Future of Porn

“This story can be considered to be Chapter 25 of The Lessons. As noted in the introduction to an earlier story, I am no longer titling this series as simply, The Lessons. Feedback I have received indicates that this generic title is not at all descriptive and not helpful to readers unfamiliar with the series searching stories by title. Even for those familiar with the series find the generic title to be unhelpful, as the chapters vary tremendously in content and theme. Therefore, I am using a more descriptive title, and noting its place within The Lessons as a subtitle. “Modeling Underwear for the Girls” is similarly noted as Lessons 23 and “John and Tim learn about each other” as Lessons 24. I hope this explanation is helpful(but I do apologize for its length!). In any case, this is a story of primarily voyeurism and exhibitionism, but it also contains some submission, humiliation, and spanking. If these are things that would ruin it for you or that you would find offensive or disgusting then you should not read this story. Otherwise, please enjoy!”

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Emma’s parents were out of town and she would have the house all to herself. Emma was 18. It was time for her to be on her own. However, a lot of the students at Templeton College still lived with their parents. It was a very conservative college, and many of the parents sent their children there precisely because of its strict discipline and its discouragement of inappropriate fraternization.

Emma, however, was even a bit more insecure than the average girl her age, or even the average Templeton girl. Emma didn’t like staying in that big house all by herself, so she asked her parents if it would be okay if she had a friend sleep over while they were out of town. They didn’t mind. She was, after all, all grown up and could be trusted. Besides, they liked Terrie, Emmas’s best friend, and they knew that Terrie was a good girl who would not cause any trouble. They made it clear, though, that there must be no alcohol. When they had been Emma’s age, the legal drinking age had been 18, but now it was 21. They felt a bit hypocritical about enforcing a rule that they had not themselves had to obey, but enforcement was particularly important when Emma’s friends were in the house.

Once they left, Emma somehow (or perhaps naturally) expanded the guest list to include Tina and Bonnie as well. She knew, or perhaps more accurately assumed, that her parents wouldn’t mind if a couple more of her friends came over. In any case, they were all 18 years old. They could govern their own lives, although it was true that it was her parents’ house and not Emma’s. As long as she was staying there her parents felt that they still had the right, no, the responsibility, to help her make the best decisions. But, if “the kids” behaved themselves, didn’t drink, or didn’t break anything, her parents really wouldn’t mind. It would be fine. The girls would at least not have any boys over.

There would, of course, be lots of talking about boys. Emma was very curious about boys, particularly after her experience in Miss Bixley’s class (see “Modeling underwear for the girls”), but she wasn’t dating anyone. There was this boy in the Chess Club she liked (Bobby; see Chapters 9 and 14 of The Lessons) but he didn’t seem to be particularly interested in girls, or at least not her in particular. She actually considered inviting in him over while her parents were out of town. That would certainly be a rather bold first date. What would he think? What would he expect?

Actually, she hoped that he would in fact think and expect the obvious. She had seriously considered asking him over, but eventually decided against it. The fact that her heart pounded as she imagined approaching him should have told her that she wasn’t ready for that. And, consider the embarrassment if he said no! How could she live with the fact that people would know that she actually asked a boy to come over to her house, for obvious reasons, and he turned her down? What guy would want a girl who was that desperate and that rejected?

She couldn’t really understand why he didn’t seem interested in her. Emma was very cute. She had long wavy brown hair, pretty blue eyes, fluttering lashes, and the rosiest of cheeks that even had the sweetest of dimples when she smiled. It was true that her breasts were quite small, but her friends would say that they fit her well. She was rather diminutive in height, less than five feet. She also had a little perky bottom. She was not at all happy about the size of her breasts, but she was very happy with, perhaps even a little bit proud of, her firm fanny. She would even admire it in the mirror, imagining how guys might like to look at it. She wondered a lot about whether Bobby would like it. She knew that he would be disappointed with her breasts. She couldn’t blame him for that, but he would have to like the rest of her figure, at least she surely hoped that he would.

In fact, a couple of times she had even tried to flirt with him using her derriere. Girls did it with their breasts, why not then try with your bottom? She would find any sort of reason for bending over in front of him, and then look back to see if she could catch him stealing a glance. However, she felt awfully silly doing this. And, more importantly, it didn’t seem to work. By the time she looked back he would be looking off in some other direction, as if he hadn’t noticed her at all.

Bobby, however, had indeed noticed, and he even liked a great deal of what he saw. The truth of the matter was that he did have a thing for her. He hadn’t told anyone though, not even his friends, Ron and Chris. But, he didn’t have to tell them. They largely suspected it. He talked about her a lot. He asked telling questions (e.g., “Have you seen her with anyone?” and “Do you know if she’s dating someone?”). He even felt bad looking at her butt like she was some sort of a sex object. Before she could notice his lascivious glance at the tight, tender curves of her sweet apple fanny, he would look away, flushed with guilt and confusion.

It really wasn’t her body that attracted Bobby to Emma. There was in fact something about her personality that Bob found so very appealing. Perhaps it was her shyness? He was himself quite shy. When it came to asserting himself with a girl face-to-face, for an actual date, well, he got rather tongue tied. When he was talking to Emma, about homework, chess, politics, or other things that weren’t personal, stuff just rolled off his tongue. He felt so comfortable with her. He just enjoyed being around her. But, he couldn’t get himself to take the next step and actually ask her out on a date.

Emma was, in any case, looking forward to the slumber party. It would be fun. They were going to make s’mores, listen to records, play Trivial Pursuits and Truth or Dare, maybe even watch a horror movie (she really wanted to see The Ring; she had never seen it yet and was too scared to watch it alone), and certainly they would talk about boys. She was in fact planning on talking to her friends specifically about Bobby. They knew she liked him. Perhaps they could help her figure out how to get his attention. Tina and Bonnie were very experienced with boys, at least in comparison to her. Tina was even dating a graduate student, Gordon (see Chapter 18). Rumor had it that she had done quite a bit of stuff with guys.

There were boys who were also looking forward to the party. The girls ostensibly intended to keep it a secret, but lots of people found out about it, including Ron from the Chess Club. Boys had a way of finding out about slumber parties. It was as if there was a scent within the air. Actually, it was due to the fact that the girls talked incessantly about it. In any case, the boys knew what it meant: girls playing around in pajamas, perhaps even nighties, pillow fights, and maybe even some kissing games! There was no way they were going to miss this.

Chris and Ron planned their strategy. Bob, however, was very reluctant about becoming involved, and the reason was obvious to Ron and Chris. The fact that he was actually ambivalent about doing this was itself telling. It would seem to Ron and Chris that Bob would normally be very enthusiastic about such an escapade. It was true that he had not joined them in their revenge against Miss Harding (see The Lessons, Chapter14) but that was simply because he had missed the moment of opportunity. He later wanted to know all of the details, and clearly enjoyed hearing about it, enjoying it at least vicariously. No, there must be some special reason for being so ambivalent about joining this particular adventure, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that it was because of his feelings for Emma.

Robert did eventually acquiesce. He did so in part because he didn’t want to be left out. It was clear that Ron and Chris shared quite a bond in their “dalliance” with Miss Harding. If he did not join in he would run the risk of drifting to the periphery, becoming an outsider, even losing the trust and interest of his best friends. How could he explain declining to do something that would so clearly be one of the biggest experiences of their lives; well, at least the high point for whatever time passed until they topped it with something else.

The boys decided to come over around 10PM. They figured that by then the girls would probably be in their PJs, or even nighties, or better yet, undies. They debated about whether to get there sooner so they could see them change into their night clothes, but they wanted it to be good and dark so that they wouldn’t be seen.

Ron had checked Emma’s house in advance. It wasn’t that easy to do, but it was the kind of assignment that he liked. He felt like a real cat burglar, skulking around the suburban neighborhood at night, trying to find Emma’s bedroom. Fortunately, it was on the first floor. And, to top it off, it faced the back yard, which was ringed with bushes, even an overgrown Honeysuckle shrub right against the house. It was really unlikely that any neighbor would notice them. It was perfect for peeping, at least it seemed to them.

Their hearts were pounding as they snuck across the park that bordered Emma’s backyard. There was no reason to sneak. There was nothing wrong with being in the park at night, but they knew what they were up to if nobody else would. And, it added to the fun to be skulking about. It made it all the more exciting.

When they got to her window, they were duly rewarded. Emma’s bedroom had a lace curtain that they could very easily see through. If they kept their heads down, they would be unlikely to be seen themselves.

And, their eyes widened in delight at what was displayed before them. The four girls were sitting in a circle on Emma’s large double bed and were indeed dressed for bed. Emma was wearing her favorite light blue bunny PJs: flannel with lots of little bunnies hopping all over the place. She knew they were silly, but the girls had agreed to wear their favorite night clothes. It was part of the fun.

Terrie was wearing a pink cotton PJ blouse with little white daisies and matching panty bottoms that had ruffled, elastic hems that clung to her thighs. Tina was wearing full pants PJs, with which all the girls were very impressed as they were made of silk. Bonnie was wearing what she normally wore: a large plaid cotton shirt that she had gotten from her father’s closet many years ago. It felt really comfortable. She wore nothing else. Actually, that wasn’t true. It just looked that way. She wasn’t wearing a bra, none of the girls were, but Bonnie was wearing panties. You just couldn’t tell with the shirt covering them.

The boys ogled to their hearts’ delight. They slapped each other on the back, poked and pointed, and basked in their good fortune: four pretty girls all dressed for bed, right there in front of them. They whispered their observations, wishes, and fantasies to each other. “Look at those knockers on Bonnie!” “Man, she’s big.” “No way is she wearing a bra.” “They’re wiggling all over the place.” “Think there will be a pillow fight?” “Maybe Bonnie will bend over to pick up something?” “You think she’s got anything on under that?”

They did lament not coming over sooner. The girls had probably changed right in that room. Imagine seeing that! Well, next time they will be better prepared. But, for the moment, they enjoyed what they got.

Ron and Chris were careful not to comment on Emma. They knew that would bother Bob. In fact, Bob was feeling quite guilty, and he knew he didn’t like having Ron and Chris see Emma in her pajamas. Well, at least they weren’t seeing anything else.

But, their fortune would soon take another turn.

The girls began to talk about their own development. “Bonnie, I’m so jealous that yours grew out so big.”

“They’re not that large,” Bonnie modestly responded, although she was indeed very proud of them and knew that they were by far the largest in the room. “And, besides, they can be a nuisance sometimes.”

“Oh, yea,” Terrie retorted, “a really big problem.” Emma and Tina laughed at that. “That’s the kind of problem I would like to have. I’ve seen how the boys look at you.”

Bonnie protested further. “The size of your boobs is not the only thing a guy notices.” There was a moment of silence as they all appreciated a total disbelief in her statement; then came a gale of laughter.

