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[continued]
NEW NEIGHBORS
Chapter 8
"Newer Neighbors"
The summer flew by and now there were only a few weeks of it left,
and Jim and Dana put them to good use. Dana started an aerobics class
around the pool, and the skimpy outfits that the women wore ensured that
a large contingent of males joined in as well. Jim went into the office
diligently, but he put in as little over-time as possible to hurry home
to his wife who had seemingly become a nymphomaniac. If the weekends
were sunny enough they were now both out sunning in thong suits, and
both received ample offers from admiring on-lookers from the complex,
many of which they considered but hadn't acted on. This led, one
evening, to the following conversation:
"You know, Jim," Dana began one evening, "we made a great choice in
coming to live here."
"That we did, sweet stuff," he heartily agreed.
"And we've made the best of friends in Mike and Barbara."
Jim thought back on all the sex and friendship they'd shared. He
hadn't had another encounter with a man, and although he remained firmly
committed to love of the opposite sex, he didn't feel ashamed of that
night. "I agree with that last statement as well."
Dana looked over at him on the couch from behind the breakfast
counter, her bared shoulders leading up to her flawless neck and
recently curled highlighted locks and continued, "But I think it's time
we made some more friends. I love Barbara and Mike, but there are so
many other nice people around here that it seems to me like we're
missing out on other friendships that we could be forming."
Jim stretched out on the couch and thought about that for a minute.
Finally he replied, "I guess you're right. And it's not like we haven't
had the chance to get to know others. What do you have in mind?"
"Well, first, I want to know if it's okay to have friends over during
the day while you're away. There are lots of people in my class I could
have over for a drink to kind of feel out and see if they might be good
candidates for us to become better friends with. What do you think?"
"C'mere babe and I'll show you what I think." Dana walked around to
where he was stretched out in his cut-off shorts and t-shirt. He pulled
her down to him and gave her a deep kiss, the kind that sent shivers of
excitement through her taut body. His hand gripped her ass and she
could feel his stiffness through the shorts. He rolled them over so
that she was now beneath him, lifted her shirt up over her pointing
breasts and began tonguing the upthrust breasts. She dropped her head
back luxuriating in this kind of treatment, and lifted her one knee
enough to make firm contact with his crotch. His hands roamed over her
tanned skin and finally dropped down to slide her own short shorts off.
She had given up wearing underwear, and as he slid the black nylon
shorts off of her he slid down until he stared directly at her shaven
crotch.
Both had continued to keep themselves completely hairless in their
pubic areas, and Dana again felt every touch and breath without
interference from the dark curly hairs that used to reside there. Jimmy
touched the tip of his tongue to the swollen red clit that had nowhere
to hide and her juices began to flow freely. He inserted his middle
finger slowly as he licked around her pussy, and Dana instinctively
arched her back in pleasure. He reached up with his free hand to
tightly caress a firm breast as he brought her to climax again and
again.
When she had had enough she removed his hand from her swollen nipple
and sat up. "Show yourself, you sex machine!" so Jimmy sat up and
slipped his cut-offs down to his ankles. Dana moved to sit on the floor
and Jimmy leaned back, legs apart, while she dipped down upon his
full-mast. Before he could pump her mouth she withdrew and sat up
higher so that his cock stood straight up between her breasts. She
leaned forward, pushing her firm tits together trapping him between
them, and gave him a chest-fuck until he couldn't hold back anymore.
Leaning forward over her head which he clutched tightly, he pumped as
hard as he could, drenching her chest and neck in his sticky semen.
When he finally sat back, she used her warm palms to rub the fluid
into her skin, smiling up at him. "I think," he said, "we've reached an
agreement."
"I'll do my best," she smiled back at him, "to find us some more good
friends."
Jimmy knew exactly what she meant and how she meant to go about
finding new friends. "It'll be worth it," he mused as she cuddled up.
*************************
The next day dawned overcast, but soon a high front moved in and
shooed away all the dark clouds. The humidity was down, unusually so
for August, and Dana expected a large group for her aerobics class. She
donned her L.A. Gear two piece work-out outfit and headed out to
poolside with her boombox.
There were about 2 dozen people from the complex assembling around
the pool, including about a half dozen new faces. This was pretty
normal since Dana was being paid by the complex management rather than
by each student. Anyone in the complex could join in as part of the
condo fee, so the group was always a new mix of familiar and new.
Many were in aerobic gear, but some had come to swim and then work-out
in their swimsuits. She began the warm-up routine, and got the crowd
up to cardiovascular intensity before long.
As she led the class she noticed two faces in particular that she
thought she might try to get to know better. The first belonged to a
young Asian woman wearing an outdated black one-piece swimsuit. Her
make-up was done to perfection, but her taste in clothes was abysmal.
The other new face she noticed was a petite sandy haired female. She
wore a shimmering gold leotard that was cut high on the hip to accent
her long (for her overall size) and shapely legs.
When the class was over she beckoned for the two to meet her by the
portable stereo deck. The petite one bounded up and the oriental woman
came up more slowly. She asked their names and received back "Janie" in
a southern accent and "Kiko" in staccato. Dana and Janie made some
small talk for a little bit until Dana invited them both over to her
place for a bite to eat. Both agreed and when they had gathered up
their things they headed over to it.
Dana made some tuna salads for them all while they relaxed in the
dining room just next to the kitchen. Kiko answered questions when she
was asked, but in halting English. She seemed glad to be invited in,
though. Janie, Dana learned, had recently moved to the complex with her
husband from Mobile, Alabama. She had a quick sense of humor, and made
them all laugh frequently with he witicisms. Sometimes, though, they
had to explain to Kiko what they were laughing about and why. Dana
poured them wine with their meal, and by the end of it they were all
giggling.
Kiko, it turned out, had come from Japan with her husband in the
early spring to the complex. He was a fast-rising young executive in
a Japanese owned electronics firm with a factory in the states. She had
married him only months before the move, but she loved him enough to
want to make the marriage work no matter where they lived. She hadn't
gone to college despite her ability to academically, but had chosen
marriage as her career, and hoped one day to catch on at flower shop.
Dana marveled to herself at the beauty of Kiko's face and figure.
She had large brown eyes that tapered sexily, but held a hint of self-
consciousness that lent an air of innocence. Her pouty red lips usually
had a slight part when she wasn't speaking, showing a hint of pearly
white teeth. She had high cheekbones that were rouged just the right
amount, and her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, most likely to
keep out of her way during her work-out. Her neck was exposed that way
and curved sensuously from her beautiful face to her delicate shoulders.
Dana marveled as well at how poorly fit the suit was to Kiko's
obviously curvacious figure. It couldn't hide her firm and full breasts
nor the small waist and buttocks, but it was cut low on her hips and
nearly covered her torso up to her neck.
Janie, on the other hand, had long curly reddish color hair, a pretty
face even if her nose was a little too pointy, and a muscular trim
figure. As she noticed before, Janie's legs were long and attractive,
and she knew how to show them off.
Eventually the conversation turned to how they liked living in the
complex. Janie said, "What with moving in and my night job at the post
office I haven't really met too many folks here. I like the pool crowd,
though, and I've seen quite a few male backsides that I'd love to get a
hold of." They all laughed at that. "I've noticed, though," she
continued, "that a number of folks around here seem to go both ways."
Kiko looked puzzled and asked, "What you mean, 'go both ways'?"
Janie giggled, gave a knowing look to Dana, and leaned over close to
Kiko's ear. "You know," she whispered, "when men like men, and women
like women."
Meaning dawned in Kiko's eyes and she started giggling at Janie's
mock seriousness. "Oh, yes. I know what you mean. Like when they say
A/C D/C. I'm right?"
"Y'all got it," Janie agreed.
Dana pursued the subject, and asked them, "What do you think about
people who go both ways?"
Janie thought a minute, and then replied, "I don't know, really. I
haven't ever really thought about it. What about you, Kiko?"
"It is strictly forbidden in Japan," she replied.
"Yes, but we aren't in Japan, are we?" Dana countered, which brought
thoughtful pauses from the other two. Then she changed the subject, and
commented on Kiko's suit. "It's nice, but you have too nice a figure to
be hiding it in that old thing. I have some new suits in the bedroom I
think might fit you. Would you like to try one on?"
Kiko agreed, so all three went back into Dana and Jimmy's bedroom.
Dana rummaged in a drawer looking for just the right thing, while Janie
helped Kiko slip out of the suit. When Dana chose a deep green maillot
for her to try on and turned to give it to her, she knew that her
earlier assesment of this girl's figure had been correct. Her breasts
were full and round, with small pointed nipples. She had a small bush
between her shapely legs which was mostly hidden behind her hands as she
stood shyly before them with nothing on. Dana gave her the suit and she
turned her back to step into it.
When she had it on she turned back around for their opinions. It fit
well enough, showing off her shoulders quite nicely, but it still
covered too much of her torso for Dana's taste. She told Kiko to slip
it back off because she thought she knew exactly which suit for her to
try on. After a brief search she found it.
As she handed this one to Kiko and took back the maillot she noticed
that in the cool air-conditioned air and the gazes of herself and Janie
that Kiko's nipples had stiffened considerably, making the breasts point
up. She turned again and slipped on this second suit, but had to get a
hand from Janie to figure it out. It was a multi-colored figure-eight
suit that wound it's way around her body. Starting at the shoulders it
followed her contours crossing on her back, around her waist to the
front where the two pieces met at the crotch. After barely covering her
derrier they wound again around her waist to work up and over her
breasts back to the shoulders. It was a slinky suit that showed a lot
of skin and made the most of Kiko's figure.
When it was all in place on her she stepped back for their scrutiny
and received back longing looks from both. Dana stepped over to her to
adjust the fabric over her left breast and then to make sure that the
two pieces crossed exactly center between both. She purposely brushed
the hard nipple in doing so, and after doing so looked into Kiko's big
eyes. A little gasp escaped between the slightly parted wet lips and
Dana couldn't help but lean over and kiss them. Kiko stepped back after
two seconds of contact and looked a little frightened at what she had
just done. But it was just then that Janie stepped up behind her and
whispered up into her ear, "It's okay, sugar. You're a beautiful girl
that anyone would desire. You're attracted to Dana, too, or you
wouldn't be back here taking your clothes off. You're not in Japan
anymore, and it's okay."
The quiet words had their effect and she didn't step back when Dana
reached out her arms. She stepped into them, closing her eyes and
giving herself over to the heat she felt boiling up inside. They kissed
lightly, then deeper, Dana's tongue searching the warm moistness. She
ran her hands up and down Kiko's tingling body and then pulled her in
closer for a firmer embrace as their kiss lingered. Finally the two
parted, but Dana held her hand and led her to the bed. Kiko laid down
on the bed and Dana laid down next to her. She leaned over her to again
kiss those inviting lips and her hand began caressing one of the
upthrust breasts through the fabric. Dana could sense Kiko's quickened
breathing at the touch and then felt a hand touching her arm gently.
Kiko stroked the arm of the hand that was stimulating her breast, and
then returned Dana's kiss with tongue probes of her own. Dana slipped
her hand under the fabric and slid it off of Kiko's shoulder.
Janie laid down on the bed on the other side and completed the
process of removing Kiko's suit. When that was accomplished, she
stepped off of the bed and began undressing Dana, first sliding off the
bottom and then the top piece of her outfit. She slipped out of her own
tight outfit and laid again next to Kiko. While Dana continued to kiss
Kiko's mouth, Janie started kissing her shoulder and arm. She kissed
around where Dana was stroking and rubbing Kiko's exposed breast, and
when the hand moved over to the other breast Janie began sucking and
licking the free one near her.
Kiko had lived rather solitarily since relocating to the states and
was starved for companionship. Her husband worked long and hard hours
and was often not home until very late at night. She wanted to fit in
in this new country, but more than that she was drawn to this American.
She had never considered loving a woman before, and was still relatively
new at loving a man, but the forbidden thought was possessing her now.
The tenderness of the kisses, the excitement of her nakedness before
them, the sensuality of both these women, and the stimulation of their
caresses on her body led her to give herself to them.
Soon Janie had kissed her way down to Kiko's belly. She kissed
her way into the dark patch of hair, but when she did Kiko broke away
from the kiss to sit up. "My husband says that women are dirty down
there, and that it should not be touched with mouth." Dana gently
pushed her back down and assured her most certainly that women were not
dirty, and that ALL of her parts were beautiful and desirable. Kiko
accepted her words and slightly spread her legs. Janie then kissed her
way further south into the musky regions found there.
*******************
Dana could tell, while kissing Kiko, when Janie found her way into
Kiko's dark bush with her kisses. Kiko nearly sucked her tongue out.
According to her own testimony she had never experienced oral sex
before, and her reaction bore her out. Dana finally disengaged herself
from the wet mouth and began sucking on the closest breast offered.
Kiko hugged her head to her chest in a nearly crushing embrace.
Dana gave her a good tonguing that brought the nipple to a hard point as
Kiko shivered her pleasure.
Eventually Dana tired of this and moved herself up so that she was
kneeling over Kiko's face. She looked down as she lowered her hairless
pubescence upon the red wet lips. She felt herself slickening up as her
crack came into contact with a hungry mouth. Kiko lifted her arms to
grab her thighs and pull her down fully and began to slowly lick her way
along and then into the wet crack. Dana had a good view of Kiko getting
the better part of her twat into her mouth. The sight of her bared
snatch almost always caught Dana by surprise, but the heightened
feelings from its exposure continued to make the daily shavings worth
it.
Janie, though, was working her way in and around the dark bush of
Kiko. She noticed that the musky scent and drippings were slightly
different in odor and taste than her own. She stretched her own slim
build out next to Kiko's with her legs up near Kiko's head. Then she
had to slide herself away some from Kiko because Dana slowly leaned over
towards her, all the while keeping her pussy clamped into Kiko's mouth.
The result was that they formed a triangle of love, with Janie eating
Kiko, Kiko tonguing Dana, and Dana doing a cunnilingus number on Janie.
The results were also very mutual, for when Janie's lovemaking began to
bring Kiko to a climax, that was translated into Kiko eating Dana all
the more zestfully, which had the same effect on Dana as she buried her
face in Janie's muff. The ecstasy built and was multiplied as it went
round and round the threesome until they each thought they would drown
in the other's juices. Tongues and jaw muscles gave way long before
anyone would have chosen to stop the circle of love, but reality finally
set in and they dropped away from each other in exhaustion.
Then they began to share some of their fantasies as they curled up
together. Dana shared her fantasy of a romantic evening for two,
complete with dinner, dancing, and a cruise ship. It ended with her
making love on stage with all the other passengers applauding her golden
performance.
Janie's was a little more on the dark side. She shared secret
longings that her cousin (whom she'd had a crush on all her life) give
her a good spanking for her illicit desire for him, followed by his
demand that she go down on him and 2 or 3 of his well-hung friends.
Kiko's turn came and she just quietly shared that she didn't know how
to go down on a man, that she'd always wanted to try, but her husband
wouldn't let her because he thought it was a "dirty" thing to do. Both
Dana and Janie started to give her advice when --
"Hey Honey! I'm home. Sal told me to get out of the noisy office
and finish this report at home by tomorrow." And they could hear him
rummaging around out in the kitchen for a snack.
Dana jumped up, grabbed her robe out of the closet and whispered to
them, "Don't move and don't make a sound. I'll take care of this."
Kiko was frozen solid with fear, and Janie just slowly slid under the
covers to cover her nakedness.
They couldn't hear what went on in the next room, but only about a
minute later Dana returned leading Jimmy in by the hand. Kiko glanced
up in shame, but noticed that Dana's husband wasn't staring at her
because he had a scarf tied around his head covering his eyes. Dana
told them, "This is Jimmy. Jimmy, these are two of my new friends, but
I'm not sure that they were expecting to meet you so soon, and in these
circumstances."
Jim tipped a can of coke back and drank blindly, and said, "Well
Dear, you did say that you were going to make some new friends, so I'll
give you that. What happens now?"
"I was thinking," Dana said coyly, "that you might help one of my
friends with a problem she has."
"Sure thing, what can I do?"
"Just leave that to us," she replied and began loosening his tie.
She pulled it out from under his collar and then helped him slip his
jacket off. Turning to Kiko and Janie she motioned for them to take
over as she sat down on a nearby chair. Janie went for his shirt,
forcing Kiko, if she was going to help at all, to work on Jim's pants.
He slipped his arms out of the sleeves and then after shucking his shoes
stepped out of his pants. The bulge in his bikini briefs barely held
him in, giving further evidence of his willingness to help. He sensed
that many hands were undressing him, but he couldn't tell if Dana was
still in on it. The warm hands had their effect anyway.
Dana then began directing their actions referring to Janie and Kiko
as "J" and "K". "J" was told to show "K" how to begin the process. "J"
was obviously familiar with this routine, for she didn't just grab his
wang out and start sucking. She caressed his stiffness through the
fabric while kissing his belly. She rubbed her small breasts across his
thighs letting him feel the nipples with each movement. Finally she
guided his tool straight up so that it poked out of the top and began
giving the tip small wet kisses.
Then she slid his briefs down for him to step out of and took in the
sight of his member at full salute right before her eyes as she kneeled
before him. Dana did a running commentary for "K"'s sake on "J"'s
technique. "J" caressed Jim's balls and licked all over his hairless
crotch area leaving a wet trail wherever she'd been. Then she began
kissing up and down his shaft, interspersing wet licks along the way.
She made like she was nibbling his balls, but "K" could see that it was
with her lips wrapped over her teeth. "J" kissed and licked her way
back up and then eased her mouth onto the head. She sucked slightly,
but her tongue was doing a furious number as it circled round and round
it. Her hand got a good grip on the shaft and stroked downward, forcing
the head to swell in her mouth even more. Keeping a firm but not
forceful grip on his cock's base, she slowly slid her mouth up and down,
taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Dana was urging her on,
goading her to go ever farther onto him. Jimmy was slightly above
average in length, as opposed to her own husband who was very short but
thick in cock size, and she found that she wasn't prepared to take him
all the way in.
Instead, she slowly eased up the treatment which she could tell didn't
make Jimmy very happy, and when he was extracted from her mouth she
squeezed the tip of his penis forcing the blood back out. This had the
effect of taking the wind from his sails.
He perked back up a little when he heard his wife say, "Now "K",
it's your turn. Try to do it just as "J" did."
"J" helped Jim pull his briefs back up, ready for round two.
Tentatively, Kiko knelt before him. She reached out and placed her open
hand on the front of his underwear and felt him stiffen at the contact.
She leaned in close and lightly kissed his belly. She didn't move her
hand on his crotch, but gently left it there while she gave ever so
slight kisses to his tight abdomen. Her other hand circled around him
to caress his buns. Of its own accord his prick now stood out the top
of his bikinis and his hands reached down to play with her hair. Her
kisses finally found their way to the head of his protruding cock, and
she licked it slowly with just the tip of her tongue. Her hand on his
crotch pulled the small cotton briefs down and she licked her way down
him as he became further exposed. Her other hand slid into the back
side of his shorts and pulled them down past his knees where he then
stepped out of them.
Kiko then grabbed his cock and began to stroke him up and down.
After only the second stroke Jimmy gasped in pain and Dana admonished
her for not lubricating him first. She murmurred an apology and then
gave the wettest licks she could all up and down the shaft. When she
finished and grabbed him again it brought feelings of pleasure this time
instead of pain. His member stiffened up to its full height, and his
fingers intertwined in her hair, assuring him that she would not get far
away before she was done. Her one hand was still behind him caressing
his smooth cheeks, and as the fingers played in and around his crack he
spread his legs for her easier access. She took the hint and poked and
probed with her middle finger.
Jimmy's cock was now aching to be eaten and again she responded. Her
wet lips wrapped themselves around his thick poker and both her mouth
and her hand worked him up and down. He aided the rhythm with his hands
on the back of her head, and soon had her travelling up and down the
entire length. When he felt himself reaching the point of no return he
released her hair and at Dana's urging Kiko sucked and swallowed as fast
as she could as he exploded down the back of her throat.
She continued to pump and bob and it felt excruciatingly good to him.
Her finger had buried itself in his backside as he came, and he was sure
she would have to gag on the amount he felt he was shooting into her.
But she kept up, and when his spasms subsided, eased her mouth off while
palming him gently. Dana was beside herself with the double pleasure of
helping her new-found friend have her first "taste" of felatio, and
seeing her man being eaten by a sexy young woman from the East.
She led Jim to the bed, still blindfolded, and tucked him under the
covers where he curled up and drifted off to sleep. She then helped
Kiko back into the figure-8 swim suit, brushed her hair back into place,
kissed little Janie "thanks" and sent the two of them on their way for
the afternoon.
She then went back to the bedroom and snuggled in beside her husband
and soon had joined him in dreamland.
NEW NEIGHBORS
Chapter 9
"All Together"
But Dana had plans to help Kiko further with her problems. She
called Barb and Janie, explained her idea to the two of them, and they
set the party plans for the next Saturday night. She called Kiko to see
if they were free that night and got the go-ahead. Kiko also thanked
her for the new slinky swimsuit, and told her how much her husband,
Kazuhiko, had appreciated it. Their sexual activity had increased, she
reported, and it had come as a direct effect of her own self-assurance,
gained mostly from the little "lesson" Dana had given. Kaz, she
explained, still hadn't gone in for oral sex, but he did seem open to
trying different positions in different rooms in the condo, and that was
a step in the right direction.
Saturday night arrived, and Dana and Jim's place was decorated for an
intimate gathering of friends. Jim, Mike, and Gary (Janie's husband)
had been clued in to the evening's goal, and all were set to do their
parts. Dana had lit dozens of candles around the rooms, and other
lights had either been turned off or turned down low. It was still late
summer, but the evening had turned cooler, relieving them of the
humidity that had been lingering for days. Dress was casual for men,
and minimal for women.
The guys sported polo or cotton shirts and Bermuda shorts, and the
ladies wore either short-short skirts or tight fitting shorts and
cut-off shirts or gauzy see throughs with nothing underneath. Gary was
only slightly taller than the diminutive Janie, but was of excellent
build and shape as was she. Janie had on a cut-off shirt and tight
shorts, Dana a see-through blouse and mini-skirt, and Barb a
form-fitting spandex dress. Their make-up was subtle but provocative,
and the perfume they wore surrounded them in a sultry aura of odiferous
delight.
