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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
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Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters
in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

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   _________________________________ A House in the Woods - Marietta
(MMMM/F, F/F, oral, anal, fist, caution) (C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B
shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net (remove 'NONO' from above address)

   My weekend guest had arrived early from Pullman and was comfortably
ensconced in my dungeon.  She was properly bound, but with one hand free to
select from the array of sex toys I had placed within reach for her use as
she watched a pre-programmed series of porn DVD's.  I had promised her she
could play with my slave, Amy, when she arrived later, but didn't want her
wandering around the house since I was expecting some guys over for poker
later that evening.

   I was hoping Amy would arrive early so I could get her and her vehicle
out of sight before the guys arrived.  We live in a small, scattered
community where everyone knows everyone else, and while it was no secret
that Amy and I were seeing each other, I doubt that anyone would have liked
knowing that, in private, she was my slave.

   Amy solved that problem for me by calling to tell me she couldn't come -
her mother was sick and needed Amy there to take care of her.  While I was
relieved that I wouldn't have to juggle Amy's arrival with that of the
guys, it left me with the problem of what to do with my guest in the
dungeon.

   I was in my workshop putting a final polish on the custom made wooden
dildo I had promised the mayor's wife.  It was twelve inches long, quite
thick, and a veritable caricature of a male erection.  The basic material
was ebony and the head was almost half again as wide as the shaft.  Dark
red veins, made of raised cherrywood inlays created an intricate network
around the shaft.  Even the attached ball sack, while hairless, seemed to
bulge with cum-filled testicles under the crinkled surface of the scrotum.
While beautiful to look at, most women would have found this toy somewhat
intimidating to use, but the mayor's wife was a big, strapping woman, and I
knew she'd have little trouble taking full advantage of it.

   As I put the artificial phallus in a locked cabinet to let the
waterproof finish dry, Caesar, one of my Timber Wolf - Malamute mix dogs,
flowed through the door of the workshop like a big grey ghost and sat at my
feet facing the front of the lot where a dirt track came up from the main
road.  He placed his right paw on my leg to be sure that I knew someone was
coming.  From his demeanor, I knew it was not a vehicle he'd seen before,
so I went through the back door of the house and waited in the shadows of
my home's interior to get a first look at the visitor without being seen. I
don't have a lot of enemies, but occasionally, one of my guests decides
that he or she would rather not know the things I'd shown them about
themselves, and comes back to vent their displeasure, so I'm careful.

   I didn't recognize the Lexus that pulled into the clearing.  It sported
a small religious statuette on the dash and a license plate frame from a
dealer in Pleasanton, California.  Nor did I recognize the trim,
well-dressed Filipina who slid out of the driver's door.  The car had
California plates, and the woman seemed a bit older than my usual
"clientele", so I waited in the shadows a bit to see if I could get some
idea of what she wanted before confronting her.  She checked something on a
piece of paper, smoothed the travel wrinkles out of her clothes, adjusted
her frameless glasses, and looked nervously about the clearing before
squaring her shoulders and climbing the porch stairs to knock on my screen
door.

   She wore a large diamond ring, diamond pendant, and diamond earrings
(for traveling, in the middle of the day!).  Her Gucci shoes were a bit
dusty from the walk across the clearing.  Unless I missed my guess, she
wore an Ann Taylor suit from last year's line, and carried a Dooney &
Bourke knockoff for a handbag.  Her hair was almost boy-cut - short and
tapered sharply to her neckline.  This was a woman who dressed not to
attract men, but to impress other women.

   She seemed more nervous than angry, so I came to the door as if I had
just heard her knock.

   "Can I help you?"

   Nervously, she consulted the paper again.  "Uh, yes.  I'm looking for a
Mr.  Mike Brenneman?"

   "Whom shall I say is calling?"

   "Oh!  My name is Marietta Jameison."

   "How can I help you Mrs.  Jameison?" I still hadn't opened the screen.

   "I'm not sure...  Are you Mr.  Brenneman?"

   At my nod she looked nervously around the clearing again, and said, "My,
ah my daughter, Vanessa, said I should talk to you."

   "About what?" I knew Vanessa Jameison, but to the best of my knowledge,
she was quite happy with what we did together.  I could think of no reason
why she would send her mother to visit me.

   "It's, ah, it's very hard to say, Mr.  Brenneman.  She said you might,
ah, be able to help me?" she had reached for something in her handbag and
started playing with it absent-mindedly.

   I smiled as I saw the rosary trailing from her fingers.

   I pushed open the screen door, saying "Won't you come inside, Mrs. 
Jameison?  May I get you something to drink?  Wine?  Soft drink? 
Cocktail?"

   She stepped into the cool interior and said, "Uh, just ice water is ok."

   I waved her to a chair in my 'sitting room' and said, "I'll bring ice
water if that's what you really want, but if what you came to talk about is
so serious as to require a rosary, perhaps a little alcohol will make it
easier...?"

   She looked down, and for the first time noticed the glass beads
automatically crawling through her fingers in that pre-programmed sequence
that lifelong Catholics know by heart.

   She gave an embarrassed little giggle, put the rosary away, and nodded
her head.  "Maybe some white wine, then, if you have some?"

   I nodded and left her alone while I went to the kitchen to retrieve our
drinks.  I had a nice bottle of Chardonnay chilling in the refrigerator so
I opened it and filled a bucket with ice and water, toting the bucket and
two glasses into the living room with me.

   I poured a taste in her glass and offered it to her.  She took a small
sip and swallowed, hardly tasting the wine, but nodded affirmatively.

   I went ahead and filled the glasses, settling into a chair across from
her.  I had thought about bringing out a plate of cheeses to snack on, but
I wanted her to loosen up a bit, and the wine would do its work more
quickly if she didn't have anything in her stomach.

   "So how does Vanessa think I can help you, Marietta?"

   She fidgeted in the chair and played with the wine glass, finally taking
a gulp before answering, "I - I don't really know!  We were talking the
last time she was home from school, and she said she knew someone that
might be able to help me - she didn't say how."

