything.  Finally, it
was Brent who spoke up.

    -œSure, I think so, - he said.   -œJust as long as I don't have to
help him with it! - he added hastily.

   Jess laughed.   -œNo, I think we can handle that job. -

   My heart lept.  I was finally going to get that damned cage removed.  Or
so I thought.

   Amelia stood up and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me down.

    -œK, lay down on your back on the sand, hands behind your head, - she
said.   -œNow spread your legs apart.  Wider.  There, that's it. -

   Amelia cupped by sack and rolled my balls around in her hand.  Her other
hand grabbed the base of the butt plug and rotated it.  And at that moment,
I realized what was going to happen.

    -œYou haven't removed the cage yet! - I said, alarmed.

    -œOf course not, - Amelia said with a shrug.   -œDo I look like I have
a pocket for the key to be in? -

    -œNevermind!  I'm all set! - I said and tried to sit up, but Amelia
pushed me back down with a hand to my chest.

    -œNo, you aren't.  And DON'T get back up again until I say so. -

   I laid back down and slumped my shoulders into the sand.  Amelia resumed
twisting the butt plug and playing with my balls.

   Before long, I felt myself growing and squeezing against the plastic
housing.  And this time, there was no ignoring what was happening to try
and stop it.  As my member strained against the cage, Amelia pulled the
butt-plug out enough to make it pop free of my sphincter.

    -œUnnnh, ooooo, shiiittt.... - I groaned.  Amelia laid down on the
sand next to me, letting her naked body press against my side.  The hand
that was playing with my balls left and found my now-empty asshole.  Her
finger pushed in easily as my backdoor was still gaping wide open from the
plug which had been jammed in it for hours and she pressed against my
prostate.

    -œOooooh, mmmm.... - I moaned.  The pressure inside the cage was still
there but the feeling of Amelia massaging my insides still felt just as
good as it would have otherwise.

    -œJess, - she said into my ear, without looking up at her.   -œPlay
with your husband's balls for me. -

   Jess reacted immediately, dropping down between my legs.  She took my
package in both hands while Amelia's finger worked in and out of my butt.

   Despite the pain from the cage, the incredible feeling of Amelia's
finger inside me while Jess rolled my balls around was impossible to
ignore. I wouldn't have thought it possible to climax without being able to
get fully erect but  -" spoiler alert  -" it is.  I winced and gritted my
teeth as I went over the edge.  The opening in the end of the cage allowed
all of my jizz to squirt free and it landed on Jess's hands.  As a result
of the cage, there was no NASA-esque rocket blast; my cum merely dribbled
out, but the release still ranked among my most satisfying ever.

   Once the girls had decided I was done dripping, Amelia pulled her hand
from my ass and Jess released my package.  They both went over to the shore
to rinse off in the water while I lay there, panting, the pain in my cock
momentarily forgotten in the euphoria of post-orgasmic bliss.



   Chapter 116

   The girls returned and stood above me as I moaned, eyes closed, lying on
the ground beneath them..

    -œGuess he liked it, - Jess commented, looking down on me with her
hands on her hips.

    -œSeems so, - Amelia agreed.  She bent over and helped me up off the
sand.  She brushed off my back and I returned the favor for her.

    -œK, children, - Jess said.   -œI think it's time to call it a night.
-

   The guys all helped carry the cooler and other gear back to the limo. 
Phil saw the mostly naked and covered in sand group trudge back to his car.
He hopped out, ignoring the sight, and opened the trunk.  Fortunately for
him, the interior of the limo was designed to be cleaned easily.

   Everyone was exhausted so there were no more hi-jinx on the ride home.
The guys all made sure they were fully dressed before exiting the limo as
Phil dropped everyone back off.

   Kenny exited the limo and Jess reached through the window to grab his
sleeve before he could go in.  He turned back to her.

    -œKenny, I hope you had a good time tonight. -

    -œI did! - Kenny assured her.

    -œGood, - Jess said with a smile.   -œNow take one last look at my
body.  Then you are going to go into your house, take off your wife's
clothing, and fuck the hell out of her.  Will you do that, Kenny? -

   Kenny swallowed, then nodded.   -œYes, Ma'am!  I'll do it! -

   Jess released his sleeve and slapped him on the ass.

    -œGreat!  Now go make me proud! - Jess watched as the house door
closed behind him.

    -œThink he'll do it? - I asked her.  Jess considered.

    -œYes, - she said after a moment's reflection.   -œYes, I do. -

   Jess, Amelia, and I were all dropped off at our house.  Amelia and I
went inside but Jess stopped and turned to Phil who was waiting beside the
car politely before leaving.

   She leaned in without a word and pressed her naked body against him.  He
was too startled to react as she grabbed his head and kissed him.  He just
stood for a moment before relaxing and returning the kiss.  His hands
naturally wandered to Jess' ass cheeks before he caught himself and pulled
them back.

    -œOh, Jess-Ma'am, I'm so sorry- - he started to say but Jess put a
finger to his lips to silence him.

    -œGood night, Phil.  Thank you for everything, - she said.  She
turned, let her ass brush his crotch, and went inside.

   - - -

   Amelia was in the middle of removing my cage when Jess came in.  As the
retaining ring came off, I rubbed the area around my crotch where it had
been.

    -œGod, that feels good to have off, - I moaned.

    -œHow was it to have on?  Seriously? - Jess said.  We all sat down on
the couch while I thought about my answer.

    -œSeriously?  I'm not sure, - I replied honestly.   -œDifferent. 
Obviously uncomfortable.  'Painful' might be too strong a word.  It wasn't
like crop-to-the-ass painful.  The humiliation of having to stay soft
inside it was intense. -

    -œWell, you're in luck! - Amelia said.   -œ'Cuz it was fitted to you
and I can't return something to stock that you ejaculated inside of, you
get to keep it.  Hopefully, Jess will find lots of opportunities to lock
you up in it! -

    -œLucky me, - I grumbled in mock displeasure.  I had no doubt that
Jess would use it a lot.

   Chapter 117

   Emma's bachelorette party followed a few weeks later.  Jess and Emma had
planned it together the day after the bachelor party.  Jess had hoped to
arrange it sooner but she wanted it to be after Emma's twenty-first
birthday.

    -œK, so we need to put together a guest list, - Jess said, notepad and
pen resting on her leg.  Emma shrugged.

    -œUm, you?  And I guess Liz? - It was more of a question than a
statement.  Jess scribbled on the pad.

    -œSure.  Anyone else? - Jess asked.

   Emma was quiet for a moment before shrugging.

    -œNot really.  I don't really have a lot of friends... -

   Jess thought for a moment before speaking.

    -œWell, two girls does not a party make.  We should invite Amelia.  She
did bare it all for your husband and his friends, after all. -

    -œOh, God, of course!  How could I forget her? - Emma said.

    -œAnnnndddd... - Jess thought some more.   -œWell, we have to invite
the other Maid of Honor, too. - She jerked her head in my direction.

    -œAbsolutely! - Emma agreed.

   Up to that point, I'd been sitting off to the side, mostly ignoring them
as I idly scrolled through Facebook on my phone.  But the mention of 
-œMaid of Honor - caused me to look up.

    -œHey, - I began.   -œI don't want to intrude on your girls-night-out.
I can sit this one out. -

    -œOh, no.  I don't think so, - Jess said, shaking her head slowly.  
-œI'm going to chat with Amelia, but I suspect that you are going to be one
of the highlights of the evening. -

    -œAwwwww, - I groaned.  Jess ignored me and turned back to Emma.

    -œI have one more person I'd like to invite, if you don't mind, - Jess
said.  Emma shrugged.

    -œNo, go for it.  The more the merrier. -

   - - -

   Amelia was excited about being invited to the party.  She was even more
excited when Jess asked her for help planning it.  She was most excited to
hear that I was to be an unwilling guest.

    -œAaron, go into the other room while we girls discuss things, -
Amelia said, sending me away with a shooing gesture.

   - - -

   As with the bachelor party, things started at our apartment.

   Since we were going out in public, I was allowed to dress in normal 
-œcivilian - clothes.  Those included khakis and a polo shirt.  Under the
khakis, Amelia told me I had to wear pink lace panties.  She had purchased
them at Boulevard just for me.

   I had to strip in front of her to put them on but, by that point, I
didn't have much to hide from her.  I bent over to pull my pants back up
when she stopped me.

    -œWait.  Stand up straight, - she barked.

   Taking a couple of steps toward me, she bent over and inspected the
panties.  She put two fingers in the waist band and tugged on it.  Then she
stuck the same two fingers in the leg hole along the inside of my thigh and
checked that elastic; in doing so, her fingers poked my hairless ball-sack
causing me to jump a bit.

   She stood up and walked behind me to check out the view from the rear. I
felt her grab the fabric and pull it tight into my ass crack.

    -œShould have bought a thong, - she mused.   -œAh, well.  Next time
perhaps. - Her hand ran over the smooth fabric covering my ass cheek
before slapping it.

    -œK, you can get dressed now. -

   - - -



   Jess was dressed in a short black skirt and plunging neckline blouse
exposing lots of her ample cleavage.  Emma, a much more conservative blouse
and navy blue pants.

   Amelia's black tube top showed off plenty of her fit stomach, not that
she had anything that I hadn't already seen.  A pair of skin tight black
jean shorts completed the ensemble.

   There came a knock on the door and Jess asked me to answer it.  The
first of our guests were at the door: Liz.  She was really number four if
you counted Jess, Amelia, and me.

    -œHey guys! - she said walking in.  Then she noticed me at the door.

    -œOh, hey, Aaron.  I didn't expect you here tonight. -

    -œHey, Liz, uh... - was all I got out.

    -œOf course, he was invited, - Emma said, clapping me on the shoulder.
 -œHe's one of my Maids-of-honor! -

    -œDude-of-honor, - I corrected, as if that was somehow less
embarrassing.

    -œSounds good to me! - Liz said with a huge grin.  I started to close
the door when I saw someone else coming down the hall toward our apartment.


   I was surprised to see that our final guest was Officer Sherri.  We
hadn't seen her since Emma's first night in the apartment; since then, no
one else had seen need to call the cops on us.  Certainly not neighbor Mike
next door.  Were we getting two quiet and tame in our old age?  Did I need
to work on making Jess scream more?  Or perhaps she needed to make me
scream more?  That was a thought for another day.

   Sherri was smiling and waved to me as she entered the apartment.

    -œHi, Officer, - I said, greeting her and directing her in.  I closed
the door and turned to Liz.

    -œLiz, this is one of Long Beaches' finest, Officer Sherri- er, - I
fumbled.  She wasn't in her police uniform and wasn't wearing a name tag,
so I couldn't recall her last name.  Luckily, she took over for me.

   She extended a hand to Liz.   -œDallas, Sherri Dallas.  And you can skip
the officer part.  I'm here strictly on personal business tonight.  Not
that work isn't very exciting when I visit here! -

   Emma and Jess laughed; I explained the inside-joke to the other two.

    -œUh, Officer Sherri here has visited our apartment a number of times
while either Jess or me, or BOTH, were in various states of undress.  We
occasionally get neighbors that call the cops on us if we make too much
noise in here. -

    -œUh, - Emma said, raising her hand,  -œI would be one of those
neighbors.  Sorry 'bout that. -

   Jess waved a hand dismissively.   -œWater under the bridge.  Sherri and
I exchange emails sometimes and she was very interested when I mentioned
this bachelorette party, so I thought who better to invite along.  And, she
isn't liable to be surprised by anything that takes place. -

    -œDamn straight.  I know you guys know how to party! - Sherri said.

   Jess left for our bedroom and returned with a pile of white fabric.  
-œK, now that everyone is here, we need to get dressed for the party.  Feel
free to throw these on over your current clothes. -

   She picked up one of the pieces from the top and let it drop open,
revealing it to be a plain, white cotton t-shirt with writing on it.  I
took the one she was holding and spread it open so everyone could read what
was printed on the front.

   >> BRIDE'S MAID <<

   BACHELORETTE PARTY CHECK LIST

   [ ] FLASH SOMEONE

   [ ] CLIMAX OUTSIDE THE APARTMENT

   [ ] GET A STRANGER'S PHONE NUMBER

   [ ] PUT MONEY IN A STRIPPER'S UNDERWEAR

   [ ] KISS A STRANGER

   [ ] GET A STRANGER TO FEEL YOU UP

   [ ] TAKE A NUDE SELFIE WITH A STRANGER

   [ ] GET A STRIPPER TO SIGN YOUR T-SHIRT



   I frowned at the shirt.   -œI don't have to wear this, do I? -

   Jess shook her head.   -œNo, of course not.  You aren't a Bride's Maid.
Here. - She handed me another shirt from the pile.  It was exactly the
same as the first but with  -œMAID OF HONOR - printed at the top.