When Kiko and Kaz arrived, drinks and snacks were already being
consumed. Everyone introduced themselves and the mingling began. Kiko
wore a black leotard v-cut in the front, and a pale yellow skirt that
showed the rest of the outline of the leotard beneath. Jim admired her
from the back, and how the garment beneath the skirt ended in a french-
cut. Her hair was brushed full and down around her shoulders, and her
full red lips stood out amidst her pale face.
Kaz was of average height, maybe slightly taller than Gary, and was
in his early twenties. He was of average build, but had a genuine smile
and laugh that put everyone at ease immediately.
The evening wore on, and the drinks flowed freely as the music played
a pulsing beat just below the surface of the conversation. Neither Kiko
nor Kaz had noticed that Dana had been absent from the room for awhile
until Jim announced that it was time for the entertainment
He turned out the electric lights so that the living room only glowed
in the light of the candles. He popped a CD into the deck and everyone
settled back on chairs, the couch or the floor for what was to come.
The music started off slowly, but began to swell as Dana slowly danced
into the room wearing a long white dress. In the dimness of the lights
it was still possible to see that her underclothes were of a dark
material. She snaked in, and as she moved to the music slid the dress
off of her shoulders, over her breasts, down past her waist until she
continued her dance covered only in a sheer black body stocking. Her
body was discernable through the nylon fabric, but in the dimness was
not fully exposed.
Her dance was slinky and provocative, and her eyes never looked at
anyone, always focusing above their heads, which allowed them to all
absorb her movements without the discomfort of feeling like they were
staring. She moved and flowed with the music, and her hands which were
covered with white lace gloves, could be seen travelling over her thinly
clothed body. They frequently caressed her full breasts, and as the
music slowed she lay on the floor still moving, but mostly stimulating
herself.
As the music again began to increase in volume and tempo she
increased the tempo of her masturbation, but worked her way over to Jim
at the same time. When she reached him she turned her attention from
herself to him, and while all watched she stroked his crotch through his
shorts and then unzipped and unbuttoned him. She slid his shorts down
past his knees, pulled his bikinis down with her white-gloved hands and
began to suck his stiffened cock. When he was fully erect and just
getting into it, she gave him one last hard suck and moved to his right
to Mike. She repeated the procedure so that he too was fully erect and
in need of further attention.
Then it was on to Gary, who already had his shorts down around his
ankles and had been palming himself to the music as she'd given head to
the first two. When he was good and stiff she crawled past him to Kaz.
He'd known it was coming and weakly protested when she began rubbing
his crotch through his shorts. But Kiko urged him to close his eyes and
relax, and Dana was able to move his hands out of their defensive
position with little difficulty. She dropped his shorts and his boxers
and found a nice stiff cock awaiting her anxious mouth. She lowered her
lips down to the head of his nice long prick and began to lick him
slowly but with persistent strokes. He shuddered in spite of his
reservations, and soon she took him fully into her mouth.
Kaz couldn't see, nor tell, that as his male member was being
engulfed, the ladies had begun to remove their own clothing. He kept
his eyes closed, leaned his head back, and enjoyed this previously
forbidden delight.
Barb had pulled off her top, exposing her large jugs. Janie was
already down to the buff, and even Kiko took off her skirt. Her leotard
indeed was the thong variety, and her smooth rounded buttocks glowed in
the candlelight. She slid past Kaz to kneel next to Dana, and quickly
"stepped" in for her.
When she turned to the others she saw that they had formed an
interesting arrangement. Gary was sitting on the floor with his back to
the couch, and Barb had lowered her mouth around his shaft while on her
knees. Janie had worked her head up under Barb's crotch and was eating
her dark pussy while lying on her back, and Mike had positioned himself
over her and was ramming into her with his over-sized wang.
She saw Jim by himself admiring still the backside of Kiko who was up
on her knees leaning over and sucking off her husband Kaz. Dana
gestured him over, and with a smile of gratitude he crawled up behind
Kiko. The cheeks beckoned him onward and inward, with only a thin
string of material between them, but that was easily moved aside. This
he did, and with his other hand guided his pointer toward the moist pink
crack gleaming out at him. He could hear her gasp as he pushed his way
in, but then she leaned back toward him, spreading her legs apart
slightly more to accommodate his urgent thrusts. Soon he was buried up
to the hilt, and rhythmically rocked her ass into his thighs as her
tight pussy begrudgingly received his thrusts.
Now Dana, who had planned and begun this whole scene, began to feel
left out, so she crawled up onto the couch, slipped the body stocking
down off her shoulders and over her chest, and presented one of her
excited nipples to the mouth of Kaz. He instinctively began sucking the
small pointed nipple pushing its way into his mouth, and when he peeked
through his eyes, he was startled to see Dana there instead of between
his legs. He had assumed that she was the one still down there licking
and sucking him, and that Kiko had offered him one of her pert breasts.
So then he glanced down to see his young wife enthusiastically bobbing
forward and back on his aching dick, and that Dana's husband was behind
her slamming his own crotch into her from behind. He gave up trying to
make "heads or tails" of the situation and gave himself over to the
physical ecstasy he was enjoying, despite his reservations. He may
never have gone in for oral sex before, but he did appreciate a firm
breast in his mouth, and he knew how to tickle, suck, and lick one to
the enjoyment of its owner.
Jim couldn't hold back anymore and gave up his cream to the tight
twat that he had wedged himself into. Kiko stopped sucking off her
husband as she rocked her creamy smooth legs to the rhythm of Jim's
bursts inside her. Dana slid her bodystocking all the way off to get
directly at her own pussy as she watched her hubby's look of ecstasy.
She was still sitting on the couch next to Kaz, who still was leaning
over and nibbling on her swollen breasts. As she spread her legs to
begin rubbing between them with her fingers, Kiko slid over past her
husband's legs and aimed her own mouth at the vortex of delight that
Dana had begun to explore. When Kaz got over his shock at what his wife
was doing he released Dana's nipples and stepped down to the floor
behind Kiko. Jimmy stepped over Kiko's back, facing backwards
straddling, but not sitting on her. He reached down and spread her oily
buttocks apart as far as they would go, and held them apart as Kaz
couldn't help but hit her wide-open darkly framed slit.
His oiled prick slid smoothly into her already lubricated pussy, and
with Jimmy holding her cheeks apart, was able to penetrate her further
than he ever had before. Jimmy finally stepped over and off of her, and
looked to see his young bride's cunt being eaten by this oriental vixen
as her husband gave a slow-fuck from behind. Next to him he could see
the other five group-groping now on the floor. Just then the doorbell
rang and everyone froze in place.
NEW NEIGHBORS
Chapter 10
"The Associate"
Casandra tooled down the highway, her car's top down, and auburn hair
blowing freely in the wind. She gazed ahead at the swiftly moving
traffic with steely grey eyes, her purpose determined. On the seat next
to her was some work from the office, most of it inconsequential,
though.
She was still in her mid-twenties, but was rising in the corporation
at meteoric speed. She had come to the consulting firm from one of the
Big 8 accounting firms, and had a real head for numbers. Fortunately
she had a figure with some pretty impressive numbers as well, and she
used them to greatest efficiency. She wasn't a tramp, but she used
every means available for advancing her career, and those she used the
means on came away grateful for such use even if they were left behind
by her in corporate dust.
Her destination was her immediate supervisor, a tall good looking
young executive named Jim, who was recently transferred to this office.
She had only come under his supervision within the past couple of
months, shortly after he had moved here, but she could see that he was
headed places, and she wanted to tag along for the ride if it proved
that she couldn't outpace him directly. This visit was ostensibly to
bring him some paper work she would claim needed his attention right
away, but her real purpose in seeing him was to scope out his natural
habitat, and see what kind of competition his wife could give her.
She licked her lips in an almost carnivorous way as she anticipated
what the night would bring. She didn't know this part of town, but was
impressed with the facade of the complex where he lived as she pulled
up. It was only an apartment complex, but it was handsomely landscaped
and appealing to the eye. She parked, opened the door and swiveled to
extend her long, thin legs out of it. Her skirt was low enough for
decorum, but the little v-slit in the side hinted at desirably creamy
thighs beyond sight. She wore a blouse and a light-weight blazer, with
a scarf around her neck that tucked into the plunging neckline of the
blouse. She was tall, and this was further accentuated by the heels she
wore. Her lips were lipsticked the same color as her hair, and she wore
no rouge for the sun had provided her high cheeks with enough natural
coloring.
She strode into the apartment complex office and inquired where her
bosses' apartment was located, aware of the many stares from the men in
the office. She gave the young bearer of her question's answer a sexy
smile for his help and strode out leaving open jaws in her wake.
The sun had set and no one was around the pool, but she gazed at the
water longingly after her long day. She was a real water-person and she
imagined herself cooling off as she stroked her way through the wetness.
She headed for the indicated apartment and was gratified to see
lights in the window shining around the drawn curtains. He was home,
which meant that her gamble in not calling ahead had paid off. She
heard music playing inside as she rang the doorbell. There sounded a
small scuffle from behind the door, then a long pause, and just as she
was about the ring again the door opened a crack.
Jim peeked around the edge of the door and remarked in obvious
surprise, his voice cracking just a bit, "Casandra! What are you doing
here?"
"Well, hello to you, too. Is that how you always greet someone at
your door?" She smiled at him and then held up her thin briefcase. "I
have a little work I need you to look over. May I come in?"
He laughed nervously, opened the door a little further revealing him
bare-chested with a towel around his waist. Giggling sounded from
inside as he said, "This really is an awkward time. I, uh, just got out
of the shower and we're not decent in here." He turned to look back
into the living room, but as he turned back Casandra was pushing her way
past.
"That's okay. Keep your towel on, and I'm sure if the Mrs. isn't
de......" The sight behind the door left her speechless. There in the
brightly candle-lit room were at least a half dozen other people,
unclothed, and in various configurations. Most looked her way with an
embarrassed look, but one dark haired big-breasted woman continued to
suck her way up and down a prone man's thick shaft.
Jimmy stuttered incoherently until Casandra turned back to him and
off-handedly remarked, "I see that I've caught you at a good time. As I
asked before, may I come in?"
He closed the door and ushered her over into the dining room,
following her lead without really thinking. She sat down at a chair
with her back to the group and opened her case on the table. Her non-
plussed actions really threw Jim for a loop, and he sheepishly sat
across from her with his back to the living room to see what was so
pressing. He felt foolish sitting there, waiting to discuss work with
her, but he couldn't think of anything else to do, so he just sat and
waited.
Dana was still sitting on the couch with Kiko's head buried in her
muff, but the stiff tonguing had already brought her to multiple
orgasms, and she slipped off the couch. Kaz continued to bang away at
Kiko from behind, which kept her content despite losing her feminine
taste treat. Dana stepped into her bedroom, grabbed a short robe and
put it on. She didn't notice that it was not even long enough to cover
her cheeks all the way, but she felt more covered, and headed for the
dining room.
She pulled up a chair next to Jim as the tall woman explained the
final piece of paper she was handing him. Jim introduced Cassie as his
newest assistant in the office, but despite the proffered smile Casandra
gave her, Dana took an instant disliking to her. Anyone who could
calmly and cooly walk in on an orgy and talk business must be made of
ice. She noticed the expensive cut and fabric that this other woman's
suit was made of, the way her blouse would have been baringly opened if
not for the scarf, and the model-like face crowning it all.
She politely offered her something to drink, and was surprised that
the offer was accepted. While making it she doubled the alcoholic
content and handed it over. It was accepted graciously enough and drunk
down rapidly.
Casandra tasted the strong alcohol as it went down, but she had
already determined her course of action. If she could find a way to
join in on this little flesh-pile, she would have a tie to Jimmy that
could help her career go right to the top. And if his wife didn't like
it, well, the hell with her. She wasn't exactly in a position to say
no.
The warmth spread through her and she kicked off her heels to make
herself more comfortable. She knew that Jimmy was on the spot, so she
used that leverage to make him squirm.
"Do you have parties like this often?"
He fidgeted in his chair and replied in the negative. She asked who
the people were, so he pointed out each and put a name to them. Dana
continued to eye her suspiciously, but Casandra took her jacket off
and got more comfortable on the chair. Though the scarf modestly
covered her cleavage, it couldn't conceal the swelling breasts beneath.
The warmth of the alcohol spread through her and loosened her tongue.
"I never knew there was this side of you, James. You're always so
proper in the office."
Dana inwardly exulted at those words, for this vixen had given away
that Jimmy hadn't crossed the line with her, even though she wouldn't
have blamed him if he had. This slim red-haired female exuded
sensuality -- the kind most men couldn't resist. She mentally gave Jim
a point for having resisted.
As they continued to chit-chat, Casandra continued to get more
comfortable, taking the scarf off and pulling her skirt up so that she
could tuck her legs under her on the chair. Someone in the living room
had turned off the music and put a blue movie on the tape machine, and
she could hear the sounds of video love-making going on in the
background. Drinks continued to be consumed, and when the subject of
the pool outside came up, Casandra's interest showed. "Oooh, I'd love
to take a dip in that pool. It looks gorgeous."
"Do you like to swim?" Dana asked innocently.
"Why yes I do. I've been swimming since I was a little girl, and am
quite accomplished," she bragged. She didn't realize that Dana was
luring her into a trap.
"I believe that in about an hour the Moon Crew will be out." She
briefly explained the group of people that frequented the pool in the
dark hours. "Maybe we could join them, and maybe..." she paused for
effect, "even swim against each other." It sounded so naively offered
that Casandra took the bait readily.
"You mean a race?" and she laughed giddily. "Why whatever for?"
Dana handed her another drink and the alcohol raced through her veins,
dulling her normally sharp-minded intellect.
"Well," Dana leaned over the table to whisper conspiratorially, "I
think we both really know why you're here? But first, let me ask you,
have you ever done it with another woman?"
"Oh yuck," Cassie grimaced, "what do you think I am?"
"What I think doesn't matter. But let me wager you this little bet:
we do two laps of the pool - if you win, you can have my husband for a
solid hour, no questions asked and my full blessing. If I win you have
to make love to me. What do you say?" she finished whispering.
Casandra looked over at the well-developed pectorals on Jim, looked
back at his wife and nodded her head. She was so confident in her
swimming abilities that she began unbuttoning her blouse. Soon she shed
it revealing a purple silk bra with black trim containing two small but
shapely breasts. She stood up, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it
so that they could see her matching panties and all black-lace garter
belt. She unsnapped and slowly rolled down her stockings, then took off
the garter belt. "Will this be acceptable as my swim suit?"
Dana gave her taut body a good once over. She didn't like the snotty
attitude on this woman, but her curves were another matter. She admired
the way Casandra held herself and had to remind herself to answer the
question. She offered to loan her a real suit and the two of them
headed back to the bedroom.
A few minutes later they both returned wearing Speedo racing suits.
They were the "paper" suit variety that was so close fitting they were
like an extra layer of skin. Being taller than Dana, Cassie's was
stretched even tighter than normal, but the effect on her was very eye-
pleasing. The suit was cut high on the hip, pulled even higher by
Casandra's longer torso, and the effect made her shapely legs look a
mile long.
Jim met them in the living room and the three of them joined the rest
to watch the last half of the movie. He knew that either way the bet
went, he was going to come out a winner. He'd fantasized about this co-
worker, but had never been anything but business-like with her. Her
cool exterior had told him she was off-limits, but obviously fire
thrived below her surface. He didn't expect to have the hour with her
because he knew about all of the meets Dana had won when they were going
together back in college. Dana had been a phys. ed. major, and used her
athletic abilities mostly for aerobics classes these days, but she had
been a high caliber swimmer, and still was strong in the sport. Oh
well, he mused, at least he'd get to see this leggy snoot eating his
wife.
As the movie moved on towards the end, Janie and Gary said their
goodbyes, threw on enough clothes to be decent, and headed out the door
hand in hand. The rest wanted to stay for the end, and then the true
climax to the evening: the pool race between the two competitive women.
Another round of drinks for everyone finished up their indoor
activities, and then out onto the pool deck they went. Dana pretended
to finish her drink, but had been abstaining since they were interrupted
so as to keep a clear head.
Apparently either Janie or Gary had spread the word, though, for the
Moon Crew was already out and ready for the race. As was typical at
this time of night there was very little illumination so that the Moon
Crew could do their thing in relative obscurity. But tonight someone
had turned on the underwater lights in the pool so that there would be
no question about who the winner was. Dana led the way to the end of
the shallow end and the basic rules were again established for all to
hear.
Dana said, "Two laps of the pool, a standing start, someone neutral
to say 'go'. If you win you get my husband for an hour, and if I win I
get you." A murmur of excitement whispered through the small crowd and
smiles were seen. Quickly, based on visual criteria, small side bets
broke out. Dana was a fan favorite amongst the complex, but this
auburn-haired vixen looked like no athletic slouch. Gary stepped up and
offered his services as starter, so the stage was set.
Casandra took a minute to stretch and shake out her muscles. She
wished she'd brought her goggles, but never had expected to be in such a
situation. She'd come for the purpose of checking out her competition
for her supervisor (Jimmy), and instead had found herself involved in a
real competition. Confidently she stepped up to the edge of the pool.
Dana was there already, and both leaned over into a racer's starting
stance. Gary called out the 'get ready, set..." and with a"GO!" the
race was under way.
Both bodies shot from the wall in fleet arcs and disappeared below
the surface for only a moment. Then they surfaced and stroked the water
rapidly. Casandra was in the early lead as they churned up their lanes.
Neither seemed to be struggling as they neared the far end, their lithe
bodies long dark streaks with the lighting below them. They made their
flip turns one after the other.
Dana had taken the right hand lane on purpose so that she'd be on
Casandra's left side for the final lap. That way she could easily look
over to see what her position was relative to her challenger's. She was
surprised to see that she was a quarter body-length behind. By the end
of the first lap she lost even more ground.
After the flip turn she took a deep breath, held it, and bore down
with all her might. Not that she would have minded losing the race as
far as letting Jimmy have Cassie for the promised hour. She figured it
would be better to let them go at it with her blessing than for either
to yearn inwardly for the coupling. Only deceit and damage to their
relationship could come of that. No, she wanted to see that smug nose
buried in her muff. This was a woman who obviously was not used to
losing, and her cocky attitude had been very disdainful to her. She
gave it all she had to show the debutante that there was something to
her after all.
Then it was Casandra who was surprised when she reached the wall for
her flip turn. Instead of pulling away, she was only a second ahead of
her boss's petite wife. She pushed off hard, but her head swam after
the flip, and from the way they were facing, she couldn't easily see her
competition for the last lap. Her oxygen was depleting rapidly, and she
could feel herself slowing down, so when she finally touched the wall to
finish she looked over to see if she'd won. No one was in the other
lane and she began to shout hurray, but then she looked up to see that
Dana was already standing there over her. She looked around at the
cheering faces to see if this was some conspiracy to fool her into
thinking she'd lost, but she didn't see any evidence that she'd done
anything other than lose.
Dana reached down to pull her out, and Casandra sheepishly reached up
a hand, but then braced her foot on the wall and pulled hard. Dana
wasn't expecting the move and flipped over her head to land ungraciously
in the water. Casandra then hopped out and announced quietly to the
spectators, "I never said I'd be a good loser."
Jimmy helped Dana out again, and Dana, rather than being put out by
the cheap trick stood looking rather victorious. Inwardly she knew that
Casandra wouldn't fight the results any more than she just had. She
toweled off and went over to where her rival was sitting and pouting on
a lounge chair over on the grass.
"Nice race."
"Yeah," came back a surly reply.
"You ready to pay up?"
"Have I got any other choice?"
"Nope."
"Ok, how do we do this? Back to your place?"
"Nope - right where we are."
Casandra looked up. "Right here?! Are you kidding?!"
"Nope again. I'm going to lie down on that lounge chair of yours,
and I want you to do a lot of kissing. Understand?"
"Guess so..."
Casandra got up from the chair and Dana sat down, her legs straddling
the long chair. "Take it from the top - literally. Start here," she
said indicating her mouth, " and work your way down my body. Peel away
my suit as you go. When you get down to the place where most people
have hair, I want lots of kissing and tongue action. Got it?"
Casandra nodded slightly as she kept her head down. She looked over
at the crowd, but hardly anyone was paying them much attention now.
They had coupled up and headed to chairs of their own for the most part.
The exception was Jimmy, Kiko and Kaz. They sat in chairs singly facing
the two women. Casandra noticed that Kaz had some kind of mixed drink
in a plastic cup so walked over, took it from him and downed it. Then
she headed back over to where Dana was sitting.
"Ready or not, here I go." The alcohol added to her bloodstream
rapidly and helped her detach herself from the scene. She could almost
see herself from a 3rd perspective lean over and kiss the woman on the
lounge chair. She had never done it with a woman before, and even
though she wasn't looking forward to the experience she had too much
pride to back out of the agreement. She had kissed hundreds of males,
and found that kissing a female wasn't much different. She slipped her
tongue between Dana's moist lips and gave it her best shot. Dana kissed
her back passionately as her arms circled around her back. As they
embraced Casandra noticed that she could feel the other woman's breasts
tight up against her own and it felt surprisingly good. She wondered at
the sensations she was feeling, never imagining that she could possibly
get turned on by this experience. But there was no doubting the thrill
she was feeling. It didn't occur very often with the men she'd been
fucking lately, mostly to advance her career.
She'd been looking forward to bedding Jimbo, though. He wasn't
twice her age with a large gut and small privates. Instead, she found
herself in his wife's arms, and she was finding it erotic.
After some prolonged kissing she remembered her instructions and
began kissing her way down this woman's tight body. She kissed behind
the small earlobes and sucked them gingerly. This brought a satisfying
sigh which encouraged her to try her other love-making techniques. She
slipped her hand under the suit strap and slid it over Dana's shoulder.
She worked her way down to the neck with her kisses and slipped off the
other strap. Dana was beginning to arch her back as Casandra tugged the
suit down and over her breasts, exposing them to the cool night air.