When they recovered Bonnie continued her argument. “Really Terrie, yours are plenty big enough.”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

Tina had a brainstorm. “Let’s compare them!”

If the boys did not already have hard-ons, they rapidly developed them now. Ron even had his hand down into his pants pocket, trying to surreptitiously play with himself. If any one of them looked to the side they certainly would have known what he was doing. But, there is an etiquette among boys in circumstances like this; an understanding that did not need to be discussed or even acknowledged. None of them would look at each other now. Whatever each one might want to do, would be his own private business. Besides, who wanted to take his eyes away from the window at this point?

The girls were themselves a little excited at the idea. At least, there was a lot of self-conscious giggling and nervous clutching of pajama tops. Terrie, however, was balking at the proposal.

“I can’t do that, girls,” she protested.

“C’mon,” Tina prodded, “It’ll be fun, and we’ll all see how pretty they are.”

Terrie hesitated to reply.

“Oh let’s do!” Emma chimed in. Bobby’s eyes widened at Emma’s enthusiasm, and now he too reached down to his crotch, although part of him wanted to suggest that they all leave before it went further.

“I don’t know,” Terrie continued to balk. Bonnie could tell that there was something in particular that was bothering her. She leaned over, placed a hand on her leg and asked, “We’re all friends here, Terrie, what’s wrong?”

Terrie again hesitated to explain herself, but then took a deep breath and said, “I just don’t like mine. They look funny.”

The boys could not understand how a boob could look funny, but they were curious to find out.

Bonnie smiled reassuringly, “I’m sure that’s not true, Terrie. I bet they’re the prettiest boobies amongst us all.”

“Oh yes,” chimed in Tina, “Wait till you see mine. I think they’re the smallest of them all.”

Even Bonnie offered her own reason to feel self-conscious, “Heck, mine might be the biggest, but I’ve got this ugly mole on one of them.”

The boys knew that no way would it in fact be ugly. It would have to be a pretty big and disgusting mole to mar the sight of Bonnie’s naked big boobs. Ron even had the crazy thought of yelling out that he knew that it would be just fine; at least let them be the judge. But, he did have enough control of his impulses to at least restrain himself in that regard.

The girls, however, may in fact have been less restrained than Ron. Tina stated quite playfully but firmly, “C’mon Terrie, show us your tits.”

“Tina!” Terrie exclaimed, not just in protest over the demand, but the way that she put it. The girls did not normally refer to their breasts as “tits,” but clearly Tina, and the others, were feeling a little disinhibited this evening.

Bonnie joined in. “Yes, do it Terrie, show us, let’s see those bubbies.”

All of them, even Terrie, laughed at that word. This was really so silly, showing off your breasts to your friends, like you were some stripper. But, that’s what also made it so fun. You could pretend to be a lascivious exotic dancer, yet not really pay the cost of actually being one. I mean, you were just doing this for your friends, and they were girlfriends at that. It was just good, clean, girlie, sort of fun.

“Take it off, Terrie,” Tina demanded, still very friendly, but also more demanding.

Bonnie joined in, “Yes, take it off, take it all of.”

And, they were all then chiming in, even Emma, cheering together, “Take it off, take it off, take it off,” like they were at some football game, or more accurately, a burlesque house, chanting for the dancer to strip.

Terrie was bent offer laughing, her hand to her mouth. She didn’t know what to do. A part of her didn’t really want to do it. A part of her was in fact very, really very, embarrassed about her breasts. She quite honestly didn’t want to show them to anyone, even to her good friends. But, these were also indeed her friends, and another part of her wanted to show her breasts to someone, and if not her very breast, um best, of friends, than to whom?

The boys wanted to join in on this chant. They were certainly chanting in their heads, as well as doing other things as well. They knew though that the girls wouldn’t like either one of these things, so they kept their thoughts to themselves as they kept their hands to themselves. The latter was frankly very easy to do.

Terrie finally said, “Alright! Shut up!” Everybody instantly got quiet. Ronnie clutched hard on his equally hard cock.

Terrie pretended to give them a hard, angry scowl. “I’ll do it. But,” she paused, “Each of you has to do the same thing. I won’t be the only one.” Ronnie nodded his approval at the requirement. Terrie got off the bed. Her face went beet red. She couldn’t believe that she was actually going to do this. She was actually going to take off her daisy flannel top to show her naked boobies to her friends. This was so embarrassing, or at least so potentially embarrassing. But, then again, this is what you did at a slumber party. It was all in good fun, assuming that the girls would not be mean.

The girls let out tremendous cheers and applause of support. They in fact admired Terrie for doing this, for being the first one. There was a part of all of them that wanted to do this, to show their titties to each other, to compare them, to admire them. Maybe even to feel them? What would it be like to feel their friends’ titties? They certainly enjoyed feeling their own.

All of the boys had to stop playing with themselves. The feel of their hands working on their cocks, and the thought of what they were about to see, well, it was becoming too much. Frankly, it would have been nice to be able to jerk off right away, and to then do it a second time. The second time would last much longer, like savoring a fine meal, but none of them were, as yet, so comfortable with what they were doing that they would actually pull their cocks from their pants and jerk off onto the side of the house. None of them had willingly jerked off in front of each other before (see Chapter 9). This was apparently something that “normal” guys don’t do. Well, they were paying the cost of that inhibition right now. They would have to leave their cocks in their pants, and none of them was willing to cum inside their pants, leaving an obvious big wet stain for everyone to see. So, each of them stopped. They would have to pace themselves, particularly if it meant being able to jerk off while Terrie, and goodness, all of the other girls, were showing them their naked titties.

Paul slid down Cathy’s bell bottoms and then shucked the panties right after. Cathy had freckles on her thighs as well, which Rose thought was really cute. Cathy had a very small and sparse triangle of pubic hair which, like the hair under her arms, was several shades darker red than the hair on her head.

Paul’s hands cupped and kneaded Cathy’s pendulous globes, massaging them roughly as Cathy wiggled and squirmed under his touch. Rose felt like she could come at any moment and fought the urge to touch herself, and instead slowly rubbed her thighs together as she watched the intoxicating scene unfolding scant inches away from her.

Cathy turned around and nibbled at Paul’s nipples before kneeling down in front of Paul and unbuckling his belt. Rose felt Paul’s eyes on her as she watched Cathy unsnap his jeans and slowly bring them down.

Paul was wearing tight white underwear, and Rose audibly gasped as she saw the astonishingly large bulge that stretched the fabric out beyond belief. Paul smiled down at the sight of Rose staring at him, and even turned a little bit to give her a better look. He watched Rose moving her legs together rapidly and laughed.

“Cathy, I think that Mrs. Blaine is cheating” Paul quipped while wryly noting Rose’s body movements. “Well, not really cheating, I guess, since she isn’t really touching herself is she?”

Cathy looked back at Rose and smiled brightly, noting “Oh, you mean you haven’t you seen Paul’s dick yet Mrs. Blaine? He’s so huge, isn’t he?”

Cathy’s hand went over the length of the astounding bulge that curled to the left in the snug briefs and extended over to his hip. There was a moist spot of precum staining the garment where the tip of his cock was.

“I think Mrs. Blaine wants to see more, doesn’t she Cathy?” Paul said.

“We both do, don’t we Mrs. Blaine?” Cathy asked.

Rose could only nod, as she was on the brink of an orgasm, rubbing her thighs together much faster now. Cathy slowly reached up and grasped the elastic of Paul’s briefs and inched the underwear down. She was taking so long Rose wanted to reach out and yank them off him herself, but decided to play the game Paul’s way for now.

Paul’s pubic hair came into view first, a small tuft of very light brown hair. Cathy was taking an eternity getting those briefs off, and Rose was squirming wildly in the chair, holding the arms of the chair in a virtual death grip while starting to make tiny sounds that seemed beyond her control.

When Paul’s cock finally sprang free from under the elastic, it wasn’t as big as Rose had imagined. It was bigger, much bigger. As Paul’s gigantic member swayed wildly in front of him, Rose let out a moan and felt herself convulsing, her body racked with indescribable waves of pleasure. She was screaming out while still gripping the arms of the chair in vice-like grips.

“Holy shit!” Paul exclaimed. “Look at her come! Far out! She never even touched herself once. Damn, she is a trip!”

Sweat poured down Rose’s face as she sat weakly in the chair. Cathy smiled at her while she slowly stroked Paul’s cock.

“That looked like it was really good for you Mrs. Blaine” Cathy said.

“I think I was right about you Mrs. Blaine” Paul said assuredly. “You are going to me an wild one tonight. I hope you’ve got some more energy left because you’re going to need it.”

Rose could not comprehend what had just taken place, but she was already getting interested again in what was going on before her. Rose took a deep hit of her beer, draining it and setting it aside.

Cathy had Paul’s cock in her right fist, holding it at the base. It was not overly thick, but seemed to get thicker toward the top. The head of Paul’s cock was downright bulbous, like a mushroom. As Cathy began sucking Paul’s engorged weapon, her left hand gripped his cock just above her right. Even then, she had a whole lot of cock sticking out left to suck, which the redhead did excitedly.

“I have a hunch you don’t get anything like this from your husband when he IS around, do you Mrs. Blaine?” Paul asked.

Although the mention of her husband made her feel guilty, she had to admit that Paul’s cock was nothing like Henry’s. Henry’s cock was a little on the small side, about the same thickness as Paul’s but that’s where the comparison ended. Rose guessed that Henry had about five or six inches, whereas this thing of Paul’s had to be twice that long. It wasn’t that Henry was out of the ordinary though, it was Paul that was the freak.

Henry was also uncircumsized, which Rose did not care for at all. She had always said that if they ever had a boy, the first thing she would do was make sure his thing got clipped.

Now this cock of Paul’s was something you could wrap your lips around, Rose thought. She wondered how much of that she would be able to take in her mouth, maybe about half with luck Rose figured. His balls were also outrageously large, his long wrinkled sack dangling loosely between his legs, his nuts seemingly as big as eggs.

Paul lifted Cathy’s head off his cock, which seemed to have gotten even larger still under Cathy’s urgings, and had taken on a pinkish glow to its former pale color.

“Want a taste, Mrs. Blaine?” Paul asked, moving over to Rose.

Rose opened her mouth and took in the plum sized head, tasting the musky seminal fluid that dribbled from the tip. Rose leaned forward to try to take more of the cock but Paul moved back over to Cathy.

“Your turn will come Mrs. Blaine, just be patient” Paul said slyly. “There’s plenty for everyone.”

“There sure is, Mrs Blaine” Cathy offered before going back to sucking his tool. “I tried to measure it the last time we were together but I couldn’t tell how long it was because I only had a twelve inch ruler and it was bigger than that” Cathy said breathlessly, before returning to his member.