    -œAwwww, - I whined.   -œYou couldn't at least have one printed with
'Dude of Honor'? -

   Jess shrugged.   -œI *could* have.  I just didn't.  Put it on. - She
then proceeded to pass the shirts around to everyone else.  Next, she took
a bundle of markers from her pocket and passed one out to everyone.  As she
handed one to me, she leaned in to whisper into my ear.

    -œJust so we are on the same page.  I expect that checklist to be
complete by the end of the night.  If not, I have a binder clip with your
name on it. -

   I shuddered.  I didn't know where she would use that binder clip, but
I'm sure it wouldn't be any place pleasant.

   Chapter 118

   Jess took my hand and slid off my wedding ring.   -œNo rings tonight. -

   Even though we were very open sexually, we normally only removed our
rings in a case where we were worried of them being damaged or lost (either
outside somewhere or INSIDE someONE), and my surprise must have been
evident.   -œTwo married people in a strip club are never going to get
their lists completed, - she explained.  Hard to argue with that.

   A knock came at the door.

    -œI'll get it! - Jess announced.  Opening the front door revealed a
young man in his late twenties, dressed in a black suit.  He wore a typical
limo-driver's cap.

    -œHello, Ma'am, - he said with a formal tip of that cap.   -œI'm
Kevin, your driver for the evening. - Jess told me that she'd tried hard
to get Phil again, but he already had a prior engagement and wasn't
available at the last minute.  Oh well.

    -œHi, Kevin; we were just getting ready. -

   And indeed we were.  Kevin got an eyeful as most of the woman were
half-naked in the midst of changing their tops into the t-shirts.  None of
the women were bothered in the slightest by the jaw-drop of the young man
watching them.

   Jess pulled off her own top and revealed that she was the only one of
the group who had decided to forgo a bra; both of her pert tits were
flashed at the driver whose mouth, I wouldn't have believed possible,
opened even further.

   Jess, pleased at his shock, made a very deliberate show of taking
forever to find and put on the t-shirt.  As she put it over her head, it
got  -œstuck - right at her neck.  She flailed around, shaking her tits
wildly trying to get the t-shirt down and  -œfailing. -

    -œAaron, - her voice said from behind the cheap fabric,  -œcan you
help please? -

   Kevin's eyes darted to me for a just a moment.  They looked to me, then
to the words  -œMAID OF HONOR - on the shirt.  He frowned in confusion
before returning his attention to the more attractive sight of Jess' naked
tits.

    -œSure thing, sweetie, - I said.  I pulled the bottom of the t-shirt
down for her and her head popped through the neck opening.

    -œPhew! - she said, a bit too dramatically.   -œThanks! - She turned
to Kevin.   -œYou can close your mouth now, Kev. -

    -œHuh- - Kevin started to respond before realizing that his mouth was,
in fact, gaping like a drooling idiot's.   -œOh, uh, sorry, Miss. - Jess
ignored his reply and turned back to the group.

    -œK, gang, let's hit the road! - - - -

   We all piled into the limo.  It was a relief to get to ride in this one
without being bare-assed naked.  And without wearing a cage on my cock. 
But it was best not to make too much of it, lest anyone get any ideas.

   Jess had brought several bottles of champagne  -" a cheap-ass variety
only one step above gas-station wine despite her carte-blanche spending
limit.  Jess had always been a cheap drinker so if she was buying booze, it
was the cheap stuff.  Anyway, the limo was well stocked with ice and
glasses, so she wasted no time popping the cork and passing drinks around.

    -œAlright, girls, - Jess began.  She didn't bother to add  -œand guy.
-  -œIt's time to start working on our lists! -

   Before anyone could ask what she meant, she was hitting the button to
lower the window blocking Kevin from view.

    -œKevvy, pull over to the curb over there, - Jess said, leaning
forward through the opening and gesturing.  Jess then hit the button to
retract the moon-roof above the group.

   Before anyone could say anything, Jess pulled her top up and off,
exposing her tits.  She stepped up onto the limo seat and shot the top half
of her body out.  Only then did I notice the group of about ten guys, all
late teens to early twenties, congregating on the sidewalk in front of a
club.

    -œHey, boys!! - Jess shouted, waving to them to get their attention.
She ducked her head back down just long enough to yell to the girls.  
-œCome on! -œ

   All the girls stood up through the opening and Liz was the first to pull
her shirt up over her chest, exposing her tits to the boys.

   Emma and Sherri took a little longer as they had to undo or lift up
their bras to expose themselves to the boys.  I was impressed with how fit
Officer Sherri was underneath that police uniform of hers.  Damn.  I'd
always been too preoccupied when she'd  -œvisited - to appreciate it.

   Amelia opted not to lift her shirt.  Instead, she unbuckled her jeans
and slid them down with a shimmy.  Her waist was below the opening of the
roof, so at that moment I was the only one to see that she had nothing else
on underneath the jeans and her bush was visible a foot away from my eyes.
But she wasn't taking it out for me.

   She braced a foot on a headrest and pulled herself up onto the roof,
swinging the lower half of her body up and out.  One of the boys put two
fingers in his lips and let out a piercing whistle as Amelia's pussy shot
into sight.

   Just in case they didn't have a good enough view of it, she plopped her
ass onto the spot behind the sunroof and leaned back, spreading her legs as
far as she could without rolling off the roof.

    -œYeah, ladies! - I heard one of the boys call out.   -œCome on,
girls, let's see some more of those cunts! -

   I think it was the word  -œcunts - that cost them a longer show.

    -œSorry, boys, I think that's enough of a show.  We've got places to
be, - Jess said, pulling her shirt back down.  Liz and Sherri followed
suit and Amelia dropped back into the cabin of the limo.

    -œAwww, come on!  We were just getting started! - I heard another
voice say.

    -œMaybe another time kids, - Emma said, giving her ample bosom a
jiggle for the onlookers before covering back up.  All the girls dropped
back into the limo.

   Jess yelled forward to our driver..   -œK, Kev, on we go!  Woo! -

   Jess took out her marker and made a check on her shirt before proceeding
to mark the other girls'.  Then she turned to me.

    -œWell, no checks for you yet, it seems.  Tsk tsk. - Then she made a
hand gesture that I at first thought was a crab or something; then I
realized she was pantomiming opening and closing a binder clip.

   Chapter 119

   Back on our way, 'Kevvy' took us to our destination,, 'The King's
Court.' It was a place I'd been before, with Jess, many times.  It was the
only strip-club in town.

   Despite our sexual openness, I was always uncomfortable at strip clubs
and Jess knew it.  I'm sure that's why it was always her who insisted on
going there.  I can't say exactly what bothers me about them; be it the
bare vagina being bounced in my face in front of my wife (the King's Court
was full nudity), the fact that other strange guys were learing on, or the
money involved, but invariably I would flush a deep crimson which seemed to
encourage the strippers just as much as Jess.

   Tonight would be uncomfortable for a totally different reason.  Tonight
was 'Ladies' Night.' The town didn't have its own male strip club so the
King's Court devoted one night a week to the gals.  This would be my first
time to that show; odd that it had never occurred to Jess to humiliate me
that way before.  She must be slipping.

   Anyway, we all funneled in, the girls giddy like teenagers, me somewhat
less so.  I had been put in charge of handling the finances for the evening
and paid all of the girls' cover charges.

   I had called ahead and arranged for a reserved table right near the
stage.  When you say  -œmoney's-no-object, - you get whatever you like. 
Praise Capitalism!

   We all took seats around the table as a chisled, oily guy in a red
Speedo and a cowboy hat gyrated on the stage overhead.  His package bulged
out of the front of the Speedo and I was convinced he had to have it padded
with socks or something.  Had to be.

   The girls immediately started cat calling and whistling, dollar bills
waving in the air which attracted the attention of Mr.  Hottie McHotstuff,
or whatever his silly stage name was.  I sat in the seat furthest from the
stage and turned my attention to my phone to look at anything but guy
flesh.

   Mr.  Spraytan eventually showed up at our table with a shirtless
six-pack and cut-off jean shorts to take our drink order; him I couldn't
ignore.  His name tag said he was  -œRodney. -

    -œHello, sir, ladies, what would you all like to drink? - he asked. 
He was pleasant and charming, his voice confident but polite.  And it made
me hate him all the more.  Isn't there some sort of health code against
serving food and drinks shirtless?  If not, there should be.

    -œI'll take a huge helping of this- - Jess said, reaching for
Spraytan's ass cheek.  I grabbed her wrist an inch from it, stopping her.

    -œI'm sure that's frowned on, Honey, - I said with a forceful tone
Jess was unfamiliar with.   -œDo you want to get us kicked out already? 
'Cuz I wouldn't mind. -

   She blinked a couple of times before relaxing her arm.

    -œYou're right, babe.  Thank you, - she said, momentarily brought back
to reality.  She withdrew her arm and I turned to Rodney.

    -œHow 'bout just getting us two bottles of White Zinfandel and some
glasses? - I said.  I have no idea what the other girls drank, but I knew
that would appeal to Jess' cheap taste.

   Rodney nodded.   -œAbsolutely, sir, we'll have them right over. -

   He started to turn away but Emma called to stop him.

    -œRodney, one moment, please! - He stopped in his tracks and turned
back to her.

    -œYes, Miss? -

   Emma gestured to her shirt.   -œYou may have gathered that we are here
for a bachelorette party.  One of the items on our list is to get our
shirt's signed.  Would you do that for me? - She flashed him a huge smirk.
I don't think she needed to try that hard.  Rodney struck me as a guy who
knew how to earn a tip.

    -œAbsolutely, Miss.  Pen? -

   Emma handed it to him and she pulled her shirt taut for him to write on.
The other girls watched as he scrawled his first name in giant letters
across the fabric.

    -œAlso, - Emma continued,  -œany chance I could get your phone number,
too? - She batted her eyes like a school girl.  Rodney gave her a huge
smile.

    -œSure thing, Miss. -

    -œOoo, me too! - Liz said, standing up.  The other girls joined in
after and one-by-one, Rodney patiently autographed all their shirts before
finally turning to me.

    -œSir?  Would you like me to sign your shirt as well? -

    -œUh, no thanks, Rodney.  I'm good, - I said, putting up a hand toward
him.  Rodney nodded and departed for the bar.

    -œThat's two more checks for us, - Jess commented to me.

    -œI'm not sure that counts as two, - I retorted.  Jess frowned.

    -œWhy not? - she demanded.

    -œ'Cuz the phone number he gave all of you was the one for the club. -
I held up the business card for the place, showing her.

    -œDamn it! - Jess exclaimed.

   - - -

   The girls turned back to the stage and the mostly naked guy bent over at
the moment.  I opened my phone and started surfing the internet, ignoring
the dollar bills waving in the air once again.  Amelia had been the first
to stuff a bill into a waistband.  Within minutes though, the other girls
had all managed to check  -œMoney in a stripper's underwear - off their
lists.  I had passed on the opportunity also.

   Eventually, a blonde waitress in a short skirt and T-shirt bearing the
King's Court logo happened by with a tray bearing three bottles and
glasses.

    -œHi, I'm Britney.  Rodney is also a dancer here and his set is up
soon, so he asked me to take over as your waitress.  I hope that's ok. -

   She had a small, but pert rack, and hair that flowed like ocean waves.
To say she was more appealing to me than Rodney would be an understatement.

    -œPerfectly fine, Britney, - I said.

    -œYou don't seem to be enjoying the show, - Britney commented, eyeing
my phone as she set the wine glasses and bottles in the center of the
table.

    -œNot exactly my thing, - I said dryly.

   Britney glanced at the girls, then down to my shirt.   -œYour shirt says
you're a Maid-of-Honor.  You aren't....? -

    -œNo! - I said, probably too abruptly.   -œTotally straight.  Just
here for moral support and such. -

    -œOh, I see.  That's really cool of you, - Britney said with a small
smile.

    -œYeah, well, I'm a great friend.  And I like to say I'm the dude-of-
awww, screw it.  Nevermind.   - I replied with a shrug.  Britney glanced
at my shirt again, then at those of the girls.