The dark nipples were swollen and stiff, and the moisture from the suit
still clung to them. Casandra quickly kissed her way down to them and
while she sucked one of the hardened nipples she palmed and pinched the
other. Dana had her head back and her eyes closed as she moaned her
yesses.
Casandra moved her hands up and down the nylon bathing suit that
clung to Dana's body. She could feel the tension of the muscles beneath
her exploring fingers. Dana's breathing had increased noticeably, and
Casandra wondered at the ease with which she had ignited this woman's
fire. She admitted to herself, though, that the swimming competition
had started her own engine, and even though she wished she had won and
bedded Jim with his wife's blessing, still she was enjoying herself a
lot more than she had expected. She knew what Dana was experiencing, if
being turned on by a woman was anything like it was with a man. The
kettle would slowly increase in temperature, simmer a while, then begin
to bubble and finally boil over in ecstasy. If Dana's "kettle" was
anything like her own then she knew what it would take to make it boil
uncontrollably, and that was now her goal.
Dana's suit had now been rolled down to her belly, and after
massaging both the nipples and the entire breasts, Casandra leaned down
to taste the other. Dana's were not unusually large mammaries, but they
were larger than Casandra's, and she smothered them all over with ardent
kisses and wet licks. The nipples were quite hard, so she sucked them
each in a particularly hard way, as that brought the most oohs and aahs
from their owner.
As she sucked each teat she ran her one hand down the wet fabric
until she found the place where her finger was able to probe inwardly a
little bit. There she rested her hand and allowed her finger to rub the
area up and down, working the material a good bit into the slit. Dana
spread her legs at this treatment and arched her back so that the breast
in Casandra's mouth was forced in even deeper.
Casandra found that in spite of her reservations, she couldn't deny
that her own arousal was increasing. Her own breasts were tingling, and
she broke away from her subject only long enough to strip off her own
suit in one quick fluid motion. In the back of her mind she couldn't
believe that she was naked in an outside setting, making love to
someone's wife in front of him, yet her only concern at the moment was
to get back down to the glistening body before her and continue this
passionate encounter.
Jimmy was enjoying watching the action as it progressed, and just
when his co-worker stood to shed her own suit and expose herself
completely, he noticed the action going on next to him between Kaz and
Kiko. They had been making out and watching Casandra and Dana, but then
they stopped to have a whispered conversation. Finally they smilingly
turned to him and Kazuhiko said, "We would like to share something with
you. You have been most generous to both of us, in many ways, and to
repay your friendship we would like to share 'shaziku' with you.
"That," he explained, "is one of the most ancient of Japanese
traditions. It symbolizes deep friendship, where two men become closer
than brothers, and share all they have. You have shared your home, your
customs, your love techniques with us, so we offer 'shaziku' to you.
Will you accept this offer?"
Jim was touched by Kaz's sincerity, and agreed. "What, though, does
it entail?"
Kaz started laughing while Kiko looked down, and amidst his guffaws
he managed to say, "Ah ha - you make very good joke!"
"What do you mean - I just asked what it entails."
Kaz regained control and replied, "We not explain. We just show you.
You have accepted 'shaziku', so let us enter into this pact." Kiko
removed herself from his lap and walked over near to where Dana and
Casandra were continuing their nocturnal love-making. Dana's suit had
been peeled down to her thighs, and Casandra's head was down to kissing
her belly and was descending lower rapidly. Kiko pulled a chaise lounge
chair up close to the two women, and gestured Jimmy to sit on it.
When he sat on the edge she had him turn and sit with his legs
together at the near end of the lounge chair and lay his head down at
the other end. He watched as she slowly removed the leotard she had put
back on before leaving his condo earlier. As it slipped down he could
see that it was all she had been wearing, and he gazed on her desirable
young body once again. The stirring in his loins attracted her
attention and she leaned over and pulled his shorts down and off his
legs. His tool had been fairly stiff from watching his wife's
treatment, but now it was as hard as a rock, and with the situation
developing in the direction is was, figured he'd have good reason to be
so hard. Kiko leaned over and began giving his prick a tongue bath.
She didn't suck him at all, but he still enjoyed watching her lick him
up and down with her nearly dripping tongue.
This exercise had a purpose, though, besides to please him. She
finally stopped, stepped over him with her back to his chest, and lined
up her crotch with his. Kaz was now standing beside them as she hovered
in that position. Jimmy ached for her to lower down onto his welcoming
committee, but she remained poised above him as Kaz said, "'Shaziku' is
the sharing of everything - my goods, my home, even my wife. And it is
sealed by sharing the wife at the same time. But she remains the wife
of her husband, and so her wife-side is his whenever we are both having
her. You may share the back side, and together we will be joined in
'shaziku'!" And with that she prepared to descend upon his stiffness.
She licked her fingers, wetting them thoroughly, and worked them
around and then in the tiny little hole between her cute little butt
cheeks. Then she grabbed his slippery-made cock and pointed it straight
up at herself. He felt the large head at the end of his shaft finally
make contact with that little opening, but it resisted his entry. She
continued to lower herself down anyway, and it had no choice but to give
way to the hard shaft, allowing it to barely creep in. She stopped for
a moment when the head was in, took a deep breath, and as her sphincter
muscles relaxed, continued her way down. The feeling was tight and
sweet to him, and soon she had her tiny ass cheeks firmly resting on his
lap.
Jimmy just laid there a moment and luxuriated in the feeling. He was
tightly into Kiko's backside, and he gripped her tiny waist, watching as
her dark tresses moved about on her shoulders. He looked at his wife
who lay on the lounge chair next to his, and though her eyes were nearly
closed slits, her face was turned towards him with a cat-like smile that
said 'this is the life.' Casandra had obviously figured out how to
please another woman.
Then he felt Kiko purposely tightening and loosening her ass muscles,
and had never felt such intense pleasure. It was so pure it was almost
painful. Then she leaned back and laid on his chest. He reached around
her to cradle her breasts, wanting to give back even a small measure of
the pleasure she was giving him, but he felt his hands pried loose and
Kaz saying, "In 'shaziku' you are allowed to share half, and you have
strayed onto the wrong side."
Looking over Kiko's shoulder he saw Kaz stepping up between both her
and his legs. He was about to become the bottom third of a hot human
sandwich, but he accepted it willingly. Kaz moved up and into Kiko's
snatch, and then he too laid down, propping himself up a little on his
knees to take some of the pressure off. Jimmy could actually feel Kaz's
penis working its way into her. He hadn't realized how thin the wall
was between a woman's vagina and anus. Their stiff cocks were virtually
alongside each other within Kiko, and when Kaz began to slowly fuck her,
Jimmy received each of the thrusts on his own genitals. He could almost
imagine that it was he being screwed. 'This 'shaziku' was alright
stuff,' he decided.
By now Casandra was curiously exploring the first pussy not her own.
She used her tongue as her main probing tool, and discovered that the
juices exuding the hairless cunt had a different flavor from her own.
She often had tasted herself during her solo performances in the
bedroom, and was surprised to taste such a difference. Dana's, she
decided, was more salty, where her's was more musky. She also knew
exactly where the love button was, and just how she liked it pushed, so
she did her best to provide that for Dana. She licked all around it,
teasingly flicking it now and then to let her subject know that she knew
exactly what she was doing. Dana's fingers were entwined in her hair
and kept an insistent pressure on her to bury her face in her steamy
muff, but Casandra resisted the pressure and kept up her torture. She
could tell also, knowing the signs exactly, that she had brought Dana to
a shuddering climax twice already, and it was her intent to do it twice
more before abandoning herself to whatever else was to come.
Dana had practically zoned out of her body from the treatment she was
receiving so excruciatingly exquisite was it, but then she noticed that
she was not the only one moaning and crying out. She peeked through her
eyelids and saw little Kiko sandwiched between Jim and Kaz, and could
see why she was verbalizing her pleasure as well. Both men were buried
to the hilt in her tight body as she gasped out her pleasure.
Then Dana had to shut her eyes tight as the next wave of pleasure
swept over her. When it started to recede the tongue going at her began
to work again and she could settle back and wait for the next
installment. She peeked again to see Kiko being doubly pounded, and the
frail young woman was rhythmically crying out in either great pain or
great pleasure. Perhaps both, she thought. Then another wave surged up
within her and she forgot all about anyone else.
Casandra decided that it was time she got a little action herself, so
using her head as the pivot point she turned her body around 180 degrees
so that they were now in a 69-position. Hands eagerly gripped her
thighs and pulled her own crotch down onto the awaiting mouth. She
hadn't expected to enjoy this encounter all that much, but she could
feel her labial lips quivering at the love-tonguing she was getting.
She could tell that her own juices were oozing freely as she went back
to work on the pussy before her. Dana wasn't going slowly or
torturously as she had, but was working her clit for all she was worth
and it soon paid off. Casandra felt her legs clamping onto Dana's head
as the feeling spread from her twat up and throughout her body in a
burst of physical exultation! Her every nerve tingled and she knew that
her hair must be standing on end as electrified as she felt.
Then she pried herself out from between Dana's legs as the oriental
girl next to her screamed out in delight and the faces of the two men in
her shivered in ecstasy as they both came in her at the same time. She
did another 180 and fell into the well muscled arms of her paramour.
They hugged and kissed tenderly, both exhausted from their competition
in the water and their frenzied love-making. Casandra then nestled down
between Dana's breasts and whispered, "My lovers call me Cassie."
"Thank you, Cassie."
Casandra kissed the nipple nearest her mouth and added, "You may have
won the race, but I think we both were the winners." Dana nodded her
agreement as the two hugged their naked bodies together in the dim light
of the night.
NEW NEIGHBORS
Chapter 11
"Doggin' It at the Beach"
The morning dawned a hazy red on the horizon, and promised to turn
the air sticky and uncomfortable. Already the cicadas were chirruping
their sonorous songs before the morning newspapers had thumped their
presence on the neighborhood's doorsteps. Dana, Jim, Barb, Mike, Kiko,
and Kaz were comfortable, though, as they headed west towards beckoning
beaches. They had the a/c turned on low, the radio turned on high, and
their sights were set on a last summer fling amidst rolling waves and
sunny skies.
*****
She awoke with a bit of a hangover, but the ear-pounding music coming
from the bathroom wasn't helping either. "Hey!" she yelled and then
cringed at her own volume, "knock it down in there!" The voice behind
the door replied, "Whoa. I was only humming. You must really have a
hurtin' from last night." The reclining body groaned and put a pillow
over her head.
Then she noticed a body in the bed next to her and wondered for just
a second if she had forgotten an encounter from the previous night. She
moved back the covers to expose a mass of brunette hair in a jumble and
remembered finally that she was in a motel room with her two friends
from school. Kathy was the perky blonde in the bathroom, Sharon was the
brunette whom she had shared the double bed with last night, and the
three of them had just finished their last college course (summer
make-ups that had delayed their graduation). Rebekah pulled the pillow
over her head again and willed the world to go away.
They had graduated a couple of days before and headed to the beach
for their post-grad week-long party. But unlike the times that their
friends had told them about after their May graduations, the beach at
the end of August was a pretty dead place. No one else was partying;
instead they were tooling up for the start of their jobs, and the beach
was a resort for families with young kids and old geezers. All three
had boyfriends back home, but they had planned to have a last fling at
the seaside before returning to responsibilities, awaiting careers, and
steady guys. After their second day of cruising around and hitting many
of the bars along the boulevard, they'd returned to their suite of rooms
and tied one on by themselves. Rebekah couldn't remember if the other
two had kept up with her, but from the sound of ol' happy Kathy, she
at least must have quit long beforehand.
Finally she kicked off the covers to give herself some air and in
doing so noticed that her bed partner slept in the buff. Sharon didn't
twitch a muscle at being exposed, but slept on like a baby. Rebekah
noticed how well endowed Sharon was, but prided herself that she was
even bigger. Her chest had opened a lot of doors in her life, and she
had used them to advantage a'plenty to get through school.
'Not like Kathy, though,' she mused to herself. She could see the
little blonde in the mirror of the bathroom and envied the girl's
smarts. She'd been a late bloomer, with nicely developed breasts, a
cute ass, a button nose, a waist almost too small to believe, and blue
eyes that could look right through you. But she didn't realize what a
woman she was, Rebekah thought, nor did she know how to use what she'd
been given. Other than her brain. Sharon finally stirred,
unconsciously running her hands up and down her body, and blinked at the
crack of light coming out of the bathroom. "You ready to tackle a new
day, Rebek?" using Rebekah's nick-name that sounded almost like Reebok
because of the dirty-blonde's athleticism, "or are you just going to
ogle my beautiful bod all day?" She ran her hands up to her full breasts
and caressed them for effect. "Eat me, you lesbo!" Rebekah responded
and whacked her with a pillow. Just then Kathy came out of the bathroom
and noticed the pillow fight. She smiled but didn't join in. She was
already outfitted in a Bodyglove two piece bathing suit that hugged her
petite curves. She interrupted the battle that seemed to be escalating.
"C'mon you two. Get a move on! There are rays to soak, water to swim
in, sand to play on, and maybe a guy or two out there. There're only a
couple of days left before we have to head back, so let's make the most
of it."
Rebekah stopped pounding Sharon with the pillow, gave her a sly
smile, and remarked, "Guess I'd better get a bath then," and headed for
the bathroom before Sharon could recover.
"Oh no!" her adversary exclaimed. "You'll be in there forever!" She
looked at Kathy and sighed, "she takes the world's longest baths."
"Why don't you skip your shower and just rinse off in the ocean after
breakfast?" Kathy suggested.
So it was that the three young college grads prepared for another day
at the beach, not expecting much to happen, but hoping that the trip was
not just a way for them to deepen their tans. Little did they know that
the day would exceed their wildest fantasies.
*****
The six of them pulled up to the beach and unloaded their gear. It
wasn't yet mid-morning and the sand was relatively empty of beach-goers.
They found a spot down towards the water and set up their umbrellas,
blankets, coolers, and towels.
Soon shirts were peeling up and shorts being tugged down, and then
six young bodies headed for the breakers. They splashed their way in
with only Barb hanging back. Mike and Jim circled around behind her and
as one grabbed her high the other got her low so that they could, on the
count of three, throw her by the ankles and wrists screaming into a
wave. Some chicken fights developed and then they headed back to the
comfort of their towels. Kaz had brought his surf board, and showed Jim
some of the basics of balance and leg-positioning.
The sun rose higher in the sky and the beach began to fill up. Most
of the sun-worshippers were families, but all noticed the group of 6 as
they passed by. Dana wore one of her Speedo suits, but the tightness of
the fabric and the cut on her hip gave the right amount of cover with
still only a little room for imagination. Barb's buxomness was
impossible to ignore, unless of course, it was when she was lying belly
down, and the thong cut of her bikini showed her golden cheeks in all
their glory. Kiko's foreign elegance of movement, her lithe nubile
body, and neon orange maillot all caught the eye of any males within a
mile of their position.
Mike had copied Barb in that he too wore a thong bikini bottom,
although from the hairiness of his derrier it was almost hard to tell.
Jim wore a conventional black tank suit, and Kaz wore knee-length
paisley surfing shorts. The men's build was of those in their mid-
twenties who had not yet added any paunch, were cocky, and carried
themselves that way.
The sun climbed higher in the sky and the tans of the young men and
women deepened. They fought its negative effects with lotions and oils,
slicking themselves up as though they intended to be deep fat fried.
They partook from their coolers at lunch time, and eventually the ladies
excused themselves to take a walk.
Dana, Barb, and Kiko headed up the beach to work off their lunch in a
brisk walk when, after about 10 minutes of walking they noticed a
volleyball court with a rather small game in progress on it. Three
young women were bouncing the ball back and forth, 2 against 1. There
was a petite blonde whose hair was up in a ponytail and sticking out the
back of her hat wearing a Bodyglove black and yellow two piece. There
was a curvy brunette in a green Jag two piece, and an almost awkwardly
buxom dirty blonde with shoulder length hair in a very high cut one-
piece. The suit on the third was nearly thong-cut in the front, rising
in a narrow "V" up her torso, finally to be met on the sides just below
her breast line.
The 3 married ladies walked up and, after a quick conference, offered
to hit the ball with them. The 3 co-eds were looking rather bored and
quickly took them up on their offer. They didn't mix teams, and soon
bodies were flying around on the sand in hearty competition. After
warming up for five minutes, Barb suggested that they play an actual
game. The co-eds agreed, and beat them 15-6.
As they switched sides, Barb offered to wager them a soda on the next
game, and so it was that the married women squeeked out a 15-12 victory.
Kiko was turning out to be the star of their team, despite Dana's
athletic abilities and training. It seemed that Kiko had aspired to be
on the Japanese women's Olympic team, but had never made the cut. She
was damned good, though, and when Dana set her, she could spike it with
power. Unfortunately, Barb was on their team also, and blew more points
than she actually kept the ball even in play.
As the sodas were being consumed after the heated match, Mike, Jim,
and Kaz strolled up in search of them. Barb noticed how big the buxom
dirty blonde's eyes got when they approached. Introductions occurred,
and they learned that the girls were just out of college, were rather
bored with their graduation fling, and that they were named Kathy (the
petite blonde), Rebekah (the buxom dirty blonde who seemed to be the
leader), and Sharon (the dark haired and curvy one with the long legs).
Barb finished her diet cola and offered to make a wager. Rebekah
asked what it was, and Barbara replied, "Let's make this a day we'll all
remember. You girls are bored, but look very hot. And by that I don't
mean from the sun. I've noticed our men eyeing you, so what say we
wager this: whichever team wins the best of 3 gets to set the rules
tonight. If we win, we get to tell each of you to do one and only one
thing. It might be anything... If you win, you can order each of the
six of us to do one thing. And when I say that whoever loses has to do
"one thing", I'm not talking about easy shy stuff. I mean ANYTHING,"
nodding and winking at them. The littlest one, Kathy, began giggling
self-consciously, but Rebekah had already stuck out her hand to shake.
Barb stepped closer than necessary for shaking hands, reached out her
own hand, and began using the back of her fingers to caress Rebekah's
breast. Her brazen gesture in front of everyone told them all exactly
what she had in mind. Rebekah felt her nipple responding eagerly to the
touch despite the on-lookers, and although it was an awkward situation
she didn't know what to do so just stood there. Barb allowed her
fingers to trail down Rebekah's body until she broke contact and did
finally shake the other's hand. That seemed to break the momentary
paralysis and everyone headed for their team's side.
Kiko had looked anxiously at Kaz to see if he would agree to this
"deal", and he just shrugged as if to say, "We're in America now, and
I'm in over my head." Mike and Jim were grinning ear to ear, and went
to the sidelines to cheer their women on. The game began in earnest,
with both sides giving it their all in hopes of being able to dictate
what the others had to do. They each had ideas of what they wanted
done, and by whom.
Mike noticed Rebekah eyeing him hungrily throughout the tournament.
He was a sucker for big breasts, and urged his wife and her teammates on
in hopes that Barb would "order" the big-chested vixen to do him. Then
again, the way she was looking him over, if her team won she just might
give him the order herself.
Jim was intrigued with the little blonde, and he suspected that Dana
was also. He watched his wife try to hide her disgust with Barb's
athletic abilities whenever she blew a point for their team. Barb had
gotten them into this situation, and was doing absolutely nothing to
help them win it. Kiko, though, more than made up for the team klutz,
taking Dana's sets and hammering them home. The wives lost the first
set before Dana and Kiko got into a rhythm that was able to cover most
of the hot, sandy court under the relentless sun.
On the other side Rebekah was indeed eyeing Mike, or more precisely,
she was eyeing his bathing suit. He seemed to fill it out more than
adequately, and she'd never met a man before who was secure (or was it
vain?) enough to wear a thong bikini in public. She'd had a few weight
lifters before who went in for skimpy underwear, but had never seen one
in public. She found it hard to concentrate in the second game with him
sitting so closely, knowing that one way or the other the end of the
match would lead to some kind of physical encounter.
Sharon, the curvaceous brunette with an hour-glass figure, had
visions of the oriental girl going down on her with the one named Dana
nibbling on her tits. She'd had plenty of guys, was going to be heading
back to one special one when this vacation was over, but she was a
little experienced with those of her own sex, and those two looked good
enough to eat.
Kathy, the petite blonde in the two piece, baseball hat, and new wave
sunglasses was doing her best to play and not think about the
consequences. She knew what the bet was, but wondered how she'd allowed
herself to go along with it. She was a bit daunted by the forwardness
and overt sexuality of Barbara, but it excited her also. She had hit as
many shots toward her as possible, as none of them had been returned,
but in the second game Barb's other two teammates had been able to cover
for her most of the time, and the college girls found themselves on the
losing end of the second game. One to one - all tied up. Third game
was the tie breaker.
Kaz was proud of his wife's ability to dominate the game. He had met
her when her high school team had played its finals in his college's
gym. Kiko's team had lost, but between classes he'd watched her games
in the tournament, and when her team had finally been eliminated had
found the courage to approach her. They'd become engaged before she
graduated, and were married just a year later. Now, two years later he
was graduated, employed, living in a new country, and married to the
best volleyball player on the beach. He still admired her form and
ability, and desired her most of all of the six women playing. But a
bet was a bet, and he would go along with whatever the outcome was
before he would consider backing out and losing face.
Serves went back and forth, frequently without any points being
scored. At 12-12 Kiko's turn to serve came up, and she planted two hard
aces into the sand on the other side. Grim faced and determined she
tossed the ball up in the air, leaped and swatted another hard one at
the other side.
Kathy saw it coming, and knew that she could get there to set it, or
at least keep it in play. But something in the back of her mind made
her hesitate. Maybe it was the heat, for they were all soaking wet with
perspiration. Maybe it was the sun - no one would question her if she'd
said that it had been in her eyes. Maybe it was the mystery of what
might happen if they lost, and her curiosity to find out getting the
best of her. Perhaps it was all three, but the slight hesitation was
all it took for her last second lunge to come up short and give the
victory to the challengers.
The three husbands jumped to their feet cheering and the wives went
under the net to shake hands with the co-eds for a match well played.