   "So you drove all the way up here from the Bay Area to see me?  It must
be very important!"

   She shook her head vigorously, "Oh no!  No, no!  I came to surprise my
daughter at school, but her roommate said she was visiting friends for the
weekend, and I thought, since I was already here, maybe I should see if you
COULD help!"

   "Which brings us back to the original question," I replied, "'How can I
help?'"

   Marietta was holding something back, and I was guessing, given my
reputation at her daughter's school, and her Catholic upbringing, that it
had something to do with sex, but it began to look as though I might have
to drag it out of her.

   "I don't know!" she repeated, frustration showing in her voice, "my
daughter didn't say!"

   "Well," I tried, "if we can't get to 'how', maybe we can get to what you
need help with?"

   She drank some more of the wine and tried to avoid looking at me, but
her eyes kept darting back to my face, and then away again, so I tried a
different tack.

   "Perhaps it would help if I knew what you and Vanessa were discussing
when she told you about me?"

   She stood and started pacing in front of her chair, then turned to face
me, as if having made a decision.  Her face, already a light shade of
brown, turned darker as she softly mumbled, "Sex!"

   "Did I understand you correctly?" I asked, "You DID say 'sex' didn't
you?"

   At her embarrased nod, I continued, "Ah, now we're getting somewhere! 
What, specifically, about sex were you discussing?"

   I could barely hear her reply "I, ah, I have a, ah, problem."

   "What kind of problem?" this was like pulling hen's teeth, but patience
is a virtue, or so I'm told.  I'm more accustomed to dealing with younger,
less inhibited folks.

   She paced some more, polishing off the wine.  I refilled her glass,
hoping the wine would start doing away with some of her inhibitions soon.

   "What kind of problem?" I repeated.

   She drank some more wine and I waited, watching her steel herself for
the big one.  Finally, she turned to me, saying, "I haven't enjoyed sex
since before I was married!"

   I didn't change expression.  She was on a roll, and I wanted to keep her
rolling, so I asked, "You haven't enjoyed it at all, or you haven't had
orgasms?"

   She flushed again, still pacing, and replied, "Oh, my husband was a nice
man, and he tried to make it good for me, but I had to fake it to make him
think I was having o-orgasms."

   "You speak of your husband in the past tense...?"

   She nodded, "Yes, he died two years ago, but he left Vanessa and me a
substantial inheritance."

   I thought it interesting that she felt compelled to mention the
inheritance.

   "Ok, so you never climaxed during sex with your husband.  Had you had
orgasms before you were married?"

   She nodded, and I thought I saw where this was going, but I needed a
couple more bits of information to be sure.  "With your husband?"

   She shook her head, all but confirming my suspicions.

   She had little accent, but the occasional 'V' turned into a 'B', and
once in a while, an 'F' became 'P', so I was pretty sure she was not born
in the States.  Combine that with the excessive effort to appear
respectable, the fact that in a strict Catholic state like the Philippines
she had enjoyed pre-marital sex...

   "Did you meet your husband in the Philippines, Marietta?"

   She nodded again, staring into the woods over the top of her glass.

   "How long did you work in the bar before you met him?"

   Marietta turned slowly, her face gone yellow as the blood drained away
from it.  "How?" she whispered, "How did you know?"

   I waved the question away, "It's not important, Marietta.  It's not even
important that you worked in a bar, except as it pertains to why you're
here.  You've raised a smart, lovely daughter, who, by the mere fact that
she HAS such conversations with you must love you very much.  You appear to
be doing well here, so the only reason I need to know about what you did
before is to try to help you with the problem that brought you here."

   A little color came back into her face and she once again drained her
glass.  "You're right, Mr.  Brenneman, I did meet my husband in a bar where
I worked as a bar girl.  It was my job to talk the men into paying the bar
to take me to a hotel room, pay for the room, then pay to have sex with
me."

   "Is that when you had your orgasms - when you were having sex with the
bar patrons?"

   She shook her head.  "No, that's where I learned to fake them!  Once in
a while, though, one of the customers would throw a party, and pay several
of us girls to come to the party and do whatever the people at the party
wanted.  Sometimes we'd put on girl-girl shows for them, sometimes we'd do
things like sticking beer bottles into ourselves, things like that.  Every
time, though, we had to let anyone who wanted to, have any kind of sex they
wanted.  THAT'S when I had my orgasms, sometimes all night long, it
seemed!"

   "So what was it about these parties that excited you so?" I probed, "was
it the fact that you had to do whatever they wanted?  Was it that there
were so many?  Maybe it was the presence of the other women?"

   She hid her face in her hands, shaking her head.  "I don't know!  I
think about it all the time and it jumbles up in my head!  There was always
so much booze and drugs!"

   I thought for a moment, and a daring plan edged its way into my devious
mind.  If she went for it, I could get a little leverage on my poker
buddies, AND solve the problem of my downstairs guest, all while helping
Marietta figure out how to have orgasms.  Hmmm!  I felt like stroking an
imaginary Van Dyke and twirling the tips of a non-existent waxed mustache.

   "Marietta, how would you like to relive some of that experience that
excited you so much, and see if we can figure out just what parts of it
turned you on?"

   She stared at me open-mouthed for a few seconds.  "You mean, be a bar
girl again?"

   I waved my hand to slow her down, "No, no, let me explain!  What I
propose is that, just for tonight, you PRETEND to be a bar girl who was
hired to entertain at a party.  I'm having some guys over for poker later,
and if you and they agree, you can be their party girl for the evening. 
It's highly unlikely that any of them will know you or your daughter, so
there's no risk to your reputation at home.  Furthermore, I know where
there's a willing young lady who likes other ladies.  We'll keep the two
experiences separate - you'll have sex only with the men at the party,
first, then I'll introduce you to the young lady, and that way, maybe we
can figure out how to get you the pleasure you seek."