“Oh, stop bragging on me Cathy” Paul said blushing and loving every word. “It was only an inch or two longer than the ruler” Paul said while running his hands through the redhead’s curly locks. “Hey, what can I tell you? I was blessed, and I feel it’s my responsibilty to share it with as many beautiful ladies as I possibly can” Paul said smugly.

“Have you ever fucked a guy with a fourteen inch cock, Mrs. Blaine?” Paul asked with curiousity, not waiting for an answer. “I bet you’ve dreamed about it though. Ever have a cock this big in your mouth before? Ever feel a cock this size in your pussy Mrs. Blaine?

Rose shook her head no, as Cathy sucked even more furiously on Paul’s cock, her tiny fists wrenching and jerking the shaft as she did.

“How about your ass, Mrs. Blaine? Do you like to get fucked in the ass? Imagine how nice it would feel for me to slide this thing into your tight ass. Imagine my balls slapping against you as I fucked your tender little asshole. Take your hand from between your legs won’t you please Mrs. Blaine? You’d like that wouldn’t you Mrs. Blaine, me fucking you in the ass with this thing, right?” Paul questioned.

Rose hadn’t realized she had been touching herself all this time, so engrossed was she in observing.

“No, I couldn’t do that,” Rose said shaking her head with absolute certainty, “you’re too…no uh… way too big to do that. I… I couldn’t.”

“You’ve taken it up the ass before though, haven’t you Mrs. Blaine?” Paul asked.

“Uh… yes, but… I couldn’t with… not with you. It’s too… way too much” Rose stammered while gazing at Paul’s cock as if hypnotized.

“Well, we’ll see about that” Paul said, and with that he pulled Cathy up on the bed and burrowed his head between her legs, parting the fine fur with his tongue. Paul was on all fours with his back to Rose, giving Rose an exquisite view of his balls swinging wildly between his legs.

After a minute Paul got up on his knees and swung Cathy around so that Rose could see from the side as he put his cock at Cathy’s opening and slowly eased it in. Cathy moaned as Paul buried about half of his cock into her, then gradually went deeper.

“Oooooh easy Paul, easy ohhhh… oh god wait honey” Cathy gasped as she fought to catch her breath. Looking at Rose she said, “oh man that is so good but it takes some getting used to” and moaned again as Paul buried another inch or so into her.

Paul started to thrust into Cathy with more intensity, soon going in all the way. Rose saw Cathy wince as he penetrated to the hilt, and then pull it all the way out. Cathy was now begging for more, while Paul was squeezing her breasts and pulling at her nipples. Cathy’s breasts rolled lazily around on her chest as Paul started to rock the bed with the force of his humping.

Paul really started to give it to her, thrusting hard and fast into Cathy, who came with a rush. Rose watched as Cathy’s eyes bulged wide as she looked over toward Rose, her mouth open wide as she let out an almost inhuman wail. Paul was far from done however, and continued to pound into Cathy, who seemed to be almost in another dimension as her eyes rolled in their sockets.

Paul dismounted and postioned Cathy onto her side facing Rose. Paul laid on his side behind her and lifted her leg with one hand, and probed for her opening with his cock in the other. Paul found Cathy’s pussy with his prodigious weapon and thrust into her.

Rose had an incredible view of Paul’s cock sliding into Cathy’s pussy from his position behind and between Cathy’s legs. Cathy’s thighs opened wide as the impossibly long cock slid all the way in, right down to his balls, before slowly sliding back out until only the tip of the cone was still in her.

Rose got up slowly and knelt by the side of the bed, transfixed at the sight of that elongated prong sliding deep inside Cathy’s pussy. Paul watched with interest as Rose reached out and touched Cathy’s pussy, her hand sliding through the incredibly moist opening and rubbing her clitoris right above Paul’s member. This made Cathy wail with delight, until Paul told Rose to get back in the chair, which she did with considerable reluctance.

Paul eventually disengaged himself from Cathy and straddled her, milking his swollen cock with both hands. In a matter of seconds, hot jets of cum spurted all over Cathy, drenching her with his seed.

Paul and Cathy laid silently on the bed for a few minutes, as Rose watched Paul’s cock slowly deflate, a long strand of semen left hanging lazily off the tip of the knob.

“Well Mrs. Blaine, are you ready to get involved in some fun?” Paul asked while smiling at her from behind Cathy on the bed.

Rose stood up and stepped over next to the bed, waiting for instructions. Paul got up and came over from around the bed. Rose licked her lips involuntarily as she watched Paul’s now flaccid cock swing in front of him as he walked, almost like the trunk of an elephant.

Cathy swung her legs around and got up as well, and while Paul came around Rose from behind, Cathy stood in front of Rose. Their hands danced softly over Rose, rubbing her shoulders and arms while Rose stood there motionless.

“See Mrs. Blaine’s nipples Cathy?” Paul commented while he looked down over Rose’s shoulders while gently kissing Rose on the neck.

Rose’s entire body shuddered as Paul’s lips grazed her. Rose looked down and saw her nipples bulging out against the soft fabric of the tube top, aching to be touched.

“See them?” Cathy commented. “That’d be hard to do since they’re trying to explode through your top, aren’t they Mrs. Blaine? Mmmmm….they look nice.”

As Cathy spoke, her hands came up and touched Rose’s nipples through the fabric, causing Rose to get out a gasp. Rose leaned forward, trying to create more contact, but Cathy kept on just lightly tracing the outline of Rose’s nipples. Paul’s hands came sliding softly down from Rose’s shoulders, gliding down her arms and gripping Rose’s wrists, holding them tight to her sides. In his wake, the soft hairs on Rose’s forearms stood up in response.

“Help Mrs. Blaine off with her shorts Cathy” Paul asked, and Cathy dutifully responded, tugging Rose’s shorts down and taking them off as Rose stepped out of them. Cathy’s hands slid up Rose’s legs as she got back up.

“Wow, you’ve got great legs Mrs. Blaine” Cathy announced before resuming her gentle caressing of Rose’s nipples.

“I told you she had a groovy body, didn’t I Cathy” Paul announced. “She reminds me of our librarian at school, all plain and covered up until I got her alone after graduation and then she was a beautiful maniac. Just like you are going to be Mrs. Blaine, with all these goodies just going to waste, up until tonight that is. Is Mrs. Blaine wearing panties Cathy?”

“Yes she is, do you want me to take them off her, Paul?”

“No, they can stay on for now” Paul answered from behind Rose, who was trying to rub up against him. “Tell me Mrs. Blaine, are your nipples as sensitive as they seem to be?”

Rose could only nod in response, at which time Paul directed Cathy to find out for sure. Cathy’s fingers gripped Rose’s nipples and squeezed them hard, twisting them slightly as she did. Rose’s knees buckled a little as the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure hit her, as her head went backward as she looked toward the ceiling, hitting Paul’s chest.

“Ooooh… far out Mrs. Blaine, I guess they are sensitive” Cathy exclaimed as she released the nipples and cupped Rose’s small breasts in her hands and kneaded them roughly.

“Please…. I need… I need to…” Rose whimpered, her whole body shaking at this point.

Paul reached around with one hand and felt Rose’s panties, lightly brushing her sex through the cotton.

“My, you’re wet already, aren’t you!” Paul loudly exclaimed. “Cathy, why don’t you get those panties off Mrs. Blaine for her and see what’s going on down there.”

Cathy knelt before Rose and slid the panties down and off Rose, running her hand through Rose’s thick bush and feeling the moistness that was oozing out of her.

“Oh far out man, is she ever wet!” Cathy remarked.

“My guess is she has a really hairy pussy. Am I right Cathy?”

“Oh yeah, Mrs. Blaine has a really nice bush on her” Cathy said. “Wow! She’s really hairy Paul, and the hair is nice and soft too. I can’t wait to bury my face in it.”

“I figured that Mrs. Blaine would have a hairy pussy,” Paul said confidently “and this is what gave me a hint.”

Paul released Rose’s hands and grabbed the bottom of Rose’s tube top, quickly pulling it up and over Rose’s head in one motion as Rose lifted her arms to assist him. With the top around her wrists, Paul twisted the garment and held it tightly, holding Rose’s hands bound up behind her head.

Rose saw Cathy’s face light up as she reached toward her and raked her freckled fingers through the lush growth under Rose’s arms, releasing a lightly perfumed scent into the air with her caresses.

“Oh man Paulie, you must have creamed in your jeans when you saw these” Cathy remarked. “He’s crazy about girls with hair under their arms, and boy do you have it!” Cathy exclaimed while nodding down toward Rose’s underarms. Cathy’s hands slid over and cupped Rose’s bare breasts for the very first time, softly caressing them and letting her palms slide over the stiff nipples.

“As for me, I prefer these” Cathys said while bending over and taking Rose’s nipple into her mouth. Rose groaned as Cathy’s tongue swirled around the thick stub, then traced the outer ridge of her pebbled aureola.

“Easy Cathy, we don’t want to get Mrs. Blaine too excited now, do we?” Paul cracked. “She’s already doing a kind of dance here with me here. What’s the matter Mrs. Blaine? You got ants in your pants or something? Do you want us to stop?”

“NO!” Rose practically screamed.

Rose realized that she had been almost marching in place, her feet shifting from side to side. Rose’s body was practically exploding with desire, the likes of which she had never felt before.

“Tell Cathy what you think about her breasts Mrs. Blaine. I love hearing girls talk dirty.” Paul commented while letting Rose’s arms fall down to her sides, while still holding her wrists.

“Ummmm…. uh… they’re beautiful breasts” Rose managed to blurt out, looking with unrestrained admiration at Cathy’s incredible bosom.

“You can do better than that Mrs. Blaine” Paul complained. “When you look at her you aren’t thinking about her in that kind of language. Tell Cathy what you really think and tell her what you want to do with them.”

“Well, uh…I think you’ve got … you’ve got really incredible tits Cathy, and I can’t wait to feel them… to suck on them. I love girls with big ones” Rose said suddenly. Rose even surprised herself with that last comment, looking over sheepishly at Paul, who simply smiled and nodded.

“Thank you Mrs. Blaine. I’m glad you like them” Cathy said while moving closer to Rose and letting their breasts touch. Cathy smiled as she slowly moved back and forth, their nipples meeting briefly.

“I’m really looking forward to this Mrs. Blaine. Now don’t you dare hold back tonight because we’re really all friends here. You’ve been waiting for this for your entire life” Paul whispered in Rose’s ear while releasing her wrists and sitting back in the chair Rose had occupied before.

There was an awkward second, but when Cathy opened her arms Rose jumped into her embrace and they kissed madly. Rose and Cathy’s tongues were instantly dueling, searching hungrily inside each other’s mouths, their breasts mashing together. Rose felt Cathy’s knee come up between her legs and she parted them without a moment of hesitation, letting Cathy grind between her legs.