Barb got their address, and it was agreed that the six of them would
stop by after dinner-time for the bet to be paid off. As the three
couples headed back down the beach to their own spot, Rebekah watched
them walking away, admired again Mike's buttocks and then turned and
headed towards their car. They had some preparing to do.
*****
After dinner the three co-eds prepared for their guests in silence,
none knowing exactly what to say or expect. They changed out of their
beach gear, but weren't sure whether they should dress up or down, sexy
or debonair. They decided to each dress how they wanted the evening to
go.
Rebekah put on her sexiest pink silk teddy trimmed in black lace.
The fabric felt good against her skin, and she sat and brushed her hair
to make it full and fluffy. She did her make-up for a soft look and
then stepped back from the bathroom mirror to admire her full figure.
In the bedroom Sharon was trying on the leather clothes she had
brought. She pulled on some long black boots over her stockings. The
latter were held up by a black lace garter belt, which was over a black
g-string leather bikini. Up top she wore only a buttoned black leather
vest. She teased her curly dark hair into a chaotic full mass of curls.
She wore her make-up heavy and exotic. The beauty spot/mole on her left
cheek added to her sexiness. Her final touch was to coat any exposed
skin in baby oil.
Out in the living room Kathy was unsure of how to dress. So instead
of going with one particular outfit only, she put on her best lingerie,
and then dressed over it in a sexy little yellow dress. The back was
cut down to her waist, and the hemline was so high that she could barely
sit down decently in public. She wasn't worried about that, though,
this night. Her legs ended in spiked heels of the same yellow color and
her make up helped her youngish face compete with her hard body.
Then she let her hair down that she'd had up in a ponytail. Her hair
was her pride and joy, and it cascaded down her back to touch the small
of her back. The blonde tresses were thick, full, and curly -- and she
brushed them to a silky sheen. She had wondered about the evening, but
decided to just go with whatever happened. It was her last summer as a
student, and she figured to end it with a bang.
Before any of them expected it, the doorbell rang. Kathy answered
it, with Sharon and Rebekah standing in the bedroom doorway. The three
couples came in, and Kathy knew that the evening was going to be good.
The men all looked delicious with their sport clothes on and their
tanned bodies revealed here and there. The women were dressed to kill,
and looked like they had just had an expensive meal at a chic night
spot. Barb led the way in a tight skirt and loose blouse, Dana had on
some shorts that really showed off her legs, and Kiko wore a snug halter
top dress that displayed her awesome tan and muscular back.
The nine mixed up some drinks and all got comfortable in the living
room. Kathy almost felt overdressed next to Rebekah in her teddy and
Sharon in her leather, but she was getting plenty of looks from the men
anyway. She stopped trying to tug her dress down at the hem and just
let it ride as high as it wanted. She crossed her legs and noticed Jim
staring at them.
Finally Barb spoke up. "Why don't I go over again what our bet was.
We all agreed that if we won we could ask each of you to do one thing.
It can be anything, and you've agreed to do whatever we say. Is that
the way you remember it?" She looked at Rebekah, who glanced at her
roomies and they nodded in turn. "Good," Barb continued. "We talked
this over at dinner, and we think it will be best if you each take
turns, rather than all at once. Is that okay, too?"
The three agreed to that as well, so Barb downed the rest of her
drink, stood up and announced, "Okay then - everyone into the bedroom!"
There obviously wasn't room for them all on the king-sized bed, but
Barb directed them to bring chairs in and set up somewhere around the
bed in the middle. She turned some of the lights off and the remaining
two she turned down low. Then she looked at Kathy and said, "You
first."
At that Kathy nearly ran out of the room, but instead, she swallowed
the lump in her throat, stood up and stepped as regally as possible to
the bed. Barb directed her to sit in the middle of the bed all by
herself. She felt very conspicuous there, but with the lights down and
a little alcohol running through her she felt like maybe she could
comply.
"Kathy," she began, "you are a very beautiful young woman, but from
the little we've seen of you today, you seem a little uptight and
self-conscious. We're not sure that you realize just how sexy and
desirable you are, so what we want you to do is to get in touch with
what all of us can see with our own eyes. Our 'request' of you is that
you pleasure yourself...," then softly, "to climax." And with that Barb
sat back down and waited.
Barb's little speech hadn't been lost on Kathy, and she knew that
others thought her attractive. Somehow, though, she just didn't feel as
comely as others told her she was. But the last part of what Barb had
said made her shiver. She was being asked to masturbate in front of
eight people! She couldn't possibly do something like that! She'd
figured she'd be asked to make it with one of their husbands, maybe
while the wife watched, but she hadn't expected to be so on display.
She began to protest, but her friends offered her words of
encouragement, and Barb didn't look like she was going to back down.
Barb did suggest, "It may be easier if you close your eyes. Remember,
we're your friends, and we will be with you in this."
So with that little bit of encouragement she began. The first thing
she decided was to shuck the dress. With eyes closed she slowly peeled
it up past her waist, revealing high on the hip red panties, and
matching red garter belt holding up her black stockings. She pulled the
stubbornly tight dress up and over her chest and over her head,
revealing a low-cut white silk bra that exposed most of her firm
breasts, including half of each aureola. She decided not to strip any
further, but ran her hands up and down her body to begin the process,
feeling the electricity and anticipation in the warm room making her
body tingle. She cupped and caressed her breasts through her bra, and
with her eyes closed tried to tune out the rest of the room. Her hands
roamed further up and down her body until one of her hands founds its
way between her legs.
She rubbed that spot a little tentatively, hearing someone in the
room make a little gasp when she did. But she tuned them all out and
concentrated on her body. Her warm hands did feel good as she caressed
herself. Her nipples were beginning to stiffen and while she rested her
one hand on her crotch, she pinched and squeezed each breast in turn.
She could feel the warmth of her hands creating further warmth within
her that centered on her breasts.
That feeling was then complemented when someone turned on the radio
to a jazz station. A low bluesy melody was playing, and she soon found
herself mentally dancing to the music with her hands on her body. Her
fingers played lightly over her chest, and she found the warmth
spreading down between her legs. Her other fingers soon joined the
dance and she could feel the wetness beginning at her legs' apex. Of
their own volition her fingers slipped underneath her tight panties and
began stroking. She could almost feel her pubic hair tingling, but when
her finger slipped down and through the downy bush to touch her
clitoris, her whole body gave a shiver of excitement. She was in her
own world, deeper than she'd ever been, and her fingers were the
propellers that carried her through the darkness toward the light.
She dipped her middle-finger into her slit and then removed it
trailing a line of musky wetness back up toward her clit. There she
rubbed her juice onto it and then used the lubrication to make
continuous circles on and around it. With her free hand she undid the
center snap on her thin bra and it fell away exposing her breasts to the
direct contact they desired. Somewhere in the back of her mind she
heard murmurs of approval, but they were inconsequential to the activity
she was single-mindedly pursuing.
Eventually she reached her second hand down and under the cotton
cloth to spread her pussy lips and allow her other hand easier access to
the little button of flesh that was giving her so much pleasure. Her
juices were flowing faster and her fingers were rubbing harder and soon
she experienced a surge a warmth that washed over her. With that she
laid back and luxuriated in it for a few moments. It had been a good
one, maybe her best ever, and she felt confident that she had exceeded
Barb's request. Finally she opened her eyes.
Barb was frowning. "Did you even come?" the dark-haired woman asked
her.
"Yes," she stammered confusedly. "Couldn't you tell?" The warm
feeling was dissipating rapidly.
As she peered around the room she took in the positions of the
others. She looked first for her friends, and saw Rebekah smiling at
her, and Sharon looking less than neutral. Sharon had obviously been
following her activity with a little of her own, and looked perturbed
that it was over so soon.
She saw the cute blonde Dana sitting next to Jim, and while she
wasn't giving much facial feedback, he looked quite interested in what
she'd been doing. The oriental couple were sitting in one chair, she on
his lap and his hand up her shirt, while Barb's husband Mike sat next to
her looking bored.
"No I couldn't," Barb answered her question drawing her attention
back. "That was about how long I take to even think up a fantasy, much
less work it through to its climax." Turning to Sharon, she said, "Why
don't you go next." Kathy began to climb off of the bed but Barb told
her to stay in place. "Sharon - you don't look like the inhibited type,
basing my guess on how you're dressed," referring to the amount of
leather she had on while still wearing so little. "Our 'request' of you
is that you eat as many of us as you can tonight, starting with our shy
creampuff there," referring to Kathy. Again Barb sat back.
Now it was the raven-haired beauty's turn, and with a devilish smile
that belied her anticipation of fulfilling the request as fully as
possible, slid onto the bed alongside the little blonde.
Again Kathy was taken aback to have to be the center of attention,
but Sharon whispered into her ear breathily, "just relax and let me take
over. I promise you'll like this," and then began nibbling and kissing
her earlobes. Kathy had always liked that kind of foreplay and leaned
back to lie down again, resigned to another round of lechers watching
her sexual activity.
The lovemaking began, and the intensity turned up quickly. Sharon
had been turned on seeing her intellectual friend in such a different
light, and wanted to show her some heights of passion that she was sure
Kath had never reached before. It was her one chance, and she knew that
if she didn't take it now, she'd never be able to show her later. So
she smothered the pink lips with kisses, penetrating them with her
insistent tongue while her hand tickled and rubbed its way over her
friend's silky skin. She could feel the breasts hardening again under
her touch and then she began giving them a good hard massage.
Their foreplay was giving everyone something to get excited about.
Kaz was working Kiko's breasts pretty hard himself, as Dana reached over
and began rubbing Jim's hardness through his shorts. Barb had her hand
down her own panties and Mike had unzipped and was slowly pumping
his more-than-full handful in clear view of everyone else. Rebekah's
attention was on watching Mike's hard-on and his hand action, dreaming
of him pumping it into her.
Kathy was hungrily sucking on Sharon's tongue as fingers worked their
way between her legs. She hardly noticed that Barb reached up and
pulled her panties down and off of her legs. She could smell the
leather Sharon tightly wore, but the scent of pussy was beginning to
fill the room. Sharon tore herself away from Kathy's mouth and began
licking her nipples. They were already pointing up by now, and they
stiffened further at the tonguing they got.
Sharon's hand had worked Kathy's pussy up into a lather, so she knew
it was time to go down further. She kissed her way down past the
indented belly button and taut stomach muscles into the land of blonde
fur. Her tongue parted the way easily until she buried her face in the
aroma of wet cunt. First she licked, then flicked, then encircled,
probed, thrust, poked, and finally jabbed with her tongue, eliciting
louder and louder moans from her victim, until Kathy shuddered, clamped
her legs onto Sharon's head and let out a scream of pleasure from the
depths of her being. Sharon gave Kathy a very brief respite, and then
went back at it again. Kathy had thought that she'd hit the highest of
heights as it was, and hadn't known that with only 10 seconds time out
that it could all happen again. Sharon knew from her health class that
the female of the species are multi-orgasmic their ENTIRE lives (unlike
poor men, she thought, whose rejuvenating abilities take longer and
longer to repeat as they grow older).
As that action began again on the bed, Rebekah scooted over to Barb
and whispered, "Can I please take my turn now, please!" Barb looked to
Dana for confirmation, and when she got the nod, whispered back, "You
want your order now, huh? Ok, we talked about you at dinner, and here's
the one thing we want you to do: fuck us all, baby -- fuck us all!"
Rebek had her 'go ahead', so she turned to Mike first of all. She
took him by the hand (the one that was not already gripping himself) and
led him to the bed. On the way he shed his drawers and then the two
reclined onto the bed next to the women who were still going at it hot
and heavy. Beck had seen his massive amount of man-meat and wanted it
for her very own.
He kissed her with hungry passion and she could feel his cock rubbing
the silk of her teddy almost as high as her belly button. He felt as
solid as a rock in her arms and her breasts felt tight and swollen in
anticipation. He began running his hands over the fabric enclosing her
chest and her pussy juices began flowing heavily. He reached down
between her legs and unsnapped the teddy at her crotch. He reached
further down and pulled her legs up and then up higher until her ankles
rested on his shoulders. She was now bent into a v-shape and was fully
exposed to his pointing member. He hit his target and slid in slowly
but surely. When she felt filled and figured he was in all the way she
glanced down and saw that his poker was only about half-buried. In her
position she couldn't do much to pull him in, but soon he worked his way
in further until she thought she would split. When she knew she
couldn't take any more he was up to the hilt, his thighs resting on the
back of her upper legs and buttocks.
Then the pumping began and she lost herself in it. She did manage to
peel the silky fabric down and over her huge tits so that he had
something to hang onto while he rammed his way home. Images of sequoia
trees, scud missiles, and the Sears Tower went through her mind as he
screwed her for all he was worth.
Sharon got Kathy to squat over her in a 69 position while she laid on
the bed. Kathy was new to same-gender sex, but lapped at Sharon the way
she'd been orally sexed, and the two of them kept up a furious pace of
alternating orgasms. The way she was squatting over Sharon's face,
though, had her facing the bed's headboard and her backside to the crowd
of on-lookers. With a nudge from Dana, Jim moved up to take advantage
of the "opening." Sharon looked upside-down from between Kathy's creamy
thighs to see Jim crawling up, kneeling behind Kathy, and aiming for her
cunt from behind. She reached a hand back between Kathy's legs and
guided him into his target. He held onto Kath's petite waist with his
firm hands and worked his throbbing reddened prick up and into her.
Sharon enjoyed licking both of them at the same time, sometimes giving a
nice long lick from Kathy's clit down to her crack and onto his shaft
(if it was visible) and then onto his hairy balls.
He leaned over the blonde, playing with her long tresses, and finally
reached around her with one hand to tickle and caress one of her pert
breasts. For her part she parted her legs further to allow both of her
lovers to have full access to the place between her legs that was now
the center of her universe. The three rocked in rhythm and soared to
new heights.
Dana had watched all she could without getting involved, so she
stepped over to Kaz and Kiko and suggested that she cut in and borrow
him for a few minutes. Barb followed right behind to "console" Kiko in
ways that she knew would make Dana's oriental friend forget that her
husband was with someone else. The four took spots on the floor to
begin their own love-making.
Dana knew that Kaz had shared "shaziku" with Jim, so she was
determined to let him have equal time. Kaz sat back, eyes closed, and
allowed this western woman to do his thing. She unbuttoned his shirt
and then proceeded to smother his nearly hairless chest with kisses.
But his pectorals were well developed, and he smiled as she licked and
kissed his nipples. Soon she kissed her way down further and reached
into his elastic waist shorts to free his wang. He was the smallest of
the men in the room, but she figured he would also be the easiest to
eat. She pulled his shorts down and off of his legs so that he only
wore his opened shirt and socks. She placed the engorged tip of his
cock into her mouth and began to stimulate it with her tongue, liberally
applying her own spittle to lubricate him. She tasted the drop of pre-
come that issued forth, and it only whetted her appetite for more. With
her hands she slowly pumped him until he was fully erect and his hips
had an insistence of their own that she take him deeper into her mouth.
She complied until she could feel him touching the back of her throat,
just as the small spasms grew larger. He grabbed the back of her head
and held her tightly onto him as he ejaculated shudderingly. She
resisted the urge to fight both him and the sensation of gagging, and
managed to swallow the large spurts of fluid erupting down her throat.
She knew that if she could just swallow as fast as he came she would be
alright. But his lack of size was made up for in his longevity in
coming, and just when she thought she would either drown, have the back
of her head explode in jism, or lose her cool and gag all over him his
gushing subsided. He released her hair and fell back in a slump.
But Dana was not through with this well of manhood. She sucked him
dry and then continued licking him all over his genitals. His hardness
evolved into a soft mound of shrunken flesh, but she continued to lick
him all over and under. She sucked on his balls, licked her way up and
down his thighs, and then worked her way underneath his cock to his
backside. She urged him to hug his knees to his chest as she used her
tongue to continue to stimulate him. She knew that there are as many
pleasure nerve endings in the anus as there are in the genitals, and she
was determined to stimulate everyone of them. Kaz marvelled that a
woman was not only licking and probing his anus with her tongue, but
also that he was so turned on by the feelings. He hugged his legs to
his chest and pulled his cheeks as far apart as possible. It wasn't
long before his dick began to show signs of new life, but he just laid
back and let her have her way.
Kiko, nearby on the floor, took Barbara into her arms and they kissed
deeply and wetly. Kiko had always been secretly desirous of the
relationship that Dana and Barb shared, often fantasizing about
Barbara's large breasts. She was not underdeveloped for an oriental
woman, offering more to Kaz than the vast majority of her Japanese
sisters could, but aside from Rebekah, Barbara's breasts were the
largest in the room.
As Barb reached a hand up her skirt and around her panties Kiko
slipped a hand onto the fabric covering Barb's mounds of delight within.
Barb responded by using her free hand to slip the fabric over her
shoulder to expose her left teat. Kiko gazed in wonder at such a huge
amount of pleasurable flesh and touched it gingerly. She hardly noticed
the hand groping its way through her bush to the moist parting of skin
between her legs. A finger slipped into her, which she did feel almost
with surprise, but it quickly withdrew and was used to smear the
slippery fluid onto Barbara's nipple. Kiko leaned over to smell her own
scent on it and then reached her tongue out to taste what she could only
describe to herself later as ambrosia. Her own breasts were stiffening,
and she used her tongue to explore every centimeter of the curvaceous
breast, aureola and nipple. Barb used her own hand to squeeze it even
tighter, and Kiko tongued the hard nipple like she would have a
clitoris. Barbara responded by reaching back up under Kiko's dress to
pull the panties down to her knees where her oriental paramour was able
to then work them off the rest of the way with her leg action.
The two of them shifted so that Kiko lay down and Barb removed her
top so that her jugs swung down freely over the awaiting mouth. She sat
on Kiko's belly leaned over and allowed her to suck generously.
Finally she slowly scooted back until her chest was between Kiko's
outstretched thighs. She positioned one of her tits right over the
oozing cunt and with her hand she guided her nipple into and around it.
Kiko sucked in her breath in pleasure, and when she felt the nipple
caressing her clit she began moaning in pleasure. She looked over to
see Kaz obliviously moaning himself - his legs pulled up and Dana
tonguing his asshole vigorously. She glanced back down to see Barb
kissing her belly, reaching up to caress her own tits through the halter
top, and continuing to grind her oversized mellon into her pussy. She
arched her back and gave a long sustained moan of pleasure as the orgasm
shook her and sent pleasure all through her.
Back on the bed Rebekah had finished satisfying Mike, and as he laid
back in exhaustion she glanced around for who to fuck next. Jim was
pumping the blonde still in controlled fashion, so she looked over the
edge to see Kaz with a hard on letting it go to waste. With a pat on
the rump to Mike for a job well done, she bounced over the edge to see
how she could help Dana do Kaz.
She reached into the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and
withdrew a curved dildo and a tube of K-Y jelly. She waved the two at
Dana, who looked up long enough from tonguing his backside to smile in
approval. Dana left off her mouth work and crawled up alongside Kaz's
head where he lay on the room's floor, placing a hand on his drawn up
legs to indicate that he should keep them that way. She pulled herself
up into a kneeling position and then stepped one leg over him so that
she straddled his face. Then, with one hand still on his legs to keep
them drawn up she slid her legs apart until his tongue was able to make
contact with her smooth-skinned beaver.
As Kaz began licking and hotly tonguing her in return, Rebekah
smeared a healthy amount of the jelly onto the dildo, another big glop
onto his butthole, and then placed the tip in position. His sphincter
muscles tightened, but she slowly, but inexorably penetrated him with
the hard plastic. When she had it buried up to its hilt she then slowly
withdrew it until it was almost, but not completely, out of him. Then
she repeated the procedure, moans escaping from around his active
tongue.
As those three continued, and Barb continued to grind her boob into
Kiko's womanhood, and Jim, Kathy, and Sharon stayed linked up, there
came an insistent knocking on the door.
Rebekah rammed the dildo all the way into Kaz, sprinted to the
bathroom where she grabbed the nearest towel, and headed out of the
bedroom into the motel suite's front room. She kicked the door closed
as she exited the bedroom and wrapped the cloth around her. She was
glad that the fabric was long enough to reach fully around her,
including her ample chest, but she noticed that it was a narrow towel
that reached from her chest to just below her crotch. But at least she
was decent as she unbolted the door.
Before she opened it, though, she called through, "Yes?"
"One of the owners, ma'am, may I speak with you?" came the reply.
'Damn,' she thought at the intrusion, 'what could be the problem? We
haven't been partying loudly enough for anyone to report us, so what
gives?' She debated whether to be angry or sweet, deciding that the
latter might get her the farthest with the owner. She opened the door
with a smile on her face.
She faced a boy and his dog. At least that was her first impression.
Then she noticed that he stood taller than she, but was obviously either
just out of or still in high school. The dog was no pup, either. It
was an Irish Setter that flanked him at the end of a leash. She opened
the door enough to stand in full view of him at which point the dog
stepped forward and began sniffing her crotch in very normal canine
fashion. She stepped back slightly and the young man noticed his dog
and said, "Don't mind Rascal, he's just a very friendly dog."
'Horny is more like it,' she thought.
But to him she asked sweetly, "Is there some trouble? And did you
say you are one of the owners?"
"My folks own this place," he began, "and I often sit the desk in the
evenings." As he talked the dog continued to sniff at her crotch
intently, smelling much of the evening's sexual scents on her that its
master couldn't. She pushed the dog's head down, but couldn't get it
away from her, and as soon as she let up pressure it moved back up into
place with its sniffing.
The motel owner's son continued, "You probably didn't notice when you
signed in that the room has a maximum capacity of six, what with fire
regulations and all, and earlier tonight one of our sanitation workers
noticed a large crowd heading into your room and reported it to my
folks. They asked me if I'd check it out."
Rebekah hardly heard his words as the dog had slid its nose up under
the fabric and started sniffing her right in her crotch. The harder she
pushed its head down the harder it pushed back up. "Would you mind if I
came in and looked around? My name is Jack, by the way." He leaned
forward and stretched out his hand to shake, which allowed the dog to
step even closer to her with its insistent sniffer.