    -œIt also seems like you are a behind the others on your checklist, -
she commented with a chuckle.

   I winced as I thought of Jess' threat.   -œYeah, I know.  And that's
going to be a big problem for me later... - I mumbled.

   Britney frowned.   -œHow so? -

   I darted my eyes at Jess who was stuffing a dollar bill into a waistband
and was paying us no attention.  I signaled Britney to lean in.

    -œSee that girl there?  She's my wife.  And she said she was going to
use a binder clip on me if I didn't get my list completed. - I couldn't
believe I had just told that to a stranger.

    -œA binder clip?  On what? - Britney asked, frowning.

   My eyes darted downward.   -œShe didn't say... -

   Britney's eyes followed mine, her frowned deepened, then her expression
turned to one of shock.  Her hands shot to her mouth and her order pad
tumbled to the floor.  I politely bent over to pick it up for her.

    -œOh my God! - she exclaimed.  None of the girls was paying any
attention to our exchange.  I shrugged.

    -œSuch is life... - I mused.  Her expression changed again as she read
the check list on my shirt and I could see her pondering something.

    -œMaybe, but I don't think it'll have to come to that... -

   Chapter 120

   Britney turned to Jess, then glanced back at me.  'Her?' she mouthed.  I
nodded.  Britney tapped Jess on the shoulder.  Jess jumped, momentarily
startled.

    -œYes? -

    -œSorry, Miss, but that gentleman is your husband, he said? - she
asked.  Jess' eyes widened in surprise, probably because it was supposed to
be kept on the down-low, but she nodded.

    -œWould you mind if I took him to one of the lap dance areas? - She
pointed toward a partition off to the side of the room that blocked a
series of chairs with curtains.

   Jess followed her finger, blinked, then turned back to Britney before
shrugging.

    -œFine with me.  Aaron, go with the nice lady and do whatever she says,
- Jess instructed.

    -œYes, Ma- - I stopped myself mid-syllable on  -œMa'am. - I think
Britney might have caught it anyway.  Regardless, she took my hand and
helped me up before leading me toward the side of the room.

   All the booths were empty  -" lap dances weren't forbidden on ladies
night, they just weren't a common occurance so they were virtually never
used on those days.  Until now.

   Britney pushed me, somewhat roughly, down onto a cheap folding chair and
pulled the curtain closed with a whoosh.

   She pulled down on my shirt, straightening it so she could read it,
gnawing on her lower lip as she did so.  Eventually, she nodded her head.

    -œYeah, - she said, mostly to herself.   -œWe can take care of this.
Do you have a pen? -

   I blinked.   -œHuh?  Oh!  Yeah, uh, hold on. -

   I rooted around in my pocket and pulled out the marker.

    -œThat'll do, - she said cheerily.  She glanced once more at the list
before abruptly grabbing the back of my head, pulling me roughly toward
her. A second later, her lips met mine.  I did nothing for several seconds
as I was so startled, but she didn't seem to care.  Just as I recovered
enough to contribute to the lip lock, she pulled away.

   She removed the cap from the marker and made a slash across the box on
my shirt for  -œKiss a stranger. -

    -œK, that's one.  You have a dollar? - she said.  I was having trouble
keeping up but pulled out my wallet and removed a dollar bill which I held
up to her dumbly.

   She rolled her eyes and shook her head.  She plopped down on my lap and
pulled up her skirt, high enough to expose the waistband of the g-string
underneath.

    -œGo ahead, slide it in.  The money, that is, - she added with a
giggle.   -œDon't worry, it counts.  I'm a stripped here on the other
nights. -

   I awkwardly did so, stuffing it in and quickly pulling away.  Britney
lowered her skirt back down and made another check across my shirt.

    -œNow, - she began as she placed her hands on my chest,  -œplease know
that this is not standard for a lap dance.  Don't expect it of any other
strippers unless you are lookong to get kicked out or roughed up by a
bouncer.  Or both.  Understood? -

    -œYes, Ma'am, - I said reflexively.  Her tone was just like Jess'...
Her eye brows raised, but she said nothing.

   She ran her finger tips down my chest, stopping at my waistline.  Then
her hand slid back up and underneath my shirt.  Her soft touch raised
goosebumps on their way up.

   Her fingers stopped at my nipples; her thumb and forefinger lightly
tweaked them and I swallowed hard but didn't move.

   One of her hands stroked along the left side of my torso while her other
hand slipped downward.  And downward.  And downward until it reached my
waistband.  With a firm push, that hand shoved inward, beneath both pants
and underwear until I felt her small fingers tickle my scrotum.

   Our eyes were locked as that hand cupped my balls, rolling them around
before encircling my hard shaft.

   And then, just like that, she pulled her hands back out and picked the
marker up again.  With a quick slash 'Get a Stranger to Feel You Up' was
checked.

    -œK, stand up! - Britney barked as she slid off my lap.

   I did as instructed, standing at attention.  My hands, thanks to my
training, went to the back of my head before I caught myself and dropped
them to my side.

    -œAlright, we should be able to knock out a couple here.  Drop your
pants to the floor.  Underwear, too. -

   I'd been to strip clubs before, as mentioned, and had lap dances, but
obviously none of this was normal.  Heck, I hadn't even gotten a dance. 
Not that I was complaining.

   My eyes darted to the curtain to ensure that it was still closed and
that no one could see inside.  Satisfied, I took a deep breath and stripped
as ordered.  Jess would never have tolerated the delay but Britney was more
easy going.

   I pulled down my pants revealing the pink panties that Amelia had made
me wear.  I'm sure my face was much redder than the panties.

    -œWhat the fuck are those? - Britney exclaimed.

    -œUh, panties, Miss, - I explained stupidly.

    -œI can see that, - she said.   -œWhy are you wearing them?  Is it a
crossdressing thing? -

    -œNo, Miss.  One of the girls that I'm with made me wear them, - I
answered sheepishly.

    -œYou mean your wife? - she asked.

    -œUh, no.  One of the other girls. -

   Her expression changed to one of shock.   -œReally?  Boy, your group
gets more and more interesting.  Well, clock's ticking.  Lose those, too.
-

   My hard cock popped free of the panties as I pulled them down and
stepped out of them.  There was no way to hide the fact that I was
completely shaved below the neck.  Britney noticed.

    -œWow, I love that look.  Does your wife do that? - she asked as she
touched my bald pubic mound without hesitation.   -œOr the other girl,
perhaps? - she added with a grin.

    -œUh, no, I do it myself, - I replied.

    -œ'Cuz you like the feel? - Britney continued.

    -œYes, Miss, and, uh, because my wife makes me, - I said more quietly.
Britney barked a short laugh.

    -œ'Makes you'?  What does that mean? -

   My eyes left Britney's gaze.   -œIt means that I'm punished if I don't
keep myself hairless at all times. - Out of my peripheral vision, I could
see the clear change in Britney's expression at the word 'punished.'

    -œ'Punished'?  Oh, I have to hear more about that later.  For right now
though, we have work to do.  Where is your phone? -

   I blanked out for a second as I tried to remember.  Then I bent over and
dug around in my pants pocket, pulling it out and handing it to her.

   She turned it on (there was no lock screen  -" Jess didn't allow secrecy
like that) and started the camera, putting it into Selfie-mode.

   Pulling up tight along my side, she held the phone out as far as she
could and made a kissy-face to the camera.

    -œSay cheese! - she said.  She snapped the photo without waiting for
'cheese'.

   Because her reach wasn't that long, she had trouble getting everything
in the photo, but she got enough that both of our faces were visible, and
just enough below my waist to show my smooth, bare crotch.  I wasn't
smiling in the photo, but her grin was ear-to-ear.

   She withdrew from me and started punching buttons on the phone before
handing it back to me.  I would only find out later, when checking my
phone, that she'd forwarded the nude photo to herself.

    -œAlright, sit back down, - she directed.  I started to pick my pants
back up but she slapped my hands.

    -œI didn't say you could get dressed! - she shouted.  I pulled my
hands back instantly.  I was getting nervous as her voice seemed
deafeningly loud for the small space.  I'm sure the curtain did nothing to
mute the sound.  Fortunately, the crappy stripper music playing outside was
quite loud also.

   I sat down on the seat and she dropped onto her knees in front of me. 
She rested her arm on my thigh and looked up into my face.

    -œI want to reiterate that you should NOT expect this during your next
lap dance. -

    -œYes, Miss, I understand, - I said, nodding furiously.

   Britney's hand wrapped around my rod which twitched with excitement. 
She gave two quick pumps and paused.

    -œI want to know before you cum, ok? - she said.  I nodded again.  She
nodded back and resumed pumping.

   Her small palm squeezed the rim of my cock on each stroke, sending waves
of electricity through my body, and it wasn't long before I was quivering.

    -œMiss, I'm, I'm, ready to, to cum, - I stammered.  Britney continued
to pump but made no change or sign of having heard me.  Just as my body
tensed, though, she pushed my shaft forward against the bottom of the
t-shirt, causing my seed to exploded all over the check list.  Splashes of
off-white jizz landed all around, covering the lower half of the t-shirt.

   As my squirts turned to a trickle, my cum oozed on Britney's hand.  Once
I finished, she wiped her hand off on my shirt and stood up.

   She put her hands on her hips and looked down at my shirt, panting as I
recovered.

    -œBoy, you're a mess, - she commented.

    -œWell, there's a couple more, - she muttered as she checked off 'Nude
Selfie' and 'Climax.' She put the marker in her mouth and nibbled on it
while staring at the shirt.  Then she shrugged.

    -œWhat the hell, - she said as she scribbled her phone number on the
shirt next the the appropriate line.  She then signed her name across my
shirt, dotting the  -œI - in Britney with a heart at the top.  One last
check.

    -œWell, I think we did pretty good here.  Unfortunately, I can't help
you with the flashing.  You'll have to expose yourself to someone else.  K,
you can get dressed. -

   Chapter 121

   I walked out from behind the curtain, Britney right behind me.  She took
a couple of quick steps forward to get ahead of me and took my hand,
leading me back to the table.  She stopped on the side of Jess who looked
up.

    -œMa'am, I'm bringing your husband back, - Britney said politely. 
Jess glanced at her, then to me, then to my shirt before her eyes widened
in surprise.

    -œWow!  Guess you two were very busy in there! - she said, laughing
hard.  She tugged at my shirt, examining it and the tell-tale wet splotches
on it.

    -œIs that...? - She left the question hanging and Britney answered it.

    -œYes, Ma'am.  It's his cum.  I hope that was alright, - she said.

    -œAbsolutely!  Anytime!  I trust he was a good boy? - she asked.  She
had trouble maintaining her compsure on  -œgood boy. -

    -œYes, Ma'am, very obedient.  I gather it was you that trained him so
well? - Britney asked.

    -œYou betcha.  It's taken a lot of practice, but he's gotten the hang
of it, - Jess said, patting my ass.  Britney noticed the gesture.

    -œYes, actually, he said something about punishment.  Does that
mean...? -

    -œYep, - Jess answered with a nod.   -œSpankings primarily. 
Occasionally other things like nipple clamps, forced nudity, forced
orgasms, enemas.  Also, pegging, though I don't know if that counts as
punishment since he enjoys it so much. -

   I was blushing furiously as Jess dmentioned pegging to this stranger in
public.  Britney frowned.

    -œPegging? - she questioned.  Oh, God.

    -œYes, - Jess replied.   -œPegging is when- actually, Aaron, why don't
you explain to the nice waitress what that means? - If she smiled any
harder, she'd strain a cheek muscle, I thought.  I turned to Britney.

    -œUm, pegging means that I'm, um... - A long pause as I tried to think
of a way to phrase things that didn't include the phrase  -œdildo up my
ass. -

   I continued.  'Um, sodomized, by my wife. - Britney's eyes went huge
and she struggled to not burst out into laughter.

    -œ'Sodomized' you say?  What, what does that mean exactly? - she
asked, stammering from her chuckles.  I sighed.

    -œIt means my wife takes me anally.  Usually with a strap-on dildo or
vibrator.  Sometimes in front of other people. - I figured it was best to
just rip it off like a Band-aid rather than make her ask for more details.
Britney was flabberghasted.

    -œGosh, that must be quite the sight to see! - Britney said.

    -œWould you like to?  You are more than welcome to come over and give
it a try, - Jess said, patting my ass again.  Britney looked excited.

