Message-ID: <17701eli$9811302044@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17701.txt> From: catservant@hotmail.com Subject: Reunion (MFMFFfM, teen, quasi-incest, religion) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <73ocfp$lso$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Disclaimer: this story deals with group sexual contact, involving married and, in one case, slightly underage people, and is not intended to be read by anyone under 18. The individuals and college involved are all, AFAIK, entirely fictional. This is my first posted effort at erotic writing and it makes no pretensions to be anything other than some thoughts I find arousing. Everything and everyone in the story is the product of my over-active imagination, with one exception: the PC game described exists (try a web search for 4play95); I have no other connection with its maker than that of a happy customer. Friendly Email is welcome to: catservant@hotmail.com ------------------------------------------------- Paul took the first roll in the Monopoly style game, and bought the "Kitty Club"; Mark followed him, buying "One Hour Photo". Mark’s wife Beth won a few game dollars at the Lotto, and then Anne did something rather exciting: landed on Mark’s new property and hit the "play" button rather than "pay". Up came instructions on screen "Everyone will watch as Anne and Mark kiss very thoroughly". Anne—rather exotically good-looking for this small Illinois town—glanced over at her long-ago classmate Beth, who smiled (maybe rather tipsily; just how accustomed any of the seven were to the liquor that was being passed around was an open question). Taking that as assent, Anne reached over and put her hands on Mark’s shoulders. Five pairs of eyes watched closely indeed (with a few glances spared for Mark’s wife and Anne’s daughter) as the two, shared a long and increasingly sexy-- and adulterous-- kiss. As everyone continued to stare at the two lip-locked missionaries, Anne’s adopted daughter spoke up, her Japanese accent sweetly prominent "Perhaps I should take my turn while they….." The party had been quite stunned by the revelation that Anne, while still "in the field" in Japan had adopted a thirteen year old orphan so that they could continue as lovers when Anne left the country…..and the fact that everyone entirely accepted the most unorthodox (and still illegal) relationship had probably put the finishing touches on the group bonding that led to this somewhat dangerous game. Tamiko, very pretty and quiet at "sweet sixteen", rolled (via the laptop’s trackball), and landed on the "Free Clinic" (where Jail would be on a conventional board). David was next, landed just behind Tammy on the "Grab Bag", and read out his text, "David, if any of the ladies are wearing a skirt or dress, you can be bold and sneak a peak up it." As it happened, all four ladies present qualified (including David’s wife, Shawna, who, with only six places available in the game, had elected to watch); everybody in the room was dressed as conservatively as one might expect after the 10th reunion of the Class of 19--, Baptist Bible College of T----, Illinois. David, tall, hefty, African-American, and dressed like the Baptist preacher he still was, smiled big, stood up-- Mark and Anne finally breaking their fervent kiss to watch— and observed that he’d often caught such glimpses from the pulpit, but never this close up. Beth said, "me first", turning her chair away from the circle and motioning with a shake of her head and long brown hair that David should follow, leaning back in her chair and raising her legs so that the big black guy had a lovely and well lit shot all the way up her long dress. "What’s our Beth wearing, Dave?" "Imagine you’ll find out, Paul; your game seems to have strip poker pretty well beat" Anne beckoned him around the circle, and she and Tamiko both turned their chairs so that David could peep up their skirts. In the meantime, Paul (who had, after discussion had ruled out strip poker because not a pack of cards was to be had among them, mentioned that he had a rather naughty game for six tucked away on his laptop) threw and bought a second square; Dave, having enjoyed his vista of lovely Filipina-American and Japanese legs, walked over to his wife, "you’re in a dress too, honey" "thought I was watching, but OK, nothing you haven’t seen a thousand times". Shawna, sitting on the bed, raised the hem of her mid-calf print dress and leaned back…..which gave Beth and Anne a beautiful view of very slim ebony legs in white stockings, and the pastor’s wife’s bare thighs all the way up to lacy pink panties. Neither Mark nor Paul could resist turning for a glance; "well, I’m on show for everybody….you might as well come around David, Tamiko, and have an eyeful too" "Sorry, Shawna, couldn’t help myself", said Paul, (neither he or any of the other classmates had met Dave’s young— closer to Tammy than to the thirtysomething others-- wife before the weekend) "I feel damn guilty that you’re cut out of the game". "Yeah", winking one pretty dark eye behind her wire-rims, "I think y’all are going to have a lot of fun". "Shawna, Dave, here’s a thought," continued Paul, "how about when the ladies throw doubles, Shawna takes their second throws". "Sounds fair" "Cool!" "It sounds GREAT", added Mark "didn’t seem quite fair that my lady was in the game and Dave’s lovely wasn’t….but we could hardly cut this old bachelor here out of his own game." With that, Mark took his throw, on to Paul’s Lounge, and hit play "oops, didn’t mean to do that"-- Paul was to lie on the floor and Mark give him a massage and loosen him up. "Hey it’s cool, man, just old Bible school buddies", Paul grinned, getting face down on the motel’s old carpet, "come get some of these knots out of my shoulders". Beth, meanwhile threw and bought "Eats"; "doubles, Shawna". "Great", she said, coming over and getting to buy "Rooms by the Hour" for Beth, "this isn’t really gonna get moving until all these things get bought". "Feels good there on the lower back, buddy", Paul said as Anne landed on Beth’s spot, and miss-hit "pay" "Oh Fuck!!, I wanted to *play* with Beth…always did" Her four classmates did double takes; every adult here had lost their faith one way or another, and had left or was in the process of leaving their ministries, and all were in the process of getting tipsy and wildly lewd, but hearing "Fuck" from a lady missionary (albeit ex-) was still a bit..... Tamiko landed on Beth’s property "Tamiko, it's your lucky day...you get to sneak a hand into Beth’s dress and bra and feel a nipple briefly. Make it nice for her." "Is that OK, Mrs. Hazlitt? Anne likes….." "Tammy, I’d think you should call me Beth...I mean, what we’re doing...." she trailed off, "Tamiko, I’ve never been....had a woman touch me like....but you’re very, very beautiful; I always did admire the Asian girls Mark and I met during our work in Amsterdam....and I really don’t think sixteen is too....OH, come here," Beth smiled, taking Tamiko’s small hand and putting it on her shoulder as everyone else watched raptly, the guy’s massage abandoned. The Japanese teen stared down at Beth’s breasts, easily noticeable through the thick wool—Beth’s long face was not strictly beautiful, but her figure had drawn unscriptural attention from even the strictest Baptist college boys and led to plenty of bouts of onanism and repentance. Continued in Part II -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>