Rose eased Cathy down onto the bed, straddling the redhead. Squeezing Cathy’s enormous breasts, Rose buried her head between them and licked her cleavage all the way up to her neck. Cathy’s thigh continued to rub between Rose’s legs while she worked over Cathy’s breasts.

“God, they’re so beautiful, so big” Rose moaned as she sucked vigorously on Cathy’s nipples, her hands roughly kneading the weighty globes upwards.

Rose began slowly kissing her way down from Cathy’s breasts, past her navel and through the light thatch of dark red hair adorning her pussy. Rose’s tongue flicked around the thick labia, occasionally darting inside Cathy while reveling in feeling Cathy’s contortions begin beneath her.

Rose felt Cathy trying to pull her over so she let her have her way, and Rose found herself with her thighs straddling Cathy’s head. Cathy reached up and pulled Rose down to her while arching herself upward to meet her. Their mouths were buried in each other’s pussies, and Rose was so charged up from watching all that time she knew she would not last long, but was surprised at how fast she came in response to Cathy’s urgings.

Rose was able to concentrate a little more now and went at Cathy’s sweet pussy with everything she had. Rose soon felt Cathy’s vaginal muscles spasm around her probing tongue, and felt Cathy clawing wildly at her ass as she came soon after.

Rose rolled around next to Cathy and held her in her arms, feeling the young girl’s heart pounding as she hugged her close. Cathy leaned over and kissed Rose on the cheek and burrowed her head into her neck, sighing contentedly.

While Rose lay beside Cathy she looked at Paul, who was stretched out in the chair with his legs on the side board of the bed. He was slowly stroking his cock, which seemed to be rock hard again, and seemed content to survey the scene for a minute before getting up and standing next to the bed.

Rose couldn’t take her eyes off Paul’s cock as he looked down on the two of them, still stroking that huge thing. He walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed on behind Rose, who was now positioned between the two teenagers. Rose rolled over on her back and looked up at Paul who was softly rubbing her right thigh.

Cathy came to life and knelt on the other side of Rose, stroking Rose’s left thigh. The two hands moved toward Rose’s pussy, gliding through the dense bush, their hands runnning over each other’s before going back to Rose’s thigh. They did that several times before they moved up Rose’s stomach to her breasts, which were noticeably flattened by her laying on her back.

Paul and Cathy plucked at Rose’s nipples, which responded almost immediately to the tender torment. Rose reached over to grab Paul’s bobbing cock, but Paul gently grabbed her wrist and pulled it back over her head. Cathy did the same with her other hand and Rose found herself pinned to the bed.

Paul and Cathy leaned over almost in unison and began licking around Rose’s nipples, their tongues barely brushing against the long thick pegs that felt to Rose like they must be visibly throbbing. Their tongues swirled all over Rose’s breasts, once leaving Rose’s nipples and licking toward each other, meeting between her breasts where their tongues touched briefly before gliding back to Rose’s nipples.

Paul began sliding his tongue over to Rose’s side, and Rose saw Cathy watching and trying to mimic his actions. Rose felt like her entire body was one big goose bump, and whimpered helplessly in response to this wonderful teasing.

While Paul and Cathy held Rose’s arms taut over her head, Paul’s tongue began a slow serpentine trip up Rose’s side from just above her rib cage. His tongue slid up toward Rose’s armpit but stopped just before reaching the bountiful tuft of hair, choosing instead to slide along the perimeter on the outside of Rose’s arm before circling back around the inside and down to where he had started.

The feeling was unlike anything Rose had ever felt before, and then when Cathy did the same thing around her other arm Rose was almost beside herself. Rose looked at Paul, her eyes pleading for relief. Cathy moved from Rose’s side to up above Rose’s head and now tightly held down both of Rose wrists. Rose looked up but could only see Cathy’s enormous breasts hanging just above her, dangling tantalizingly yet just out of reach of her mouth.

Paul put one leg between Rose’s thighs and leaned over and sucked on Rose’s nipple again. Rose could feel Paul’s cock sliding on her hip as he moved. She wanted that cock inside of her so badly yet they kept teasing her, both of them enjoying how crazy this was making her.

This time when Paul’s tongue slid off Rose’s nipple and headed up her side, he didn’t stop. Paul’s tongue slid through her bushy underarm, nibbling and kissing and swirling around wildly.

Although this tickled Rose initially, it soon began to feel like nothing she had ever felt before. This was the first time anyone had ever done this do her, as Henry would always look but never touch. Paul and Cathy were doing a whole lot more and it felt spectacular. Paul was obviously having a ball too, and even more so when he realized how much Rose was enjoying it.

Paul finally pulled himself away, and moved himself between Rose’s legs. Paul reached down and felt inside of Rose, and then smiled when he felt how wet she was.

“Fuck me Paul!” Rose pleaded. “Please… I….”

Paul slid the head of his cock up and down the length of Rose’s opening, making Rose shiver with anticipation. Finally, Paul slid the tip of the head in very gently, feeling the anticipated tightness that gripped him. He moved forward just a bit, then back, each time putting a little more in.

Rose thrashed around as Cathy held her wrists down, raising her hips to try to get more of Paul’s cock inside of her. When Paul saw this he eased himself further into Rose, who let out a throaty growl in return. Paul looked down between Rose’s legs and saw half of his cock was in her and she wanted more, she wanted it all.

Paul thrust into Rose’s pussy, which felt just as tight as he had imagined. He heard Rose scream as he went all the way into her, right down to his balls. Paul looked up at Rose, whose head was straining downward, the veins in her neck bulging as she looked down at where his cock was buried deep in her pussy.

Paul slowly extracted his tool inch by inch, even letting it pop out of Rose, dripping and glistening brightly with Rose’s juices. This time when Paul put it to the lips of Rose’s pussy, he didn’t wait but instead plunged right in hard, hearing Rose howl in response. Paul looked at Rose who was not begging for mercy, but instead bucking her hips, trying to get more. Paul looked up at Cathy, who was smiling and was enjoying this too.

Paul started humping away furiously, ramming his cock into Rose as hard as he could. Rose felt his balls slapping viciously against her and she responded by locking her legs around Paul’s ass and thrusting her hips right back at him. The whimpering noises Rose made were music to his ears and urged him to pound away even harder.

Rose felt the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, almost knocking the breath out of her. It felt like Paul was drilling her into the mattress, so violent were his thrusts, but it felt so incredible Rose didn’t want it to stop. Skin slapping together briskly, at a tempo and ferocity Rose had never experienced before.

Rose contracted her muscles as best she could around Paul’s manhood as another orgasm seemed imminent. This time when she came she sensed Paul was coming too, as he let out a guttural sound.

The force of Paul’s cum erupting into Rose was almost scary, a long series of spurts blasting deep inside of her. Rose arched her back and screamed out in ecstacy as Paul’s spasms finally subsided, her pussy still trying to milk more out of him.

Paul looked down at Rose in amazement. He had expected Rose to be good, but she was way beyond what he had hoped for.

“Oh man Mrs. Blaine, you are out of sight!” Paul said excitedly. “That was fucking unbelievable. I don’t come that quick usually but I couldn’t stop myself, you looked and felt so fantastic!” he exclaimed as he held himself suspended above her on all fours.

Rose’s wrists had been finally released by Cathy and Rose ran her hands up and down Paul’s sinewy arms. Paul had continued to rock in and out of Rose even after he had spent himself, because it felt so great.

Cathy excused herself to go get some more beers while Paul finally eased out of Rose and laid down beside her, softly stroking her breasts.

“How was that Mrs. Blaine?” Paul asked Rose. “It seemed like you were having fun.”

“It…it…was amazing Paul” Rose replied. “I never had orgasms like that in my life.”

“I dug it too Mrs. Blaine. Every time you would come into the store I would try to picture what it would be like to ball you, and it was even better than I had imagined.”

Paul reached over to his jeans and pulled out a crumpled back of smokes. What he pulled out of the pack was no cigarette.

“You like to smoke pot Mrs Blaine?” Paul inquired.

“Uh….I never have” Rose stammered. “I think I would like to try it though.”

Why not, Rose figured. She might as well try everything tonight, watching Paul light the joint as Cathy returned with the brews. While her generation did not have grass around to the extent that Paul’s did, she was aware of it and was curious. She watched Paul inhale the joint and hold it in his lungs while handing it to Rose.

Rose tried to emulate what Paul had done, nervously handling the joint and bringing it to her lips. The smoke was pretty harsh, but Rose managed to not choke as she handed it to Cathy. As they smoked that one down to the end, Paul fired up another one.

Rose didn’t know what to expect from the pot and was a little disappointed when nothing seemed to happen right away. Gradually though, Rose began to feel the effects as everything became funnier and she became thoroughly relaxed.

Rose looked over at Paul’s cock, which hung limply over his hip. Even completely deflated it had to be seven or eight inches long. Rose reached over and took the shaft of the meaty organ in her hand, pulling on it and marveling at its amazing elasticity.

Rose licked around the ridge of the bulbous crown, her tongue flicking around the opening, which prompted groans of pleasure from Paul. Rose felt the cock begin to show signs of life once more, so she began sucking in earnest. She began going a little further down the slowly revitalizing shaft with each motion.

Rose had no problem giving her husband what Henry liked to call “that Deep Throat action” that he enjoyed so much. After they had gone to see the movie of that name she had tried it on Henry and was able to do it on him with little problem.

There was no way in the world she would be able to take in all of Paul’s cock, but Rose was trying to take in as much as she could. The rubbery prick had become almost fully erect again as Rose plunged down on it, forcing more and more of it down into her mouth.

Rose fought back the gag reflex when the head of his dick hit her throat and slid down. Cathy was stroking her hair as Rose sucked harder and harder, kneading his dangling balls with her other hand. Rose looked down and saw that she still had almost six inches of cock left in her hand and went down a little further while twisting the shaft in her hand, knowing there was no way she could take it all.

“Oh wow Mrs. Blaine, you can really give head! Paul, how does that feel? It’s like she’s almost got your whole cock in her mouth!” Cathy exclaimed with obvious delight.

“Arrrgghhh….” was all Paul could manage to get out as a response, as he was throughly enjoying Rose’s manipulations.

Rose’s mouth was getting a little dry and so she pulled her head up off of Paul’s weapon, still sucking hard as her mouth slid slowly back up, savoring every inch. Rose looked at the throbbing cock, glistening with her saliva for almost three quarters of its length, and was amazed at how much she actually had been able to manage.

Rose pointed Paul’s cock over towards Cathy, who grabbed it joyfully as Rose reached over for her beer.

“Oh wow, I can’t follow that,” Cathy said with awe in her voice, “but it’ll be fun to try.”