   "But what if someone recognizes me?"

   That was encouraging.  At least she wasn't objecting to the idea.

   "All of these men are local, Marietta," I replied, placatingly "and I'll
give you a chance to see them before they see you.  If you recognize any of
them, we'll call it off.  As for the young lady, I'll see to it that both
of you are blindfolded, at least at first, that way neither could possibly
recognize the other."

   She paced some more and drank some more wine from the glass I refilled
as I spoke, then turned sharply.

   "I don't have anything sexy to wear!" she said, plaintively "When I was
a bar girl, I always dressed in mini-skirts and low-cut tops.  I don't have
any of those clothes any more!"

   I smiled and led her to the guest room, turning on the light in its
walk-in closet to reveal hundreds of women's outfits, arranged by size.  "I
think you might find something suitable in here.  Undergarments are in
these drawers." I pulled a few out to show her.

   Waving toward the back wall, I said "Those racks should have some shoes
that will fit you and go with whatever outfit you choose."

   I preceded her out of the closet and showed her the bathroom where she
could freshen up, then said, "I want you to think about this carefully,
Marietta.  The only part about tonight that will be pretend will be the
part about working in a bar.  The sex will be real, and you'll be expected
to behave as if you were being paid to do anything the guys ask.  I'll be
on hand to make sure they don't injure you, but I can't guarantee it won't
get a little rough.  I'm sure you remember how guys got at the parties you
attended before."

   She nodded, wide-eyed.

   "I'm going to leave you to change, while I take care of some other
things.  Keep this door closed.  You'll hear the guys arrive.  You can peek
around that corner and get a good look.  If you recognize any of them, or
just don't like the look of them, just go back in and change back to your
own clothes.  I'll introduce you as a friend as you return to your car - or
you can sleep in this room tonight and no one will know you're here.  If
you show up dressed for sex, that's what you'll get, ok?"

   I started to turn, then remembered something.  I went to the jewelry box
on the dresser and pulled out something I found on a trip to Bangkok. 
About 10 inches of silver chain hung between two small, adjustable loops.
From the chain hung an ornate, bejeweled, triangular silver net whose long
side was the chain and whose point was centered between the two loops about
three inches below the chain.  I held it up in front of Marietta to show
her how it was worn.

   Handing it to her, I said, "If you really want to drive the guys wild,
wear this.  They'll love it."

   I went downstairs, fed my guest, and told her that Amy couldn't make it,
but, if things worked out, she'd have another beautiful lady to love after
the poker party.  She wasn't happy about it, but hey, I don't get paid for
these services.  They have to take what I can provide.  I had a hunch she
and Marietta would get along just fine.

   I had just finished setting things up for the party, with plenty of beer
and chips, when my first guest arrived.  There were a number of men from
the local community who regularly played poker at my house, but tonight was
a little unusual - all of them were Sheriff's deputies.  I hadn't planned
it that way, but that's how it worked out.

   Mark Winslow drove his old pickup well into the clearing and parked
beside Marietta's Lexus.  Mark was in his thirties and unmarried.  He was
about half a head taller than me and had to turn sideways to get through my
front door, but a kinder, gentler, more soft-spoken man you'll never meet.
I got him settled, with a beer in his hand just as Randy Packard stepped
through the screen door, removing his stetson as he came.

   Randy was the quintessential cowboy.  He was in his early fifties, thin
as a rail, rawhide tough, and with his handlebar mustache and ubiquitous
Stetson and cowboy boots, looked as though he'd been born in the saddle. 
To hear him tell it, though, he'd never even been astride a horse.

   Right behind him came Travis Belson.  Travis was about as non-descript
as they come.  Somewhere around forty years old, he never talked much, but
his eyes took in everything.  I figured if I ever had any trouble with the
Sheriffs, Travis would be the one to watch.  By the same token, if I ever
needed backup in a firefight, he's the one I'd want beside me.

   Sam Garner was the last to arrive.  Sam was in his late twenties and was
a naturally friendly, garrulous person.  He also tried to overcompensate
for his relative youth with the other deputies by talking too much.  Sam
stood a bit over six feet and stayed fit by running.

   I always invited four people to these games.  They played poker while I
played host and filled in when someone needed a bathroom break.  I made
them pony up a percentage of each pot for the house, even though I didn't
need it.  As the 'house' I resisted all efforts to talk me into joining the
game for myself, claiming conflict of interest.  This also kept messy
gambling debts from coming between me and my guests, and if any of them got
in arguments over who owed what, I made sure they were squared away before
anyone left.

   I got everyone settled, and as Travis dealt the first hand, I saw
Marietta peek around the corner of the door.  When no one was watching, I
raised an eyebrow in her direction, querying her willingness to proceed. 
She nodded, and I told the assembled players, "Boys, you may not want to
get too involved in that game just yet.  I've got a special guest tonight,
and she'd like your help with something."

   At the word 'she' they all folded their cards and turned to look at me.
I held out my hand toward Marietta, and said, "Boys, this is Tess.  She's
asked me to help fulfill a fantasy of hers."

   Marietta slinked into the room on spike heels, all swaying hips and
come-hither smile.  She was wearing fishnet stockings, a black micro-mini,
and a red, low-cut halter.  The top clung to her bra-less tits, showing off
her hardened, half-inch nipples as if it weren't there.  I grinned when I
saw that she had worn my last minute gift.

   Sam, leering openly at her, said "I was wonderin' whose Lexus that was
parked out front."

   The others, too, were checking her out.  Mark watched her from the
corner of his eyes, trying not to be noticeable.  Randy stared almost as
openly as Sam, but without the leer.  Travis studied her as he studied
everyone, expressionlessly, from under hooded brows.

   "Gentlemen, I need to ask a favor of you." I paused until I was certain
I had at least part of their attention.  "Tess is visiting with me, and has
asked my help in fulfilling a fantasy.  She grew up in a strict Catholic
environment, and has never known what it was like to be a bad girl."