    -œReally?  You mean that? -

    -œAbsolutely, - Jess replied.   -œI'll give you a call and arrange a
play date.  Convienently, I have your phone number right here! - Jess
said, tapping Britney's number on my shirt.  Her palm struck one of the
splotches of cum just below the phone number.  She looked at it, then
looked up at me.

   I froze, holding my breath, hoping to God she didn't ask me to do what I
thought she was thinking.  I could almost hear the gears turning in her
head.

   Finally, she put the palm to her lips and sucked it clean without
comment.

    -œGreat, Ma'am! - Britney said.   -œI'll be waiting for your call!  I
should probably get back to work now, - she said, looking around suddenly.
I guess she'd forgotten about that whole work thing until that moment.  She
expression turned to one of concern.

    -œTell you what, - Jess said, realizing her thoughts.   -œGet us a few
more bottles of champagne and send the manager over.  I'd like to
personally tell him about what an amazing job you've done for us tonight.
-

   Britney visibly relaxed.   -œYes, Ma'am!  Right away! -



   Chapter 122

    -œWhat the fuck?! -

   That exclamation came from Sherri.  It got Emma and Amelia's attention.
Liz was busy sliding a another dollar bill into a speedo and didn't bother
to look.

   Sherri had turned to see what was going on with the waitress and noticed
my cum splattered shirt.

    -œWhat happened to you? - she asked.  Jess answered for me.

    -œNice waitress, Britney, happened to him.  And she got him way ahead
of the rest of us on the contest. -

    -œSo I see... - Sherri said.   -œAnd that is what I think it is? -
She wagged a finger at my shirt.

    -œYou betcha, - Jess responded.   -œYou might want to skip giving him
any hugs! - She nearly fell back in her chair laughing at her own joke. 
It wasn't really that funny.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement.  Turning my head, I saw
Amelia, eyes closed, and her arm shaking in front of her.  Confused, I
watched and followed her arm downward...  to her crotch.  Her hand was down
the front of her pants and rubbing furiously as she masturbated underneath
the table.

   The only other girl who seemed to notice was Liz who was watching just
as intently as I was.  Liz was gnawing on her lip with interest as Amelia's
body rocked back and forth in her seat.  Jess glanced briefly at Amelia
before turning her attention back to the strippers.  Guess Amelia frigging
herself in a club wasn't that interesting.  At least, not to her.

   Over the loud music of the club, I couldn't really hear Amelia moaning,
but I imagined I could as I watched her writhe in the seat.  A small
trickle of droll glistened on her mouth and her rocking grew harder as she
strummed.  Her other hand went to the table top to steady herself, her body
quivering.

   The whole table shook as her body abruptly crashed into it; that was
enough to get the attention of the rest of the group who watched on as she
climaxed in front of us.  The scream that accompanied her orgasm was loud
enough to finally be heard over the din of the club.

    -œWooo!  Go, Amelia! - Liz cheered on.  Amelia, if she heard, didn't
give any indication as she continued to strum her clit; her body rocked the
table three more times before she pulled her hand out, its motion a blur.
She collapsed back against her seat, panting.

   Jess clapped her on the shoulder; Amelia's eyes had still been closed
and the touch is what startled her back to reality.  She jerked upright in
her seat as her eyes sprung open and looked around.

    -œSorry, girlfriend, - Jess said.

   Amelia was panting.   -œNo problem, - she breathed.

    -œI guess Amelia earned herself a check, - Jess commented.  
-œThough...  we should probably make sure. - She turned to me.

    -œAaron, sniff her fingers please. -

    -œYes, Ma'am. - Hardly one of my least pleasant tasks.  Amelia stuck
her hand out and I held it by the wrist.  I leaned over and inhaled deeply.
Her scent was strong and intoxicating.   -œYep, I'm sure, - I commented.

    -œHmmm... - Jess said, finger on her chin.   -œI'm still not
convinced. Taste them, too. -

   Everyone watched as I took Amelia's index and middle fingers into my
mouth.  Yep, I could taste her juices as well.  I continued to suck on them
for a full thirty seconds, both for show and because it was enjoyable. 
Eventually, I released her hand and leaned back.

    -œWell, Aaron?  Did she cum? - Jess asked, grinning ear to ear.

    -œIt tasted like she did, Ma'am.  I'm going to say yes, - I said with
a firm nod.

   Amelia pulled out her marker and handed it to me.  I leaned over and put
a big check on the appropriate box on her chest.

   - - -



   On the far side of the stage there were two guys together.  Both in
their twenties, I'd seen them showing interest in the dancers but without
the over-the-top exctasy of the girls.  The girls had attracted their
attention, as had, perhaps, the sight of me sucking on Amelia's fingers.  I
saw one guy gesture towards us, lean in to whisper to the other, then they
both worked their way around the stage toward us.

    -œHey, ladies, - guy number one said.  Guy number two waved at us from
a step behind him.

    -œI'm Alex, this is Tim, - guy number one said.  'Tim' greeted as as
well and placed a hand on Alex's ass.  There was no mistaking their
relationship.

   Alex continued.   -œYou gals are here for a party, I take it? - he
said, eyeing the t-shirts.

   Amelia answered him.   -œYeppers.  Our friend Emma here is getting
married! - She clapped Emma on the shoulder.

    -œGood for you! - Alex said.   -œSo this is your last hurrah? -

   Jess laughed.   -œNot if I have any say in the matter!  I plan to make
sure their sex life is one adventure after another. -

    -œSpeaking of which, - Amelia said.   -œAnd I'm sure you guys noticed
that we have something of an adventure tonight ourselves. - She gestured
with two fingers to the list on her chest.   -œThink you boys could help us
out with that? -

   Alex turned to Tim who shrugged and nodded.

    -œHow can we help? - Tim asked.

   Amelia stood up; the other girls and I reflexively did the same.  
-œLet's go over to that corner over there in the back, - Amelia said,
pointing.

   Everyone headed over to where she had indicated and Amelia immediately
pulled off her top, exposing her tits.

    -œCome on, everyone, don't be shy! - Amelia said.  She certainly
wasn't shy.  Jess followed next but Sherri, Emma, and Liz were more
hesistant.  Liz and Emma were both pretty wild but stripping down in the
middle of a club (even a  -œstrip club -) was still a bit more than they
were prepared for.

   Amelia handed me her phone.   -œAaron, take our photo with these
strangers. - She pushed against Tim's side and Jess pressed up against
Alex.

    -œTechnically, this isn't a 'selfie', - I mumbled, but she ignored me.


    -œTim, could you cup my boob?  That'll get us a two-for-one, - Amelia
said.

    -œI think I can fondle that.  Oops, I mean handle that! - he said with
a laugh.  Alex and Tim had both checked out the topless girls; they seemed
more interested in Jess' impressive rack which struck me as odd.  Why would
they care?  Each guy helpfully cupped the bottom of one tit on each girl
before turning to me to give huge grins.

   I snapped the photo and gave a thumbs up.  Amelia turned to Tim and
kissed him on the cheek.  Tim seemed surprised but didn't pull away.  He
didn't reciprocate either, though.  Jess did the same to Alex.

   Amelia withdrew and spoke to Tim.   -œSorry, I hope that was ok.  That
gets us three checks! -

   Tim smiled back.   -œNo worries, girl. - He turned to the rest of us.

    -œAnyone else want in?  How 'bout you, stud? - he said to me.

    -œUh, I'm good, thanks. - Tim glanced at my shirt, seeing it mostly
completed.  Then he noticed the tell-tale splotches all over the shirt.  It
took him a beat to comprehend, then he broke out in a giant grin.

    -œYeah.  It sure looks like you're all set! -

   Emma took a deep breath and pulled off her shirt.  Seeing her tits never
got old.  Liz followed right behind.  Emma handed me her phone and they
took up Amelia's and Jess' spots on the side of Tim and Alex.

   I raised the phone to take the photo but Liz stopped me.

    -œWait one second, Aaron. - The guys looked at her questionningly as
she pulled away from Alex.  She unbuttoned her pants and pulled those,
along with her panties, down to the floor.  She then pulled back up against
Alex, her bare pelvis pressed against his leg as she wrapped her leg around
him.  She took his hand and placed it on her ass cheek.

    -œK, we're good now! - she said, all smiles.  I took the photo.

   I don't know if it was the flash from camera or just the naked bodies
that got his attention, but I noticed that the stripper currently on stage
had turned toward our group.  He was trying hard to focus on his gyrating
for the other patrons but we were making it very difficult for him.  A
bouncer noticed, followed his gaze, and saw us.  He started our way.

    -œUh oh, - I said,  -œLooks like funs over.  No checks for Sherri. -

   Liz and Emma redressed quickly as the bouncer reached us.  He was a
giant of a man, mid thirties with arms like tree trunks.

    -œLadies, gentlemen, - he said in a tone so polite it made me blink in
surprise.   -œI can see you are all here for a party, but I think you can
appreciate why we can't allow patrons stripping in the lounge. -

    -œYes, Sir, - Jess said.   -œTotally understand.  We were just getting
ready to leave anyway. - The bouncer nodded and crossed his arms, making
clear that he wasn't walking away.  We hurried along and I flagged down
Britney so we could square up our bill.  I handed her a stack of cash,
being sure to include a very healthy tip.  She'd certainly earned it.

   Britney patted my ass on our way out and grabbed my arm to stop me.  She
leaned in the whisper in my ear.

    -œI like you.  I really hope your wife calls me. -

    -œDon't worry, - I whispered back.   -œI have no doubt at all she
will. -

    -œGood, I'm glad; and I hope you get lucky with at least one of these
horny ladies before the night's through. -

   I smiled back and nodded.   -œI don't doubt that either. - I crossed my
fingers and held them up as I gave her a wink.

   Chapter 123

   Back in the limo, Jess spoke quietly to me.

    -œYou did very good on your list; better than any of the rest of us. 
You didn't quite complete it, BUT I'm willing to let it slide if you are
willing to help out Amelia later back at the apartment. -

   I frowned and considered asking what I would be helping with but figured
it was a waste of breath.  No way she would spoil the fun like that.  And
whatever it was couldn't be much worse than the binder clip.  Could it?

    -œSure thing, - I answered.   -œSounds very fair. - She smiled and
kissed me on the cheek.

   - - -

   We bid Kevin good-night after he dropped us all back off at the
apartment.  Inside, Jess took charge once again.

    -œAlright, - she said to the group.   -œWe've decided to fore-go the
usual party games and, instead, our friend Amelia here has planned a little
product demonstration featuring some items from her store.  Take it away,
Amelia! -

    -œProduct demonstration?  This is a sales pitch? - Sherri asked with a
deep frown.

    -œOh, I have a feeling you'll enjoy this, - Emma said with a smirk. 
Amelia stepped forward to address the group.

    -œOk, gals, for my demonstration I'm going to need a couple of
volunteers.  First, a girl.  Anyone? -

   Liz and Jess both raised their hands.  Emma did not.

    -œGreat! - Amelia said, gesturing to Emma.   -œThanks for
volunteering! Come on over here! - Everyone including Emma chuckled.

    -œK, now I'll need a guy.  Anyone?  Anyone at all? - Amelia scanned
the group, hand over her eyebrows as is trying to see off in the distance.
That got her a hearty laugh from the crowd since the number of available
guys was exactly one and the room we were in was all of two hundred and
fifty square feet.  I gave them a very exaggerated sigh and raised my hand.
In truth, I had trouble containing my excitement as to what she had
planned.

    -œPerfect!  Come on over here, Aaron, and stand next to Emma. -

    -œNow, - Amelia said, turning back to the other three girls.   -œI'm
going to demonstrate some products we offer over at Spooner's and the
proper use of them.  Likewise, I'll demonstrate the proper handling of the
person they are going to get used on. - She slapped me hard on the ass for
clarity.

    -œNow, if everyone will follow me to the kitchen. -

   - - -



   Setup in the kitchen, on top of our kitchen table, was a rig that is
hard to describe in words.  But, I'll do my best since that is kind of my
job here.

   It was made of flat steel, roughly three feet long, and came to two
ninety-degree bends at each end that jutted straight up from the table
about foot and a half or so.  It looked like a giant square  -œU - on our
table.  The two ends each had pieces attached.  One side had a large collar
with buckle, presently hanging open.  On the base of the device, under the
collar, were two wrist straps.

   The other end held a small, adjustable clamp that was attached to a
metal rail, allowing it to slide in and out.  The entire rig itself was
made of two pieces that slid together, allowing the piece to adjust in
overall length.  I stared at the contraption in wonder.

