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CHAPTER 54: THE COLONDAROS

Although they did shower together, there was a minimal amount of playing. Certainly not like what would have happened if she was in this shower with Michele and Barb. There was some washing of each other’s bodies but it was tentative by the other women and Helen elected to not push too much quite yet. Washing each other’s hair was helpful and allowed a certain amount of exploratory touching.

They dried off with very large, soft, and fluffy towels. Helen dropped hers once she was dry but the other two were tying theirs around themselves. Helen looked at them and challenge what they were doing, “You indicated you also wanted to explore playing with each other. Is that still your hope?”

They both nodded, it was. They looked at each other and dropped their towels. Then Sonja took her daughter into a front-to-front hug, heads on each other’s shoulders. “I love you, Marg. I’ve had this feeling for you for a long time, but … I was afraid, I admit it, I was afraid you might reject me or be offended and hurt.” She pulled back only slightly and looked at her daughter, “May I kiss you? On the lips, like I truly want to?”

Marg nodded, perhaps not daring to use her voice, and they kissed and it was beautiful for Helen to watch. When they broke, she took them by the hands and led them from the bathroom, into the hall, and down toward the kitchen before they could think more about it. All three of them entered the kitchen naked. They stayed that way the rest of the evening.

In the kitchen, Sonja went to the oven and found serving bowls of cooked ground beef, rice, beans, and salsa. In the refrigerator, Marg found serving bowls of grated cheese and chopped lettuce, and a pitcher of margaritas. On the counter was a package of taco shells. Finding the pitcher, Marg directed Helen to where she would find glasses. They moved all this to the table on the patio.

Sonja reached out to Helen and her Marg, touching each, “This is so nice. I can’t believe I am doing this, but it is so … freeing, liberating. Do you do this kind of thing often, Helen?”

“I’m not sure what ‘this kind of thing’ you are referring to. The horse, showering together, or nudity.”

“That was rather open, wasn’t it. The nudity, you seem so comfortable with it, though earlier today there was a hint of nervousness, shyness sometimes, but you did so well. And, your Juli wasn’t ever scared. It makes me think you guys must have a very open lifestyle. Are you nudists, by chance?”

Helen giggled. The food was good and they were getting into interesting conversation about each other, but they were both very intrigued about Helen’s home life. “No, we don’t think of it as a nudist lifestyle. But … well, I’ll just say it … we are mostly always nude. But, the difference is we are naked for a reason. Although it is comfortable and freeing, it is more than that for us.”

“And Juli is a part of that, too?”

“Yes. She and Harry are very close friends and our neighbors.”

Marg leaned in, her mom wasn’t getting to the point quickly enough for her. “So, what’s the ‘more’?”

Helen looked at them long, “We are naked so we are available to the others.”

“For sex? You mean like sexual slaves or something?”

“NO! Not at all. We are naked and available because we all like the sexual sharing within the family, plus Harry and Juli.”

Sonja was moving in now, she saw her target. This sexual liberation was what attracted her, “You all, the women, are available to the men and each other? And, you talk about the dogs … them too, right? Am I right?”

Marg looked at her mother. She’s about to protest, but Helen isn’t protesting. She looked at Helen, “They are. The horses are new to you, but the dogs aren’t.”

Helen pours herself more drink and completes the story parts she left out before. All the wicked, but very fun, details of their life. She explains the kennel business, their training and how and what. The women are shocked at hearing how many dogs have been trained and taken by women.

“When Marg and I talked about the horses, it was a kinky fantasy meant to divert us from our needs. Then our needs just became more real but we needed help to realize it. What you are describing now is amazing. So, during your day and night, being naked and available, it could be your sister’s husband, your sister, your mom, your dog or their dogs. Wow, amazing.”

Marg muttered, “God, I am so turned on right now.”

“Well, now you might understand why our nudity doesn’t get old. We never know for sure when we will be wanted; the constant touching by man or woman because they see you as a partner; the casual licks from the dogs because they see us as bitches.”

Marg gasped, “Bitches …”

“Yeah, makes you tingle, doesn’t it. That a dog can take you as his bitch, to breed you. And even more that a woman can accept and want that as her relationship with the dog. Just talking about it makes me miss my Kaycee.”

Sonja sees the problem with open sexual conduct with the dogs, though, “But, how do you handle other women coming to visit? The dogs must bother any woman visiting.”

Helen just smiles and explains the training. As almost anyone hearing about their lifestyle, these women can’t get over the sheer eroticism of it all. This conversation has them even more anxious than they had been. They move to the family room to continue their talk and to finish the margaritas. All share the same couch with Helen seated in the middle of mother and daughter. Helen is casually touching both of them, stroking arms and legs as they talk. She kisses one lightly, then the other. Then, each a little more passionately. Again, this time touching a breast, then the other woman. Again, this time fingering a nipple, then the other woman. Back and forth, repeating the cycle over and over. She stands up abruptly and their eyes show the confusion, the desire now high in them, the building excitement of how she has made them feel. So why is she suddenly leaving? But, she’s not.

“Move together until you touch.” Helen sits next to Marg and speaks softly next to her head, “Kiss her, Marg. No, hard, passionately, like the way you really feel about her. Now, touch her … her breast, her nipple, her face. Again. Let your hands roam, explore, and discover. Touch like you can’t keep your hands off her. Isn’t that the way you feel, needing to touch her, and wanting to know more about her body, its shape, its softness and hardness?”