   Marietta's eyes swung in my direction, and I thought I detected a hint
of gratitude in them.

   "Tess was divorced from her American husband a short time ago, and wants
to know what it would be like to be party girl - someone paid to entertain
men at a party."

   Sam and Randy were leaning eagerly forward.  Mark's ears had turned red,
and he was now focused entirely on Marietta's barely covered tits.  Travis
alternated between studying her face and mine.

   "Now, I understand that one or two of you have girlfriends." I looked
around, and Mark nodded.  Everyone else, except Travis, looked briefly in
his direction.  "Those who don't want to be unfaithful to their girlfriends
should leave now."

   Nobody moved, though Mark shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

   "Ok," I continued, "here's the scenario.  Tess, here will pretend that
she's been paid to entertain the four of you.  No real money has changed
hands, so there's nothing illegal going on here.  Tess' job for the next
three or four hours, is to do ANYTHING you guys want her to do."

   Travis was the one who came back with, "Anything?" his eyes still
studying Marietta.

   It was Marietta, however, who turned toward Travis, and caressing a
nearly bare breast replied throatily, "Anything!"

   Sam let out a whoop and told me loudly to put on some raunchy music, so
Tess could do a strip for us.

   I held up both hands for quiet and cautioned, "We'll get to that in
minute.  There's just one more thing I need to tell you." My voice turned
deadly serious, "Let's have fun, you can even get a little rough, but
anyone, ANYONE who causes this lady injury, will answer to me."

   They got the message, though I think Travis was the only one who really
understood it.  He met my gaze for a few moments, then gave a short, quick
nod.  He turned to the others and said quietly, "And me."

   That sobered them.  They didn't know what I was capable of, and I'd just
as soon keep it that way, but they all knew Travis and what he could, and
would, do.

   I triggered the remote for the sound system and a CD that I had selected
in anticipation of someone requesting a strip started blaring through the
speakers.  There was plenty of brass and an overdone drum track, and
Marietta took to it like a duck to water.

   Her slender body strutted to the center of the room's open space.  She
turned her back on the audience, feet spread a foot or so, hands at her
sides, and snapped her head around to give them a slow wink over her left
shoulder.

   I've seen better stripteases but it wasn't bad for a woman who hadn't
done one in twenty years.  The guys ate it up.  Even Travis was leaning
forward a bit when she turned, after whipping off her top, and held her
tits out for their inspection.  Her nipples had hardened to thick, half
inch spikes centered on small, chocolate aureolae.  The little nooses of
the silver chain I had given her held her nipples captive, and the jeweled
silver netting hung between her breasts.  Each time she moved, the weight
of the silver tugged deliciously on the hard little buds.

   By the time she was down to her thong, garter belt, and stockings, Sam
was whooping and slapping the table.  Randy's mouth hung open, and Mark was
practically drooling.  A tiny hint of a smile curled one corner of Travis'
mouth.

   When Marietta danced over to him, stuck her ass in his face, and offered
him the strap of her thong, Travis proved his humanity by turning red, but
didn't hesitate to take the offered strap and slowly pull the thong down
her legs.  Marietta, fully immersed in Tess' character, did a slow grind as
the lacy thing slid down her legs.  The others whistled and pounded the
table when Travis leaned forward and planted a long kiss right at the top
of the valley between her cheeks.

   Tess moaned and ground against his mouth, to the utter delight of the
others.

   She deftly high-stepped away from Travis, leaving him holding the thong.
Her next target was Randy.  She plopped her ass on his leg and ground her
pelvis against his thigh, then stuck a nipple in his open mouth.  Mark and
Sam were going crazy at this wanton display, especially when Tess threw her
head back and cried, "Oh, Yes!", while Randy did his best imitation of a
suckling calf.

   Tess slid away from Randy and swung a leg over Sam's lap, lifted her
hands behind her head, and did a slow bump and grind, while Sam tried to
touch every part of her at once.

   Spinning away from Sam's over-eager grasp, Tess wound up with her softly
rounded belly only inches from Mark's surprised nose.  Mark was leaning
forward, elbows on knees, and Marietta pushed his face gently lower, until
her almost straight pubic hair brushed against his nose as she swayed to
the music.  Mark's face turned beet red, but he made no move to resist.

   When she felt she had tormented the poor guy enough, Tess danced back to
the middle of the open area.  She humped the air for a while and played
with her breasts, squeezing them and pulling them into elongated cones by
yanking on the silver chain between her nipples.

   When the music came to an end she was standing with her back to the
poker table.  One hip was outthrust, supporting a slender hand.  A slightly
breathless Tess looked over her shoulder and started slowly toward the
living room, sighing "Coming, boys?"

   As she reached the coffee table, she lay on her back, legs spread wide,
and said, "Do you boys need all those clothes?"

   I could see the moisture seeping from between her labia, and thought to
myself, "Maybe it IS just the situation..."

   Perhaps not surprisingly, Sam was the first undressed, and he wasted no
time getting on his knees between the lovely Filipina mother's thighs.  He
slid all the way in without apparent difficulty.  Marietta's legs wrapped
around his skinny white ass as he pounded away with only one goal in mind.

   Tess moaned passionately beneath him as Sam churned away at her insides.
From the flexing of her abdomen, it appeared that she was doing her best to
massage his long slender pole with the velvety flesh of her vagina.  Sam,
though not very vocal for a change, was apparently suitably impressed, and
with a strangled groan, made one last thrust and collapsed on top of Tess.
The temporary party girl let out a convincing shriek and went rigid beneath
him.

   "Well," I thought, "there's another skill from her bar girl days that
she hasn't entirely forgotten."

   No sooner had Sam collapsed backward than Randy stepped over him and
swiftly planted his thicker tool in Tess's well oiled sheath.  Travis
tilted the attractive Filipina's head back over the edge of the table, and
inserted his half-hard rod between her parted lips.  With practiced ease,
she nursed the fleshy shaft to full erection, then swallowed it as if she
had done it every day of her life.