    -œAaron, if you would please strip naked for us and jump up onto the
table.  Come on, don't be shy.  You don't have anything that everyone here
hasn't seen already. -

   I took a deep breath and undressed in front of the gathered girls.  Jess
was kind enough to take my clothes and fold them in a pile for me.  Amelia
was right and everyone had seen me naked more than once, but it was still
embarrassing to have to strip in front of a crowd of fully dressed girls
nonetheless.

   I climbed up onto the table and knelt there, unsure of what was expected
next of me.

    -œK, on all fours in the middle of the rig, - Amelia said.   -œPlace
your neck on that side where the collar is, with your legs on either side
of plate in the back. -

   Once I was in position, Amelia pushed the rig closer together until the
metal clamp was half a foot away from my ass.  Then she pushed my head down
into the collar which she buckled around my neck, cinching it snug.  I knew
what was expected of my hands, so I slipped my wrists into the cuffs which
she also secured.

    -œThis item here is great for keeping a slave exposed and available, as
you'll see in a moment.  First, though, for added suspense, I like to
sensory deprive the slave.  There are a lot of ways to do that, but a
simple sleep mask and noise canceling headphones work just fine. -

   She took a sleep mask from a bag on the floor underneath the table and
wrapped it around my head.  And, just like that, everything went black.

   A minute later, the soft cushions of the headphones enveloped my ears
and everything went silent, too.

   From there on, I had no idea of what was happening around me, but 
-œfortunately - Sherri was nice enough to record everything on her phone
(with Jess' permission, of course) so I got to watch it later with Jess.

   Amelia continued the lecture.

    -œWith the slave like this, he wonders what is coming next.  What might
happen to him?  Who might see him?  Who might TOUCH him?  In Aaron's case,
he already knows everyone present.  But if you restrain a slave like this
prior to a party, then the slave is completely in the dark, literally, as
to who might be taking advantage of them. -

   From the bag under the table, she removed a vibrator nearly twelve
inches long and went to the clamp behind my ass.  Liz gasped at the size of
it.

    -œThe slave could be restrained just as effectively with a simple
spreader bar or leg chains, but this rig restrains them in a unique way
that I love. -

   She placed the vibrator on the platform, pointed toward my asshole, and
secured it in place with the clamp.

    -œI prefer a vibrator or dildo with realistic looking cock-head and
testicles hanging from the bottom, - Amelia explained.   -œIt's more
humiliating for a guy.  Unfortunately, the nuts get in the way of the clamp
here, so I've had to dispense with those this time.  Maybe next time,
though, - she said with a pat on my ass.  She turned to Emma.

    -œEm, if you would spread Aaron's cheeks apart for me. - Emma reached
around her and pulled my cheeks open, exposing my rosebud to Amelia.

   Amelia used a tube of Astro-glide to lube up the vibrator, coating it
thoroughly.  Then she slid the clamp on its track until the vibrator
stopped at my asshole.

    -œAlways leave the toy lightly touching the slave's opening for a few
minutes, be it a butthole like Aaron's here, or a female slave's pussy
where this works equally well.  I personally prefer the ass for either
gender for maximum effect.  The longer the wait, the better.  The delay
allows them to imagine what's coming without being able to prepare for it.
-

   She resumed sliding the vibrator and I felt as my sphincter first
resisted the invader, then gave in to its fate and allowed the toy to pop
inside me.  Amelia didn't stop there, of course, and kept pushing it in
until five inches of vibrator was buried in me.

    -œYou'll see now why such a long vibrator is required, - Amelia said
to the girls,  -œYou'll need a very long toy to account for the extra
length inside the clamp since only about half will make it inside our
slave. Pity that. - She walked to my side and gestured to my body.

    -œNow, the slave is free to move his hands and feet around all he
wants. And yet, with his neck restrained in the front and with him being
skewered in the backside here, he is still totally helpless. -

   I couldn't hear her but almost on cue, I began fidgeting around in the
rig.  As she had said, I could kick my legs a bit, but between my neck and
hands being locked in the front, and the toy stuck in my rectum at the
back, there was no getting away.

    -œOh my, that is awesome! - It was Sherri who said this.   -œI totally
have to get a business card from you so I can get one of these for my
husband! -

    -œI'll pass some cards around at the end, - Amelia said.   -œAll of
the items I'm demo-ing tonight are available at the store.  Just an FYI.

    -œIf you like, for further humiliation you can gag the slave as well. A
dildo-gag is very effective for that purpose.  I'm going to skip that here,
though.  Personally, I hate gags.  I want to be able to hear every sound my
slave makes as I play with them.  But I'm aware that many people feel
differently. -

   She turned back to me.   -œNow, let's give Aaron a little thrill. - She
turned the knob on the base of the vibrated which kicked to life and buzzed
by prostate.

    -œMmmmmm.... - I moaned as I wriggled around in the restraints.  It
was a completely futile act.

    -œI think he likes it, - Liz commented, gesturing at my cock, rock
hard and flopping around beneath me.

    -œOh, I'm sure he does, - Emma commented with a giggle.

    -œI can vouch for that, too! - Jess said.

    -œNow, - Amelia said,  -œI want all of you to run your hands around
his body.  Touch him whereever you like .  Everyone all at once; I want him
overwhelmed. -

   Chapter 124

   Emma stepped forward first.  She put a hand on my ass and squeezed it
like she was checking a melon for ripeness.  Liz went to her side and ran a
hand down my back, stroking it like the coat on a puppy.  Sherri grabbed my
shoulders and massaged them.  Not overly sexy but it felt pretty good.

   Jess ruffled my hair.  Emma ran a finger along my ball sack; that made
my toes curl.  Liz touched the spot where the vibrator penetrated my
asshole.  Sherri pulled on some chest hairs.

   Emma was the boldest by reaching between my legs and stroking on my
cock. Sherri stuck her two index fingers in my mouth and spread it wide
open.  I made the  -œUnnnnh - sound which anyone who has their mouth
spread open like that is obligated to make.

   Hands.  Hands everywhere is all I felt.  Clearly, way too many at once
to be a single person yet I had no idea who was where or who was doing
what. It was an incredible sensation of helplessness.

    -œAlright, let's kick things up a notch, - Amelia said.

   She returned to the bag and pulled out several more goodies.  She
arranged them on the table and handed various items to each girl.

   To Liz, she handed a set of nipple clamps.  Sherri got a feathered crop.
Emma got the grand prize: a Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator.

    -œGo ahead, Liz, - Amelia said, gesturing to my chest.  Liz
immediately stepped forward and squatted down.  She looked up at my chest
and took one of my nipples between her fingers.  I jerked in surprise at
the touch.

   My nipples are not naturally  -œperky - - blame genetics - so Liz had
to pull and tweak it in order to get it firm enough that she could clamp
it. My nipples ARE very sensitive, however; I tried to wriggle away from
her touch, but it was a wasted effort thanks to the restraints.

   As I couldn't see the clamp, I was totally unprepared for the feeling of
the vinyl coated jaws closing on my nip and my body lurched upwards.

    -œAaaa! - I tried out as the vibrator in my ass pressed hard on the
inside of my rectum.  It was my own fault, of course, and I settled back
down quickly.  That pain had been far worse than the nipple clamp.

    -œThere, there, - Liz said, rubbing the back of my head.  I couldn't
hear her through the headphones, but did feel the consoling rub on the back
of the head.

   My other nipple was similarly clamped right after but I had learned my
lesson about thrashing around.

    -œHe doesn't seem to care for those, - Sherri commented.

    -œBah, - Jess said with a dismissive wave.   -œLook at the tip of his
dick dripping there.  He loves it. -

   'Loves it' was a stretch.  The sensations did make me very aroused but
the tingling was nearly unbearable.  At least at first.  After a few
minutes, they numbed up enough to allow me to focus on the other torments
that would follow.  And I couldn't deny my arousal.

   Liz gave one clamp a little push and giggled as it swayed back and
forth. My ass tensed which only put more pressure on the toy vibrating in
my butt and Liz was rewarded with a loud moan.

    -œOk, Sherri, - Amelia said.   -œYou're up. -

   Sheri wasted no time using the feather.  She ran it along my right side,
from below my arm pit down to my hip.  The ticklish feeling made me tremble
and giggle.  That was my big mistake.

    -œOooh, did you see that? - Sherri said to no one in particular. 
Before waiting for an answer, she repeated the stroke down my side and I
trembled again.  I tried to pull my body away from the tickle of the
feather but to no avail.

   The feather moved from my hip to the inside of the thigh closest to her.
She teased the area at my groin, allowing the feather to brush my sack as
well.

    -œHahaha!  Stop!  Please! - I was laughing and coughing as the
tickling wracked my body.

   The feather left my sack and ran along the inside of one ass cheek,
tracing a circle around the vibrator lodged in my butt.

   Up along my back she continued before crossing around my side  -"
another burst of laughter resulted  -" and returned to my crotch.  I felt
as the feathers ran down my cock and teased the sensitive rim.  I quivered
all over at that touch.

    -œOoooh, he seems to like that, - Sherri commented.

    -œThe toy in his butt is helping, no doubt, - Amelia added.

   Sherri whipped the feathers wildly around my cock head.  My toes
crinkled and my fingers clenched as I gasped for air; that only made her
tease me even more.

    -œDon't let him cum! - Amelia warned sharply.   -œEmma still has to
take her turn. -

   Sherri made a pouty face and reluctantly pulled the feather from my
member.  She stepped away to make room next to me.

    -œGo for it, Em, - Amelia said.

   Emma stepped forward and looked around, searching for an outlet to plug
the vibrator into.  One was conveniently located just aft of the table. 
She'd never handled a vibrator so powerful it required anything more than
two  -œC - batteries and was hesitant to turn the thing on.  The switch
was labeled II  -" 0  -" I.  Emma guessed (correctly) that 'I' was the
lower setting and decided to start with that.

   The wand rumbled to life and Emma was so startled that she nearly
dropped it.

    -œWow! - Emma exclaimed.   -œThis thing has some serious horsepower!
-

    -œFuckin'-A, it does! - Amelia agreed.   -œThat's a real
made-in-Japan, no holds barred, teeth rattling sex toy.  Believe it or not,
it really does work as a muscle massager, too, thanks to its strength.  I'm
not expecting you to massage Aaron's shoulders, though. -

   Emma hefted the shaking device, holding it in both hands while she
decided how to use it on me.

   Tentatively, she touched the round shaking head to my scrotum.

    -œUnnnh! - I grunted.  It felt like I'd been kicked in the balls and
my body jerked forward as much as it could  -" which wasn't much.

    -œI probably wouldn't use it that way, Em, - Amelia coached.

    -œOh, God, sorry, Aaron! - Em said.  Not that I could hear it.

   I felt the vibrating head return, this time running along my stiff
shaft. The buzzing long the side didn't really feel great but it was much
better than the kicked-in-the-balls sensation, so I didn't complain.

   Then the wand reached my cock head.

    -œMmmmm...... - I moaned.  Encouraged, Emma ran the wand in a circle
around my cock head, over and over.  The feel was more 'different' than
'amazing' but between the vibrator buzzing the hell out of my prostate, the
tingling in my chest from the nipple clamps, and the Magic Wand, my body
was trembling all over.

    -œKeep going, Em, - Amelia said.  Emma had had no intention of
stopping.  Another thirty seconds and I could hold out no longer.

    -œUnh, ooooohhh! - I screamed as I climaxed.  Thanks to the
headphones, I had no idea how loud I had screamed but if any neighbors
called the cops that day, we already had an officer on hand anyway.

   As the first squirt shot out, Emma removed the wand from my tip and ran
it up and down my shaft, allowing the vibrating device to milk me dry. 
Rope after rope shot straight down onto the table below me, creating a
large, white puddle that landed half on/half off the rig I was attached to.

   My body spasmed with each spurt and Emma didn't let up until every last
drop had been drained from me.  My body collapsed against the restraints as
I panted.

    -œWoohoo!  Way to go, Em! - Liz cried out.  Amelia turned off the
vibrator in my ass to give me a chance to recover.

   Jess was the one to remove the headphones.  The in-rush of noise was
shocking; I'd gotten so used to the silence that the sound of the girls
talking and laughing was almost deafening for a minute.  Then I was blinded
by light as Jess next removed the sleep mask.  She squatted down to look me
in the face.

    -œHow did that feel? - she asked quietly.

    -œWe gotta get one of these setups, - I whispered back between
breaths. Jess laughed.