“Oh god, yes! Oh, mom, I love you, I need to be together with you, to love you, and to be loved by you physically, too.”

Helen shifts and moves to be next to Sonja. She is sighing and moaning at the words, the touching, and the kissing from Marg, her daughter, her only daughter. She repeats the directions to Sonja to touch, kiss, roam, explore, and discover the body of her daughter. Soon, Helen is nearly a bystander, a voyeur, giving each soft kisses to arms, shoulders, and necks, and encouraging them with her words and whispers.

Soon, very soon, their passion for each other is even more evident, obvious, and demanding. She whispers into their ears, “The master bedroom.” They break and look into each other’s eyes, they are momentarily lost in each other, uncertain of their surroundings and needs other than what each other can current provide. When they do stand, their legs are a little shaky, both exhibit flushed upper bodies and necks. They are ready … past ready … now they are needing the next stage.

As Helen had seen earlier, the bedroom is large and spacious and the bed, large. Maybe not as large as Tim and Michele’s, but still large enough for them. She leaves them at the foot of the bed while she pulls the covers and the top sheet down, exposing the bottom sheet. She encourages the women onto the bed, they crawl to the head and lay next to each other, looking into each other’s eyes. Without prodding, they kiss. It is soft and still tentative, but they do it, each touching the face of the other, softly caressing.

Helen is kneeling by their feet on the bed, “Whose bedroom is this, Marg?” She is distracted by the situation, her contact with her mother.

“Mom’s, it is mom’s.”

“Whose bedroom is this, Sonja?”

She is looking into the eyes of her daughter, finally saying, “Ours, now this is our bedroom.”

“Is that truly what you want, Sonja?”

“Oh, yes, yes … yes, I have wanted it for a while and was too afraid. Honey, I want this to be real for us.”

“What if she finds a man that is good for her? What if you do?”
She is smiling at her daughter now, “That would be good. That would be wonderful. But, in the meantime, while we are here together, I want this to be our bed.”

“Marg, whose bedroom and bed is this?”

“Oh my god … it’s ours. This is our bed. I love you, mom!” They both groan as they renew their kiss.

Helen smiles, this will be easier than even she originally thought. She moves alongside Sonja. She is clearly the key for Marg to accept this relationship fully. She speaks to the back of Sonja’s head, “Touch your daughter, feel her, stroke her as you kiss. Kiss her neck, whisper to her. She’s your lover, you know what to do.”

Both women groan at the instructions and the actions given them.

“Roll onto your back Marg. Follow her Sonja but don’t roll on top her. Good, now you have access to her body. Touch both breasts, finger and squeeze each nipple, stroke down her side to her hip, rotate to the front and touch her there, touch her most intimate spot, feel her. Is she already wet for you? Is your daughter’s pussy wet and open for you, wanting you, yielding to you?”

Marg is gasping at the new intimacy, her hips are already rising up to the touch, “Oh … god … yes.”

“Sonja, kiss your way down her body, focus on her nipples, then down her stomach, to her mound and between. Smell her? Does your daughters excitement smell good?”

“Yes! I love her smell. I love her taste.”

“Then open her legs fully and taste all you need, don’t stop because she gets noisy, lick her, suck her clit, and use your tongue and finger on and in her pussy. Sonja, now is the time to purposely make your daughter scream, demanding release and climax. Do it now, use two fingers inside her, pump them in and out, suck on her clit and nip on it. Make her scream for mercy and more, all at the same time.”

And, she did. Marg raised her hips up off the bed, her hands taking the bottom sheets into her grasp and pulling, straining her body against the onslaught on her pussy. And when Marg demanded her mother to stop but in the next breath pleaded with her to never stop, Helen smiled and knew these two would be lovers.

When Marg collapsed, gasping for air, her body still shivering from the explosion inside her body, the epicenter originating at her pussy and clit but extending up into her breasts and nipples, making her scalp tingle with goose bumps, Sonja quickly crawled up and hugged her to her body, sharing the last of the quaking from one to the other.

Smiling at the success of the first encounter between them, Helen slid off the bed and went to the kitchen, taking a bottle of wine from the rack on the counter and searched out three wine glasses. As Marg recovered from her orgasm, they shared the experience over wine. Once Helen could get them sharing about the experience, there verbalization just flowed, embarrassment and shyness disappeared with expressed gratitude and commitment.

Before the evening was completed, Marg gave Sonja a very similar experience. Then, the two very exhausted women pulled Helen to the bed between them. Turning off the bedside lamps, they expressed concern for her, but Helen merely encouraged them to cuddle into her, assuring them that her life was full of arousal and sexual satisfaction. Predictably, the room was silent except for contented breathing and an occasional remembered sigh in someone’s sleep.

The next morning, Helen is the first to awaken. The others have turned in their sleep so she crawls out of bed and heads for the kitchen in search of a coffee maker. She pads bare feet and naked through the house and is surprised by nearly bumping into an older, round Hispanic woman backing out from the refrigerator.

“EEEEK! Who are you?!”

“I think I should be asking you that question, young lady. I am Rosa, the cook and house keeper for the house. Who are you and what are you doing walking around the house naked?”