   Randy was somewhat less anxious than Sam, and lasted a good ten minutes
before letting go in a paroxysm of short, sharp thrusts.

   Travis was still enjoying Tess' mouth when Mark practically shoved Randy
out of the way.  Mark was generally a gentle fellow, but the weapon
protruding from his pubic hair could have laid waste to entire armies.

   Just to be sure, I placed a hand on his bare shoulder and said "Take it
easy, big fella.  That's a small woman under you, so go slow and let her
get used to you, ok?"

   Mark looked embarrassed, but nodded his assent.  Turning back to the
task at hand, he caught the cautionary glance that Travis threw his way, as
well.

   Tess had been happily nursing Travis' shaft with her eyes closed, lost
in some world of her own.  When Mark's enormous cudgel started it's slow
inward plunge, her eyes flew open and she desperately shoved Travis away.

   Raising her head, she stared transfixed at the huge member making its
way into her belly.

   "My God!" she cried, "I thought someone was pushing a fist into me! 
Oooooh, that's big!"

   Tess continued to stare as Mark, apparently practiced at getting women
adjusted to his size, pushed in a little way, then withdrew a bit before
stroking inward again.

   The bulbous head and turgid shaft of Mark's cock could be seen outlined
in bas-relief against the taut flesh of Tess' straining abdomen.  Every eye
in the room focused on the scene as stroke after stroke, quarter inch after
quarter inch, the monster dick made it's way into the diminutive Filipina.

   Finally, with about four inches still unburied, Mark seemed to hit a
barrier and could go no further.  Gradually withdrawing until the outline
of his plum blended with the bulge of Tess' pubic bone, Mark waited a
moment, then slowly but steadily pushed in to the limit.  Tess began
moaning as he began an increasingly faster series of thrusts.

   As Tess grew accustomed to the size of the pole inside her, and started
fucking back at it, Travis once againd tilted her head back and resumed his
leisurely throat fuck.  The sight of Mark's cock plunging deep into her
belly, and the feeling of Tess' guttural moans around his sensitive glans
soon had Travis matching Mark's thrusts.  In a few minutes, they were
pounding so hard into her that it looked as though they were trying to meet
in the middle.

   Without warning, something gave way deep inside Tess' abused vagina and
she gave a muffled shriek as Mark sank to the hilt in her dripping tunnel.

   "I'll be damned!" Sam chortled "He's fuckin' her friggin' womb!"

   "Are you alright, Tess?" Travis and I echoed each other - Travis
withdrawing for a moment from her mouth.

   "Oooooooooohhhhh, please, honey," she spread her well-manicured fingers
across Mark's muscular chest, "please go really slow for a minute!  OH my
GOD!  Nobody's ever fucked me that deep!  Ooooo, that's better - now, a
little faster.  Yes, like that!  Now, all the way out...OW!  Careful, baby!
Ok, good, now - back in, but very slow.  OooooOOOOooohhhh!  Oh, damn,
that's wierd!  Ok, baby, ou-OU-t, in, oooh!  Faster now baby!  I'm almost
ready!  Good!  Oh yes!  YES!  Fuck me good, baby!  Fuck me HARD! 
Mmmmmppphhh!"

   Tess put her head back and opened her mouth, pulling Travis all the way
in with one gulp.  Her pelvis ground against Mark's pole as he and Travis
resumed their pounding of her now welcoming holes.  Tess was writhing and
twisting between them, spitted almost from end to end.  She had a
death-grip on Travis' buttocks, pulling them toward her with all her
strength on each of his thrusts.  Mark raised Tess' legs to his shoulders,
but she wasn't happy with that.  She spread them wide and bent them
backward until they rested on either side of Travis' hips as he drilled her
slurping mouth.  The pitch of her moans rose an octave when Mark began
pounding even deeper from the new angle, and her hips became a blur.

   Travis was the first to let go, spewing his load down her greedily
swallowing throat.  Mark's entire head turned a mottled red and looked like
it might explode as he watched the wanton wench slurp up and swallow the
last of Travis' cum as he withdrew his wilting member from Tess' still
sucking mouth.  Mark gave a final, mighty lunge that I thought would send
his rigid member right through Tess and the top of the coffee table.  His
hips bucked lightning fast three or four times as Tess screamed hoarsely at
the top of her lungs, doing a passable imitation of an epileptic seizure.

   As the two on the table rested, Travis sidled over to me and said, sotto
voce, "You sure she's not a pro?  I mean, she SEEMS to enjoy it, but that
girl's holdin' somethin' back."

   "You noticed that too?" I answered, "All I can tell you is that I'm
helping her through something.  No money has or will exchange hands.  This
may be a little crazy, but I swear it's legal, and won't get you guys in
any kind of trouble - unless somebody tells Mark's girlfriend.  Will you
trust me on that?"

   He gave me a long, searching look, that I returned levelly.

   "All right." was his only answer.

   Sam started to have another turn at Tess, but found her too stretched by
Mark's monster to do him much good.  Not to be deterred, he sat in one of
the chairs and had Tess sit in his lap with her back to him.  Grabbing the
chain between her nipples, he pulled her back to lean against his chest and
called, "Hey, Randy!  Come on over here and get in this hole with me.  That
ought to tighten her up some!"

   Randy, though, wasn't quite ready for that one.  "Naw, man, I ain't
rubbin' dicks with you!  You just want an excuse to get to know me better!"

   "Aw, come on, Randy!" Sam pleaded, "I'm not queer!  I just need somebody
to help tighten her up."

   When Randy still shook his head, he looked at Travis.  "How 'bout it,
Travis?"

   "That all right with you, ma'am?" he asked Tess.

   At her nod, he took his place between Sam and Tess' legs and easily
slipped his member into her gaping hole alongside Sam's slippery shaft.