She didn't want him coming in and getting her in trouble but she
couldn't tell him to go away, so she shook his hand. The dog, its head
angled up under the narrow towel, stopped its sniffing and extended its
very wet tongue to lick at her muskiness, but she realized that if she
were to back up into the room to get away from its probing, Jack would
follow into the room taking her movement as an invitation to enter. She
hesitated without moving and Rascal started to really begin licking her.
The wet tongue worked more rigorously and she began to feel her own
juices adding to the wetness between her legs. The juices were like a
reward to the dog who increased its tonguing tempo. She didn't know
what to do, but heard a door open and close, and then Mike was up behind
her in a towel of his own asking innocently, "What seems to be the
problem, Dear?"
He was planted firmly behind her, and Jack seemed oblivious to his
dog's doings in the shadows of the doorway as he recounted again most of
what he'd told Rebekah. She couldn't get away, being lodged between
Mike and Rascal and finally she gave up trying to resist the dog's
insistent tonguings at the delicious dampness it had discovered. She
closed her eyes, leaned back against the strong chest of the man behind
her and felt a the wetness increasing between her legs.
Behind her Mike took in the situation in its entirety, but held his
place firmly behind her, inwardly smiling when she leaned back and
relaxed against him. In reply to the inquiry to come in, he asked the
young man, "If there were more than 6 people in the room, what
consequences would there be?" and the reply was that they would all have
to vacate the room permanently, including the paying customers.
"Hmmm. And what would happen," Mike seemed to wonder aloud, "if
there were 9 people in the room, and 6 of them were female? That sounds
like a disproportionate number of females if you ask me. And what if I
told you that those six females were all no more than eight years older
than you? Let's see, there is Barbara, who's 26, dark haired and almost
as buxom as Rebekah here, who is 22. Then there is little Kathy, who's
21, is petite and has beautiful blonde hair down to her waist. There's
Dana, who's 25, and has the two most perfectly formed breasts I've ever
seen." Jack was looking on in obvious delight now. "There's also
Sharon. Umm umm, she is one hot brunette, especially with the leather
that she wears, and finally there is Kiko, who's oriental, with long
legs you can't imagine how it feels to have wrapped around you. Would
it make any difference if we had nine people in the room, including
those six, any of whom would like to meet you and get to know you
better?" Still blocking the doorway he reached around Rebekah to hold
her tightly and began kissing her neck.
Jack finally seemed to notice what Rascal was up to, and with Mike
kissing her neck and squeezing her tight in his arms saw her shiver and
begin moaning in physical ecstasy. He watched for a little longer as
the woman's towel worked loose from her breasts (Mike tugging a little
here and there as he squeezed her to bring about that effect) and was
mesmerized at the sight in front of him. The towel dropped completely
away and she spread her legs for the dog's muzzle to work unhampered as
she spasmed in orgasm again.
Mike looked up and asked again, "What do you say, which of the six
young ladies in here would you like to meet?" and stepped sideways to
allow him entry while still supporting Rebekah.
'Yes!' Jack exulted inwardly, 'it had worked again!' He had a deal
with the help that if they noticed any really hot babes to let him know
about it. He hadn't checked the three co-eds in, but they'd been
noticed by his spotters and had told him about them. He'd been watching
their room for any activity during the past couple of days, and when he
saw that they didn't have much, figured it was time for he and Rascal to
pay them a visit.
He'd lived at the beach all his life and knew horny young women when
he saw them. These three were obviously out for a last summer fling and
he'd decided to try to get in on it. He'd first had success with his
"scare the customer" routine three years before back when he was
fifteen, and had scored on tenants a number of times since. Rascal
always came along and was a real sniff artist, being an unwitting
accomplice in a process that sub-consciously told his targets what he
was after. He'd first seen Rascal do his sniffing at women's parts when
he was fourteen, and he'd seen how women usually reacted. That was what
got him started thinking about how he could find his way into their
rooms. If a girl got overly pissed about the dog's sniffing then he
explained that the dog was also trained to detect drugs. That usually
left Rascal outside tied up while he was invited inside.
A couple of years back he remembered Rascal working his wet nose up a
girl's full-length prom dress as she stammered out unconvincing
explanations of being married. Since then his pup had hiked up a few
skirts on occasions and gotten quite intimate with some shorts and
bathing suits, but nothing like he'd gotten away with tonight. And now
he was being invited in with full choice of six! He'd never been in a
room that had ever offered more than two.
He pushed his way past the moaning woman, dropping the leash on the
way. What Rascal was able to get away with or not was not up to him
now - it was every dog for himself. Mike finally stepped back from the
door so that Rebekah was able to disengage herself from the dog, but for
a long moment she remained in place. Finally she seemed to come to her
senses and disengaged herself, picked up her towel and strapped it back
on as she closed the door, but not before Rascal trotted in and took up
residence on the sofa in the front room. Mike turned to the young man
and asked, "Which one should I call, or should I just leave you here
with Rebekah?"
Jack looked over at the busty blonde, but his curiosity got the
better of him about the five others in the next room. "You didn't say
how old Kiko or Sharon is," he ventured to his host.
"Didn't I mention that? I guess you're right. The leather clad
Sharon is 22. Kiko is the youngest one in the group, just over from
Japan a couple of months ago, and just a year and a half out of school
herself. I believe she's 20, but she might still be 19. Shall I call
one of them?"
Jack thought about the hot Korean girl in his calc. class -- her name
was Su Yen. Her heritage lent a mysteriousness to her that he'd always
found alluring, so he nodded to Mike in assent, and managed to croak out
"Kiko, please."
Rebekah left with Mike, and Jack and Rascal were left alone in the
room for a minute. Jack fished into his pocket for a doggy treat and
threw it over to his Setter with a "good boy!". After a brief mumbled
conversation behind the door, Mike appeared again, with a really
beautiful young oriental girl/woman with him wrapped in a towel. She
short-stepped out of the room with Mike, her eyes on the floor.
"Let me just mention one of the ground rules before the two of you
meet. You may go with Kiko into the bed room, but in return you leave
your clothes out here with me for security, and you promise not to
hassle the young ladies who've rented this suite. Is that agreed?"
Jack nodded his head and in the excitement of the moment pulled his
shirt off, kicked away his shoes and socks, and then dropped his shorts.
He was just about to doff his briefs when Mike said he had enough
security. With that he reached out Kiko's hand to his and stepped
aside.
Just then the bedroom door opened and a stunningly sexy dark-haired
woman in her 20's appeared with absolutely nothing on. She wore it
well, though, and Jack almost regretted the choice he'd made, but she
headed over to Mike and wrapped her arms around him.
"Off you go," Mike said pointing to the door, as the naked brunette
whispered something like, "so this is the dog you were telling me
about." She let go of Mike, got down on all fours, and as Jack
disappeared around the corner he thought he caught her cooing, "here
doggy doggy doggy..."
When Mike had disappeared back into the bedroom earlier he'd quickly
apprised everyone of the situation, explaining that the owners' teenaged
child had them over a barrel and had agreed to drop the hassle for a
quickie from one of them. He hadn't made it clear whether this person
was male or female, and had asked them each whether they were willing to
be considered. They had each agreed to be available as a choice, and so
it was then that he finally told them it was an 18 year old male, who
had chosen Kiko. Kaz wasn't happy about the arrangement, but they had
each given their word, and it was a way of saving their three young
hostess's honor, so he'd given his nod of agreement to Kiko. While she
had put on a towel to go out for the 'inspection', Mike had had a
hurriedly quiet conversation with Barb, pointing to the next room as
they did so.
Now Kiko was returning to the dimness of the bedroom with her young
charge in tow. He'd been told that there were six others in the room
awaiting their return but it hadn't been real to him until he entered
and saw them all staring at him. Kiko led him to the bed, where he
self-consciously sat beside her. Kathy moved from where she had been
sitting on a chair over to where Kaz was reclining on the floor. She
figured that it would go easier on him, having seen his frowns at the
teenager, if he was distracted.
Kiko stepped back onto the floor and positioned herself between
Jack's legs and slowly removed the towel. Her breasts were firm and her
nipples pointy and hard as they were unveiled. She was determined to
make this young man satisfied that he had chosen her so that he wouldn't
come back and hassle their new found friends. With both hands she
reached back and drew her hair from behind her shoulders to the front,
and then extended her arms up high in a long and languid stretch that
showed off her taut body to its fullest. From between narrowed eyes she
looked down at him smiling, and then wetted her lips with deliberation.
She eased down to her knees and reached out to grab the waist band of
his briefs. He wiggled a little to allow her to draw them down his
legs. She moved from between his knees to pull them all the way down
and off of his feet.
Despite her sexual advances, his self-consciousness persisted in the
form of a half erect cock. He tried to tune out the others in the room
but hadn't completely achieved it. He heard and sensed that most were
beginning new encounters of their own when the bedroom door opened
briefly and Mike stepped back in.
"Just need to borrow the jelly, if I might Rebekah?"
"How about I bring it out personally and join you two?" she replied.
He smiled back wickedly and said, "Perfect. Join us, but it's us
three," he corrected.
"Woof," was her answer as she headed for the door with him.
Kiko determined that Jack was not yet ripe for the plucking, and
'plucking' was what she definitely wanted to do to him. So she moved
back up between his legs, tickling them with her nails as her hands
worked their way up. Soon she got a handful of him, which aided his
erection slightly. Leaning over him she wrapped her lips around the
head of his cock and gently began tonguing him. She could feel the head
swell a little more at this treatment, so she allowed him a little
further entrance. Her tongue worked up and down the underside of his
ever-stiffening member. The harder he got the further she allowed him
into her mouth until he was both fully stiffened and fully enveloped.
She bobbed her head on him a couple of times and then disengaged herself
completely, afraid that he would come too quickly.
She stepped up onto the bed beside him and lay down on her back, both
legs bent at the knee, but one up and one leaning towards him on the
bed. She extended her arms to him, offering herself for embrace and he
rolled over toward her and into the proffered arms.
Their lips met in a wet and lusty kiss, her mouth opening to his
probing tongue. Soon their tongues were dancing circles around each
other and she could feel his chest pressing onto her breasts
insistently. They held each other tightly, he positioning himself on
top of her finally. After some ineffective hip thrusts his manhood met
her womanhood and gained entrance. She stretched her legs apart and
then around him, scissoring him into her even further. This impeded his
thrusting action a little, but it prolonged their arousal.
Down on the floor Kathy had found her way atop Kaz and was riding him
for all she was worth. Jim, too, was on the floor, Sharon riding him
upright with Dana straddling his face backwards so that the two women
faced each other. They had formed a pyramid - Dana and Sharon kissing
each other and fondling each other's breasts simultaneously. Again the
air filled with the sweet odor of sex, and they all breathed it in as
deeply as they could. A slight racket from the next room affirmed that
the others were creating and breathing a similar scent.
When Rebekah had entered the front room with Mike where Barb was
waiting, the three had a conversation something like this:
"He is beautiful."
"Certainly is. And big!"
"The question is, how big?"
"I guess we'll find out."
"Mike says you were really into it earlier."
"More like the other way around, but yeah, I sure was."
"Wanna give it another try?"
"Why don't you. I'm still recovering from my first experience."
"Thanks. How'd you do it?"
"Yeah, down on the floor would probably be easier."
"Should I lean over further, or should I stay up on all fours?
Like this?"
"That looks about right."
"Come here, look what we have for you. That's it, here.
"Let me help him up."
"Sure is heavy."
"Hmmm."
"Do you think smelling will help?"
"I don't know. Let me give him a hand first."
"Ok."
"There we go. Down. Good. How's that?"
"I think he likes that!"
"That's becoming quite apparent isn't it. Things are looking up now
aren't they?"
"Hurry up, please. Use some more jelly, and then pass it over to
me."
"Are you ready? I think this will go much better this time."
"I sure am! Let's get on with it!"
"Ok, here we go again. Umph! Ok, maybe spread your legs further."
"I think he's close, let me just... yeah, like that... oh, that's
it...yeah, oooh, yeah, ooooooooooohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy gawdddddddddddddd!
ooo...ooo...ooo...ooo...ooo...ooo..."
"How're you doing?"
"(glrph!)"
Mike: "I wonder how long she can take it..."
Barb: "Why not try it yourself and see how well YOU do?"
"It might prove to be an interesting comparison test."
"ooo...I...ooo...think...ooo...I'm...ooo...going...ooo...to...ooo...
split...ooo...apart...ooo..."
"Barb, she looks like she's enjoying herself."
"Well, try not to look so jealous. You're next, ok?"
"Alright, but if this goes on any longer I may just horn in."
"Here, let me keep you occupied..."
In the bedroom Kiko had milked the young man dry and now Dana was up
on the bed next to her sucking her still tender breasts. Young Jack lay
exhausted on the bed next to them, and although Kiko had satisfied him
it wasn't mutual. Dana sucked and nibbled while reaching her hand down
between the slim legs' apex to caress and stroke the downy cleft.
Sharon had finished off Jim on the floor and looked up to see the two
entwining on the bed. She remembered her earlier fantasy of having
those oriental eyes staring up into her own from between her legs, so
she moved up onto the bed. She began by kissing the other breast and
then kissed her way up to Kiko's red pouty lips. She licked her face
extensively and then planted her lips on Kiko's in a damp kiss. Kiko's
tongue snaked up and into her mouth, and then began flicking her tongue
in a most suggestive way.
Sharon turned her body around, not losing contact with her kiss.
Then she broke off their mouth contact and stepped up and over Kiko's
eagerly awaiting face. Dana stopped off tonguing the now swollen breast
and slid down between Kiko's legs. Sharon laid down on top of her in a
top and bottom 69 position, that brought her own face into proximity
with Dana's. Dana leaned forward and kissed her briefly, then dropped
down slightly to begin kissing and licking Kiko's muskiness. She and
Sharon took turns eating Kiko, while Kiko happily slurped Sharon's
nether regions.
Jack looked on in incredulity, feasting his eyes on the brunette,
dirty blonde and oriental girl all arranged for his viewing pleasure.
Then the phone rang.
Someone in the next room answered it, spoke briefly, then entered the
bedroom and motioned to him to come and answer it. He entered the front
room and saw Rascal sleeping peacefully on the floor. Barb and Rebekah
also lay sleeping in each other's arms on the couch. Mike went back
over and sat on the floor by the couch and petted the dog in its sleep.
Jack had a quick conversation with the current desk attendant. He
hung up and swore out loud.
"What's up?" Mike asked.
"It's my mom. She's headed over here to see if everything is okay.
I'd better try to head her off." He grabbed his shirt and shorts and
headed back through the bedroom to the poolside door. He had just
donned his clothes and stepped out of the door onto the walled deck when
he saw his mother walking up the sidewalk towards the room. The deck he
stood on was about half a story up, with a belly-high wooden wall
surrounding it, a gate and steps down to the sidewalk that led to the
motel's pool.
"Jack. Is that you?" she called as she approached, worry evident in
her voice.
"Sure thing mom."
"Sanders at the desk said that you had to leave to check someone's
room out for a problem. Is everything ok?" She stopped walking and
stood even with him on the sidewalk, looking up at him half a story
above her.
He glanced back to see the three women from the bed crawling out on
all fours through the door.
"I think everything is alright. I was just checking on a possible
party going on." In horror he glanced down to see Dana reaching up and
then pulling his shorts back off of him. Sharon began kissing his legs
and licking them as well. Kiko began fondling his buttocks. In spite
of himself his erection began to become apparent.
With an herculean effort he looked back at his mother and told her
that the people in the room had invited him in to chat and stuff, so if
it was okay with her, could he come, oops, could he stay awhile?
She agreed, but then began to complain to him once again about his
dad, and how so much needed to be done to fix up the rooms. He listened
and nodded in silence, and she didn't even notice when he closed his
eyes for almost five full seconds. Dana had begun sucking his full-
sized prick while the other two continued to kiss and excitedly touch
him.
Then he felt his cheeks pried apart and something hard pressing into
him. He braced himself with his hands, leaning slightly forward against
the wooden wall and he just knew that Kiko had found a dildo. There was
nothing he could do to stop them without giving himself away in front of
his mother, and they did their best to make him break his silence. To
his mother it looked like he was raptly listening, his lips pursed, a
serious look covering his face. She prattled on for another minute
before finally bidding him adieu and ambling back towards the office.
Just as she was out of earshot he let out a large bellow and shot his
wad into Dana's hungry mouth. Kiko began ramming his ass with the dildo
in time to his strokes into her neighbor's mouth and Sharon helped by
giving him a hand and pumping him in the right direction. Soon his
recently depleted resources gave out and his stiffness went with it.
The young ladies gathered up his shorts, and as he leaned against the
railing in exhaustion they scooted back inside and locked the door
behind them. He heard the click and knew that he'd gotten too greedy
with this bunch and used his shirt to cover his privates as he dashed
through the shadows as best he could to get back to his own place and
some clothes. He forgot about his dog until the next morning.
Rascal didn't feel forsaken, though, as he had found a room full of
willing "bitches". His tongue and privates were constantly in use, the
"bitches" taking turns in amazement that his erection didn't ever seem
to deflate. They seemed to find it unusual that a single hump could
last longer than a half-hour and would quit and allow another to take
her place before he could finish with any of them. The small oriental
one lasted the longest, but the breasty brunette gave him the best ride.
Whichever was next in line got a good licking first, and he lapped at
the furry patches that exuded such delicious wetness in delight. From
between their legs poured forth a juice that must have originated from a
bottomless well in doggie heaven. No, Rascal didn't lack for human
companionship all night long. Early the next morning one of them poured
him a dish of milk and then let him out the front door, a tired but
happy doggy.
The crowd stirred in the early morning light, and with kisses all
around the co-eds parted from their newly found beach buddies. The
memories they had created the night before, though, would remain with
them the rest of their lives.
NEW NEIGHBORS
CHAPTER 12
"The Student"
The summer had a few final surprises for Dana and Jim. The
young swinging couple had had a full to the brim summer and
couldn't imagine anything else to make it fuller. And actually
the first surprise made their summer emptier. It was that Mike
and Barb were to move away by the end of August. Apparently one
of the networks on the other coast needed Mike behind one of
their cameras on a regular basis, and the offer to move from
local to network was an offer he couldn't pass up. The station
picked up their moving expenses and gave him a big signing bonus,
so a week after their beach romp with the co-eds, the dark young
couple was packed up and moved out.
Dana and Jim gave them a farewell party in two parts: one
with the entire complex attending, eating, drinking, and partying
until the wee hours of the morning. The second party was a bit
more intimate, and was shared only by the four of them. It was a
melancholy get-together despite the excitement of the job offer,
and the four made love and said their goodbyes on Mike and Barb's
final night. Barb bequeathed Dana one of her favorite vibrators
and a few items from her "play room" and Mike gave Jim a copy of
all the video he'd shot of them since their meeting. Jim gave
Mike a set of CD's he'd been wanting, and Dana gave Barb the
first pair of a panty-of-the-month installment, the rest to be
delivered to their new address.
When the moving van was ready to roll away the four gave a
final hug and kiss, and with promises to write they sadly
separated.
The next few days were very lonely for Dana, with Jim at
work, most of the folks around the pool not going out for her
aerobics workouts, and no especially close girl-friend to call or
visit. Kiko was a darling girl, but she was from another culture
and the relationship was just not the same.
Then about the second week of September, with technically a
few days of summer left, Jim arrived home one evening from work
to explain the possibility of a final summer adventure. It
happened that that day he'd had lunch with the Vice-President of
Marketing. During the conversation of business, company
politics, etc. the veep had mentioned his concern for his only
son. The boy's mother had passed away when he was still quite
young, so the two of them had gone it alone. Brad had just
graduated from high school, had turned 18 the week before, and
the university he was about to attend didn't begin until the end
of September. His concern was that over the past couple of years
they hadn't been too close, and he wondered if his boy was ready
for the big world out there on his own. And to top it off the
entire marketing department had to go to a training seminar the
3rd week of September.
That's when Jimmy had conjured up his notion. He speculated
to his boss that since the two of them would be out of town, that
maybe Dana, his wife, might be willing to house-sit with Brad
while they were away. Perhaps she would be willing to take the
young man under her wing and give him any last minute tips that
might be helpful in preparing him for being on his own. The
older man had thought it was a wonderful idea.
"What do you think he really wants me to teach him?" she
asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"You can ask him that yourself," he grinned back. "We're to
go over to his house and meet him for dinner tomorrow night.
Brad will be out, so this gives you a chance to get it all
straightened out without the young man staring at you at the same
time." Her husband then turned a little more serious and said,
"You know, Honey, this sounds like it means a lot to him. He
tells me Brad is a good kid, but is on the shy side without many
close friends. He said there've been only a handful of dates
he's ever been on, and he's even a little concerned that his son
might even not be too interested in girls. You could be quite
influential at this stage in his life."
Dana had been taking all of this in and was mulling it over
in her mind. She spoke, almost to herself, "If his father's
fears are correct then I won't have any influence at all. But
it's worth a try, and it would be a big help to be out of this
place with you gone and Barb and Mike not here anymore." She
looked up and smiled mischievously, "Why not! Let's give it a
try!"
********************
The next evening they pulled up to a large house, set well
back from the road behind both a wall and some woods. The curved
driveway allowed them to pull up to the front door and park near
it. Brad's father, Mr. Thorpe, answered the door himself with a
warm smile and a handshake. He ushered them into a very
masculinely decorated home that included lots of warm-toned
woodwork throughout. Many of the floors were polished hardwood,
the trimwork throughout was done in stained woods, and the colors
of the furniture tended towards blues, maroons, or browns.
It was a deceptively large home, with many nooks and
crannies throughout, impossible to detect from the outside. They
got the grand tour, which showed them the standard living room,
bedrooms, and baths, but they also explored through a recreation
room, a well stocked wine cellar, a technologically up-to-date
study, and a spacious television room. Dana's first impression
of the last room was that it would be a family room, but the one
wall was dominated by a huge-screen TV, speakers, and
entertainment center with the cushiony furniture all arranged for
easy viewing.