“I’m sorry … I … I didn’t know anyone would be here so early? I … I … I am Helen, I was working with …”

“You’re the young woman they were taking pictures of yesterday, the one riding bareback, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am … you saw me riding?”

“Young lady, I nearly grew up on this ranch. Riding for me was like a bicycle for you, probably. We would go everywhere by horse. You are very good, I’ll tell you that, it isn’t easy to go bareback, not doing all the things you were doing.”

“Thank you, ma’am, but …”

“Let me ask you something, you spent the night, you’re naked so you got very comfortable with them; did you get those two together last night, finally?”

Helen was shocked and showed it on her face. She was still standing with an arm across her breasts and the other hand over her crotch. She didn’t know what to say, she sure didn’t want to talk about such a delicate matter to someone she didn’t really know. “I’m not sure I know …”

“Oh, come on now … and relax, it’s not like I don’t know what a naked woman looks like. Sit down and I’ll get you some coffee.” She started turning away as Helen dropped her arms to pull out the chair at the kitchen table. But, she turned back to Helen, “Now, I guess I haven’t seen that before. No hair there. Do you shave it all the time? Can I feel it?”

“What?!? Can you feel it?”

“I’m sorry dear. I’m just curious, it looks very clean is all. I don’t see stubble and it must be at least a full day. Come on, let me look.”

Helen was suddenly very embarrassed. She’d never had this reaction and request before. Oh, sure, guys in Key West were wanting to snap pictures, but that was guys and it was a pussy they were wanting to record, not how clean shaven it was. She slowly parted her legs just enough for Rosa to put a finger over the top and down a side of her lips.

“It’s very smooth. It isn’t shaving is it?”

“No, ma’am, we use a cream that washes off and removes the hair. Before you ask … no, just don’t ask who ‘we’ are, okay?”

Rosa stood up and hugged her. “I am sorry dear. What a terrible way to meet someone. Call me Rosa, please. If you are good enough friends with Sonja and Margaret to be running around naked, it is good enough for me.” She got Helen’s coffee and returned with some for herself and sat at the table with her. “Now, answer my question, you didn’t get this comfortable by being in bed alone. You got them together, didn’t you? Don’t act dumb. I mean sexually and it’s about time.”

“You … why would say that?”

“Honey, I have known Sonja since we were little girls. We grew up together, my mother raised the two of us. I virtually raised Margaret. I might know them better than they do themselves. I’ve seen the way they are with each other.”

“Sexually … you wouldn’t be offended?”

“If it makes those two happy, it would be good. They have both been through a lot, but that is theirs to tell. If you don’t want to say, I understand … then, just smile.” Helen smiled. “Bless you, c***d.”

“Bless her for what?” They both turned to see both Sonja and Marg standing, holding hands, covered in robes.

“She wouldn’t say anything, but I can tell. You two finally got over your awkwardness and made each other happy last night. And, I think it is rude for you to be covered and your guest is sitting here naked.”

The two of them were flabbergasted. But, they looked at each other, shrugged and let the robes slide off their shoulders. Then, just to put an exclamation point on the situation, they turned into each other’s arms and kissed, passionately. Rosa and Helen smiled. Helen didn’t know what Rosa was referring to, but she did feel and witness the intimacy these two now shared and she knew this was real.

Harry and Juli arrive in time for breakfast and were surprised, but then again not surprised, to find Helen, Sonja, and Marg naked in the kitchen having coffee with Rosa. She got up to get the breakfast burritos out of the oven where they have been staying warm. While they are eating, the ranch hands arrive. Sonja puts on her robe to call out to the foreman to hitch up the horse trailer to Harry’s truck and load the black horse they will find in the barn. They were also instructed to include enough feed and water for an eight hour trip. Before they leave, Mark, the photographer arrives with a flash drive that he downloaded with a complete set of all the photos for Helen. By that time, they are coming out fully dressed. Helen is in the same clothes she started with yesterday. She didn’t really have much other option and figured she had only worn them about half the day yesterday.

She was surprised how much she slept on the ride back home. But, she rationalized that she got her homework completed on the drive out and during the early part of the stay in Albuquerque. She didn’t have anything that required her to stay awake and she was definitely tired. Juli also encouraged her to sleep, if she could. She knew the girl would also be getting excited to again be home with her family, again, so keeping her mind off that anticipation would help her relax.

Helen came out of the latest doze hearing Juli talking and quickly determined that she was on the phone just based on her talking, a quiet time, followed by more talking. Ending the call, she glanced back and found Helen sitting up, again. “That was your sister. I told her we were about an hour from home. It is taking us a little bit longer pulling the trailer loaded with a horse. She said we shouldn’t stop for anything to eat, they would have a casual dinner ready for our arrival. She said something else interesting. She said that Kaycee had been just fine during your absence but during the middle of this afternoon, he started pacing and watching the front yard.”

“That’s odd. What could have caused him to start doing that?”

“Honey, don’t fight it, I think you have something that somehow connects you with a****ls. We have seen it in Kaycee before and we certainly saw it in Eclipse this weekend.”