   It took a little experimentation, but they soon found a rhythm they
could use.  Tess held still between them, while Sam and Travis alternated
inward strokes.  Once they had established the cadence, Tess took over. 
The two deputies held still while Tess snapped her hips back and forth,
alternately burying each of their cocks to the root.

   The exotic nature of the situation - a beautiful asian lady taking both
their dicks at the same time - apparently excited the men, despite their
having already cum once.  As Tess tired of doing the work for them, they
once again took over and started slamming simultaneously into her dripping
cavern.  This seemed to affect Tess a bit more than her previous
activities, as the passion in her shrieks and moans seemed more authentic.

   With both cocks hammering her insides at about ninety miles an hour,
Tess gave a little squeal and lurched through her first true orgasm of the
evening.  It wasn't earth shattering by any means, but it did bring a smile
to her face as she shot a look of gratitude in my direction.

   With Sam supporting her shoulders, Travis threw Tess' legs around his
neck, and using her hip bones as handles, started slamming her slender body
up and down between them - masturbating the two rampant members with the
Filipina's sopping sheath.  Tess emitted a guttural moan that crescedoed to
a primal animal scream of pure unbridled lust.  Her torso vibrated between
the two men as Travis plunged her overstretched vagina one last time onto
his cock.  Simultaneously, Sam gave a mighty upward lunge, and the three of
them were frozen in tableau of rigid muscles and bestial grunts as Tess
released twenty years of pent up frustration in one mighty explosion. 
Travis gave one last thrust of his cock as Tess' limp body collapsed on top
of Sam's heaving chest.

   Tess lay so still atop Sam that, as Travis withdrew his dripping shaft,
he placed a couple of fingers on her neck to check for a pulse.  Apparently
satisfied, he picked up his clothes and headed for the bathroom.

   Tess finally came around as Travis emerged, fully clothed, from the
toilet.  He shook my hand as he headed for the door.

   "That's about all I can do for one night, Mike," he shook his head
wistfully, "but be sure to call me next time you're putting together one of
these 'poke her' parties!"

   I grinned and clapped him on the shoulder as I walked him to the door.
"Well, this was kind of a spur of the moment operation, but if a moment
with spurs like these comes up again, I'll be sure to give you a call."

   As I returned to the living room, Randy was placing Tess tits down over
the coffee table as she knelt on the carpet, her luscious ass thrust high
in the air.  A quick foray into her gaping vaginal cavern provided him with
the lubrication he needed for what he intended.  He withdrew and placed the
slippery head of his re-awakened cock at the brown, puckered, depression of
Tess' sphincter.

   "OH NO!" she wailed, making no move to get away, "Be careful, Honey! 
Nobody's ever done that before!"

   From the ease with which the broad plum of his glans slipped through the
opening, I guessed that this protest was another of Tess' learned
responses. She groaned as Randy's cock made it's slow way up her chute, but
in one long, steady stroke, his pubes flattened against the tan flesh of
the Filipina's buttocks.

   Mark and Sam sat stroking themselves as they watched the tiny woman
taking Randy's thick tool up her rear channel.

   Randy, seeing how easily she handled his entry, wasted no time beginning
a long smooth stroke, all the way out to the sphincter, then all the way
back in.  He quickened his pace and though Tess moaned and ground her hips
against him, once again her lust was feigned.

   By this time, Mark's formidable tool was fully resurrected, and on a
hunch, I suggested that Randy plant her cunt on it while he drilled her
from behind.  Tess' eyes went wide, and she gave a little shudder, but made
no objection as Randy withdrew and helped her to her feet.

   Tess straddled Mark's lap as he sat on the sofa, and gingerly lowered
herself onto his massive spear, her eyelids fluttering, and eyes rolled
back in her head as she sank all the way down.  Randy straddled Mark's legs
and in one quick thrust, buried himself to the hilt in Tess' stretched
rectum.

   She shrieked at the suddenness of his entry, and threw him a reproachful
look over her shoulder.

   Randy blushed a bit and muttered, "Sorry, Miss, uh Tess!"

   The two deputies held still to let Tess grow accustomed to the
stretching.  Tentatively, she experimented with her movements, getting one
sort of sensation with just hip movements, and an entirely different sort
by raising and lowering her body on the impaling shafts.  Her breath was
coming in short, quick, gasps as her motion increased.  Randy grew
impatient as the gritty velvet of Tess' rectum massaged his member, and
started driving into her ass with increasing violence.

   Tess held still under the onslaught, eyes closed, mouth half open,
grunting with the impact of each thrust.  She groaned and stuffed the
middle of the chain that was attached to her nipples into Mark's mouth.  He
quickly got the idea and started pulling on it with his teeth - stretching
her abused nubbins deliciously.

   Her lust and the feel of the cock pounding her backside just beyond the
membranes separating her two tunnels soon had Mark's passion aroused.  He
stood up with Tess impaled on his monster, almost toppling Randy.  A hand
from me and another from Mark kept him upright but at his protest, Mark
spread his legs and bent his knees, lowering Tess' ass to a better height
for Randy's cock.

   Tess wrapped her legs around Mark's massive waist and held on for dear
life as the two began pounding her front and rear.  Tess shuddered through
a couple of small orgasms as the two rutting deputies reamed her passages
with their turgid spears.  Suddenly, Mark stopped moving and grabbed Tess'
ankles, placing them on his shoulders.  Tess' tiny body would have
disappeared between the two men had it not been for Randy's rail thin
physique.  Mark took a handful of Filipina buttock in each hand and lifted
Tess to the end of Randy's shaft.  Without pause, he released her and let
her weight impale her on the embedded weapons.

   Tess screamed and thrashed between the two, and at first I thought she
had been injured.  Her eyes rolled back in head, and she shouted "OH MY
GOD! DO THAT AGAIN!"

   Mark began lifting and dropping her rapidly on their cocks.  Each
impalement drove Tess higher and higher until her body was a rigid,
quivering mass of pent up lust.  The boys were well on the way to their own
climaxes, and Tess' excitement sped them along.  Each time the tiny brown
body fell, the rampant javelins of the deputies thrust upward to skewer as
deeply as possible into its liquid depths.