    -œNo worries; we've got a credit there! - she said as she undid my
wrist straps.

   There was movement in my rear as Amelia adjusted the screw on the clamp
behind me.  I didn't realize how much I'd been resting on the vibrator
inside me until Amelia slid it out and my weight returned to my legs. 
Jess' hands shot up to my shoulders as she saw me slump.

    -œWhoa there!  You ok? - she asked with mild concern.  I swallowed and
nodded.

    -œYes, just took a bit out of me, - I replied.

    -œBe careful as you get off the table, - Amelia said.   -œSomeone made
a mess below you. -

   Chapter 125



   Jess reached under me and removed the two nipple clamps; the
pins-and-needles sensation caused me to wince and grit my teeth for a
moment.  Jess then helped me down from the table.

    -œAaron, - Amelia said,  -œif you could clean up THAT - - she waved a
hand at my pool of cum -  -œwhile I finish the product demonstration for
the girls. -

   Amelia pulled more items from below the table (just how much crap had
she brought?) and fanned them out before the girls.

    -œSo, you all saw the vibrator that I just used on Aaron.  I've brought
a variety of samples of other dildos and vibes that we stock. - She passed
the items around to the crowd as I cleaned up my mess.

   I saw a plain round  -œgeneric - vibrator, a flesh colored and
realistic looking dildo, complete with testicles, a  -œjack rabbit - style
with a clitoral stimulator, and one made completely of glass, twisted into
a spiral.  The items were being passed around the group as each girl
checked the toys out.  Liz handed me the glass one at one point after I'd
finished wiping the table..

   I held it in my hand and looked at my palm through it, the image
contorted as if I was in a fun house mirror.  The piece was surprisingly
heavy and firm; I'd never considered the density of solid glass.  And the
piece was beautifuly constructed.

    -œLike that one, do you? - Amelia said.  I looked up, startled, and
realized that I'd been admiring it for much longer than anyone else.  I
decided to be honest; shit, it wasn't like I had anything to hide from
anyone there.

    -œYes, as a matter of fact, - I answered.   -œI've never seen one all
glass like this.  It's magnificent.  And I'm surprised at how sturdy.  Is
there no danger of the glass breaking, uh, inside? -

   Amelia shook her head.   -œNo, believe it or not, it's virtually
unbreakable.  You'll shatter the plastic on a regular one into a thousand
slivers before you'll ever chip that piece. -

   I heft it a couple of times, feeling it's weight.  Then I ran my fingers
along the twists, following along its length as I imagined how it would
feel inside.

    -œWe'll take one, - Jess said suddenly.   -œWrite it up and take it
off our tab. -

    -œHey, I want one, too! - Sherri said.   -œHow do I order one? -

   Amelia was momentarily flustered.  The whole  -œdemonstration - thing
was really just an excuse to take advantage of me in front of the group and
play sex games.  She hadn't really planned on, well, selling stuff.

    -œUh, we are really just a retail store.  I didn't think to bring order
forms or anything.... -

   Sherri took out a notepad from her back pocket.  I guess police really
do carry those things all the time.  Who knew?

   She ripped off a page and wrote all of her information down, then she
pulled her credit card from her purse and scribbled the numbers on the
paper as well.

    -œI'll take one of those, - - she gestured to the rig that I'd been
bound to just minutes earlier -  -œas well as one of those glass pieces. 
Charge my card at your store and call me when they are in. -

    -œOk, Ma'am... - Amelia said tentatively as Sherri handed her for
paper.  I noted that the business/customer relationship had caused her to
revert to her polite, professional nature.   -œI'm sorry, I don't know the
exact pricing off the top of- -

    -œI didn't ask for pricing, - Sherri said bluntly, cutting Amelia off
with a raise of her hand.   -œAaron and Jess here obviously trust you, so I
trust you.  Whatever it is is whatever it is. -

    -œUh, ok, sure, - Amelia said, taking the paper writing a description
of the items on the paper.

    -œHey, can I get a sheet of paper, too? - Emma asked Sherri.  Sherri
tore a sheet from her notebook and handed it to Emma with a pen.

    -œI want the same stuff as Sherri.  And, hell, through in an extra set
for Liz, - Emma said as she wrote her information on the paper along with
Liz's.

    -œI don't think I can afford some of this stuff, - Liz said
hesistantly.

    -œI know you can't.  I know how much I pay you! - Emma said with a
laugh.   -œSo it's a good thing you have a rich friend to pay for it.  I'm
going to want to see pictures of Mike in that setup, though. -

   Liz laughed.   -œI think I can arrange that. -

   Emma handed the paper to Amelia.   -œSo what other goodies do you have
to sell us? -

   Amelia was disoriented by the thoughts of the sales running through her
head.  She was definitely earning her bonus this month.

    -œHuh?  Oh!  Um, let me see... - she said as she returned to the bag
once more.   -œOh, here is something interesting. -

   She pulled out something about six inches long and made of glass, like
the dildo I'd been admireing.  Unlike the dildo, it was very thin, thinner
than a drinking straw, and instead of spiraled, it consisted of a series of
glass beads that got progressively thinner to the tip.  There was a loop
molded into the glass at the end with a gold chain hanging from it.  I
frowned; I hadn't the foggiest idea as to what what it was.  But I was
about to find out.

    -œThis is a different kind of plug, - Amelia explained.   -œCalled a
uretheral plug. -

   She let the words hang for a minute.   -œUrethral - isn't the most
common of words so it took a beat for me to try and understand how the the
-œplug - would be used.  And then I did.

    -œSpinach!  Spinach! - I cried out as I grabbed Jess' hand on the side
of me.  I squeezed her hand in panic as my body tensed.

   Amelia frowned, confused.   -œJess, why is your husband shouting
vegetables? -

   Jess chuckled.   -œSpinach is our safe word.  You know Popeye?  Strong
to the finish cuz I eats my spinach?  Well, 'spinach' means Aaron is
finished. -

   I swallowed hard and said nothing.  I'm sure the blood flow to Jess'
hand was being cut off.

    -œSo, - Jess continued.   -œI think that's Aaron's way of saying that
he is going to take a pass on that. -

   Liz frowned in confusion.   -œI don't get it.  What does that do? -

   Amelia took a step toward me and I took two steps further away.

    -œCalm down, - she said levely.   -œI'm not going to do anything with
it.  Geez. - She took another step toward me and it took everything I had
not to flee.

    -œThis is a urethral plug.  It is inserted into the urethra, or pee
hole, of the slave. - She pointed the glass rod at my crotch and I
instinctively flinched.

    -œPee hole? - Liz said, still not getting it.  Then understanding
dawned on her.   -œOh!  Holy shit!  For real?! -

    -œYes, for real, - Amelia acknowledged.   -œThis is a, well, an
advanced level bondage item.  And not for the faint of heart, like Aaron
here.  But I think you'll agree that it is a pretty effective way of
putting a slave in his place.  And unlike a butt plug, it is not an item
that the slave will easily get used to and learn to ignore.  Pity I won't
be able to demonstrate this item. - She returned it to the bag below the
table and I let out the breath that I'd been holding.

    -œLet's see what else what have... - she said, digging through.  
-œOh! Here we go! -

   Chapter 126

   She pulled out a foxtail butt-plug.  The insertable-portion was a round
bulb of chrome plated metal, the tail itself a rainbow of colors.  She
handed it to Liz who rubbed the fur between her fingers.

    -œWow, it's soft, - she commented.  Amelia nodded.

    -œVery.  Man-made materials  -" I know Emma would never allow real fur,
of course, - but still made of the finest quality materials as with all the
other items I've shown. -

   Liz passed the plug to Emma who examined it next.  She squeezed the
round metal end between here fingers.  It was quite solid and didn't flex
at all.  Sherri spoke up.

    -œI wish I knew what it looked like, you know, in use, - she said with
a giggle.   -œThat would really help my purchasing decision. - She gave
Amelia a very exaggerated  -œconspiratorial wink. - The other girls
laughed as well.

    -œHmmm... - Amelia mused with a her own exaggerated thoughtful frown
and finger to her chin.   -œI wonder who we could try it on? -

    -œOh, oh, I know! - Emma said excitedly, unable to control her
laughing in the process.  And then she surprised everyone.   -œI think it
would look great on Jess.  Or, should I say, IN Jess. -

   You could have heard a pin drop but Jess handled it like a pro.

    -œI agree.  I'll bet it would, - she said.  She started to remove her
skirt but Emma stopped her.

    -œUh, uh.  Let Amelia undress you.  She is the expert here, after all.
- I admired Emma's boldness.  We'd clearly trained her well.

    -œYes, Ma'am, - Jess said, her smile ear-to-ear.  She put her hands
behind her head.

   Amelia stepped forward and unbuckled the belt on Jess' skirt.  With
glacial slowness, she loosened the belt before sliding it free of the
skirt. Her fingers then wedged into the waistband, tugging on it for half a
minute but not really accomplishing anything toward removing it.  The skirt
wasn't tight at all and Amelia's efforts were all theatrics but no one
seemed to care.

   Eventually, Amelia pulled down on the fabric and it slipped past Jess'
hips.  As it slid down, Amelia stopped as just the tip of Jess' slit peeked
into view.

    -œAhhh, - Amelia said with a sigh.   -œThis never gets old.  Who
thinks the kitty should come out and play? -

    -œMe!  Me! - came the calls from Liz and Emma.  Amelia giggled.

    -œWell, here she comes. - She resumed undressing Jess and her crotch
was exposed to the room.  For the first time since getting back home, I was
no longer the center of attention.  It wasn't like Jess had anything the
ladies hadn't seen before but Amelia was a master showman.  Show-woman? 
Show-person?  Whatever.

   Amelia leaned in and gave Jess' slit a sniff.

    -œHmmm, I think our Jess is very aroused.  Am I right, Jess? - Amelia
asked.  Jess smiled and nodded.

    -œYes, Ma'am, - she replied.

    -œShe's not the only one! - Liz said from behind.  That got a laugh
from everyone including me this time.

   Amelia continued like she hadn't heard.   -œWell, that's good.  It'll
save me the effort of getting the bottle of lube. -

   Two fingers split Jess' labia apart; without warning, the shiny metal
plug of the foxtail was stuck up in-between Jess' wet folds.  Jess nearly
jumped; it was not the size  -" the size was somewhat large when going in
through the backdoor as designed, but not so much the front door  -" no, it
was the feeling of the cold metal rubbing the inside of her lady bits.

   Amelia gave no notice and twisted the toy around, lubricating it well.
Withdrawing it, she released Jess' pussy lips and slapped her thigh.

    -œSpin around and spread those cheeks, - Amelia barked.  I appreciated
that her bossy attitude did not change just because Jess was now the
recipient.  Jess twirled, bent over at the waist, and pulled both globes as
far apart as she could manage.  Amelia had not told her to bend over but
Jess knew the drill.

   Amelia touched the bulb of the plug to Jess' sphincter.  She let it rest
there for just a moment before shoving it in, hard.  Jess shrieked as her
ass expanded, then swallowed, the toy.  And just like that, it was over. 
Except now, Jess had a pretty, furry tail protruding from her ass.  She
released her cheeks and straightened.

   She craned her neck to try and see the tail but couldn't get a good
glimpse so she shook her ass back and forth, causing the tail to swing
around into view briefly.  It also gave everyone else a great view of her
ass jiggling while the furry toy flew about.

    -œOh, my, it's beautiful! - Sherri said.

    -œAgreed, - Emma said.  Emma reached out first to touch the tail and
Jess made no effort to stop her.  Emma ran her fingers along it, feeling
how soft it was.  And then she tugged on it.

    -œEek! - Jess cried out.   -œIt's in there good, girl! -

    -œOoops, sorry, - Emma said with a giggle and zero sincerity.

    -œGo ahead, Aaron, - Amelia said.   -œCheck out your wife's new tail.
- And I did, feeling it as Emma had though I spared Jess the yanking on
it.

    -œI love it, - I said quietly.   -œWe are keeping this one.  Add it to
the tab. -

    -œNo worries, - Amelia said.   -œI don't think anyone else was going
to buy that one now anyway! -

   I squatted down behind Jess and squeezed her cheeks, watching as the
tail wiggled in front of me.   -œI love it, - I repeated.   -œWe are going
to get a lot of use out of this, - I said to no one in particular.  Jess
turned around and put her hands out to help me up.