With Cathy on one side and Rose returning to his other side, Paul began receiving non-stop licking and sucking. He looked down at the two women taking turns at his cock, the view so incredibly erotic he fought back the urge to ejaculate.

As Cathy went down on Paul’s cock, Rose grabbed his ball sack and took one of his nuts in her mouth. It was like trying to fit an egg in her mouth, but Paul enjoyed it as Rose rolled her tongue around it.

When Rose and Cathy began licking around the crown and their tongues met and swirled around each others along with his cock, Paul could no longer contain himself. He watched as cum spurted up in the air, spraying them both all over their hair and faces. Rose and Cathy seemed oblivious however, as they kept going at it through it all.

Cathy and Rose licked Paul’s semen from off of each other, and as Paul eased from underneath them, they began to really go at it. Paul watched as Rose buried her face in between Cathy’s tits. Cathy looked up at Paul and smiled wickedly, enjoying Rose’s attentions.

It was another fifteen minutes before Rose and Cathy finally came up for air. Paul had watched them go down on each other with such intensity that he found himself getting hard again.

Rose had just started to catch her breath when she looked over at Paul, who had his stiff cock in his hand and was idly stroking it while looking at Rose. Rose reached into the drawer of her night table for her trusty lubricant.

Rose straddled Paul and rubbed some vaseline over his engorged weapon before gradually easing herself down on it. With Rose on top Paul’s peneration was even deeper, and as his cock went deeper and deeper, she felt her insides being stretched beyond reason. Paul looked at Rose in wonder as her pussy took him in to the hilt. Rose felt like she was being split in two and she loved every second as she began lazily riding Paul’s cock.

Rose felt like she could take this forever, and so made sure that when she felt that her lover was nearing climax she relaxed enough and slowed down until he calmed down. Paul was used to being the one in control and they both realized that, at least at this moment, Rose was in charge.

Paul didn’t resent this change, quite to the contrary, he reveled in it. Cathy came around and straddled Paul’s thighs, reaching around Rose and cupping her breasts, tweaking and pinching Rose’s fat nipples. The sight of this was positively mind-boggling to Paul.

Rose felt Cathy’s pendelous breasts rubbing into her back, her nipples inflamed as they raked across her skin. Rose brought her hands up and covered Cathy’s, squeezing the girl’s fingers tightly around her breasts as if to say that it was okay to be rougher. Cathy quickly got the message and began tormenting Rose’s diminutive treasures, pulling and squeezing them roughly.

Rose felt this orgasm seem to start from her toes on up, her skin tingling. When Rose came she fell backward into Cathy, who kept kneading Rose’s tits almost savagely as she supported Rose. Cathy enjoyed feeling Rose’s orgasm while nippling and gnawing her neck all the time.

Rose pulled Paul’s still outrageously engorged cock from her now tender pussy and stroked it, both hands clutching the cock in her fists.

“Cathy, why don’t you ride this for a little bit” Rose said.

Cathy replaced Rose, who got up off the bed tentatively, feeling like she just ridden a horse. After a second Rose assumed the position behind Cathy, who was riding Paul’s cock with slow sensuous motions. Rose pulled Cathy’s curly red locks off of her creamy white shoulders and began nuzzling Cathy’s neck, her tongue dancing around the multitude of freckles adorning her upper torso.

Cathy reached up and held her hair up so that Rose could get at her neck easier. As Rose rocked around astride Paul’s thighs she began to get aroused yet again, even though her pussy was getting pretty sore by this point. Rose kissed Cathy’s neck, sliding her hands around Cathy and seizing her enormous breasts, feeling their tremendous weight as she manipulated them.

Paul’s hands came up and covered Rose’s, and together they kneaded Cathy’s huge tits, to Cathy’s audible delight. Cathy’s began rocking harder, and within seconds was having an orgasm, as Rose held her tightly, vicariously enjoying her orgasm.

Cathy slowed her motion until she ground to a halt, and then practically collapsed off Paul. Paul’s cock was still standing upright, as hard as ever, and he motioned for Rose to hop back on.

“Paul, I can’t. I want to but I’m so sore” Rose said pleadingly.

“It doesn’t have to be your pussy Mrs. Blaine” Paul said. “Let me fuck you in the ass.”

Rose reached down and grabbed Paul’s cock, running her hand slowly up and down its length, the veins along the shaft still bulging. Rose tried to imagine what Paul’s cock would feel like inside her ass. Rose was not a stranger to anal sex, Henry having done it to her several times in the past, but that was Henry. This was something else altogether, Rose thought as she stroked the huge dick.

“Well, while you’re thinking about it Mrs. Blaine, why don’t you come around here and lay like this” Paul said while directing and rearranging them on the bed.

Rose found herself laying across Paul sideways, as Paul raised her arm and slid his cock under before lowering her arm again. Paul began slowly thrusting his hips, his cock sliding through Rose’s underarm before retreating back through.

Rose watched with fascination as Paul was… well actually fucking her armpit. Paul would retract his cock and then slide it through as Rose kept pressure on it by holding her arm down as tight as she could.

Paul sat up on his elbows and watched his cock emerging from Rose’s hairy armpit, feeling the forest of hair gently glide over the sensitive crown, sending shivers down his entire body. Paul thought he could do this all night, as the sight was as wonderful to him as the feeling. It also kept him aroused for what he hoped would be the perfect end to the evening.

“Won’t you let me fuck you in the ass Mrs. Blaine?” Paul asked pleadingly. “I promise that I’ll be as gentle as I can and I’ll get you prepared in ways you could never imagine.”

Rose looked down at the cock sliding through her underarm and said “First of all Paul, if you are going to fuck a woman in the ass, you can at least call her by her first name, don’t you think?”

“Yes Rose” Paul said happily. “I want to fuck you in the ass Rose. I want to stick my cock in your asshole and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, would that be okay Rose?”

Rose smiled nervously as she tentatively nodded in affirmation. “I want to watch this too Paul” Rose said. You have to do it with me on my back.”

Rose got up off Paul and started rearranging the pillows so that her bottom would be elevated, then laid down on the bed as Paul got down between her legs. Cathy came up next to Rose and brushed Rose’s hair back up off her face.

“Oh man Rose, I can’t believe you’re going to do this” Cathy’s said in a throaty whisper. “Have you ever done this before?”

“Yeah, but not with anything like that!” Rose said while nodding toward Paul, whose cock was bobbing excitedly in front of him as he covered his arching erection with vaseline.

Could the thing have actually gotten even bigger than ever, Rose wondered. The head of Paul’s cock now looked as big as an apple, glistening with lubricant, and for a moment Rose had some misgivings about what was going to be happening momentarily.

Paul looked down at Rose as he inserted a finger into her anus, relishing the pleased expression on her face. Rose felt Paul’s finger slide in with little problem, as she relaxed her muscles to better accommodate him. After some probing, Paul retracted his finger and after scooping out more jelly, went back in with two fingers.

Rose gasped as she felt the two digits slowly corkscrewing their way into her, probing and twisting as they penetrated deeply. Rose felt herself gently rolling her hips toward Paul. Looking down she saw Paul hands working away, his cock still throbbing and oozing precum.

Paul pulled his fingers out and ducked down between Rose’s legs, his hands cupping her ass cheeks. Rose squealed with surprise as she felt Paul’s tongue dart into her asshole. All Rose could see was the top of Paul’s head as he buried his tongue into her as far as he could.

This feeling was quite simply beyond Rose’s comprehension, as she never had thought such a thing possible, and was sorry when Paul finally stopped and emerged from down there a minute later.

“Ready Rose?” Paul asked as he slid up between Rose’s thighs.

Rose nodded as she asked Cathy for another pillow and stuffed it behind her head. Although she couldn’t see everything, she would probably be able to see enough.

Rose felt the tip of Paul’s cock rubbing around her puckered anus, pushing a little bit of the head in, which made Rose wince. Paul reached down for more lubrication and slid some around her asshole. Paul then put his cock at the entrance and pushed.

Rose forgot about watching and screamed as he rammed his cock into her, almost blacking out from the pain. Cathy was holding her shoulder and Rose looked at her for help.

“Too big….too big…please take it out… make him stop… stop” Rose begged.

“It’s okay Mrs… Rose I mean” Cathy said softly. “He’s only got the head of it in.”

Rose looked down through her tears and saw that Cathy was right, and Paul had only inserted the tip in. As the pain subsided Rose began to catch her breath.

“Sorry…sorry…” Rose panted as she attempted to regain her wits about her. “Whew! It felt like you must have put the whole thing in. Just let me get used to this for a minute.”

“Sure Rose, will do” Paul said as he remained motionless. “Just let me know when you’re ready. This feels so good I can’t believe it, so damn tight. You know I’ve never done this before.”

Rose wasn’t surprised by that. You would have to be crazy to let him stick his salami into your ass she thought, as she prepared to allow Paul to do just that. Allow? That was a stupid way to put it Rose thought. Allow no, she wanted it!

Paul held Rose by her calves, spreading her legs wide and pushing them back up toward Rose. Rose arched her hips upward, feeling the raised ridge of the crown of Paul’s cock clear the rim of her anus. Cathy went down and looked over Paul’s shoulder as he ever so gently slid a little more in as Rose began taking deep breaths, much like her sister had done when Rose had watched her giving birth last year.

Cathy had taken some more vaseline and rubbed it around the shaft of Paul’s cock. Cathy was enthralled at the sight of Paul’s cock in Rose’s little asshole, and knew from experience how tough this was. Paul had tried to do this with her and Cathy could not stand even taking the head of it in.

Paul gradually slid a little bit more in Rose’s ass as his body began as slow rhythmic motion. Rose made crazed noises as he inched in a little further each time, making weird sounds as her head thrashed back and forth, her hands clawing at the sheets. The only sound she did not make was the word no. She was bound and determined to go through with this.

Paul kept penerating a tiny bit with every slow thrust he made into Rose. He felt like his cock was in a vice and Rose’s ass was so warm and tight he fought the urge to cum, wanting this to last. Looking down, he saw that he had managed to get almost half of his prick in her and Rose was still there, eagerly accepting him and seemingly willing to take more. Paul was more than happy to oblidge.

“Ooohhhhh g…g…god…” Rose moaned and looked down trying to see through the veil of pain and pleasure.

Cathy reached over and ran her fingers through Rose’s thick bush, sliding her index finger along the opening, which was dripping wet. Cathy leaned over and put her head down into the thicket, her tongue instantly finding Rose’s clitoris. As Cathy’s mouth found its target, Paul began penetrating deeper than ever, Cathy’s looking over in awe as Paul was almost in Rose’s ass down to his nuts.