   Randy came first, blasting the walls of her colon with his hot spew. 
The feel of his spasming tool and the warmth of his ejaculate sent Tess off
into another galaxy.  Pulling herself up by her grip on Mark's neck, she
snapped her hips down and forward three times, quickly, while leaning
backward to increase the tension on the chain that Mark still held in his
teeth.

   Mark rapidly shook his head from side to side, tormenting the abused
nubbins and pivoting his hips upward to meet Tess' thrusts.  As the blunt
tip of his massive pole bruised the end of her womb, Tess went ballistic,
shrieking at the top of her lungs, and spasming her way through one of the
most demonstrative climaxes I've ever witnessed.  Her legs flailed beside
Mark's head, as her hips blurred between the two deputies.  She had a
double handful of Mark's hair and almost pulled it out as she violently
wagged his head against the tension of her nipple chain.

   Even Mark's massive muscles gave out under the onslaught of his climax.
As his load swelled Tess' little brown belly, he collapsed backward onto
the sofa.  The sudden ripping of Randy's cock from her abused rectum sent
another violent shudder through Tess as her weight skewered her deeper than
ever on Mark's spewing pipe, her legs, still on his shoulders, unable to
soften her landing.

   For several minutes, Tess quivered atop her muscular lover as
aftershocks periodically shook her semi-conscious body.  She shuddered
through one last climax as he gently lifted her off his wilting tool and
lay her gently on the sofa.

   Sam made as if to go after her again, but I shook my head, and he nodded
and started putting his clothes on.

   Mark was the last dressed, but the other two waited for him.  As they
headed for the door, each bent to place a tender kiss on Tess' forehead.

   "Damn, Mike!" Sam ejaculated at the door, "You sure know how to throw a
poker party!"

   "Yeah," Randy piped up, "if Tess ever needs help with another problem,
you just let us know!"

   Mark just shook my hand and said "Thanks, Mike."

   "You're welcome, Mark." I looked at the other two, "So how long you
think it'll take to get back to your girlfriend?"

   He glanced at his friends and said, "Oh, they won't talk, but I'll tell
her next time I see her.  She'll probably want to fuck while I tell her all
the details!"

   I grinned and waved as they made their way back to their vehicles.

   When I returned to Marietta, she was snoring gently on the sofa.  I left
her there and went downstairs to prepare my guest.  I covered her head with
a locking hood that covered her eyes and ears, but left the lower half of
her face free.  I then placed her on a padded bench on her back, binding
her spread legs, but leaving her hands free.

   I took a second hood like the one I had placed on my guest and returned
to Marietta.  I walked her to the guest bathroom and waited while she
showered.  When she had dried off and brushed her hair, I placed the hood
on her and locked it, then led her into the dungeon.

   I stopped her at the head of my guest's bench and said, "Tess, there is
a beautiful young lady lying naked before you.  I promised her that I would
bring another lovely lady to make love to her.  Her legs are bound and
spread, so she couldn't resist you even if she wanted to.  Would you like
to please this young lady and have her please you in return?"

   The hoods muffled the sound, but didn't block it out, and Tess nodded
her response.

   I guided her hands to my guest's ringed breasts, and stepped back.  The
reclining young lady gasped at the feel of Tess' soft hands and thrust her
chest upward.  Tess knelt beside the bench as the young lady's hands sought
her mounds.  She cooed in delight at encountering the jeweled chain that
still hung from Tess' nipples.  Feeling her way, Tess bent over and
captured the young lady's eager mouth for a long, soulful kiss, while she
played with the rings in the girl's nipples.  My guest had apparently been
eagerly anticipating this event, as her hips were already humping the air.
Tess slid one hand down to her hairless 'V', past the barbelled clit, and
slipped her middle finger deep into the girl's eager slit.

   Reluctantly disengaging from the kiss, Tess began nibbling her way down
the girl's trembling neck, planting soft kisses here, little nips there. 
Every now and then, she'd suck a small flap of flesh into her mouth and
clamp down on it, eliciting an excited gasp from the girl who now grasped
the back of Tess' head as if afraid it would leave her.

   Working her way along the girl's collarbone to one soft shoulder, she
followed the gentle curve of the small breast, still kissing, nibbling, and
biting.  She stopped just short of the girl's puckered aureola, teasing her
by working at the bottom and sides of the tender orb for several minutes
before finally swooping down on the nipple.  In one motion, she sucked the
hard nubbin, ring and all, and a couple of square inches of the surrounding
breast deep into her mouth.

   The young lady cried in ecstasy and humped at Tess' hand as it toyed
with her clit and its jewelry.  By simply reducing suction while keeping
her lips clamped on the girl's breast flesh, she allowed all but the tip of
the nipple to slip wetly from her mouth.  Gradually increasing suction, she
slowly drew almost the entire breast into her mouth, this time biting
gently at the ripe, succulent fruit.  Tess tormented the tender organ in
this fashion for several minutes.  By the time she switched to the other
breast, the bound young lady was humping madly at three of her fingers.

   On the second breast, Tess used only her teeth - biting the nipple and
random chunks of breast flesh with almost violent abandon.  Her young
victim responded by thrusting the tortured tit upward, offering her free
access to do as she pleased, while humping now at all four of Tess'
impaling fingers.

   The young lady was screaming her lust, encouraging Tess to greater and
more violent acts of outrage.  Tess responded by tucking her thumb into her
palm and pushing her entire hand into the eager girl's welcoming tunnel. 
My guest shrieked and came, her hips bucking wildly against the bony
impaler.