    -œI'm glad you like it, honey, - she said, smiling at me.  She kissed
me on the lips.   -œAnytime you say, I'll wear it. -

    -œAnd anyWHERE? - I asked.  Jess chuckled.

    -œYep, anywhere, too. -

    -œAlright, - Amelia said, interrupting the moment.   -œDo you want me
to remove it? -

    -œNo! - I said abruptly.   -œShe can leave it in. -

   Jess laughed again.   -œWell, you heard the man. -

   Amelia shrugged.   -œAlright, then, back to the bag it is. -

   Chapter 127



   Next she pulled out an assortment of gags, again handing them around.

    -œSo here are a variety of instruments for gagging a noisy slave.  As I
mentioned earlier, I prefer that my slaves be able to make all the noise
they want.  I take it as a compliment for a job well done.  But I can
appreciate why gags are necessary. -

    -œYeah, - Jess interjected.   -œSometimes you want to keep your
neighbors from calling the cops! -

    -œGuilty! - Emma said with a giggle.

   Liz was handed a ball gag, a red rubber ball with a leather strap
running through a hole in the middle.  Amelia gestured to it as she
continued.

    -œThe ball gag is probably the most popular, and stereotypical, type of
gag.  The favorite of virtually any bondage movie ever made.  And there is
a good reason for that.  It's effective; the slave can't do much more than
grunt and moan.  It's uncomfortable; they'll have to stretch their mouth
open to take it in, and uncomfortable is always a plus for slave training.
And it causes the slave to drool uncontrollably, which is fun to watch as
well.  Oh, and it's very economical. -

   She moved on to the gag that Sherri was holding.  That one was black
rubber and penis shaped.  It looked like a strap-on dildo, but with the
strap reversed.

    -œAs I also mentioned, I prefer this type when I do use a gag on a
slave.  The cock shape serves two purposes.  It gets the slave used to the
feeling of having a cock in their mouth, be they male or female; the
benefits of that should be obvious. - That got a round of laughter from
everyone but me.  She continued.

    -œAnd it is more humiliating for most slaves to have a penis shaped
object wedged in their mouth as opposed to just a plain rubber ball,
especially for male slaves. -

    -œOh, man, I want one of these, too! - Sherri said, holding up the
black piece.  Amelia added it to the order 'sheet'.  She then returned to
the bag once more.

    -œIn a pinch, a simple scarf, like this one, will do the job.  It'll
hold the mouth open in an uncomfortable manner and is the prefered favorite
of kidnappers the world over.  Despite that reputation, it's not very
effective at preventing noise compared to the others.  If, like me, you
like to hear that noise, then this may be your prefered choice.  Let's see,
what else do we have... -

   As she turned back around, I groaned as I saw what she was holding  -" a
cock cage identical to the one I'd worn at the bachelor party.

    -œThis is another great item.  It's called a cock-cage and Aaron here
is well acquainted with it, aren't you, Aaron? -

    -œYes, Ma'am, - I said with a pouty tone.

    -œIt is excellent for preventing pesky erections from your slave and I
highly recommend it for keeping them under control. -

    -œAnd that!  I want that, too! - Sherri said excitedly.  I hope cops
make good money.

    -œSlow down there, girlfriend, - Amelia said with a chuckle.   -œThis
piece does have to be fitted to the slave's genitals for proper fit.  There
are sets that have a whole slew of rings included, but I've found that
proper fit by a professional is the best way to prevent pinching or chafing
during extended wear.  Feel free to make an appointment at my store and
bring your guy in to have him measured. -

    -œOk, we'll do that this week, - Sherri said.

    -œMe too! - Liz said.   -œI'm totally getting one of those for Mike.
We'll be by. -

   Amelia pointed at my crotch.   -œYou see what happens without one of
these? -

   Everyone, including me, looked at my crotch to see that I'd gotten
aroused again from all the sex toy discussion.  My wife, naked from the
waist down and sprouting a tail from her ass didn't help either.

    -œWithout a proper cage, - she continued  -œthese slaves just go
sprouting erections all the time.  If Aaron's not careful, he could bump
into something and seriously injure himself.  A good cage is basically a
necessity. - That got another round of laughter from the girls.

    -œThere are other ways of handling erections like that, - she said. 
Uh oh.

   Amelia took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom.  Everyone tagged
along behind me.

    -œGet in, - Amelia said, gesturing toward the tub.

   Our tub has a removable shower head sprayer attached to a long hose. 
That was a modification that we made to the apartment ourselves.  Well, it
was Jess' idea and I got the task of installing it.  And you can probably
guess for yourself what Jess did with that sprayer in the bathtub.

   Amelia took the sprayer down, turned the lever to  -œShower - and
turned the water on.  To cold.

    -œHey-! - That was all I got out before the icy water hit my body.  I
jerked back and tried to cover my chest and face.  That was just fine with
Amelia because the spray was redirected down to my crotch a second later.

   I shrieked like a little girl as the water struck me and I moved my
hands to block my crotch from the bitterly cold onslaught.

    -œHANDS UP! - Amelia shouted.  My hands shot up immediately and I
jumped a little bit.  A couple of the girls were startled as well.

   My arms crossed my chest and I gritted my teeth as the cold water beat
on my privates.  I shuffled around like a little boy who had to pee but I
managed to keep my hands away.  Luckily, if you can call it that, I only
had to tough it out for a couple of minutes as the freezing spray had its
desired effect and my member shrunk back to its very unimpressive flaccid
size.

   Amelia moved the stream away and bent over, inspecting my package.  She
put a finger under the small head for a better look.

    -œOoh!  Wow, that's cold! - she said.  She turned the water off and
returned the nozzle to the hook on the wall.

    -œAnd that, ladies, is an efficient way of handling unapproved
erections from your slave.  Jess, could you get Aaron a towel please? -



   Chapter 128

    -œFuck, watching this is making me hot, - Sherri said as we returned
to the living room.  Amelia took my towel away once I -(TM)d finished
drying off.  I -(TM)d tried to tie it around my waist but she -(TM)d have
none of that.

    -œI know, right? - Emma said.

    -œHow come Aaron is the only one that has gotten to have fun tonight?
- Liz said in a pouty tone.  I didn -(TM)t comment on the fact that I
-(TM)d just gotten my dick nearly frozen off.  Alright, that -(TM)s an
exaggeration, but still.

    -œOh, the fun is just getting started, girls! - Jess said, taking over
the lead.   -œOur friend, Aaron, here has graciously offered to go down on
each and every one of us.  Isn -(TM)t that right, Aaron? - I -(TM)d agreed
to no such thing, of course, but not strictly a lie, I guess, as Jess knew
full well I -(TM)d never pass up on such an opportunity...

    -œYes, Ma -(TM)am.  You know it! - I said.

    -œOoooh, Aaron does AMAZING things with his tongue! - Liz said.

   Emma agreed.   -œI can vouch for that, too! -

    -œMe too! - Jess said with a chuckle.

    -œGeez, am I the only one here that Aaron hasn -(TM)t eaten out? -
Sherri asked.

    -œI can say that he does good work with his hands, - Amelia said.  
-œBut you -(TM)ll have to take the other girl -(TM)s words for his oral
abilities. -

   Despite my naked, submissive position, I decided to  -œtake charge - of
things.  I didn -(TM)t think anyone would object.

    -œOk then.  Girls, lose everything from the waist down and sit on the
couch, - I said.  God, that felt good to say.

   As expected, no one protested, nor even wasted any time following the
order; within a couple of minutes, all of the girls were at least partially
naked.  Sherri and Liz stripped below the waist, Liz and Amelia chose to
undress completely.  Jess was already naked from the waist down but she
chose to strip her top off so she would be fully naked too.  She then led
the group to our couch where they all lined up and sat.  Jess made sure
that she was first in line.

   I dropped to my knees and spread Jess -(TM) thighs apart.  Her crotch
was at the edge of the couch and she was leaning back so that it pointed up
at my face.  In that position, her ass was pointed forward also and the
rainbow tail was hanging down over the front of the couch.

    -~Damn, that is a beautiful sight, -(TM) I thought.

   My tongue dove into her slit like a Kamikaze pilot on his final mission.
As I lapped away at her womanhood, I was acutely aware of all the eyes
watching intently.  I -(TM)d never questioned my oral talents before but at
that moment, I felt very self-conscious.

   I spread Jess -(TM) labia apart and worked away on her clit.  I used my
other hand to rotate the toy lodged in her butt at the same time.

   Before long, Jess was panting, moaning, and then climaxing on my face.
As she peaked, her hips thrust forward and smooshed her pussy hard against
my face.  I didn -(TM)t mind.

   Jess was still recovering from her orgasm as I pulled away and moved
onto Amelia, next in line.  Jess had only taken a few minutes to get off;
the rampant horniness in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. 
Still, I knew the road to the finish was long and I -(TM)d have to change
my technique if I was to make it all the way through the line.

   Amelia patted the tops of her thighs and spread them wide apart for me.

    -œCome, come, - she said.   -œLet -(TM)s see if you live up to the
hype. -

   In an effort to move things along, I reached over between the legs of
the next girl in line, Emma, as I moved my face against Amelia -(TM)s
snatch.  Emma didn -(TM)t comment as I drove two fingers toward her crotch;
she merely spread her legs for easier access.

   I flicked my tongue against Amelia -(TM)s clit while fingering Emma
-(TM)s as the same time with my index finger.  Amelia had both hands on the
back of my head, pulling me hard into her pussy as my third and fourth
fingers plunged in and out of Emma.  Maintaining the rhythm of lapping at
Amelia, while masturbating Emma, was a bit of a trick.  If synchronized
screwing were an Olympic event, I likely would not have medaled, but
sometimes it is an honor just to compete.  At any rate, I managed to get
the job done.

   As Amelia cried out, I was unprepared for her to squirt into my face and
I jerked away.  That resulted in the second squirt striking me in the eye.
Whether it was her juices, or  -œother fluids -, I don -(TM)t know.  But
it was salty and stung my eye; let -(TM)s just leave it at that.  I couldn
-(TM)t recall any other woman squirting on me prior to her.

   Amelia didn -(TM)t seem to notice as her eyes were closed and she was
still climaxing, but thankfully she released her grip on my head so I could
pull free.

   I wiped off my mouth and eye, blinking a few times until I could see
again, before moving on to Emma who still had my other hand buried in her.
Amelia, in her daze, didn -(TM)t even acknowledge my leaving.

   On to Emma, and I discovered that even though there was enough room to
fit my hand in between the folds of her pussy, due to her substantially
thicker thighs, my face wouldn -(TM)t fit there.  I slid my hand out and
gently nudged her legs wider apart but because of the girl on either side,
she didn -(TM)t have much room to move.  Amelia was oblivious but Liz saw
the predicament and both her and Sherri slid over.

   Emma may be chubby, but she can spread her legs apart like a gymnast;
well, nearly so at any rate.  And that gave me easy access to stuff my face
in her fleshy pussy mound and pick up from where my hand had left off.

   Her labia hugged my face as I ate away and, as before, I worked my
fingers into the Liz, the next in line.  Thanks to getting her engine going
in advance, Emma was climaxing within minutes as well.  My mouth was
getting sore but I persevered (I know, I -(TM)m kind of a hero) and moved
on to Liz.

    -œWoowoo!  Let -(TM)s go! - Liz yelled as she shook her fists in the
air.   -œI wouldn -(TM)t tell Mike, but he needs a lot more practice down
there. -

    -œThen get him down there more.  Practice makes perfect, you know, - I
said.   -œI know you aren -(TM)t afraid to tell him what to do. -

   Jess interjected.   -œMaybe I -(TM)ll send Aaron over some night to give
him some pointers.  Kinda like an  -~oral coach. -(TM) -

   Liz laughed.   -œYeah, I -(TM)m sure Mike won -(TM)t find that awkward
at all. - She put a hand on the back of my head and pushed it down into
her lap.  Enough of the small talk, I guess.

   I didn -(TM)t finger Sherri; she was the only woman in the room that I
hadn -(TM)t gone down on and/or fucked.  She -(TM)d seen me naked and
participated in molesting me on the kitchen table, but I was still a bit
uncomfortable at taking the first step with her myself.  So, I focused on
my work with Liz, jamming my tongue as far into her womanhood as I could
while teasing with her clit with my fingers.

   As Liz climaxed, her legs tried to snap shut and crashed into my arms on
either side.  They spasmed and squeezed me with each surge of pleasure
until I rolled back onto my heels.

   One more to go.