When they actually pulled into the driveway, sure enough, Kaycee was sitting at the edge of the concrete pad in front of the garage doors. Almost before the truck had come to a complete stop, Helen was out of the door and the two are rushing each other. Helen swerves to the grass and goes to a knee just as Kaycee slams into her, knocking her to the ground on her back. He was jumping back and forth over her and licking her face and hands which come up for protection from the overly exuberant licking dog. She was squealing and laughing as Mom, Tim, and I come out the front door followed by Cody and Jackson who rushed over to also greet Helen. Now the poor girl is completely outnumbered but she was still giggling and outright laughing from the attention.

I heard Mom, “How was the trip and the show?” I look over to see Mom and Juli hugging and Tim and Harry giving each other that manly half hug. All eyes were on the girl as she rolled around under the three dogs. I went over to each of them and gave Harry and Juli a welcoming hug and kiss on the lips.

Juli is still watching Helen and the dogs, “The drives were long and the show was good. We did some sightseeing things, but there are two big things that happened to her. Yesterday’s thing we can describe over dinner, but the other … Helen! Do you want to introduce someone to your family?”

She bounced up like she had springs on her back. “You guys wait right there. Harry, can you help me?” She didn’t wait for an answer, but was running to the back of the trailer.

I half turned to Juli, “So, you guys found a horse you wanted?”

“Nope.”

I looked at her puzzled. So, why would Helen be so busy at the back of the horse trailer? We heard the back drop to the ground, providing a sloped exit from the inside of the trailer and Helen disappeared inside. Then we heard distinct hooves inside. I looked back at Juli, Mom was close now and equally curious.

“He isn’t ours.”

I looked at Mom and then Tim. They turned to look back to the trailer and my gaze followed them. Then, we heard movement and gravel moving, then came Helen leading the most beautiful jet black horse I have ever seen. I wanted to ask questions but Helen was already talking.

“Sis, mom, and Tim, I would like you to meet Eclipse. He’s a Friesian and quite rare in these parts.”

I chuckled, “Did you just say ‘these parts’? You’re sounding more country all the time.” I walked up to her and him, petting his nose and stroking his neck and mane. “Honey, he’s beautiful. I mean really beautiful. So powerful and large. The hair in his tail, his mane and even around his feet is amazing. I’ve never seen such a beautiful horse. I sure am saying beautiful a lot, aren’t I? But, this horse has to be worth a mint. How can we afford such an a****l.”

Helen was just smiling, “I know. And, he is worth a mint. He’s a pure bred stallion who has already sired a colt. He’s complete with registered papers. But, the cost is a quarter horse.”

“What?”

“Harry can explain. It’s a long story, but Harry and I are trading.” But she was jumping up and down which is when I noticed her cowboy boots but she was excited again about something else. “Guys, watch, I want you to see what he can do.” And as simply as that, she grabbed his mane, stepped back a bit, and with a might jump, pull on the mane, and twisting of her body, she was on top of the horse. Mom gasped and my mouth was hanging open. How did she do that? She then put the horse through some moves, including the prancing, high stepping, and a brief standing on his hind legs. He was indeed a wonderful horse, but the life and excitement oozing out of Helen was the truly wonderful thing to watch.

We had dinner, which was casual and simple. It allowed for active and animated talk, description, and banter. Of course, the most interesting was the final day, her day of modeling and spending the night with the company owner and her daughter. After dinner, Juli and Harry excused themselves. Harry had driven the entire way and pulling the trailer made it more of an effort. We thanked him, but Helen nearly crushed the two of them with her hugs and kisses. Then, Tim fired up his laptop and hooked it to the big screen TV. We quickly flipped through many of the photos on the flash drive. There were nearly a 100 photos. All high quality digital images. Tim already wanted to enlarge two for framing (chaps and walking the horse). But, we agreed to think about which ones would be best.

It was a testament to our girl’s character to see her quick readjustment to reality shortly after her return from the horse show adventure in Albuquerque. Although the justifiable pride and self-esteem from the photo-shoot day for the Colondaro Outfitters continued to give her a boost in her personal encounters and daily interactions, her life and focus quickly returned to her life: school, kennel, Dr. Anna, helping Stella around the house and yard, helping Harry and Juli, and her dog and horses. She had more than enough to do then daydreaming about modelling or being a corporate image. Luckily for us and luckily for her. That type of dreaming has been the downfall of many otherwise well-meaning, young people. But, representatives from Colondaro Outfitters were due to come for meetings with Helen and us to discuss a formal contract and her potential association with their company in whatever capacity might be jointly advantageous. The formal contract proposal was due to be provided to us early the following week and a face-to-face meeting at the end of the week. Tim had contacted the local legal firm retained by the corporation for their representation. They did have attorneys who specialized in these kinds of personal representation contracts. We were encouraged when we heard that both Sonja and Marg Colondaro would be personally handling the contract negotiations, with their legal team, of course. Both Helen and Juli were very impressed with Sonja as a leader of her company and also as a woman who seemed to truly respect and appreciate Helen’s contribution.

The attorneys notified both Tim and Helen that the proposed contract document had been electronically received. I appreciated their inclusion of Helen in all communications since she would really be their client. She had a very serious and mature discussion with Tim one night after returning, insisting that she needed to be responsible for the legal fees resulting from them representing her. I knew, though, from comments Tim made that the legal firm attached this work to the fee structure they used for the Rodriguez Corporation. The client volume fee structure reduced the fees considerably.