   Abandoning the girl's breasts, Tess swiveled around and sat on her face,
leaving her fist embedded to the wrist in the girl's sopping vagina.  The
young lady's pink tongue eagerly burrowed into the folds of Tess' well-used
mound.  Tess bent to return the favor, but found the way blocked by her own
wrist.  The Filipina yanked her still closed fist from the spasming
orifice, sending the girl into another explosive climax.  The older woman
sucked the girl's clit into her mouth, teasing the barbell with teeth and
tongue.  My guest, stealing a page from Tess' book, slipped an arm through
Tess' legs and drove a slender, speared hand deep into Tess' still
stretched interior.  Finding the open doorway to Tess' womb, she thrust at
it, gaining entrance with very little effort.  Tess gave a muffled shriek
around the girl's mound and grabbed the pierced clit in her teeth, shaking
it like a dog with a toy.  The girl glued her mouth to Tess' clitoris and
made a fist deep in the Filipina's womb.

   As Tess worried at the girl's passion button with teeth and tongue, the
young lady beneath her started violently pounding her fist deep into Tess'
gut.  Tess reached around the girl's raised thigh and thrust two fingers
into her opening.  Feeling around for the little patch of roughness at the
top of the tunnel, she stroked the young lady's G-spot while tugging at the
tender, pierced protusion between her teeth.

   As the two women drove each other through climax after climax, I
unlocked and removed their hoods.  They hardly noticed.  Their frenzied
lovemaking continued for more than an hour.

   At one point, I released my guest's legs from their bindings.  Still
locked in a fierce sixty-nine, the two rolled off the bench, with Tess
landing on the bottom.  Her young lover, now turned agressor, began
pounding harder into Tess' spasming tunnel.  Tess relinquished her hold on
the girl's clit long enough to scream out her climax.  When she had calmed
enough to return to her ministrations, instead of going back to the abused
clitoral button, she plunged her pointed tongue deep into her young
violator's asshole.  My guest squealed like a stuck pig and ground her ass
onto the invading member.  Tess replaced her tongue with two perfectly
manicured fingers - stabbing them deep into her lover's rectum, while
returning to torment the girl's oversensitized clit.

   My guest grunted and froze.  Suddenly her hips snapped forward and back
several times in quick succession, shrieking her orgasm to the rafters. 
Her climax triggered Tess' release as well, and she went rigid under the
girl, lifting her off the ground, before collapsing back to earth, moaning
around the barbell she still held in her teeth.

   They lay like that for several minutes, catching their breath before
slowly disengaging from each other, Tess slipping her fingers from the
girl's ass while the other gently extracted her arm from within the
Filipina.

   As her young lover turned to see who had driven her to such delights,
Tess said, "That was the most wonder...  VANESSA!?!?"

   "MOTHER!?!?"

   They stared, aghast, at one another for several seconds before
scrambling apart.  They both turned to me, outraged, and shouted, in
harmony, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?"

   I sat calmly, giving them a chance to breathe, before replying, "To you,
Vanessa, I have done what you came to me for, albeit with a different
person than you expected.  To you, Marietta, I have given a truly loving
daughter, and a chance to make that relationship even closer, while helping
you to find out what pleases you sexually - what YOU came to me for."

   They both spluttered a bit.  Marietta found words first.  "But you have
forced me to have incest with my daughter!"

   "No," I replied, still calmly "I tricked you both, a bit, by not letting
you know who your partner was, but I forced neither of you to do anything
you didn't want to do.  As for the incest bit, well incest laws have their
place, but they are primarily to prevent inbreeding and the genetic
problems resulting from it, and to prevent adult parents from taking
advantage of their underage children.  You two are consenting, if not fully
informed, adults, and neither of you is likely to give birth to mutants in
the wake of what you have done here tonight."

   Tess stared at me, open-mouthed, not quite sure how to react.

   Vanessa, lagging a little, it seemed, tried to catch up.  "But - but
she's my MOTHER!"

   "That's true, and obvious.  What's your point?"

   She struggled with her reply, then after several false starts, "I can't
have sex with my MOTHER!"

   "Why not?"

   "B-because!" she was still lagging behind, "It's not right!"

   "Why is it not right?" I asked, "Is it a question of morality or
legality, or just the fact that you don't even perceive your mother as a
sexual person?"

   "I - we - Oh!" the padded floor greatly diminshed the effect of her foot
stamping, though her breasts jiggled provocatively when she tried, "You've
got me all confused!"

   "Well, then," I went into lecture mode, "let's see if we can clear up
some of that confusion for you."

   "All your life, you have had it pounded into you that sex between
parents and their children is taboo, for unspecified reasons.  I've already
addressed inbreeding and child abuse, so let's look at perceptions. 
Certainly, most kids grow up with an asexual image of their parents. 
That's why teenagers get grossed out if they happen to witness their
parents in a sexual act.  For some reason, even though they might consider
sex with other adults, kids just don't think of their parents as sex
objects.  From now on, however, it's going to be hard for you to look at
your mother without remembering the pleasure you gave to each other
tonight. I'd be willing to bet that none of the girls or guys that you've
been with in your generation have made you feel as good."

   Turning to Marietta, I continued, "As for you, you may not have thought
of your daughter in a sexual context before tonight, but you will never
have that luxury again.  Each time you see her, you will remember the
pleasure you shared tonight."

   I paused and let them think about that for a while.

   "Look, you have shared something wonderful tonight.  The fact that your
mother, and your daughter," I pointed at each in turn, "was your partner
makes it even more wonderful.  Now, instead of sharing just the love of
mother and daughter, you can also share the intimacy of lovers.  If you
don't let the myths of your upbringing get in the way, you two can share
many more wonderful moments together."

   I glanced at my watch, "It's getting late.  I only have one guest room,
but the bed is big enough for two, if you want to sleep together,
otherwise, one of you can sleep down here.  There are blankets in that
cabinet, and plenty of padded surfaces to use for a bed."

   They shared a look and followed me up the stairs, each retrieving items
of Vanessa's clothes on the way.

   I locked the door to my room and let the dogs sleep inside, just in
case, but when I heard moans and heavy breathing from the guest room, and
heard the headboard pounding against the wall, I figured they'd made a
decision.