Out back they came across the large heated pool, tennis
courts, deck, and whirlpool. The 4-car garage was not attached
to the house, and seemed to have practically another house atop
it. That area, Mr. Thorpe explained, was where the cook and
housekeeper lived. They would be on vacation the week he was
away.
Finally they headed back in for dinner. Mr. Thorpe was
dressed casually, but had an air of good grooming about him. Jim
had worn a polo shirt and a pair of crisp slacks, which made him
look right at home in these environs. Dana had worn a blue denim
dress that hugged her curves nicely without being indecent. The
length of the hem was short, but not such that she couldn't sit
down without exposing too much thigh. He pumps added both a
couple of inches to her normally average stature and an extra
lift to her backside that made her cheeks curve even more shapely
than normal.
The cook brought them salads followed by some sumptuous
chicken dish with vegetables alongside. They washed it all down
with a liberal amount of a white wine that matched the meal
perfectly. The talk ambled back and forth between the weather,
bits and pieces about the company, and the local sports teams.
Finally, during coffee, Mr. Thorpe turned to Dana. "So what
do you think about staying here next week while your husband and
I are away?"
Dana paused to consider the offer once more, and then asked
him, "The only question I have is what, exactly, you'd like for
me to do for your son while you're gone. This is a beautiful
place you have here and I'd love to stay, but am I to be his
baby-sitter, his chaperone, his dorm-mother, or what?"
Mr. Thorpe smiled slightly and focused his dark brown eyes
on her. "Dana, you are a beautiful young woman and I appreciate
your candor." He made a wide gesture with his hand, "All this is
nice, I admit, but it means nothing to me compared to my son.
Unfortunately I'm not sure he would say the same in reverse.
When his mother passed away I was lost for awhile. But Bradley
needed someone and I just didn't know how to be that peson. He's
lived with nannies, housekeepers and cooks all of his life."
He got up and began pacing, talking almost as much to
himself as to them. "I tried to be a family to him, but he had
such little interest in the things that I understood. Nowadays
he seems to live in his room with his music, books and computer
and we hardly even see each other.
"Now he's graduated from high school, had his 18th birthday,
and is off to the university in just three weeks. He hasn't many
friends, and really could use someone on his side." He turned
back towards her, "Dana, he needs a friend, he needs someone of
the opposite sex to teach him something about women, and he needs
to learn how to socialize. I'm willing to offer you $5,000 and
full use of my gold card to stay here next week. And I promise
to personally take care of your husband while we are away on
business. What do you say? Will you stay here?"
Dana's eyes had widened at the amount of money being
offered, and the suggestion that he would take personal care of
Jim hinted that upward mobility was in the cards. She answered
him levelly, "For that amount of money certain services might be
expected. I just want you to know that if I stay, the friendship
I extend him will be on my own terms. Is that understood?"
Mr. Thorpe quickly agreed, "Absolutely! I leave the extent
of your interest in him entirely up to you and neither demand nor
expect of you any more than I've already stated. You will,
however, be around on a full-time basis, won't you?"
Now it was Dana's turn to assent. "I do, though, give
aerobic classes three days a week. Could I take him with me and
do that one thing?"
"Surely," he replied. "I just didn't want you out doing
something else from 9 to 5."
The phone rang off in another room and Mr. Thorpe excused
himself when the cook came to inform him who was calling. Jimmy
turned to Dana and flashed her a big grin. "It looks like you're
in like Flynn, Babe! What a place, huh?"
Dana headed around the table and sat in his lap. "I think
I'm going to like it here." She frowned, "After that meal, it's
too bad the cook won't be around, but I guess it's better to have
some privacy. No one will interfere with the lessons I plan to
give."
"Umm," he crooned in her ear as his hand slid up and inside
the denim on her chest.
********************
The next Sunday afternoon Jimmy and Dana waited in the
airport for Mr. Thorpe and his son to arrive. Shortly they were
hailed from behind by the Vice President and a lanky teenager.
The father was dressed for a business trip, but the teen wore
ripped jeans, a heavy metal t-shirt, and a baseball cap. The
long hair protruding from the cap was brown but didn't look like
it had been combed in a couple of days. The plane was due to
depart soon so each pair said their goodbyes and then Dana and
the young man were left together.
They watched the jet take off and then agreed to meet back
at the house.
***************************
Dana pulled up to the mansion after Brad had already arrived
back, but he was nowhere to be seen. The sun shone brightly with
continued warmth despite the approach of summer's end, and she
struggled to carry her bags in. As she headed up the stairs with
them she could hear the TV going in the back of the house. She
unpacked her things, put on a modest team suit and headed for the
pool with her towel and water gear.
She called a 'hello' toward the back of the house and heard
a similar reply on her way through the downstairs. Once out on
the deck she dropped her towel on a chair and dove in. The water
was warmed to a perfect temperature for doing laps - cool upon
first entering, but warm-feeling after exerting some energy. She
practiced her free-style and her back stroke, forgoing the
butterfly to reserve some of her strength for the rest of the
day. At one point in between laps she saw the young man watching
her out of the window, so she pretended not to notice and stepped
out of the pool. She arranged the lounge chair so that anyone in
the house would see her fully stretched out. Then she allowed
herself a little nap.
She awoke to the sound of water splashing and then drenching
all over her! Brad had jumped in doing a can-opener and sent a
wave of water her way. She spluttered a protest and headed for
the pool to exact some revenge. She dove in after him and gave
chase, but he proved to be an excellent swimmer and eluded her
grasp. He hopped out and ran to the other side of the pool. She
gazed up at him, the sun behind her and illuminating him, and she
saw a well developed chest, tight stomach muscles, and a skinny
waist. His legs were covered to nearly his knees in a baggy swim
suit. His dark hair straggled down over his head, but his blue
eyes and cocky grin made him look appealing, even if immature.
"You swim pretty good," he observed.
"You're not so bad yourself," she returned.
"Yeah, well, it's about the only thing I can do well." He
squinted his eyes facing the sun, and added, "Seems I can't even
stay by myself for a week well enough. Gotta have a baby-
sitter."
"Is that what I am?" she asked as she pulled herself out of
the water. She could see that he stood about 6 feet tall and was
a bit on the thin side, but well muscled, giving proof to his
claim of competence in a pool. "And if you're such a good
swimmer what are you doing in such a baggy suit? Is that how you
compete?"
He glanced down at his attire and replied, "This thing? I
just wear it in public -I have a team suit on under it."
"Let's see it," Dana challenged.
A bit self-consciously he untied the baggy suit and stepped
out of it. Underneath was a team-style bikini suit that had dark
random green stripes on a black background. Dana eyed it
appreciatively, noting his small tight buns and the rounded bulge
that no team suit ever covers. His chest was hairless, and
although it was nothing to write home about, his pectorals were
well developed with the potential for even bigger muscles.
He didn't allow her to look for long, but hot-footed it for
the water and dove in again. He began doing some laps and she
went to sit on her lounge chair to watch him. His breast stroke
was not very good, but he did the difficult butterfly stroke
cleanly and quickly.
When he'd given himself a good five-minute workout he
abandoned the water to sit next to her. He got his breath back
quickly and asked her, "So why are you here? Doesn't my dad
trust me while he's away?" The sarcasm in his voice was plain
for her to hear.
"What did he tell you? Did he say why I was going to stay
this week?"
He was young she could see, but not as immature as she'd
first thought. Just a little unsure of himself. He looked back
at the house as if his father were still in there and answered,
"He said you were here to be my friend and to teach me. But he
wouldn't say what you were supposed to teach."
"Do you have many friends?" she asked quite directly.
Obviously defensive he answered, "Sure, I've got plenty."
"Do you need another, or do you want to be friends with a
member of the opposite sex?"
"I really don't need any new friends three weeks before I
leave - and no, I really don't care about the opposite sex."
"Do you date?"
"Sure."
"Got a girlfriend?"
"Not at the moment."
"So why not let me be your friend? I made an agreement to
stay at your house this week, so we might as well be friendly. I
will teach you anything you'd like, to get ready for college.
There is wardrobe, grooming, relationships, party etiquette,
whatever you like."
Indecision crossed his handsome face. "What say we just try
to stay out of each other's way this week. It's not that I don't
like you, but I don't know you, and there really isn't time to
get to know you before I head for school. You know what all
there is to do around the house, so other than meals I probably
won't be seeing much of you."
"Too bad," she retorted and turned her attention to the book
in her bag. She lay down on the lounger and began reading. Brad
headed to the house and to his own quarters.
Dana fixed sandwiches for dinner later, and set up to eat in
the TV room. She had changed into her pajamas and a robe, and
ate her meal on the couch in the plush room, her food on a tray
near her. Brad didn't show for quite a while, so she loosened
her robe for comfort and stretched out on the cushions to watch
the movie that was on. Her "pajamas" were a red lace teddy cut
high on the hip that showed her figure in an especially
flattering way. The fabric was gauzy and didn't hide the dark
flesh circles on her breasts. Her robe was parted and she did
nothing to cover up further when he entered the room.
Trying not to stare too obviously he stammered, standing
over her, "Thanks for dinner. I ate in the kitchen, and I'll
probably just spend the evening in my room. Good night."
"G'nite," she smiled back at him as he somehow managed to
drag his eyes away from her and exit the room.
About an hour and a half later the movie finished, so she
headed upstairs towards her room. Brad's was past hers, so she
went down the hallway to wish him a good night, but stopped
herself before knocking. She could hear his labored breathing
behind the door, so she listened intently. Finally she couldn't
resist and carefully and slowly turned the knob. She opened the
door just a crack and could see him sitting on the side of his
bed, facing away from where she was peeping in.
Brad was stripped down to his boxer shorts, but while she
couldn't see everything it was obvious what he was up to. She
could see the back of his arm working rhythmically, regularly.
Eventually he laid back on the bed and she had the perfect view
of his solo activity. His hand had a good grip on his cock and
was pumping it with gusto. Every so often he released it to lick
his palm which was what was providing the lubrication. His
member was engorged and swollen, and she could see the mushroom-
like reddened tip looking like it was going to burst.
He seemed to have good control over his erection because he
didn't bring himself to orgasm instantly. Rather, he prolonged
it for at least five more minutes. As the minutes slipped by she
felt herself moistening between her legs as she witnessed his
self-pleasuring. With slow strokes he pumped his long and
straining member, tightening his stomach muscles each time. His
momentum grew until finally his hand action reached a fever pitch
and then slowed suddenly as large globs of white fluid squirted
onto his flat belly and dribbled off the end of his throbbing
rocket. His body was rigid, and slowly eased down from its
height.
Dana had allowed the door to open slightly more, and at the
sight of the conclusion to his climax she unconsciously let out a
sigh of sympathetic relief. Brad heard the noise and quickly
rolled over to determine its cause and spied the clandestine
observer.
Unsure of how much she'd seen he tried to speak, but just
stammered and spluttered until she walked in and told him to hush
up. "I saw it all," she explained, making him bury his head in
shame. "I thought it was beautiful," she added to his surprise.
She moved over and sat on the bed next to him, and offered
him a tissue from her robe's pocket. He laid on the bed with his
back to her and wiped himself up. While he wasn't looking Dana
undid her robe again so that it would hang open, revealing her
tight body in the clingy red lace teddy.
She gave him a moment to get himself slightly respectable,
and then began quietly talking to him. "Your father suggested
the possibility that you might be of a sexual orientation he
wouldn't choose, but what I just witnessed didn't look like that.
Tell me, Bradley, who was in your imagination to get you off like
that?"
Nearly inaudibly he replied, "It was..."
"It was who...," she encouraged.
"I was thinking about you," he whispered.
"Good," she commended his honesty. "I'm flattered. You
must have really put it to me good, hummm?" He grunted assent,
still not looking at her.
"Why do you think your father doubts your interest in
girls?" she probed.
"I could never tell him," he protested quietly.
"Tell him what?"
"If I tell you," and he turned to look up into her eyes,
"you won't tell him, will you?"
"I never tell what happens in a bedroom." Her answer made
him aware again of where they were and he turned his gaze back to
the floor.
"It was two summers ago when I went to camp for two weeks.
It was a pretty nice camp, and had lots of adventure kinds of
things to do. But my leader took a liking to me about half way
through and visited me one night in my bed. I tried to protest,"
and his voice choked up a little, "but he knew my dad and
promised to tell him I was a queer and that I'd been caught with
one of the boys he knew was gay if I said anything.
"I should have stopped him that night, but I let him... I
let him screw me, and then he came back frequently until the camp
ended. I hated it, but somehow I got the feeling that everyone
else either knew or suspected. I couldn't even look at girls,
knowing that I was satisfying a guy, and, I don't know, I guess I
haven't been much of a ladies' man since."
Dana drew another deep breath and let his story sink in.
"So, you were raped by a member of the same sex, and that led you
to question your own sexuality." It was a statement, not a
question, so Brad didn't answer. "It wasn't your fault. That
man's power over you made you feel powerless, but he's out of
your life, and you are free to make your own choices.
"Do YOU think you're gay?" Her question was blunt, but she
was trying to force him to make a choice - a conscious choice.
"No. I hated what he did to me, and even though I don't go
out with girls much or know how to talk to them, I like them and
not guys." His voice had lost its quaver, and he could even look
in her general direction.
Dana knew his choice was still shaky ground, so she offered
further encouragement. "It's pretty obvious to me where your
interests lie. Please don't be ashamed of your performance - if
I didn't think it would embarrass you more I would applaud what
you just did. So keep me in your thoughts, or a babe of your
choice, and keep at it. More people should masturbate - it's a
socially acceptable way to vent your sexual energies. It sure
beats raping someone else like was done to you.
"So remember, I'm here to teach you. Anything you want help
with, just ask. WHATEVER you need to know - I'm your woman."
Brad looked up and took in the sincere manner she was
projecting. 'She isn't making fun of me,' he concluded, and then
gazed downward from her face to take in the sight of her body so
close at hand that would haunt his sleep for the rest of the
night.
She stretched herself to her full extent in a languid yawn,
bent over to kiss him on the brow, then bid him good night and
headed back down the hall to her own room. Once there she
slipped in between the sheets, and found that she was still moist
between her legs. The sight of him bringing himself to orgasm
stuck with her as she practiced her own advice about
masturbation. When the waves of pleasure finished rolling over
her she plotted her strategy for the next day and drifted off
into peaceful slumber.
**********************
When Brad went down to breakfast the next morning he passed
Dana coming out of the kitchen. They exchanged "good mornings"
and she headed back the way he'd come from. He had on running
shorts and a cut-off T-shirt and she was wrapped in a robe that
revealed little. He ate his breakfast in a contemplative mood,
reminiscing about the night before, having been caught in the
act,and the subsequent divulgence of his camp rapes.
When he entered his room he saw that she'd spent all her
time in his closet and dresser while he was eating. Clothes lay
piled up in a heap by the door and his closet looked half empty.
>From the number of clothes he recognized from his drawers he
figured she'd done the same there.
"Hey! What's goin' on?!" He bent over the pile of clothes
and began going through them to see what she'd pulled. His tie-
dyed shirts, his corduroy pants, his boxer shorts and much more
had been unceremoniously dumped into the pile. "What're you
doing with my things?"
"I'm doing what I said before," she replied over her
shoulder without stopping her weeding process. "I'm getting you
ready for college. You're not a kid anymore, so we're going
shopping for some new clothes today - some clothes for a man your
age," and she tossed another of his old shirts into the pile.
"No way, Jose!" he vehemently denied. "These are my things
and you can't just come in here and throw my stuff out. Who do
you think you are?!" He began picking through the pile for
pieces he wanted to salvage.
She hesitated in her actions, and turned to face him. As
she did her robe fell open and he spied the bikini bathing suit
she wore beneath. It was an electric orange fabric, and barely
covered her privates. The top formed small orange triangles over
her breasts, and the bottom looked too small to cover pubic hair,
yet somehow none showed around it. He barely heard her answer as
his eyes were doing all the listening and her body was speaking
volumes.
"You're right. Your father invited me here to help you get
ready, but you haven't asked me yet yourself. Until you do I
guess I'm overstepping my bounds." She headed past him through
the doorway, but turned in the hall to address him. "I guess you
know everything you need to know before you go to school. I was
asked to come here to help, but if you don't want me..." and she
turned to head for her own room.
Torn inside between wanting her help and angry at her
intrusiveness he called, "What do you think you can teach me
anyway?"
She called back, "Maybe nothing. Are you afraid to put it
to the test?"
He headed down the hall to her room and stopped in her
doorway. She had taken off the robe, gotten out a towel and
tanning oil, and began to pack a small bag for the pool. "I'm
not afraid - I just think I'm already ready enough to leave this
popsicle stand and go away to school."
She put her bag down next to the bed and sat down on the
bedspread. "Ok Mr. Smarty Pants, let's see how you do on a
little quiz if you're so well-informed," she teasingly challenged
him.
"You're on, sister!" The gauntlet had been thrown down by
the one and picked up by the other. She lay back on the bed and
wrinkled her forehead in thought.
"Alright - let's make it true or false. Let's see... Ok,
true or false? Alcohol and pot are sexual stimulants."
"That's easy," he replied entering the room and sitting on a
chair next to her bed. "Everyone knows booze is a depressant."
He leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head in a
cocky pose of relaxed victory.
"Score one for you. Yup, you're right," replied the blonde.
"They might lower your inhibitions, but they can also restrict
the blood flow to the genital area and make it difficult to keep
an erection." Her candid language gave him a momentary
embarrassment, but she gave no indication of noticing. She
thought a moment more and then asked, "Let me try a harder one
then. True or false? Most teenagers have "done the nasty" by
the time they are 17."
Still in his reclined position he grinningly answered,
"True."
"Wrong!" she crowed. "Half of males, but only a third of
girls have had sex by 17. So you see, virgins are in the
majority - or at least are while in high school. In college the
rates go way up, so that's one of the reasons I'm here: to give
you some preparation before heading off to the university.
"Let me give you some more: a girl can get pregnant before
her first period - true or false?"
"False?" he answered hesitatingly.
"Nope. It's true. Rare, but true. The first thing that
happens for a female to get pregnant is that her ovaries release
an egg. Her period comes after that, shedding the lining of her
uterus if the egg isn't fertilized (that's the bleeding part) -
so before her first period is the releasing of her first egg and
she could get pregnant between the two events." Dana rolled over
onto her stomach giving a nice view of her derrier. Her bikini
bottom was not a thong, but the back formed a very narrow V that
covered her backside crack and not much more. The tanned cheeks
were small and muscular, and looked ripe for the plucking, which
is what his mind began fantasizing about.
His thoughts were interrupted - "True or false," she
continued, "a female can get pregnant even if her male lover
doesn't "come" inside her."
"True."
"Why?"
"I don't know - it just sounded so unlikely that maybe it
was a trick question," he answered defensively.
"You're right, even if you don't know why. Let me put it
this way. Most of you guys are so horny to get into a gal's
pants and up inside of her, that your little microscopic spermies
are the same way: tenacious! All it takes is a drop of sperm on
the outside of a pussy for those horny little spermies to start
swimming their way into and up our love canal. If they happen to
find an egg along the way - well, it can be baby-city, even
without the pleasure of love-making. That's why "pulling out",
sometimes called coitus interruptis, isn't good birth-control."
Brad looked down at his lap and remarked, "Wow! I never
knew we were so potent." Looking back over at Dana he asked,
"Say, how do you know all this stuff anyway?"
"I was a Phys. Ed. major in college. Health classes were a
big part of the curriculum. It's not just aerobics and push-ups.
We have to know the body inside and out, and that goes for
knowing about sexuality as well." She tilted her head down and
looked at him from just under her eyebrows and asked, "Do you
give up, or do you want some more?"
"Yes and yes! I concede your superiority on the subject,
but I also want some more. This is pretty interesting stuff."
He turned in his chair so that he could drink in the sight of her
tight body without having to crane his neck. He knew that SHE
knew that he was staring at her, but after last night he didn't
care.
"I think so, too. Alright... which language gives us the
terms we use about sexuality?"
"I dunno - it's Greek to me."
"Close, but it's Latin."
"Isn't Latin supposed to be a dead language?"
"Maybe so, but whoever can think up words like cunnilingus,
felatio, penis, clitoris, and vagina can't have been too dead
above the neck - or below the waist for that matter.
"How about this one: fill in the blank - the most sexually
stimulating and sensitive area for most women is the <blank>?"
He eyed her up and down, his mental hands roaming her body
trying out each possibility. Finally, he answered, "The nipple?"
She cringed and replied, "Unh uh. Nipples are a lot of
both, but the most sensitive area is a woman's clitoris." She
locked her gaze with his and said, "NEVER forget that. Never!"
She then laid her head on her arms and asked, "What are the only
two forms of birth control that prevent sexually transmitted
diseases?"
"Condoms, and...," he thought hard, "I can't think of
another."
"Kind of a trick question," she smiled back. "Condoms, and
abstinence. Most folks thinking about having sex are quick to
forget that second one, but it's the only 100% effective method."
She reached down and picked up the bottle of tanning oil and
held it out to him. "When we're done here I'd like to catch a
few rays out by the pool. Would you please put some on my back?"
Just the question seemed to give his lap a little rise. She
was asking him to rub his hands up and down her smooth looking
skin, so he quickly seized the opportunity. He'd seen in a movie
how to warm the oil in his hands before applying it, and as he
knelt on the bed next to her and began she oohed at the
sensation.
Her muscles seemed to relax as he stroked the liquid onto
her, and she continued the quiz. "True or false: anal sex is
never pleasurable?"
That made him glance down at her nearby ass and begin
imagining his cock working its way in between her tanned cheeks.
He was startled that his first reaction hadn't been the pain and
humiliation he'd received at the actions of his former counselor
who'd rammed his own ass until it bled. But staring at this
woman's body had begun the process of shifting his focus from his
own past experience to the possibilities the future held. While
he tried to imagine it as a pleasurable experience to him, the
giver, he wasn't so sure about the recipient, so he answered,
"True."
"It's false," she murmured in a low voice. "There are just
as many pleasure nerve-endings in the anus as in our genitals.