Rose was now wailing and howling without any semblance of control as the combination of Cathy’s tongue in her pussy and Paul’s cock pounding into her ass was overwhelming. When Rose first came, she felt like she had somehow exploded all over Cathy’s face. Cathy was startled when Rose suddenly gushed all over her without warning, but quickly dove back in when she realized what was happenning.

Paul’s balls were violently slapping Rose’s ass, his complete penentration now virtually accomplished. The feeling was so far beyond belief he knew he could not last long, and in a moment when he came Rose came yet again.

The sensation of Paul’s cum blasting into her ass again and again in a seemingly endless stacatto sent Rose over the edge once more, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she lay helpless beneath the ministrations of Paul and Cathy.

Rose looked up at Paul, his cock still buried in her but now growing limp. Paul looked like a drowned rat and Rose knew she probably did too. Rose looked over at Cathy who was looking at her with a facial expression that looked like awe.

Finally Paul withdrew his now flaccid cock, and this action felt great to Rose too. When the head finally emerged there was a soft popping sound which made them all giggle. Cathy and Paul cleaned up Rose, who was so utterly drained of energy she could only lay there helplessly, her leg muscles still twitching involuntarily.

Rose had fallen asleep when Paul and Cathy left. They pulled the sheet over Rose and both kissed her on the forehead before heading out into the night.

9)

The next morning Rose awoke feeling like she had spent the night riding a horse. It was all she could do to walk to the the bathroom, the dull ache between her legs a reminder of a night she would never forget.

The light of day also brought with it a sense of guilt. What she had done was wrong, very wrong, that much she knew. What had posssessed her to do such a thing? Was it revenge, boredom, the almost forgotten feeling of being wanted, or a combination of all those things. Whatever it was, Rose knew that it was a once in a lifetime thing, and a thing that would never happen again.

Besides, the way her head throbbed and the way her body ached, especially the intimate parts, sex was the furthest thing from her mind. All of that made what happened later in the morning all the more strange.

Around noon when there was a tapping at her back door, Rose went back and saw Paul standing there with a little bouquet of flowers, grinning that charmingly sheepish grin of his.

“Thought I’d check on you to see if you were up yet or not” Paul said while handing Rose the flowers.

An hour later Paul went back to work after making love with Rose for almost the entire sixty minutes. Rose again told herself that this was the last time.

Rose told herself the same thing the following morning after Paul left. He had spent the night, just Paul alone this time, and they had made love most of the night and early morning. Paul was just as insatiable as he had promised, and Rose had discovered she was too. His unbridled and unabashed lust for her made her feel alive, made her feel so much like a woman that she felt reborn.

The problem was, Rose knew, was that she was a married woman. She had her fun, and whether it was revenge for Henry’s earlier adulterous affair or not, there was no future in a relationship with Paul. No matter how incredible the sex was and how glorious it felt to be so desired by such a virile young stud, Rose knew she had to end it. Rose’s only fear, and it was not a trifling one, was that Paul would somehow make it difficult for her because after all, he did have her over a barrel.

When Rose noticed the store was quiet later that, Rose went over and talked to Paul, explaining that she had to end this before it got out of control. Rose told Paul how much she cared about him, how wonderful he had made her feel, and how she would remember these past few days all her life. Even as Rose spoke, she realized that she sounded like the immature teeenager that she though Paul had been all along.

When Rose had finally finished, Paul told Rose he understood, thanked her and kissed her on the forehead.

Done. Over. Rose turned to leave the store, turning back to say “Goodbye Paul, and thank you for everything.”

“Bye Rose, love ya” Paul responded as the door closed behind Rose.

10)

Rose was waiting for Henry when he arrived home a couple of days later. She attacked him with a intensity that shocked Rose as much as it did Henry. Rose dragged Henry to the bedroom and they made love with a savageness they had not experience for many many years. It was very, very good, and just as good the second time moments later.

Rose and Henry went on vacation up in the Adirondack Mountains that weekend, spending an entire week camping and hiking. It was the best vacation they ever had, and they made love each night. Sometimes under the stars, sometimes in the tent, once on top of a mountain. Henry gave Rose a few odd looks from time to time, but was enjoying things too much to say a word, and they were both sad when it was time for them to return home.

11)

After they had gotten back, Henry was soon off on another long haul. Rose decided to go over to see Paul, just to talk. Just for the heck of it, Rose decided to wear a pink tank top with nothing underneath. Rose hoped he wouldn’t get the wrong idea, but knew he would like the view.

Rose went to the back of the deserted store and got her trusty six pack of Rolling Rock and took it to the checkout counter. There was a tiny office behind the register and the door was open and Paul was rummaging around back there.

“Hey, what’s a girl got to do to get waited on around here?” Rose chirped merrily.

To Rose’s shock, it wasn’t Paul who emerged from the office. Dressed in the company’s traditional light blue shirt was a short, black haired woman. Rose was mortified when the woman came to the register.

The woman looked a little familiar to Rose but she couldn’t place her.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry… so sorry. I… I.. thought that Paul was…. that you were Paul” Rose stuttered nervously.

The woman smiled as she looked at Rose, not bothering to mask her interest in Rose’s attire. Rose then realized how revealing she had dressed, and wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

“No, I’m not Paul dear” the woman said while laughing huskily.

Rose looked at the name patch that adorned the woman’s very prominent left breast. Andrea.

“I’m sorry… er… Andrea” Rose said as the woman continued to look her over while resting her hand on Rose’s six pack. “Paul uh… does he have the day off?”

“He’s got them all off now” Andrea quipped. “The district manager caught him screwing some girl in the stock room last week and canned him. I guess he had just gotten his draft notice so he didn’t much care what happened to him, poor kid.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. He was a nice kid” Rose offered meekly.

“Horny critter too I guess, from what I could tell” Andrea suggested. “This whole week I’ve had all of his girlfriends coming in crying on my shoulder. You… well you wouldn’t be one of those too would you?” Andrea asked while arching an eyebrow.

“Me, oh no, gee not me” Rose said somewhat defensively. “Uh, you look familiar to me somehow” Rose said while hoping to change the subject.

“I was just going to say the same thing to you” Andrea countered. “I used to deliver bread up until last week when I heard there was a opening.”

“Oh yes” Rose answered quickly. “That’s where I’ve seen you! I live next door. My name’s Rose” she said while offering her hand.

Andrea’s hand fully enveloped Rose’s while smiling broadly, still looking Rose over with an interest that both startled and excited Rose.

“Okay, now I remember” Andrea exclaimed. “You’re the woman who sat on the porch sometimes when I was delivering. My name is, uh, well I see you noticed my name already” Andrea said, duly noting the attentiveness Rose had been apparently paying to her name resting on her generous bosom.

Rose blushed, but only slightly, while Andrea rang out her order and took her money.

“Hey Andrea, sometime if you want why don’t you come over for a cup of coffee on your break. That is, if you get a chance” Rose suggested.

“Sounds great!” Andrea said. “One of those might be good at the end of the day sometime too” Andrea said while handing Rose the beer.

“That would be good too” Rose said and headed for the door. “Any night you’re free this week just stop by, because my husband is away for a couple of weeks.”

“Oh really? How about tonight then?” Andrea asked with what seemed to Rose like hope in her voice. “I get out at nine.”

“It’s a deal!” Rose said as she left the store with a smile on her face from ear to ear.

12)

Spring 1971

Rose thought the pain was indescribable. She had never experienced such pain in her life. How big was he? He seemed enormous, so much so she felt like she was being split in two. Through all the pain Rose looked up and saw what she was looking for.

Standing over the doctor’s shoulder, looking goofy wearing the blue hospital scrubs. Henry. Smiling nervously, urging Rose to push as the nurse instructed, just like they had learned in the classes.

And when it was over, and the doctor held up a pink and howling seven pound three ounce Henry Paul Blaine for Rose to see, it was worth all the pain. Worth all the waiting.

“He looks just like Dad!” the doctor said joyfully as Henry Jr. was set next to Rose. And as Henry came over and looked down at them, both of them crying and laughing at the same time, Rose could not and would not disagree.

“Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.”

That night I lay in bed tossing and turning unable to get him out of my mind. Various snapshots played through me head. The smirk as I meet him that morning, his hand flying up and down his cock, his arrogant burst to beat me at the end of the run, the feel of his hot come on my face, the taste of it, the look of shock and fear when I initially discovered him. I just couldn’t sleep. Sexual tension was coursing through my veins. At 1.10 am I gave up trying to sleep and sat up in bed. I know I shouldn’t do it, but I had to. I was wound up tight and if I’m honest with myself I was horny. I tip toed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I listened to the sounds of the house. My parents were still asleep as were my brothers and sisters.

I crept downstairs and let myself outside. I was wearing cotton boxers and singlet, despite the cool breeze I wasn’t cold. I knew that what I was doing was stupid, dangerous and irrational, but I had to. I couldn’t stop myself. Within minutes I was on the garage roof outside his window. I climbed over the sill and into his room. He must have heard me and sat up in bed.

“Don’t say a fucking word” I hissed. I climbed onto his bed and pushed him down onto his back. He was only wearing boxers. I sat on his bed and we looked at each other. A puzzled look was on his face. I had to do it, I needed to do it. Slowly I reached out and placed my hand on his crotch. I felt his limp cock through the fabric. I stroked it gently through the cloth. I could feel it come alive and soon he was fully erect and straining at the fabric. I reached inside his boxers and placed my hand around his shaft. With my other hand I tugged at the waistband of boxers and pulled them down, he lifted his hips to assist me. I looked into his eyes, he looked back at me blankly.

His erection dwarfed my hand, I slowly stroked his cock and his eyes glassed over somewhere between pleasure and pain. It was now or never. I bent over, and for the first time in my life I placed a penis in my mouth. I wasn’t really exactly sure what to do, or the best method to do it. But his moans of pleasure guided me. I stoked his balls with one hand and with the other held his shaft while I used my mouth to take him deeper inside my throat. I suppose the key was to mimic intercourse. I moved my head up and down. He grunted in ecstasy. I ran my tongue over the head and under the shaft. I small dribble of pre cum oozed from the opening and I used the tip of my tongue to lick it up. It was sweet and musky. Part of me knew exactly what I was doing, lust was consuming me, but my sensible half couldn’t reconcile this side. Lust was winning. I increased the intensity and moved my head up and down more aggressively and massaged his balls with my hand.

“I’m going to cum” he whispered. This was it, decision time. But I wanted so badly to taste it, feel his seed in my mouth. Before I could rationalise or decide any further he ejaculated. Cum flooded my mouth and God help me but I swallowed it all hungrily. I had to do this. He drove me crazy but the other half of me was so attracted to his arrogant swagger that I just had to consume him. I removed my mouth and licked up the last of the cum from the head. He was panting uncontrollably, I licked my lips enjoying the after taste. I had heard scuttle butt from my girl friends who all swore that it was the foulest taste in the world - but to be truthful I kind of liked it. I stood up and said “7.30 tomorrow - be there.”