Sonja and Marg Colondaro and their corporate legal representatives were arriving for meetings the following Thursday morning at 10:00 AM. Flights between our two cities are only an hour and a half and non-stops are available throughout the day so they were arriving early in the morning and taking a taxi to the legal office downtown where the meeting would be held. Helen was not without support, although what Mom and I bring to it besides family support and concern we weren’t quite sure; but, she wanted us there indicating that our girl was still unsure of all that was happening around her. For our part we were relying on the advice and oversight from Tim and the attorneys.

We arrived at the attorney’s offices a little early. We don’t get downtown on business days very often and Tim was meeting us there. The attorneys occupy the 21st and 22nd floors of the Phoenix Plaza, which is the third tallest building in Phoenix at 25 stories. Mom and I are standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the conference room where we were shown by the receptionist. Helen is mesmerized and we learn that this, too, is a first for her. Except for a couple locations on the tram ride going up Sandia Peak in Albuquerque, this is by far the highest she has been other than by flying.

“Quite a view, isn’t it?” We turn to the voice behind us and find a man in a very nice suit and who appears to be in his mid-forties. The temples of his dark hair was starting to grey but he was fit and it showed even in the suit. He introduced himself as the lead attorney for Helen’s account and also a partner in the firm. He said the other two attorneys who would be handling her account on a day-to-day basis would join us shortly.

I shook his hand being the one closet to him, “Good to meet you, I am Michele Hawkins, wife of Tim. This is my mother, Barb, and this young woman who is so fascinated with the view is Helen Hawkins.”

“Helen, I am so pleased to finally meet you in person. Tim, when establishing the goal of our hopeful relationship, shared some of the photos from your recent photo-shoot. I am very impressed. We have other models as celebrity clients, but you are certainly unique among them.”

She was confused, but most everything about this process was confusing. “Why do you say that?”

“Some of the pictures Tim shared with us showed that you are also a horsewoman of considerable talents, and, that your interests are not aligned with this kind of work, or for it changing your life. At least, according to Tim. Is that accurate?”

Mom and I were both watching her reaction and response. It was hard to know if her attitude might shift, especially when being placed in the celebrity category. “Yes, it is. I found the experience very interesting and certainly exciting …”

Just then the conference room door opened and two young women entered. One walked right up to her with her hand out, “Helen, I have been anxious to meet you …” and they both introduced themselves. They were the other attorneys.

He explained, “Helen and ladies, I have learned over the years that good legal work can be accomplished with the use of any number of our good attorneys, but what I have also learned is that really good legal service to a client is vastly improved from a client experience perspective when the client is teamed with attorneys that we think will be able to relate to each other. Anne has been riding horses since she was small and still prefers Western wear when possible. Betty has actual modeling background while attending college in pursuit of her law degree. To her it was a way to augment her money supply while she pursued her real passion.”

Helen moved to them and gave each a hug rather than a handshake, “If we are going to know each other, you should know that I am a hugger.” Mom and I laughed and nodded. “I think this is wonderful. I will rely on your two insights since you each know a side of my situation. Modeling was not an interest for me, it was more an emotional reaction to seeing a way to help someone that seemed nice. And, that might be the biggest reason for needing help … protecting me from just giving everything away.”

The lead attorney asked if anyone needed water or anything else as we waited. Mom and I did, the others were fine. The younger women separated and moved back to the windows. Mom and I joined him at the table.

“Helen, is this your first time modeling? The pictures were like a professional effort.”

“Especially riding the horse, right? I heard you saw those, as well. That’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Don’t, Helen.” This from the woman who had the experience. “It is very often a part of modeling. Some type of nudity or partial will be expected, eventually. You just got to it faster than most.” They laughed.

“Helen, all k**ding aside, those pictures showed what a great body you have. You must work at it quite a bit. Are you into competitions, too?”

“Competitions? Not really, but Tim and Michele have a friend, he played football for Arizona State, who has been trying to get me into some. He likes trail running more than roadway and has been dabbling in Cross Fit. But, I don’t think I have that kind of time. Actually, he doesn’t either, which is the reason he is dabbling in it. Why?”

The two women are looking at each other and Betty nodded her encouragement, “Well, there is a competition every year racing up this building by the stairwell. It is based on timing, not really racing at the same time. Anne and I have both done it the past couple years and we suggested to the company partners that we should try to get some of our clients involved, but that hasn’t gone over too well, so far. Do you have any interest?”

“Racing up 25 stories? Wow, I am impressed. Can I say I’ll think about it?”

The two laughed, “Heck, you can say, no. But it would be fun. If you are interested in trail racing, Anne and I have been talking about one that is a bike-run-bike race that goes over the mountain pass. It is meant for three people in a relay, but we aren’t that much into running.”

“Well, running is my deal. Let’s talk as they approach; I’m sure we’ll be talking, anyway.”

“Count on it for both professional and racing.” Anne turned to her boss, “I hope the rest of the meeting goes as well; it looks like Betty and I might have a race partner.” He smiled, sometimes his decisions work out even better than he thought possible. And, Helen sure looked happy and at ease.