You just have to do it right. Apparently whoever did a number on
you wasn't out for mutual pleasure, which is the only worthwhile
kind there is. If the sphincter muscle of the recipient is
allowed to relax, and the penetration is slow and smooth, even
anal sex can be extremely sensuous and erotic." She spread her
legs apart some and asked over her shoulder, "Would you mind
doing my legs as well?"
Brad was glad to move further back and out of her line of
vision, for his shorts were now having difficulty containing his
growth. He shifted his cock to point sideways, afraid that if it
continued to grow in the up-position it would poke up out of the
top. He warmed some more oil in his hands and began applying it
down near her feet, as far away from where her legs met as he
could get.
Even so he was in heaven. He had always had a fascination
with women's feet. They were so dainty and shapely that his
erection increased as he stroked the tiny curves and undulations
of her petite feet.
The radio began playing a rock tune that had a driving beat,
so he was glad when Dana asked another question. "True or false
- bikini underwear for men can stop the testicles from producing
sperm."
Brad knew that his own balls were beginning to ache from
what he imagined were bottles full of sperm being produced.
"False," he croaked, his voice cracking just a little bit.
"Uh uh uh...," she liltingly called back. "If they (your
testes) are too close to your body they get overheated and stop
working. That's why they hang down in their natural state - to
keep them cooler than your body temperature. When a couple want
a baby they usually have a better chance if the man wears boxers.
Not," she added, "because it makes him sexier. I guess a woman
will put up with anything once she gets the mother-urge." She
glanced back again at him and remarked, "Most of us like to see
our men wearing next to nothing."
Brad's stiffy got even harder, and he was aware that he'd
oiled her feet, ankles, and calves as much as he could. If he
was going to finish the process he'd begun on her legs he would
have to work his way up to her well-muscled thighs. As he began
she almost imperceptibly spread her legs further.
"Let me ask you something, ok?" he asked as his hands began
massaging the oil into a thigh.
"Sure," she replied, "but be sure to cover all of me back
there."
He couldn't tell if she were teasing him or serious, but he
acted on the latter assumption and began working his way up
towards the top of her legs and the smooth mounds that were
nearly exposed just past them. "Were you serious last night and
just a bit ago about preparing me for college in any ways I
asked?"
"Mmm hmm," she hummed back.
"W-Well," he stammered, "would you prepare me...," and
looking away added, "for girls? You know, how to act and be
around them? I know a little, but I have to admit I have a long
way to go."
Dana immediately turned over and Brad's fear was that she
was pulling away to reject his request, but she sat up next to
him and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek and a smile.
"That was honest, and a very nice way to ask me, and yes, I will
help you. You're a bit rough around the edges in some ways, but
I think you have the potential to be very sensitive and caring,
and that is what I want to teach you. But I'm NOT going to
prepare you for girls," she concluded.
"You're not?!" he protested in disappointment. "But you
just said..."
"I said I'm not going to prepare you for girls. I AM going
to prepare you for women. You're leaving girls behind and moving
into the world of women.
"Now, the first lesson is to never presume anything with a
woman, so I want you to finish oiling my legs, anything not
covered by my suit, but I don't want you to take any liberties.
Do you understand?"
He nodded meekly.
"Good. If I am going to teach you then you have to agree to
do whatever I ask or tell you to do. Do you so agree?"
Again he nodded.
She rolled back over. "Go ahead then, but watch where your
fingers go. And like I said earlier, later we're going shopping.
Everything I'm going to teach you will prepare you to be around
and with women. That starts with your clothes, includes your
health, your attitudes and your techniques if we get that far.
Do you understand?"
Happily Brad agreed and went back to work, smoothing the oil
again onto her legs and even up onto her exposed cheeks. His
mind removed the suit, but he was careful not to let his hands
actually travel across any forbidden zones. The last thing he
wanted to do was to break the promise he'd just made to his new
tutor.
*************************
After Dana's time in the sun they headed out together. Dana
drove Brad's BMW, but she didn't tell him where they were going.
Soon they pulled up in front of a beauty salon and Dana led him
in. There he was treated to his first manicure, and then a buxom
red head gave his hair a wash and style. His long locks were
shorn to a short length, but the styling effect she gave him made
him look in his early twenties. A touch of mousse, a spritz of
spray and they were on their way.
Next stop, Dana's condo complex. She was still under
contract to lead 3 aerobics classes that week in the clubhouse,
so they stopped in to her place where she changed into her
'tards. Brad expressed interest in trying the class himself, so
she threw out some of Jimmy's workout togs for him to put on.
About 30 minutes later Brad was wishing he hadn't so glibly
joined in, huffing and puffing to keep up with the obviously fit
group around him. Dana looked like she had hardly broken a sweat
by the end, but Brad dropped in a heap and wasn't sure if he'd
ever recover. But he was young and bounced back quickly enough.
He showered in the locker room and changed back into his own
stuff. He felt odd without his long hair, but the new reflection
in the mirror pleased him, and he reminded himself that he had
committed himself to Dana's regimen for social success.
As they were leaving, Dana received a little good-natured
kidding from some of the women there about being a "Mrs.
Robinson," but Brad was too young to catch what the reference
meant. He did catch mention of a "hot party" going on that
evening by invitation only and Dana was given a card to present.
They headed back to his Beamer and for the nearest mall.
While they were driving there Dana began her first verbal
lesson. "What is the first thing that a woman notices in a man?"
Brad thought a minute and answered, "Whether he has a cute face?"
"Almost," she replied, her blonde hair streaming back from
the breeze coming in through her open window. "Statistics and I
both agree that it's his eyes. And the only way for a woman to
notice your eyes is for you to look directly at them." She
glanced over at him. "I've noticed that often when we speak you
look down at the ground instead of directly at me. I want that
to stop. When you speak to me I want you to hold my gaze. I'm
not talking about staring, but I am talking about eye-to-eye
contact.
"It's one of the best ways for a woman to feel intimate with
a man. It tells her that he is listening to her, which is very
important. It makes her feel special, and it gives her a chance
to really notice his eyes.
"Two more things," she continued as they sped up and onto a
highway. "The second thing a woman notices about a man is the
width of his chest. It's good that you worked out today, and I
think you did very well for a first try. That was an advanced
class I was teaching today and most people couldn't step in and
keep up, and you almost did." The last she said with a wry
smile. "But eyes and chest, waist and buttocks, while important
at first glance are only that -- a first step."
They headed for the mall exit. Dana asked, "How long should
foreplay be before consummating the lovemaking?"
The question caught Brad a little off-guard, but being off-
guard was getting to be pretty routine, so he thought, added up
the minutes for various foreplay techniques he could think of and
suggested generously, "I'd say at least 20 minutes."
Dana's smile widened, she looked over at him and shook her
head ever so slightly. "At least you said 'at least.' But that
was a typical male response, and is probably longer than most
would have suggested.
"For a man sex is a physical act that begins with the
arousal in his pants, and ends when the last drop has emanated
from his hard prick."
She pulled into a parking space quickly and then brought
them both to an abrupt halt for emphasis. "Bradley," she said
deliberately, looking him straight in the eye. "I want you to
really understand one of the main differences between men and
women. I want you to hear this, and if you get nothing else from
our week together, I want you to get this. For women, it's the
relationship that is important, and the sex act secondary. Sex
is only a part of a woman's relationship with a man. Sex is
often indicative of that relationship, and for us it can't easily
be separated.
"There are a few nymphomaniacs out there that treat sex like
a man does. I've been known to do so on occasion myself. But
without the loving context of a relationship, the sex act has no
value or desirability for a woman.
"So the answer to my question, from a woman's perspective,
is that foreplay occurs ALL DAY LONG! The ENTIRE relationship is
the foreplay. It begins when the alarm goes off in the morning,
or if you're not married, it begins whenever she first thinks
about him during the day. What is he like to her at breakfast?
Is he gruff and pre-occupied, or is he tender and focused on her?
As the day goes on does he ever call her to say he's thinking
about her, or stop on the way home to pick up a rose or a card?
When they eat meals does he compliment her cooking, does he offer
to do some meals himself? Is laundry, cleaning, and
traditional 'woman's work' left up to her, or is he secure enough
in his own masculinity to try to even things out in the
relationship? Does he have to control the finances in the house,
or does he recognize and accept that women are equal to men in
most respects as well as superior to them in many others?
"In your case, will you place your own wants and needs
beneath the value you place on your relationship with whoever is
your love-interest? I've heard it said that 'men give love to
get sex, and women give sex to get love.' That's sad but too
often true. So my question to you is are you going to live by
the need you feel in your pants, or can you live on a higher
plane and elevate the ENTIRE relationship?"
Brad didn't know that she was asking it rhetorically, so he
stammered out an "I don't know" before she placed a finger to his
lips and shushed him.
"This is all new to you and I don't want you to shy away
from the water before you've even gotten your feet wet. All I'm
trying to say is that sex is a part of the relationship and not
the goal. If the relationship is there, then the sex will be
too; and the better the relationship the better the sex.
"If the two of you can talk and communicate and trust one
another, then the sexual heights you can reach have no limit.
But I should have probably put that the other way around, because
"trust" is the single most important factor in satisfying sex.
Yes, "love" is important, but I said for SATISFYING sex.
"You have to trust a lot of different things for the
experience to be satisfying. There's the trust that the other
loves you back, that he or she is HIV negative, that a parent
won't come barging in on your living room rendezvous, that the
other won't be offended if likes or dislikes are communicated
during the encounter.
"Most females have a poor to bad first sexual encounter,
because of trust. The situation may be in a car where there's no
room to maneuver. Or it may be in the basement in front of a TV,
but who knows when Dad is going to come down or return home from
wherever? And the poor guy just wants to score so he can tell
his buddies, and she knows it. And he thinks if he can pump her
a good 10 to 20 times before coming that she'll be satisfied,
too."
Dana realized that she had been lecturing him rather sternly
so relaxed her demeanor and reached a hand out to run through his
newly cut hair. "But I know that you'll be different. I'm going
to teach you how to act around women, and then the world will
have at least two decent men in it, with my own husband Jimmy as
the other. Ok?," and she lowered her hand to firmly stroke up
and down his arm. Brad agreed and reached out his own hand to
touch her golden tresses, but she had turned and moved out her
door before he could make contact.
The two headed into the most exclusive of the department
stores where she brandished his father's credit card with a
vengeance. She put Brad through the paces as she picked out
slacks, shirts, socks, belts, a couple of jackets, and a couple
of ties. Then she led him into the underwear section and began
picking out those for him.
She sent him to the changing room with an armful of bikini
briefs made of cotton, or nylon, or even silk. She brazenly
walked in a minute later and made him open the door for her to
inspect each pair that he tried on. Thankfully she allowed him
to close the door and change in private, because his manhood
couldn't help but grow at the feel of silk and the scrutiny of
such a vixen. Finally she was satisfied with the purchases and
allowed him to re-clothe. Brad reflected that he'd usually been
a boxer man, but if that displeased his tutor he was willing to
wear a g-string to make her happy. The bikinis gave him greater
support, and made him more conscious of his private parts when he
had his pants back on, but he concluded that there was nothing
wrong with that.
The elderly clerk never said a word to either of them about
her infringement of the changing room, probably due to the amount
of clothes they kept piling up on his counter to be purchased.
During their shopping spree Dana kept reminding him to look
her in the eyes when talking to her. It had been difficult for
him at first, but after a couple dozen reminders he had begun
doing it more naturally. When they had completed shopping for
him, Dana led him back into the back of the women's clothing
department.
Dana continued to keep him off-guard, for he now found
himself in Women's Lingerie. He self-consciously looked around
to see if anyone noticed him and found that at this time of the
day there weren't many shoppers, and the only other people in
their neck of the woods was a pregnant mother looking through
maternity night-clothes and a rather geeky looking salesman.
Without a second thought to the other shopper or sales clerk
Dana waded into the silk and satiny underthings, fondling many as
she searched. The sales clerk made an attempt to help her but
she waved him off smilingly, and went back to looking at the
intimate apparel. He hovered just out of selling range, and
under the cover of straightening up the merchandise on the racks,
kept his ear cocked for any opening she might give him.
Finally she waved Brad over to a rack of skimpy underthings.
"What kind of lingerie do you like?" she asked him coyly. She
held up a pale lavender boustier up to her chest and smiled at
him with the sexiest look he'd ever seen.
He swallowed hard, forced himself to look her in the eyes,
and replied, "Anything, even a burlap bag, would look good on
you."
Her sexy smile broadened into one of delight and she
exclaimed with girlish glee, "Bradley! You're learning fast.
That was exactly the right answer, and then she turned and armed
herself with a half dozen items. She headed for the changing
room, but when she saw that he wasn't following she beckoned him
to follow. "'Turnabout is fair play,'" she quoted back to him
and ducked through the doorway and into a booth. Brad stopped at
the doorway, afraid that the salesman would object if he went
further, so after a minute, Dana came out to him.
She wore nothing more than an off-white camisole top and
miniscule bikini briefs and came out to the doorway. Brad
stepped back to admire the view and allowed her to model the thin
material. She twirled, moved, and turned in the doorway, and
both Brad and the salesman got an eye-full. The clanking of the
clothes hangars on the racks stopped as both men stood wide-eyed
at her posing. Her athletic form, long tanned legs, tight belly
muscles and full breasts were all displayed to their maximum
effect, topped by flowing blonde hair surrounding her voluptuous
face. She paused to see the effect she'd made and then danced
back to her cubicle.
The racks restarted their clinking, but when she appeared
again a minute later the sound again stopped. She slowly walked
into the doorway wearing a black g-string, a black-lace and blue
silk garter belt, dark stockings, and a matching blue silk girdle
that barely covered her breasts. She moved around sensuously,
and when her back was to them she bent over and touched the
ground with both hands. The g-string and garter didn't even
begin to cover her cheeks, and Brad drank in the view like a man
who hadn't had water in a week. She straightened back up, turned
back out towards the store, and pulled the strings on the girdle
as tightly as they would go. This made her tiny waist even
smaller, and made her boobs look as though they would burst out
the top of it.
Again she disappeared back into the recesses of the dressing
room. The clerk had unknowingly left his clothes arranging and
moved closer to the doorway to get a better view. He moved up
behind Brad and whispered intently, "Who IS that?"
"Gorgeous, isn't she?" he replied over his shoulder.
"I've been in this department for four years now and I've
never seen anyone like her."
Dana then peeked only her head and bared shoulder around the
corner. "Bradley, would you please find me something else to try
on?"
Brad began looking around for something else for her to
squeeze into, but the salesclerk was already ahead of him. "Over
here!" he whispered to the young man as loudly as he could. Brad
moved through the aisles toward him and saw what he was holding
up. The clerk handed him a short white gossamer baby-doll night
gown with slight ruffles around the hem. It almost felt like
nothing was on the hangar, and its insubstantial material gave it
a similar look.
But the clerk was already headed for another section and
waved him over. He had moved into a section Brad hadn't noticed
before that included a lot of leather and neoprene items. It was
mostly hidden back around a corner and was obviously meant to be
away from casual eyes. Brad was handed a shiny black plastic
full body suit with a zipper up the middle. He took what was
offered by the nearly drooling man and headed back towards the
dressing room.
On the way, though, he noticed some sheer high-cut body
stockings, and picked out a light pink one. Dana wasn't in the
doorway any more, but had re-dressed and stood near the check out
counter. He handed her the merchandise which she placed on the
desk along with the other items she had tried on. Seeing the
disappointment on his face she crooned, "There, there. You'll
just have to wait a little longer to see me model them. Ok?"
Then she noticed the look of disappointment on the
salesman's face, too. He moved around the counter stiffly,
trying to hide his frustration, and asked her, "Will that be cash
or credit?"
In a business-like tone she inquired, "Did you think the
items fit me properly?" as if she were asking about the fit of a
coat.
He took a deep breath, and without looking at her, began
ringing up her order and replied, "I thought that the ones you
selected fit quite nicely, but I think you may be hasty in buying
these without trying them on," indicating the newest items.
In a low tone she asked, "Did you want me to try some more
on?"
Still without looking at her he murmured back, "Yes I did."
She rummaged through her clutch purse, and pulled out a
folded card. "Here," she offered it to him. He accepted it,
opened it, and read it. "What is this?" he asked, curious about
the number, which was the only marking on it.
"It's an invitation to a party, and if you liked what you've
just seen, then maybe you should attend tonight." She told him
the address to go to at her complex, and said to mention her name
to get in. She also suggested that he lose his glasses, dress
casually, and not expect to make it back home until the next day.
With obvious relish he pocketed the paper and handed her the
large bag filled with dainty items.
"Enjoy," he smirked to the young man when their transaction
had been completed, and then headed off to help another customer.
Brad and Dana headed out to his car, and when they got there
he unlocked and opened the door for her. She bent over to put
the bag in the back seat, pointing her tush right in his face,
and then stood back up. "One last little verbal lesson for
today. You've come a long way already, and holding my door,
while offensive to some, is what you should assume you should do
until told otherwise. That is another point for you.
"Here's a tip on how to do it. When you get the door, hold
it open and with a hand on the door step towards the front of the
car and face back. That way you'll be facing her as she gets in.
That will give you two advantages: first, when she sits down
you'll be able to look at her and receive a smile back directly
in gratitude for your gallantry.
"The second advantage only occurs when she is wearing a
skirt or dress. Believe me, there is no way to politely get into
a car wearing either of those, especially if they are short, and
when you stand there looking back, you'll be the recipient of the
second advantage."
Brad smiled back in gratitude as she slipped in behind the
wheel. He headed for his own door, visions of her in the
dressing room doorway competing in his mind's eye with what she
might look like later in any of the other purchases. His tight
underwear contained his manhood, but only barely as they drove
home.
**************************
When they got home it was early evening and the air had
turned chilly. Brad took his things up to his room to put them
away. While up there he changed into a tight fitting dark green
silk bikini under a pair of new jeans. A lilac Ralph Lauren
shirt, leather belt and top-siders completed his outfit, and he
experimented with combing his hair. When he had just the look he
wanted he headed downstairs to the smells of some kind of pasta
heating up in the microwave.
He helped set the table and then they sat down to a meal.
While they ate Dana spoke to him about table etiquette, making
small talk, and how to keep the focus on the woman during a meal.
He practiced asking brief questions and holding back his own
opinion until she felt truly heard.
When dinner was over they cleaned up and took bowls of ice-
cream into the den to eat. The conversation turned back towards
the bedroom when Dana asked him between bites, "What turns you
on, Brad? What type of woman, what parts of a woman, what
thoughts or fantasies do you have?" She settled back into her
chair and waited for his answer.
He had trouble looking her in the eye as he thought about
the question, so finally gave it up and looked away as he
answered. "There was this Hispanic girl in my Biology class that
really used to get my blood boiling. It's hard to say what it
was about her, but anything she did seemed to make me hard.
There was just something very sexual about her, if you know what
I mean?" And then he quickly amended that to add, "But you would
if anyone would."
She just looked at him seriously and didn't say a word, so
he continued. "She has the longest legs and the cutest feet. I
guess her feet really get me the hottest."
"Do you get hard thinking about her feet?" Dana asked.
"Yeah," he replied, the image of her petite parts and her
long slim legs filling his mind.
"What would you do with her feet if you had the chance?"
Brad didn't need any further prompting on this one as this
fantasy had journeyed through his brain repeatedly. He couldn't
believe he was voicing his thoughts out-loud, but he did. "She'd
be wearing dark stockings. Not pantyhose, but silky smooth
stockings, with a dark line running down the back of them.
Their tops would just barely be hidden under the top of her mini-
skirt, and they would run all the way down her legs and disappear
inside a pair of high heels."
He closed his eyes and lost himself in his fantasy. "She
would sit on one end of the couch and I'd be on the other end and
she would put her feet in my lap. With her eyes closed she'd
move them back and forth gently, and I'd get as hard as a rock.
Then I'd remove her shoes and massage the bottom of her feet.
The nylon would add a silky feel to them and as I massage she'd
spread her legs for me to see beneath her skirt and begin
moaning.
"As I caress her feet I can see that her garter belt is the
only thing she has on under her skirt, which is now hiked up to
reveal her dark bush, and one of her hands slides down to begin
fingering herself. I move my hands up and down her silky legs,
with one of her feet buried in my crotch.
"Somehow I get my pants and underwear down and place her
sole back on my meat. The feel of her stocking on my cock is
delicious and as she strokes herself to orgasm I erupt all over
her foot. She is a loud moaner, and as she continues to climax
her leg strokes me up and down, the ball of her foot repeatedly
forcing fluids from my spurting fountain. Finally I move up and
fall into her arms as we passionately kiss." He slumped back
into the cushions, mentally exhausted from his verbalization.
Dana whispered, "Ooooh. That was nice. I think you got me
hot with that image." She placed her bowl on the coffee table
and got up to leave. "Come up to my room in about ten minutes.
And Bradley?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Lose the pants," and she walked out of the room and up the
stairs.
Brad kicked off his shoes, and shimmied out of his jeans.
He was undecided about wearing the shirt, but figured he might as
well lose that as well. He looked at his watch and agonizingly
waited the remaining eight minutes until he could go upstairs.
Finally the tenth minute ticked off and he a bit self-
consciously walked up the stairs towards her sleeping quarters.
The hallway was dark, but a glowing light emanated from her
doorway. He turned the corner into her candle-lit room and spied
her stretched out on her bed, the covers pulled back.
She had on the black plastic body-suit that covered her from
her neck to her ankles, and out to the end of her arms. Her feet
wore silvery stilleto heels and her hair had been pulled up into
a bun. The candlelight reflected off of her tight outfit, and he
could easily see where her nipples made slight bulges in it.
She cooed, "Come in," and gently patted the bed next to
her. Brad's own bulge was thankfully pointing sideways or he'd
have revealed himself out the top of his briefs. He moved over
to the bed and laid down next to her.
She propped herself up on one elbow, the plastic making a
slight squeaking noise as it moved on her body, and she looked
down at him on his back. She reached out her free hand and began
caressing his chest. "I want to change your potential into skill
if you'll let me?" she offered.
His throat was too tight to answer, so he just nodded his
head slightly. "It's said that men achieve their sexual peak at
18. Do you think that's true?" she asked, and he shrugged his
shoulders still unable to trust his voice. "Well, let's find
out, shall we?" and she leaned over to kiss him wetly on the
lips.