“Okay” he croaked

The next morning I didn’t say a word to him. I stretched up and we were off. I knew I had no chance to out run him, so I settled into a comfortable jog. He talked away incessantly. I tried to ignore it, but he was funny and self depreciating. To tell the truth I laughed a few times - but caught myself and quickly stifled it. I was the wronged party in all of this. He didn’t deserve the satisfaction to see that he was melting me. That night I crept into his room and gave him another blow job. I was better this time, I knew what to do and paced myself better. I teased his cock and when he was about to cum I stopped and let him recover. “Please let me come.” He begged. But I held fast until I could take it no longer myself and just as he was about to explode I pulled his cock from my mouth and he came in my face. I licked around my mouth hungrily consuming his cum. I used my finger to scoop it from my cheeks and slid it in my mouth. I loved the taste. I loved what I could do to this boy, that I could make him come, that he was putty in my hands. I used his discarded boxers to wipe my face before I left, saying on my way that we going running again.

The next night I crept back into his room. I was couldn’t stop myself, I was becoming addicted to him.

“I want to do something for you” he whispered.

“What?” I asked rudely.

“I want to do for you what you did to me.” While I wanted to hear him say that. My prudish side felt uncomfortable about him putting his tongue inside me. Would he be offended? I mean his tongue would be in my holiest of holies. I nodded with trepidation. I lay down on the bed and he helped me take off my top. He gently kissed my breasts. “Are they too small?” I asked.

“They’re perfect.” My nipples hardened in his mouth and he flicked his tongue over the tips. It was heaven. He kissed his way down my stomach and reached the top of my boxers. He slowly eased them off. I could smell the musk of my own arousal. What would he think? His face disappeared into my crotch. I gasped in shock when his tongue flicked my clitoris. His head popped up. “Are you okay?” I nodded. “I’ve never done this before so tell me if I’m doing this right.”

“I will, but where you were was a good start.” He tongue refound my clitoris and probed it gently. He worked his way up and down my slit and darted his tongue inside me. I could feel myself getting wetter and hotter. I couldn’t believe oral sex felt this good. I used to think it was dirty, but with his tongue probing my depths I didn’t think that now.

“What is your name?” I breathed.

He lifted his head, I could see my juices on his face. “Why do you want to know now?”

“I want to know the name of the guy with his tongue inside me.”

“Paul.”

“Paul don’t stop what you’re doing” He nodded and his head disappeared between my thighs. I could feel it building. It started as a distant hum, but now it was like little bolts of electricity emanating from my groin. This was it, I was going have an orgasm. My first orgasm at 21! How pathetic is that. I ran my fingers through Paul’s hair and pulled his face tighter onto my groin. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop” I commanded. I could feel it. I could feel it! I grabbed the pillow from under my head and smothered my face with it. I came, did I cum, a huge tidal wave rolled over me and I bucked furiously and screamed into the pillow. Paul grabbed my thighs to keep me in position, his tongue never wavered from probing me. I could feel my cum trickling into my butt hole and smearing my thighs. The rolls died away but still Paul kept diving his tongue inside me and over my clit. Without warning I came again, I couldn’t believe it! It was just as intense. My thighs clamped Paul’s head and I thrashed about on his bed. It was the most fantastic sensation I had ever felt. Paul put his finger inside me and slid it in and out, he removed his finger and placed it to my lips. I was reluctant to taste my own secretions, “Go on taste it,” he whispered. I parted my lips and let him slide his finger into my mouth. I was prepared to be shocked but was pleasantly surprised at the sweat tanginess.

We lay on the bed side by side, both us bathed in the afterglow. After awhile I rose onto my elbows. “I want you take me out today.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to take me some place nice.”

“Okay.”

“Pick me up at 7pm.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” I confirmed. I got off the bed and put my clothes on. “Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

That night we went out and got to know each other. I was always the type of girl who thought this was what should de done first, then the intimacy. But somehow I, not the male, had turned this around. It just wasn’t me. But when I first saw him, I was immediately attracted despite myself. I hadn’t wanted to be. I had fully expected to reveal and disgrace him in front of his parents. But I hadn’t, I instead threw myself at him. Years of pent up sexual frustration had burst forth in only a few days. I didn’t want to analyse it, I just wanted to enjoy it. Paul turned out to be funny and a genuinely nice guy. I found myself laughing and giggling like a school girl. I found out that he was the state champion over 1500 meters - I hadn’t stood a chance. At the end of the night I didn’t want it to finish. When he pulled up outside my house to drop me off I just wanted to pull him close and not let him go.

“Do you want to come in?” he asked.

“Aren’t your parents home?”

“Not tonight. They’re away.”

It was all the invitation I needed. I nodded and he started the car again and pulled into his drive way. He held my hand as we walked inside. I liked that, it was nice. Without a word he lead me up to his room.

“So this is how you get to your room,” I said.

“This is the way most people take.”

Once in his room he placed his arms around my waist and held me close. We looked at each other, our faces only inches apart.

“Do you mind if I do something we’ve never done before?’

“What’s that?” I replied.

“This.” He leant forward and kissed me softly. We may have given each other oral sex, which is about as personal as it gets, but this was something more. Somehow more intimate. Romantic. I moaned and parted my lips and he gently slid his tongue into my mouth and I pushed mine into his. What started as something soft become aggressive and wanting. I wanted him so bad.

I virtually ripped his shirt open trying to undo the buttons. I ran my hands over his smooth chest enjoying the feel of him. He lifted my blouse over my head and reached around behind me and easily undid my bra. He bent down and kissed my nipples. They jutted painfully. He sucked each nipple in turn into his mouth and used his tongue to flick the tips. The sensation was incredible. I held his head as he suckled me, it was the most peaceful feeling. After awhile he dropped to his knees and reached up under my long skirt and hooked my panties and pulled them down and off. He lifted the front of my skirt and licked my slit. I moaned. I stood there while his tongue probed me deeply. Just when I couldn’t stand it any longer he stopped and stood up. He undid the button holding my skirt around my waist and it slipped to the floor. I kicked off my sandals and stood naked before him.

“You’re beautiful” he whispered.

I fumbled with his belt buckle and tried to undo his jeans, he helped me and soon we were both naked. He pulled me close and we kissed deeply. Out tongues just didn’t seem to be long enough. We broke away and he lifted me off the ground and carried me to the bed.

I pushed him onto his back and moved my head to his oh so hard cock. I took him into my mouth used my tongue to tease and nibble the head. He was moaning deep in his throat, his eyes were closed and he was somewhere in another world. I knew then I had to have him. I stopped what I was doing and straddled him so that we were crotch to crotch. I bent down and kissed him. “Do you want me?” I asked.

“More than I have ever wanted anything in my life.”

I reached down and grabbed his cock and bent in upwards away from his belly. I positioned the tip at the entrance to my pussy. “Are you ready?”

“Yes!” he virtually screamed.

I slowly lowered myself onto his cock and eased it inch by inch inside me. The feeling was amazing. This was the first cock I have ever had inside me that wasn’t covered by a condom. The difference in sensation was beyond belief. Finally he was buried to the hilt. We just looked at each other - it was like we saw into the depths of each other’s very soul. I raised myself so that the tip of his cock was just inside me, then thrust down again forcefully. Paul grunted in pleasure and pain. I did this a few times, increasing my speed so that I was soon riding him for all I was worth. My pussy was soaked. I was slippery and hot, his hard cock was buried in me. I was seconds away from cumming. I could tell be the look on his face that he was too. “I’m sorry” he grunted “But I can’t hold out any longer.” He gave one almighty thrust and came. The feel of his hot semen inside of me sent over the edge and I came also. My pussy clamped his cock milking it of everything he had. We bucked furiously wringing ever last sensation out each other’s body. “I’m so sorry,” he muttered, “When you think about something your whole life and it finally comes true, one’s staying power isn’t quite as good as one would wish.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I kissed him tenderly, and lay down on his chest, his cock still impaled in me. We both tried to get our breathing under control, our slick sweaty bodies stuck to each other.

“Do you mind if I try again?” he said.

“Mind?” I said jokingly. Paul grabbed my hips and he spun me to the side so that he was now on top of me, he hadn’t slipped out. He grabbed my knees and bent them so that my shins were on his chest. He started pumping me, the penetration was incredible. I was being cleaved in two. He hadn’t lost his hard on, my fine young stud. Soon he was giving me the fucking of my life. I loved it. I was going to cum again and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I screamed at the top of lungs as my orgasm overcame me. My pussy clamped Paul’s cock so that it was temporarily trapped, then it loosened and he stroked, then it clamped his cock again. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled over me. Paul grabbed my thighs and lifted my legs over his shoulders and kept ramming his cock into me. If I thought the previous position was splitting me then this finished me off. I came again and with a loud grunt Paul slammed his cock deep into me and came. His boiling cum splashed and scorched my pussy.

We collapsed into a heap, I knew that I had been fucked to within an inch of my life. Never, never, had I believed from my previous ‘experience’ that sex could be so intense.

For the rest of that golden summer we were never far from each other and fucked as often as we could. So many times we were nearly caught by our parents. But we were addicted to each other and the risk only added to our enjoyment.

When I had to go back to college and he went off to college for the first time, I cried my eyes out. We agreed that it would be best of we didn’t keep in contact as long distance relationships never work and can only lead to heartache and pain. It was the hardest decision I have ever made.

But there’s always next summer.

Of course he caught me looking, he was smiling broadly when my gaze reached his face. I smiled back at him.

I had to take my panties off while he watched me now. Still looking him in the eye trying to hold his gaze, I pushed my little panties down my legs. He didn’t look at my pussy until the panties joined the rest of my clothes. I wanted to know what he thought of me. I faced him and stood with my feet about a foot apart with my hips forward.

His eyes locked on to the junction of my legs and he gave a big smile and little whistle between his brilliant white teeth. I may not be as slim as Mary but at least someone found my body interesting.

I pulled the baby pink hot pants on and pulled the bandeau top over my hips to cover my boobs, then looked for the mirror to check how I looked. No mirror, how strange I thought.

I asked Mickie, who was just rearranging his manhood how I looked.

“Fabulous nipples and a wonderful pussy.”

“How does the swimwear look!.” I said in a stern voice.

“Great, Yes that looks great as well. How do I look?”

“Very pleased with yourself.” Then gave him a big smile.

The music started. It wasn’t Bob Marley, it was Sean Paul for a change.

“Mary and Paul, get ready you two are on first.” Called Lance.

Moments later they had set off. We could hear the applause as they stepped along the catwalk.

I felt so nervous. Mickie took hold of my hand, gave it a little squeeze then said,

“Don’t worry, you’ll be great.”