Then, we saw Tim at the door, just about the time I was wondering what was keeping him. But he didn’t come in, then he opened and held the door. In walked an older, very attractive woman, followed by a young, more attractive woman, two men who I assumed were their attorneys and, finally, Tim. Everyone introduced themselves before Sonja and Marg moved over to Helen and hugged her deeply. Sonja turned to me and Mom and gave us one, too. “Your girl is a dream. She has indoctrinated us into hugging.” Mom and I share a laugh with her and we immediately see why Juli and Helen liked her so much.

Sonja asks if she could make some introductory comments to establish the basis for what she and her company are trying to establish with the efforts of Helen. Everyone is agreeable as an excellent introduction to the scope and vision of the relationship.

She opens up her laptop and asks if Tim and Helen’s attorneys could gather around her for just a few minutes as an overview. We are wondering why we are left out when Marg leans in, “Mom is going to suggest that we leave for a lunch and she will give you a better overview of it there.” I nod my understanding and agreement.

“Simply put, Colondaro Outfitters, and I should clarify that I own 65% of the shares and am fully in control of the Board, has been interested in establishing itself as more than an outfitter. We have introduced lines of clothing and apparel over the years, but, honestly, our offerings were not any different, to speak of, than most all the competition. What we decided lately was to drive a new campaign under a new logo for women’s clothing and in the process establish a brand name to go to women with. We wanted to challenge women that functional clothes, which is primarily what the Western market is, can still be feminine, intriguing, and even provocative. We spent a lot of money on a very good, well known model, but she didn’t spark anything. Wonderful pictures, but … I think Helen said it best when I showed her the pictures … she belongs on a Fashion Week runway, not on a horse. And, as she put it, the target audience are women who either are on horses or just fantasize about it and like the Country bars and music.”

She winked at Helen. “You have quite a girl there, ladies.” Then back to the laptop, “But, look what we found.” She showed the pictures of Helen riding Eclipse around the track, “A real woman, a horsewoman, who can ride that way bareback mind you, and who clearly loves a****ls. The images were from our photographer taking random pictures and they caught our attention. But we had no idea who she was. As luck would have it, she happened to walk into our exhibit. Over the last week, my group has developed this campaign with Helen not as the clothes horse, that’s the high paid model who now is very mad at us and won’t work with us ever again, but Helen will be the image for the new line.” She showed pages coming from the catalog that introduced new segments and styles.

The group talked for about 45 minutes, asking background questions of Sonja and Helen, and projecting out into the future where the relationship might go. Sonja was concluding, “It is my hope that Helen can be a part of Colondaro. I would like nothing more than to have her as the representative for our line of clothes and products aimed at women. And, that would include Eclipse. The combination of the them is nearly heart stopping when you witness them interact. Photos do not do it justice. Live appearances will have girls and mothers transfixed. She’s a natural talent with people. I know it will take some time and, to her credit, this is not the focus of her life. I think that further defines how special she is in this day and age.”

She smiles at Helen and quickly turns back to the attorneys, “My instructions to my attorneys was to develop a contract proposal that would produce no conflict and require no negotiation. I wanted the most client-friendly contract any of us have ever seen. But, I know you lawyers always find something to talk about and to negotiate around. I will leave that up to you. I suggest that my daughter and I take these three to a lunch nearby. We will go over the campaign and get Helen’s reaction and feedback from her mother and sister. I trust Tim can represent Helen; if I am needed, I have a cell phone. I will be disappointed if Tim isn’t bored silly or if my cell rings.” This was a woman who could take charge.

With no objection, she headed to the conference room door and held it open for us. We looked at each other. I went to Tim, “Is this okay?”

“Absolutely, go enjoy some time with her and see what they are planning for our girl.” Tim looked at the lead attorney next to him, “Do you see any reason why that shouldn’t happen?”

“None.” He looked at the attorneys across the table, “Ms. Colondaro’s expectation appear to have come through in the document we were given for review. It truly is the most client-friendly contract I have seen.”

Then, Helen did a very mature thing, she moved around the table to the lead attorney, first, “Thank you, for your assistance. We’ll return after lunch in anticipation of a contract signing?”

“It will happen, Helen.”
She then went to Anne and Betty, hugging them, “Thanks for your work on this, too. I feel like the combination of your backgrounds will work in my favor. I look forward to working with you both in the future.”

At the restaurant, Sonya pulls out a laptop and began flipping through the campaign plan they had preliminarily developed. Everyone, especially Helen, is amazed at how quickly it has happened. Mom and I are simply in awe of the pictures of Helen. She looks so composed and mature and confident. The pictures really come off with the impression of country meets style, unique style. The catalog layout is reviewed quickly, then the website and the ‘exotic’ page on which they are requiring a series of inputs about age verification. They are still simplistic and a minor could get past it, but it is an attempt. Inside are the ‘visions of a new playful you’. It is here that the pictures of Helen’s nude backside and partially nude shots reside.

After lunch and light talk over a fresh fruit dessert, we stop back at the attorney’s office and Helen is indeed able to sign the completed contract. Official, she is now a representative of Colondaro Outfitters and the official Jump Girl. The campaign will include TV, print, and radio coverage as the catalog and website are released. When the time is right, some personal appearances by Jump Girl will be scheduled. The intention is to cause buzz around Jump Girl, even a ‘who is Jump Girl, really?’, ‘where did she come from?’, etc. Things that they can actually inject into the media. Personal appearances will be initiated at the point just before the discussion about Jump Girl overshadows the Jump Girl line. Timing will be critical and difficult. They will need an event to make a big splash where and when the media will be paying attention.