Her body made contact with his as he turned himself towards
her on the bed, and the feel sent aches of pleasure through his
every nerve. He tried to kiss her even more passionately, but
she removed her lips from his and cautioned, "slowly, remember?"
Then she returned her luscious mouth to his and parted her lips
to allow his tongue to gently probe between them. Her body
settled against him, and he could feel her weight all up and down
his torso. She reached a hand down and released his sideways
cock from that position so that it did point up and out of his
shorts, and then she settled her own crotch on top of him there.
As they kissed she rubbed her body up and down his, placing
extra weight where she lay on his hardness, and before he could
help himself he started coming. He felt the wetness on his
stomach as the slick fabric of her suit smeared it into him, but
he could tell that she knew what was happening as her movements
up and down matched the strokes of his climax. She began sucking
his tongue in rhythm with his spurts, and that only added to his
total enjoyment.
After what seemed an eternity of pumping, his fountain ran
out and she released her hold on his tongue. He collapsed back
onto the bed in exhaustion, but she began kissing his cheeks,
then his neck, and then his shoulders. Her kisses continued to
work their way south, onto his chest, his nipples (which felt
particularly good), and then on down his belly. When she reached
his belly button her kisses changed into licks, and she began to
feast on the wetness he'd created down there. She moaned her
pleasure as her tongue stroked off all he'd pumped out, save for
what clung to the fabric on her own belly. Her fingers found
their way into the bikini material and then deftly she tugged
them down and off of him.
Now down by his feet she resumed her kissing, and covered
his feet with wet kisses. "You said that a woman's feet get you
off," she whispered up to him, "so let's see how you like a taste
of it yourself." She then began to kiss and caress his toes,
sometimes flicking her tongue inbetween them. He writhed on the
bed at her attentions, feeling a little twinge of excitement in
his privates already.
She smothered his feet in kisses and wet licks, and then
began to work her way up his legs. When she had reached his
knees he was again beginning to harden and she looked up to see
the progress he'd made. She let out a slight gasp as she saw the
size he had already swelled to. In the back of her mind she kept
thinking of him as a teenager, but now she saw that he was a man
in every way that counted. His eyes closed again, he heard her
whisper, "Tonight we'll <kiss> just bring your <kiss> fantasies
to life. Later <lick> you'll learn how to <kiss> respond
appropriately." Then she moved quickly up his thighs to
distribute her busses upon his full manhood.
He gripped the pillows with both fists as her moist mouth
slipped over the tip and began tickling it with her tongue. His
hips started to thrust and push his way in deeper, but she
gripped his balls tightly and squeezed. "Never force your way
in!" she whispered fiercely, and his thrusting stopped
immediately. She held on to his testes for enforcement, but her
mouth resumed its wrapping actions.
Her other hand began caressing his belly, his chest, his
nipples. Her mouth lowered ever slightly lower and her tongue
added pressure until finally his engorged stick was nearly down
her throat. Dana then began rhythmically sliding up and down his
shaft and she released his balls to pump him manually in time
with her mouth. His back arched and when the little bit of pre-
cum escaped he knew that he couldn't hold back any more. He
involuntarily began to thrust, but now she was in control of it
and worked his orgasm to its fullest. She gulped his bursts, but
held him back from ramming himself down her throat. He surprised
her at the amount of fluid he still held in reserve on his second
go around, and she swallowed for all she was worth. She sucked
him dry -- all traces of his explosions having been swallowed
away. She sidled up alongside him, and asked rhetorically, "Was
that nice?". Brad turned his head to kiss her, smelling his own
musk on her breath as their tongues intertwined. She moved her
leg up so that her knee rested on his belly and her crotch
hugged his hip. Their kiss lingered until he dropped his head
back in exhaustion. She snuggled up against him, pulled up the
sheets and drifted off into a light sleep.
A couple of hours later he awoke as she worked her way down
his body to kiss his hairless chest and nipples and then moved
back up to breathe, "You rest a bit and I'll be right back." She
hopped out of bed, rummaged in her dresser drawer, and then
disappeared into the bathroom.
Brad lay back in bliss and luxuriated in both the warmth of
their lovemaking and in the glow of the nearly depleted
candlelight. He didn't sleep, but drifted in that twilight zone
just below full consciousness. He heard the door open and click
shut, and then a silky nymph with blonde hair moved onto the bed
with him. He cracked his eyes open to see his love-tutor sitting
next to him on the bed, her golden hair shimmering in the low
lights. Her eyes twinkled girlishly above her wry smile. The
perfume she had added while away assailed his nose like a sensual
bouquet.
He sat up more to see what she had changed into, and saw why
she was smiling. She had on a white babydoll outfit that had
small pink roses accenting the material. It looked to be made
out of a delicate cotton, and lace around the edges made the
overall effect give her a very young look. Her panties were
miniscule in the front yet they completely covered her and gave
no hint of any stray hairs peeking out. Sitting next to him, her
hair falling over one eye, she looked like she was younger than
he. Her smile turned shy, and instead of being the woman in
charge of his learning, she appeared virginal and unsure.
Brad sat all the way up and leaned toward her. Dana looked
down and leaned into his warm embrace. He felt her curves
fitting into his as her breasts pressed firmly into his chest.
He brushed back the hair from her face and saw her slightly
parted full red lips beckoning his. She tilted her head back and
closed her eyes and he kissed her tenderly. Her wet tongue
caressed his lips and then slipped between them. His hand slid
down her neck and brushed lightly over her decolletage onto the
thin material covering her full breasts.
Dana marvelled that Brad was swelling again, but recalled
also that he was at the sexual peak of males in age. She slid
down his body, cradling his mounting erection in her soft hands,
and slipped down onto the floor. She pulled her babydoll nightie
up and over her head, leaving on only her small panties. She
directed him to sit up and place his legs over the edge of the
bed. She leaned over and liberally moistened his meat with her
mouth, but before he could get the idea that this was just
another blow job, she moved her body forward until his fully
swollen prick stood up between her breasts. She let go of him
and placed her hands on the sides of her mammaries. She pushed
them together and felt the warmth of his tight flesh against her
chest. She moved up and down and let the tip of his cock
disappear between her own swelling breasts, and then would force
it back up and out again as she knelt back down.
Dana pushed her tits together with the heels of her hands,
but soon had her fingers vigorously stimulating her hardened
nipples. Brad was leaning back bracing himself up on his elbows
lost in the rapture of another dream come true.
His stamina still wasn't up to par for Dana's satisfaction,
and soon she could feel his jism striking her under the chin and
dribbling down her neck. She increased her vertical motion to
help him pump out his bilges, and when she felt his stiffness
start to soften and saw him fall back onto the bed she let up.
She dipped a finger into the sticky fluid and licked it off
with a smacking sound, but decided to share her midnight snack.
She worked her way back up his body and leaned over him so that
her breasts dangled right in his face. When he reached up a hand
to cup her and guide a nipple into his eager mouth she let him
but then began squeegeeing the semen down her chest onto the
breast he was suckling. He continued to suck and nibble until
she had seen to it that all his fluids had found their way back
into their originator. Then she withdrew from his oral doings
and snuggled up against him. They both nodded off for the rest
of the night - but not before Dana decided to gain her own
satisfaction from him the next evening.
****************************
They slept in late, but Dana rose first and left her young
lover buried in the covers while she withdrew to take a luxurious
hot bath. She had given Brad as many of his fantasies come true
in one evening as she'd been physically capable of, and hoped
that enough of his teenaged desires had been satisfied so that
she could actually teach him something the coming night without
his need to reach orgasm overwhelming the learning process.
She finished her bathing, retrieved her clothes and lingerie
and left, all before Brad awoke. She dressed in jean shorts and
a cut-off T-shirt and headed out to do some grocery shopping,
leaving a note to the man of the house on the breakfast table.
She left a lipsticked kiss on the bottom of the note in place of
her signature.
When she returned an hour later she could tell by the dirty
dishes in the sink that Brad had been up and about, but was
nowhere to be found. She put away the articles she'd purchased
and decided to get back out to enjoy the pool one more time. She
undressed and put on a tiny, but comfortable bikini. The bikini
bottom again was a thong that had only a small string that
slipped between her cheeks, but she was used to the feel now, and
wished that it continued up the front and could slip between her
pussy lips. That kind of fashion, though, she figured wouldn't
hit the beach scene for at least another five to ten years.
She spent the rest of the morning plotting and planning the
evening's lesson. She knew that he was capable of multi-sessions
of love-making, but knew that in one night she couldn't teach him
everything she knew. She decided that there were six positions
she wanted him to learn, and learn well, so she decided to extend
the lesson to two night's worth.
After a couple of hours in the sun, lunch, and making her
plans Brad still hadn't turned up. Dana wandered back up to her
room to look over her clothes, her lingerie, and her "toys". She
spent the rest of the afternoon trying on various combinations of
her sexy underthings attempting to achieve just the right
combinations that would kindle her young lover's fires to their
hottest. She spent a good bit of that time applying her make-up
and doing her hair so that it was just right, also.
She went downstairs and had just begun puttering around in
the kitchen when she heard his sports car pull up in front of the
house. She heard the doorbell ring, and wondered at that, seeing
as how she knew it was Brad who had driven up. She opened the
door, and took a long moment to recognize the tall man who was
standing there.
He was dressed in a dark-grey tuxedo, had immaculately
styled hair, was grinning from ear to ear, and held a bouquet of
peach roses that matched his bow-tie. His other hand was hidden
behind his back. Dana smiled back grandly to the young man
standing on the porch, and asked, "What can I do for you, Brad?"
Brad beamed back, "Excuse me, but would you do me the honor
of accompanying me out this evening?" and proffered the roses.
"What are you up to?" Dana giggled, a bit off-balance at the
change he was showing compared to only a few days ago.
"Nothing -- except that I would like to spend the evening
with the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I have tickets to
an up-town dinner theater, and I was hoping that you would
accompany me."
Dana accepted the flowers and the invitation, but made him
agree that she could take a little bit and dress for the
occasion. Then she stepped forward and kissed him deeply, her
arms entwining themselves around his neck. He greeted her kiss
passionately by pulling her taut body tightly up against his with
his free hand, but it became clear that he still could not
embrace her fully.
They separated slowly, but then Brad brought his other hand
out holding the beautifully wrapped box it held. It was a rather
large rectangular box with metallic silver paper and and a peach
bow. Dana used her free hand to take his and urged him inside.
They walked to the living room where Dana found an empty vase to
put the roses in. She then turned back to her elegantly dressed
escort and accepted the gift.
"What have you been up to?" she asked as she accepted the
gift. She sat down and awaited his answer, so he sat in a wing-
backed chair opposite her place on the sofa.
"After last night I needed to go somewhere and clear my
head. No," he grinned, and some of his youth shined through his
newly matured image, "I mean this head," pointing to his skull.
"But nothing has ever happened to me like last night, and I
needed to try to put the pieces together.
"I've been scared and ignorant about girls all my life,
although I've been fascinated with them. I suspected that sex
might be wonderful, but my own experiences that we've talked
about had only been painful ones. I haven't been able to
approach girls, uh, I mean women, and talk to them, be friends
with them, or do anything but be curious from afar. I don't
blame anyone but myself for being so reticent, but I couldn't
think of any way to change things.
"So today I've been thinking about what occurred last night.
I went to the beach to clear my head <grin>, and there are three
things I want to tell you. First, while I was in a diner having
a cup of coffee, a young mother with her baby started a
conversation with me. It surprised me to make small talk, but
before I knew it we were talking about my college plans, her new
baby girl, my mother's death, and her own career out of her
house. It's not that there was any physical attraction between
us, at least overtly, but we connected as two adults. I've never
done that with an adult before, and certainly not with a female.
"So, later today I was walking the beach and came across a
young teenaged girl who was obviously cutting classes. She
wasn't there to really enjoy the beach, she was just there to be
away from school. Somehow we got to talking. Again, I can't
tell you how foreign that is to me. She told me about her
abusive father and how difficult school was to deal with also. I
didn't try to convince her to do anything, I just mostly
listened, and it felt good.
"The last thing I wanted to tell you was about the third
female in my life this day. She is an older woman, but instead
of making me feel like a kid, she makes me feel older. Instead
of acting shy around her I just seem to forget my shyness.
Instead of feeling dirty about my thoughts, she makes me feel
healthy about them. Instead of making me want to avoid females
while yearning for them from a distance, she makes me want to get
close to them and be a part of their lives.
"I realize that she is married and isn't going to be a part
of my life much longer, so I want to appreciate her as much as I
can while she is still here, and I want it to start as soon as
possible. So I've rented us a limo that will be here in a half
hour. And I got you this," he said indicating the gift she held.
"When we were shopping yesterday I noted your sizes, and I think
it will fit. Are you going to open it now, or what?"
Dana thanked him for his candor and then began tearing into
the gift. She worked her way down to the gift inside, and then
pulled out a long, silky, peach chiffon dress. She oohed and
aahed as she held it and caught the reflection of light off some
sparsely placed sequins along the decolletage. The fabric seemed
to float in the air as she held it up.
"Half-hour 'til the limo arrives, right?" she confirmed, and
Brad gave her a nod. "See you then!" and she skipped out of the
room and up the stairs to ready herself for their outing.
Just as the limo pulled up she stepped down the stairs.
Brad was there waiting, and his eyes glued themselves to her.
The dress might have been a size too small, but just barely, and
the tightness only added to the allure. The fabric hugged her
from her breasts, down past her incredibly tiny waist, around her
tempting hips and onto her shapely thighs. The material extended
down to her calves, but the slit up the side showed most of one
of her shapely legs. She had her hair done up, and a string of
pearls adorned her luscious neck.
Brad's eyes couldn't decide where to look. The tanned skin
of her breasts was just barely covered by the peach dress, and
the tightness of the fabric made her cleavage even more
pronounced. The pearls were a milky white, yet they reflected
the pink-orange color of the dress perfectly. And then her
stockinged legs begged for attention as well, the dark color
hinting at a sexiness that contrasted with the softness of the
rest of her outfit. She stepped down the stairs unfalteringly in
four-inch black spiked heels into his arms, and after a
suggestive embrace they headed out for the town.
The evening turned out to be pure romance. There were
cocktails, dinner, a sinfully rich dessert and then the evening's
show. It turned out not to be dinner theater, but a Las Vegas
type show, with singing acts, dancing girls, comedians, and more.
When they pulled up in front of the estate they were both
giddy from so much fun. They dismissed the limo and headed
inside for the rest of the evening's entertainment.
Dana headed upstairs to change and Brad began building a
fire in the living room's fireplace. He took his jacket and tie
off during the process and had just settled down on the couch to
stare into the flames when he heard footsteps softly padding
behind him. He turned to see Dana illumined by the warm glow of
the fire looking like a vision in the doorway. Her hair was
loosened down to her shoulders in cascades of curls. Her eyes
stared at him with a mixture of hunger and apprehension. Her
torso showed through the shimmery white silk floor-length gown
that flowed over her like gossamer in the wind.
Brad swallowed hard, and stared as she saw the stunning
effect she had on him. She moved into the room and around the
couch to where he was sitting. She extended a hand, inviting him
up and into the middle of the room where they entwined in each
other's arms. He ran his fingers through her golden lit tresses
and looked deeply into her eyes, seeing a willingness and a
promise to fulfill his "education." She closed her eyes and
tilted her head back, so he didn't waste any further time and
with one hand still in her hair and one behind the small of her
back pulled her in tightly and kissed her for all he was worth.
Her lips parted to allow the thrusts and probings of his tongue,
and she moved her one leg in between his so that her hip made
contact with his crotch. They ground together for a full minute
before she moved back slightly from him. She reached up to
unbutton his shirt, which she did as his hands roamed up and down
her back. She pulled the tail out of his pants and finished the
buttons, and then ran her hands together down his body from his
neck to his pants. When she got there she quickly unbuckled his
belt and unzipped him. He allowed his shirt to fall off and his
pants to drop, and then stepped out of them.
His bikini briefs were constricting him terribly, but the
two laid down on the fluffy carpet in front of the fire where he
kicked off his socks. Dana lay on her back and whispered to him,
"Your final lesson from me is the most important. I want you to
learn how to please a woman. If you can truly do this then you
will never lack for lovers. Will you do as I say?"
"Yes," he murmured as he leaned over to kiss her breasts
through the material of her negligee.
"Good, then let's continue." She arched her back to force
her breast deeper into his mouth. "I want you to reach down and
lift my gown up to and just above my breasts." Without stopping
his kissing actions Brad did as she requested. Now her body was
fully bared to his view and she moved his head back to her
breasts.
As he licked and sucked her teats he reached a hand down to
her pussy but she urged, "Don't rush," pushing his hand away.
"Let your mouth be the focus of your actions, and slowly work
your way there. Maybe even skip a woman's pussy to continue
kissing your way on down her legs to her feet. Enjoy all of her,
not just her crotch and she will know that you love all of her,
not just her sex organs."
Dana found it difficult to continue speaking as her body was
responding fully to his attentions. In the firelight he was a
gorgeous hunk of manhood and she wanted to screw him blind, but
she knew that he needed to learn the restraint of true
lovemaking, not just the heat of rutting. It wasn't long before
his head began descending down her body, which by now was
tingling in anticipation. Her vaginal walls were fully slicked
already, but he heeded her earlier advice and didn't head
straight there. He did linger on her taut stomach, giving a
little extra to her navel, but when he moved to her thighs he
stopped and looked up.
"You have no hair on your pussy." He sounded surprised, and
she remembered that this was the first time he'd actually seen
her completely in the buff. Before she had either been in some
stage of dress, whether in a bikini or in lingerie, and hadn't
realized that he hadn't seen her shaved beaver. He quickly
added, "I like it, though. I'll be able to see exactly what I'm
doing in a few minutes." The promise of his words sent another
shiver down her back as his warm hands began caressing her thighs
and calves as he kissed his way lower.
He spent a good bit of time kissing and licking between her
toes, which was driving her wild with anticipation. But then he
began working his way back up her legs again, his hands leading
the way. His fingers caressed her silky smooth thighs and moved
around the back to fondle her buttocks. Finally she lifted one
leg and his hand moved from her bottom to her love slit. A thumb
slid inside her causing her to gasp, and she felt the juices
running out of her. Brad's tongue moved even higher and then
onto the inside of her left thigh.
Dana decided that she had to take things in hand or this
young whipper-snapper would be teaching her some new tricks. She
guided his head into her crotch and his tongue into her slippery
pussy. Ripples of pleasure began cascading through her, but she
kept her head enough to direct his successfully. Here her
oversight and coaching really kicked in.
She whispered instructions to him that had him use enough
different techniques that she climaxed nearly a dozen times. She
proved her earlier quizzing answers about the female of the
species being multi-orgasmic as she had him use different
tonguing styles, sometimes combining her own fingering with his
mouth-work. She did have to warn him off of trying to use his
own fingers to directly stimulate her clitoris. He wasn't that
advanced, and only produced a painfully rubbing until she stopped
him.
She showed him how to tongue her anus while the intensity of
an orgasm made continued contact with her love slit unbearable.
She taught him to silently count to fifteen before starting in
again, which he did over and over again.
Finally she knew that another climax would exhaust her
physically, and before she allowed him to stimulate her to a
collapse she directed him to move himself up until his stiffened
member practically burrowed itself inside her of its own
volition. Dana's heaving body accepted the intruder with relish
and held him firmly in its wild gyrations as they lustfully
climaxed together. Brad's muscles stiffened as his hips thrust
violently into Dana's smaller body, but she met each one eagerly,
and unwittingly screamed her pleasure at the top of her voice.
When the thrusts stopped she felt him shudder uncontrollably
as she held him tightly in the embrace of both her arms and legs,
his cock buried to the hilt up inside of her.
The evening moved into the late night as Dana showed him as
many different positions as she knew: doggie-style, inverted 8,
69, woman on top T, and more. Brad's ability held out longer and
longer, making for deeper and more intense pleasure for Dana.
Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning even Brad's youthful
energy gave out and they collapsed into sleep within each other's
naked embrace.
*****************************
The rest of the week was made up of smaller, briefer lessons,
honing his appreciative skills, his manners, and his sexual
abilities. By their last evening Brad was no longer taking
direction from Dana, but was trying out some positions and
variations of his own. His confidence level had taken a 180 turn
around women, and frequently when they were out she could see how
much more self-confident he was. Their last night was one of
slow love-making, intimate caresses, and whispered fantasies that
they took turns making come true.
The morning that Brad's father and Jim were to return Dana
packed up and moved back home. Then she drove back to pick up
Brad so that they could welcome home their relatives. Just
before the plane landed they spent the last moments in a
passionate kiss that seemed to last forever, but came to end all
too soon for young Brad. He released her from his arms
reluctantly as passengers began de-planing, knowing that what she
had done to him and for him in the past week would last with him
for the rest of his life, and indeed it did.
Brad went to college, and after some short but sexually
intense relationships, settled down with a fiery dark Latino.
He never questioned her on where she had learned her technique
with men, and he would have sworn that it wasn't possible, but
their physical relationship surpassed what he and Dana had
achieved in the space of a week. It took a little longer than
that for Brad and Carmen, but they continued to grow closer and
more intimate as the years went on. The peak of the mountain,
that he'd sworn he'd reached once with Dana, continued to move
higher, and the end was nowhere in sight as he and his lover grew
more and more intimate.
Dana and Jim, on the other hand, looked back years later on
that summer of experimentation and sexual awakening with smiles.
After Dana's week with Brad, which she only told Jim about with
the barest of details, the married couple turned to each other
for more and more of their intimacy needs. Dana went off the
wagon a few times in the next years as a particularly stunning
wench would join one of her aerobics classes, but never for long
as she and Jimmy found satisfaction most fully in each other.
But they never forgot that summer, and used it as a spring board
for frequent discussions about sex that inevitably lead them into
the bedroom, or living room, or other private spot once again.
The years didn't leave their bodies untouched, but never did they
lose interest in sexual closeness and the desire to poke
themselves into
THE END of the other.
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