“Crystal and Mickie, you two set off as the others get back.”

My stomach churned as we waited. Then we were off.

I could hear the applause and felt fabulous. Mickie held my hand as we strutted down the runway.

The further along the runway we got the more confident I became, and the more I bounced my breasts and shook my hips.

As we reached the end of the catwalk I saw the big screen that showed what Phil and his team were recording. I could see that the outfit was so revealing that I may as well been naked. The suit looked like my pale un-tanned parts against my tanned skin. I could even make out my little Brazilian.

Well they have seen it now, I thought may as well carry on.

The rest of the show was without real incident until I reached the last, and smallest bikini.

It was the tiniest piece of yellow material I had ever seen. It was a tiny triangle with a few bits of matching string. I wondered if it really would cover my proud pussy lips.

I put the bottoms on and asked Mickie to tie the top at the back. Then I asked him to check the bottoms. He sat down on the bench and looked.

He frowned and suggested a little adjustment. I stepped closer and asked,

“Can you put it right for me?”

His finger took hold of the side of the material and pulled it completely out of the way so that he had an unobstructed view of my pussy. The middle finger of his other hand slid between my lips and almost immediately made contact with my clit.

“I just knew that you would be wet.”

I would have loved for him to carry on but I could hear Mary’s high-healed shoes clip clopping their way to our room. Mickie had just replaced the material when they came in.

I didn’t look at them. I grabbed Mickie’s hand and we were soon strutting our stuff down the catwalk.

As we approached Lance, he brought out Paul and Mary and the five of us had to walk the walk one more time.

I don’t know what the people behind me could see when we bowed at the end of the runway but by that time I just didn’t care.

We were back in the room when a smiling Lucky joined us,

“You have all done really well. We’ve got more orders than we have ever had and you will all be receiving a bonus and you can keep all that you have modelled for me”

Even Mary smiled.

The four of us had a quick group hug then I made my way out to find Barry. I was still wearing the tiny yellow bikini. He soon found me amongst the crowd.

“You look the sexiest that I have ever seen you. Everything you wore looked great and that tiny bikini, what can I say?”

I changed into my party dress and had the first proper drink of the evening, Champagne of course.

Mickie joined us soon after and I introduced him to Barry. Barry shook his hand and said,

“Thank you for taking care of my wife, she told me how nervous she was until you helped her. I thought that your outfits matched perfectly and you both looked really good.”

We chatted for a while and I had another glass of Champagne, before Mickie said,

“You haven’t forgotten the photo shoot have you?”

“I thought that we had done that at the fashion show.”

“No, usually they have a photo shoot around midnight when only the invited guests are left. The idea is for two of the models to show how good the swimwear is at enticing their partner whilst sunbathing.”

“I don’t remember anything being said about that.” I queried.

“It will be in the contract that you signed.”

I turned to Barry and just looked at him. He had read the contract before I signed it.

“Now that you mention it, I do remember something like that.”

“And who is the couple who will be doing the modelling?”

“I thought that you might like to do it with me, Mary has already left.”

“What do you think?” I asked Barry.

“You know how you enjoy being photographed, why don’t I ask if we can have some of the photos to take home. It should be fun for us.”

Most of the guests had gone by 11.30, Lucky was sitting by the piano with five or six of what appeared to be close friends or business associates. In fact, the only females left besides myself were the staff and there were only a few of them.

Phil approached the three of us and asked if we were ready. I was certainly getting into the idea. It was obvious that Mickie was, but was Barry still happy?

“Are you OK with this? I don’t know how much they are going to want to see.” I asked him.

“I want you to enjoy yourself. When you are enjoying yourself, I am.”

Phil asked me to wear the baby pink hotpant set, and Mickie to wear some white speedo style trunks.

Mickie grabbed my hand and we were on the way to get changed.

I felt more nervous than before the fashion show. Mickie went into a small bag he had with him and produced a cannabis joint.

“Some of Jamaica’s finest weed.”

He lit it and passed it to me. It was certainly stronger than anything I had enjoyed previously, and it went straight to my head. I soon felt totally relaxed and prepared to show anybody anything they may want to see.

We both stripped off. I could see the beginnings of a hard on for Mickie and I just had to feel it. It felt so warm and smooth. I pushed the foreskin back to reveal a beautiful purple plumb. I was just about to get on my knees when there was a knock on the door.

“Every body is waiting, Lets get started. Mickie pulled up the speedos and we made our way out.

Phil led us into a large lounge where he had put some lights with umbrella reflectors up. The lights were directed towards an area where there were two sun loungers. Side by side and touching.

Lucky and his guests were all equipped with expensive looking cameras. All the men were looking me up and down, but I didn’t care, I wanted them to look.

Phil asked me to lie on my front on one of the loungers and pretend to be sunbathing. Mickie was passed some oil and was directed to apply it to all my available parts.

The cameras started clicking after Mickie had applied the oil to my shoulders and back. He had moved my legs about a foot apart and was working his way upwards. His hands felt so smooth and strong.

As he reached my butt, he pushed the material higher so that he could kneed my flesh.

“Just look at the stretch in that fabric.” Said Lucky bringing the quality of his product to the fore.

Mickie proceeded to push the other side high and into the crack of my butt. I felt the material get a little tighter at the front when he did this, but not to an uncomfortable extent.

“Roll onto your back please, Crystal, let’s see how good you look from the front.”

I rolled over and Lucky said, “Just look how nice that looks gentlemen. Girls feel dressed while all the time the guys can see everything. Just look at the detail you can see of her pussy. The little Brazilian and smooth proud lips. Tell the guys how good it feels Crystal.”

“It’s so comfortable; I will definitely be wearing this on the beach.” I hoped that I said the right thing.

The guys seemed to like it, as they zoomed into my nipples and pussy.

“If Mickie could oil her front and perhaps accidentally spill some oil on the costume we can see how interesting the swimwear becomes.”

Mickie went to work. He oiled my legs and stomach. Then my arms whilst he balanced the bottle of oil on my flat stomach. Then of course, the accidental knocking over of the bottle of oil. The oil spilled out over the front of my bikini bottoms. Although cool, the sensation was quite pleasant.

“See gentlemen, totally see thru. ”

Each of the photographers took it in turn to record just how see thru the material had become. Then,

“Could Crystal now show us how Mickie looks with his body shiny with oil?”

Mickie lay on his back and waited. He didn’t have to wait long. I had soon completed his muscular arms when I started on his chest. It was only afterwards that I thought of what the guys behind me could see as I leaned over Mickie with a foot either side of the lounger.

It was a joy to rub oil on his tight body. He was looking into my eyes urging me to go lower. I thought that I would tease him. Lower I went, down to his ankles. As I worked my way up, I could see the shape of his cock in the speedos begin to lengthen. I kept sweeping up his thigh but just stopping short of touching his cock. Then an inspiration. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. I spilled a good amount of oil over his speedos and soon discovered how see thru my bottoms were. Lucky was less vocal of how much could be seen thru Mickies oil soaked material. But I certainly enjoyed the view.

“I think its time to see another of our wonderful examples of swimwear gentlemen.”

Phil approached us and led us to the changing rooms. He asked me to wear the tiny yellow bikini and Mickie to wear some matching speedos.

He remained in the room while we changed. He said,

“I want you to go out there and act like you had just started a relationship. I want you to get these old boys hot and be happy to part with their money. Do you both understand what I mean?”

I assumed that they would want an unobstructed view of my nipples and pussy. They had virtually seen everything anyway, and I was more than happy to show them.

When we returned to the make believe beach, there was just a large beach towel on the floor.

I lay on my front first to give them a few shots of the string between my cheeks then rolled over a couple of times allowing them to see how narrow the material was between my legs. Whilst on my stomach I asked Mickie to undue the string of my top so that I didn’t get any tan lines. Not only did he undo the top he pulled it from beneath me and threw it to Lucky.

I rolled onto my back and attracted a few more photographs from the guys. I was really enjoying this. With all that had happened so far I was feeling incredibly horny.

Then Mickie put his hand on my stomach and gently started drawing circles on my oily skin with his finger. The finger came closer and closer to my right nipple before circling it. Then the left. But this time he toyed with it making it even more erect. Then back to the right. I was beginning to feel really horny now. I was beginning to forget about the guys watching and photographing us. I suppose I even forgot about Barry for a while when I took hold of Mickies wrist and pulled it towards my tiny bikini bottoms. I took his finger and placed it on my pussy lips. The finger was soon creating a groove in the thin material.

“Perhaps Mickie could show us how easy it would be to gain access to Crystal’s treasure.” Asked Lucky.

I felt the material being pulled aside and knew my pussy was available for all to see. I felt Mickies hand pull the leg nearest to him away from the other until my feet were about two feet apart. Then Lucky said,

“Who would have thought that anyone could remove a thong with a girls legs in that position? Please show them Mickie.”

Mickie gave a gentle tug at the side of the thong. I heard something like Velcro separating and the thong was taken from my body.

Mickie’s fingers then went to work on my pussy. I was so horny I was soon experiencing my first orgasm.

Completely forgetting where I was, I pushed Mickie so that his head was between my legs. My eyes were closed and although I could still see the lights flashing, I pretended that we were alone. His wonderful thick tongue danced with my clit until my second orgasm.

As I came round I decided to push Mickie on to his back. I straddled his shins then leaned forward to get at his cock. I couldn’t get my thumb and forefinger to touch but I held it as tight as I could. As I pumped downwards I twisted my hand until my fist made contact with his short curly pubes.

Mickies eyes were closed. Perhaps he was imagining being alone with me. It just seamed so natural to add my mouth to the work of my hand. I got the purple head inside and swirled my tongue around his helmet a few times. I could feel that he enjoyed that immensely. So I gave him more.

Looking back I should have realised that he was young and perhaps a little trigger happy, and so I should have stopped before he went too far. But I didn’t and he was soon on the edge. My tongue was still circling when his cock exploded. I couldn’t help but swallow some but It was then when I considered the photographic angle of the shoot. I kept my head bobbing on Mickie’s cock but pushed some of his cum down to my lips with my tongue to give the appearance of me frothing at the mouth with a mouth full of cum. The lights popped a few more times. Then came the applause.

Had we finished? I was just beginning to enjoy myself.

On reflection though I suppose that I still hadn’t been unfaithful to Barry as Bill Clinton says that what I did wasn’t really sex.

After a shower, I sheepishly went back to Barry. Fortunately he was in a really good mood.

Before I could speak he said, “You were great, all the guys have told me how lucky I am. Phil has even talked us into a short erotic film that he wants you to star in.”

“Short erotic film?”

“Yes, you’ll be great.”

“There is no way that you are going to talk me into doing a shag film.”

“Let’s enjoy ourselves tonight and talk about it tomorrow.”

“be continued…”