We are all getting along so well with each other that I ask our group and Tim, then offer our client apartment for them to stay the night with us, and we can take them to the airport for whatever flight they need. They accept, Marg got onto her cell and talked with someone at the office to rearrange their flights to tomorrow, not early. We smile at that. The lawyers leave. Tim goes back to his office. Going home, Sonja admits they, she and her daughter, have become interested in the dogs after Helen’s discussions and wonders if they could talk about that more. We, of course, are always interested in that, it’s one of our favorite topics. She is on the phone, again, talking to someone about a delivery; turns out to be a truck, she is talking to the passenger of a delivery truck drive-team. She says the delivery is for Helen and they will arrive at our place moments after we do based on the timing I gave her.

When we arrive home, we leave my car out of the garage. Sonja said it is a big delivery and should be protected. That certainly peaks our curiosity, but she offers no more. As we wait in the front yard for the truck, Helen takes Marg to release our three dogs who race around the house to Mom and me, except for Kaycee who remains at Helen’s side with Marg. Walking with them around the house to us, he is between them, occasionally licking each woman on the leg, each in dresses. It turns out that Marg got quite a licking on the face when she went down to pet him. Obvious, she likes dogs and is comfortable.

I mention, “The delivery truck is on the road.”

“How can you tell?”, Sonja asks.

“The dogs. They perked up and are looking down the only way they could approach.” The truck comes into view at the drive way, stops, pulls slightly further down the road toward Juli’s, then backs into the driveway, we move out of the way, making sure the dogs are with us. But, Sonja and Marg are watching us, and Helen in particular, very closely. Helen feels/notices, and turns to the truck … her mouth dropped open as the truck pulls up alongside us. The entire side of the truck is the Jump Girl logo. And, at this size, yes, she is nude. Of course, we see it easier because we know, but traveling down the highway, probably not.

Inside are boxes and crates. Sonja has walked up behind Helen and has taken her into a hug from behind, “Everything you used in the shoot, Helen. Only, this is new, just off the line complete with the new logo. Including what is in that box.”

It is large and the two men lift it out and put it into the garage. She has followed the men and we have obediently followed her. “Open it, I am dying to see it myself. The inspector said it came out perfectly.”

Inside is an ornate black leather saddle, simply stunning and nicer than any of us have seen. It has silver inlay, white insets perfectly set like only a true saddle artisan could produce. “It’s custom. There isn’t, and won’t be, another like it.” It has the Jump Girl logo cut into the fenders on either side (that’s the name they called it, it’s the part that hangs down from the seat to the stirrups protecting the leg) and the back housing (the part right behind the seat).

Helen can’t speak, “I … I … I …”

“You’re welcome, Helen,” Sonja offers.

They all laugh and Helen recovers somewhat. “I might be too afraid of damaging it to use it. Is this just for official appearances?”

Sonja points to another box coming off the truck, “No, that one is the official appearance saddle. The only difference is it also has Colondaro on the back of the seat. Did you notice what this one said?”

Helen looks at her and then turns back to the saddle, it reads ‘Helen’. She isn’t just speechless this time, tears are in her eyes and she falls into Sonja’s arms.

We all supervise the unloading of the truck and they nearly fill the garage. Helen is questioning how it could be that much. Sonja admits, “Yes, we got a little carried away. Plus, we have some in their for your sister, mom, and Juli. The boxes are marked. You can blame Tim if the sizes are wrong.”

Mom laughs, “If you got the sizes from Tim, they are right. He can buy all of us bras and they would fit.” She slaps her hand over her mouth, realizing she was a bit too open about the relationships with each other. The cat is now fully out of the bag. It’s not just sexual, it’s a lot deeper.

Sonja just smiles at her. “Helen said a few things that made Marg and I wonder. We talked about what we wanted, if you invited us to your home. We really hoped you would. We were open with Helen and she showed us so much about ourselves in that short time with her that night.”

Marg stepped from her mother and went to Helen, who was standing at my side. She took our girl’s hands and looked into her eyes and smiled. Then she look at me, “So, we decided to do the same thing this time, too. Mom and I haven’t done so well with men, lately. It’s not that we are against men, per se, but we haven’t been as fortunate as you seem to have been with your male friends. We learned from Helen that we can be lovers and we have been.” She looked back to Helen, “You’re right, Helen, we now share the same bedroom and bed. We’ve accepted what we have and we are much more comfortable in our skin … even when that’s all we are wearing.” She seemed to blush at a thought and I knew I could relate.

Sonja joined her daughter, “So, we were hoping maybe you could introduce us to your dogs? We are curious if that might be something we would enjoy, too. It’s not that we are against cock, we just haven’t found a suitable person at the other end of one.” There was a nervous giggle and then we all laughed.

I looked at Helen, then at Mom. They both nodded. “Well, then, I suggest clothes start coming off.”

“Just like that? No discussion or questions?”

“If you want to go swimming, you have to get wet. If you want to experience dogs, you have to be fucked. And, the dogs are trained to respond only to naked women.”