   I slid on my knees over to Sherri who was grinning ear to ear in
anticipation.  As I bent in toward her, Jess called out.

    -œAaron, wait, not yet. - She stood up and turned toward us.

    -œAwwwww, - Sherri whined but Jess raised a hand.

    -œDon -(TM)t worry, sister, you -(TM)re going to get your turn.  I just
want to kick things up a notch. - She left the room and returned with a
strap-on harness that I was well acquainted with.  Emma was surprised when
Jess approached her.

    -œK, bride-to-be.  Stand up, - Jess said, motioning with the dildo.

   Jess wrapped the strap-on harness around Emma -(TM)s waist, then buckled
it in the back.  The flesh colored phallus stuck up just above Emma -(TM)s
slit.  Jess gave it a gentle slap with her hand to make it bob up and down.

   Apparently satisfied (that it didn -(TM)t fall off or something?), she
proceeded to lube it up.  Emma looked down as Jess stroked her fake-cock,
coating it well.

   Sherri frowned.   -œLook, I -(TM)ve never, uh... - was all Sherri
managed as she stared at Emma -(TM)s cock, pointing in her direction, Jess
-(TM) hand  -œmasturbating - during the lube process...

   Emma laughed.  Unlike Sherri, Emma knew the dildo -(TM)s destination.  
-œNo worries, it isn -(TM)t for you! -

   Sherri was even more confused until I got up on all fours in front of
her crotch.  I spread my legs and as Emma took position behind me,
understanding finally dawned on Sherri.

    -œOh!  Oooohhh, whoa... -

   I don -(TM)t know why she was so surprised.  She -(TM)d seen enough
kinky-ass shit in the past and that night.  Had she ever seen me getting
pegged by Jess, though?  Not that I could recall.  Guess that was what it
took to shock her.  One point for me?

   Sherri was mostly oblivious to my face pressing into her pussy since she
was too mesmerized by the sight of Emma lining the dildo up against my
asshole.  Sherri rested a hand lightly on the back of my head, mostly to
keep my hair from blocking her view.

   I felt the toy push against my sphincter and Emma steadied herself on my
hips.  With a firm push, the toy disappeared inside me.

    -œThat -(TM)s awesome... - Sherri said in just above a whisper.  I
grunted into Sherri -(TM)s crotch as Emma bottomed out inside me.

   I suspected that my anal fucking would continue until I got Sherri off
so my tongue dug deep for her clit.  I didn -(TM)t mind the fucking, mind
you, but I was getting a bit tired.

   With each shove back into me, my mouth was driven hard against Sherri
-(TM)s clit.  As much as she was excited at watching me get screwed, she
couldn -(TM)t ignore the tingling in her crotch and she settled back into
the couch to concentrate on that feeling.

   Amelia decided to join us and sat on the couch next to Sherri.  Sherri
looked at her in surprise as Amelia reached down to touch her but she didn
-(TM)t protest.

   I pulled my tongue away from Sherri -(TM)s button so Amelia could play
with it freely.  I turned my attention a little more south and stuck my
tongue into her as far as my mouth would allow.

   Amelia -(TM)s first and second fingers worked around the top of Sherri
-(TM)s slit in slow, methodical circles as I fucked her with my tongue.

   Amelia used her free hand to knead Sherri -(TM)s left tit through her
blouse.  Emma, meanwhile, continued her own work behind me and plunged in
deep again; she was rough about it, too, incidentally.  Sweet, innocent
Emma was long gone now.  Her legs crashed into my ass cheeks and the tip of
my nose pressed hard against Sherri -(TM)s nub, momentarily knocking Amelia
-(TM)s fingers out of the way.

   That was enough to push Sherri over the edge.  Eyes closed and her head
back, she cried out as she climaxed.  Her pelvis shot up and pushed me back
against Emma and her dildo; I wouldn -(TM)t have thought it possible for
her lodge it deeper inside me than she had been already but wonders never
cease.

    -œUnnnnhhhhh, - Sherri moaned as she writhed in the seat.

    -œWhoa, - I heard Liz say.  But she wasn -(TM)t looking at Sherri, she
was looking beneath me.  And then I felt the wetness on my leg.

   Looking underneath me, I saw that I -(TM)d ejaculated onto myself.  Note
I didn -(TM)t say  -œclimaxed. - Emma pounded into me again and the
pressure on my prostate milked another shot of semen from me.

    -œThat -(TM)s cool! - Liz exclaimed.   -œKeep going, Em! -

   Emma -(TM)s large thighs slammed into me again and another blast of cum
squirted down to the floor beneath me.  I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)d ever
cummed like that without any stimulation beyond the anal assault.  There
was no orgasmic euphoria, but it didn -(TM)t feel bad either.

   Sherri, just down from her cloud of bliss, startled me by leaning
forward and grabbing both sides of my face.  She kissed me on the lips; a
second later, my face smashed against hers as Emma pummeled me once more.
Sherri didn -(TM)t seem to notice.

   Two more pumps and my dick stopped leaking.  Jess tapped Emma on the
shoulder and gestured.  Emma nodded and slid the dildo from my ass.

   Sore and spent, I rolled over and sat on the floor between Sherri -(TM)s
legs, my hair landing on her pussy.

   Amelia dropped down on the floor to my left and pressed her body against
mine, nuzzling her head against my neck.  Emma, strap-on still swinging in
front of her, did the same on my other side.

   Jess sat down on the floor in between my legs, her back against my
chest. Liz took up position by laying down on the floor, her head falling
into Emma -(TM)s lap.

   And that -(TM)s the way we all rested, the girls all dozing off on, and
around, me.  It would not be the last bachelorette party that I would be
invited to.

   Chapter 129



   Mike and Liz moved in together in the apartment next door.  We -(TM)ve
all become better  -~friends -(TM) and have played together a bunch of
times.  Mike was hesitant at first but Liz was very insistent.  You -(TM)ll
be glad to know that he has gotten much better at oral sex.

   Mike confided in me that he plans on proposing to Liz soon but didn
-(TM)t want their engagement to take away from Emma -(TM)s wedding, so he
was holding off.  I don -(TM)t think Liz has any idea but I -(TM)m sure she
-(TM)ll say yes.  They make a great couple and seem very happy together. 
As it happens, they share a lot of the same interests outside the bedroom
as well.



   I -(TM)m told they both love their jobs at  -~Russell Pet Supply -(TM)
which is doing amazingly well and is now considered the  -~go to -(TM)
place for pet products in our area.  Emma has a huge following of loyal
customers that love her personal attention to their needs; attention they
never get from chain stores like PetHub.  Well, at least they didn -(TM)t
after Emma and the others left.



   Emma, for her part, loves helping people and their pets.  And she -(TM)s
making a great living to boot.  Win-win as they say.



   Emma -(TM)s wedding day came.  I -(TM)d like to be able to tell you that
the wedding was a sex-fueled orgy of an event with all the participants
nude and going down on each other.  But it wasn -(TM)t.  It was a very
traditional, restrained affair (not  -œrestrained - in the bondage sense,
mind you.)



   As it happened, I took my role as  -œdude-of-honor - very seriously; in
fact, I had to use my power of veto more than once.  Emma picked out, and
tried on, what had to be the worlds most boring and plain wedding dress on
the face of God -(TM)s green Earth and Jess, who I now realize has no
fashion sense unless she -(TM)s picking out lingerie, gave her a rubber
stamp on it.  Emma -(TM)s rationale was that it would be less to slip out
of once they got to the honeymoon.



    -œWhat the hell is with you two? - I asked in horror.   -œShe -(TM)s
getting married, not baptized! -



   I selected a much more elegant dress, frilly with a long train but
nothing too gaudy or over-the-top.  It was also much more expensive which
meant the sales girl heartily approved as well.  Alright, it might have
been a bit over the top, but Emma lived larger-than-life; her dress should
be too.



   Things went mostly the same when selecting the venue, caterer, and
pretty much everything else.  I quickly figured out that Emma, despite
being wealthy, was cheap as hell.  She was so used to living frugally that
she couldn -(TM)t break out of the habit even on her own wedding.  Jess,
meanwhile, wanted strongly to support Emma in her  -œdecisions. - So that
left the OTHER maid of honor (me) to actually make the decisions that Emma
wanted, but couldn -(TM)t, make for herself.  Ah well.



   As mentioned, it was my job to walk her down the aisle in place of her
father.  I -(TM)m not sure her father would have approved of the things I
-(TM)d done to his daughter over the past year, but hey.



   I did get to wear a tux rather than a bridesmaid -(TM)s dress, so that
was nice.



   I walked Emma down the aisle in her flowing white dress and gave her
away to her husband-to-be Brent.  I strongly approved of Brent for Emma; he
was a great guy and she was a great girl.



   Emma trained Bruiser to carry the wedding bands down the aisle on a
little pillow that hung from his mouth; it was very well received by the
guests who laughed and applauded.

   Speaking of guests, the wedding was remarkably small.  Emma -(TM)s guest
list consisted of Jess, Liz, Mike, and myself and we were all part of the
wedding party.  Brent had a much larger portion of the guest list, but
still less than twenty people on his side.

   Brent -(TM)s parents were both there.  They were a nice couple in their
fifties that Jess and I had met a handful of times before that day.  They
had taken the loss of their previous daughter-in-law almost as hard as
Brent had but were very accepting of Emma into their family.

   Also there was Brent -(TM)s former mother-in-law, Barbara; Barbara
-(TM)s husband, Brent -(TM)s former father-in-law, had passed away several
years earlier, but Brent had still kept in touch with Barbara.  At first,
she had been reluctant to attend the wedding; she felt it  -œweird - for
the former mother-in-law to be there for the new bride.  But she and Emma
hit it off right away.  Barbara, it turns out, was a big animal-lover just
as her daughter had been so she and Emma had no problem finding common
ground.  Emma was insistent on Barbara attending and threatened to hold the
wedding in her front yard if she refused.  Barbara wasn -(TM)t sure if she
was serious but relented anyway.

   The remaining guests were mostly Brent -(TM)s friends from the station,
except for one: the flower girl, Amelia.  Amelia had called in her favor;
she -(TM)d never been a flower-girl before and she -(TM)d always dreamt of
being one as a little girl.  Her dream was going to come true at Emma
-(TM)s wedding.

   Emma had tried to talk her out of the flower girl role on the grounds
that it was usually a sweet, innocent, pure, seven-year-old doing the job.
Not a twenty something  -œuh, less-than-pure adult - were Emma exact
words.

   Amelia was insistent though and said she -(TM)d earned it.  Emma was
hard pressed to argue the point after Amelia had given up her body to her
husband-to-be and his friends to violate in every possible manner.

   Emma was nervous about how she would show up but, that day, Amelia
arrived in a very conservative white dress that landed well below the knee
and she was sporting a daisy in her hair.  She sprinkled the flower petals
along the path with a spring in her step.  She did show Jess and I later,
in private, that she had nothing else on underneath.  Jess, for her part,
chose to sport the foxtail butt-plug beneath her dress (known only to me,
of course.)

   Because of her responsibilities with the new store, Brent and Emma opted
to take their honeymoon at a small bed and breakfast in the valley.  Its
amenities were a bit lacking in the honeymoon department but it had a hot
tub and was EXTREMELY pet friendly; Bruiser had a special pillow waiting
for him along with a monogrammed blanket and a locally baked dog cookie.

   Jess and I made sure to stock their suite in advance with a full
selection of sex toys including a strap-on.  Thanks to discussions we
-(TM)d had earlier, we knew that would be their  -œfirst time - in that
regard.  Relax the sphincter, Brent, that -(TM)s the secret.

   After they got back, Emma told us then when she got him on all fours-
well, I guess from now on that should be Emma -(TM)s story to tell.

   The End.

   Thank you to all the loyal fans who followed the weekly-ish exploits for
Jess, Aaron, Brent, and Emma for nearly two years.

   If you enjoyed this story, or any other story by any other author,
please drop me (or them) a simple email saying so.  We get literally no
other reward for, in this case, thousands of hours of work beyond your
simple  -œthank you - which is always appreciated.  I confess that in the
decades prior to being an author myself, I was very lax in that regard. 
Hopefully, the work I put into this story rights the scales a bit.

   Special thank you also to shygirlwhore who took on the very daunting
task of proofing over 100,000 words and who is, as I type this, proofing
another 60,000.  Very, very few people would step up to that plate (I know,
because I tried to find them) and I can -(TM)t thank her enough for her
hard work.