Sonja just shrugged and took off her suit jacket and placed it on the patio table, then went right into unbuttoning her blouse. Marg watched for a minute, then followed suit. We were right after her. When we were all naked, there was a moment of awkwardness. Then Sonja blurted out, “How can anyone have a body like that?” She was looking at Helen.

I laughed, “I know, it’s disgusting, isn’t it. I console myself that after she lives more, she’ll be like us, but, knowing her, if she gains any weight at all it will only be muscle and her body fat ratio will remain the same or lower.” Everyone nodded understanding. Helen just stood looking embarrassed by the attention.

We started walking into the back of the property and Marg stopped, “Where are we going?”

Helen took her hand, “We like the back of the property, in the tall grass. You’ll see some of the spots we use where the grass is matted. It seems more primal to take the dogs out in the open in the fresh air, on the grass, the wind blowing over us.”

“More primal. You need more primal than fucking a dog?” She laughed at the thought.

Sonja asked, “What about the dogs?” They weren’t with us, yet.

Mom chuckled, “The dogs? Let’s see, five naked women … they are not missing out on this.”

Sure enough, all three of them came charging over the rise straight for us. Everyone was getting licks on the thighs, but it was definitely affecting the new women more.

Sonja was full of questions, nerves I suppose. “How is this going to work, five of us and three of them?”

“Helen and I will assist you, two. Don’t worry, we don’t miss out on being fucked. We already did these guys once today. And there will likely be some activity tonight, don’t you think?”

“Is it like this all the time? Rhetorical, I can see it is.”

I smiled at her while taking Helen into a side hug, “I’m not exactly sure what all this sensuous creature told you about us, but I know her and am sure it is all true. We have a very interesting lifestyle here, one we openly share with those we feel safe and supported. I know this girl feels that way about you both and my Mom and I are already feeling that way. The dogs offer a unique addition to sexual enjoyment, and to us it is just that, an addition, not a substitution. We all very much desire time with Tim, but we also thoroughly enjoy time with each other and the dogs. The dogs are aggressive at mating, they rather think of us as their bitches for breeding. It is not at all a tender, loving experience like we get from each other or can get from Tim. That is part of the difference in the act that makes it so desirous from our point of view. Are you still wanting to experience a dog?”

They were standing side by side, holding each other’s hand and each had a dog licking their thighs and occasionally moving to the ‘v’ at the junction of their legs. They were blushing at the attention but they could see that this was all natural from our perspective. “Yes, we want to experience this. Then, maybe we can talk about our own?”

“If you find it good, good enough to continue, to make a canine your lover, yes.”

I had Cody lay down and Helen and Mom did the same with Kaycee and Jackson, respectively. “We’re going to lead you through this using two techniques at the same time: visual with Mom in front of you, and verbal with Helen and I giving guidance.”

With the dogs on the ground, Mom moved in to pet Jackson and work her way to his hind legs. I had Sonja do the same and duplicate Mom’s actions. Helen was encouraging Marg to the do the same. When Sonja’s finger reached the belly of Cody, I had her touch the sheath. Sonja was new to him and his natural horniness was slightly suppressed with her but he was beginning to respond as the familiar touches followed the very familiar pattern he was used to. Sonja moved to stroking the sheath, which brought more of the cock tip out into the open. I encouraged her to bend her head to his crotch and to touch the tip with her tongue, to take up some of the pre-cum from the tip.

“Can you taste it?”

“Yes, it isn’t bad, not at all.”

She continued licking the end and this contact was the encouragement Cody needed to become more excited. His cock progressed with more and more coming out of the sheath until there was a good couple inches.

“Did you give oral to your men lovers, Sonja?” She only nodded as her tongue continued on the end of the cock. Without anything more from me, she opened her mouth more and took the tip inside, gently sucking the end. Quickly, his cock grew and more was being exposed. “He likes that, Sonja. He is giving you more of his cock to suck. With your mouth, don’t be afraid to be a little more aggressive; suck him, stroke him in and out of your mouth, and tongue him. He will give you a full cock. When your mouth is full of his cock, that is the time to move to mating with him. Before his cock is out, the experience can be frustrating for both of you as his cock has a tendency to slip out of you. A dog’s fucking is not like a man. A dog will dominate you and his fucking stroke is rapid fire, like a jackhammer stuck on high.”

While I was talking, guiding, and preparing her for the coming events, she was sucking, licking and tonguing his cock. There was no more shyness, modesty, or awkwardness in her actions. She was sucking cock and her free hand found its way to her breast, nipple and between her legs.
She pull up off the cock and held it up, “My god, look at that thing! It’s shape and color, nothing like a man’s and … I have to have it. What do I do?”


“Look at my Mom. Get on your hands and knees, your ass pointed at him, wiggle it and pat your ass. When he mounts you slip a hand between your legs, see Mom, guide his cock into your pussy.”

She was driven now. The kinky, taboo act of sucking a dog cock played with her mind and psyche. That taboo nature of the act had her emotions and body reaction skyrocketing, she wanted this, needed this, and followed every suggestion I gave her, every new action she saw Mom initiate. It was very clear when Cody succeeded in penetrating her, “Ughhhh … Ooooooooo … yeeeeeeessssssssss … oh, oh, oh, yessssssss … I … love the feel! Oh, yes, doggy fucking meeeeeeeeeeee …”

I smile over at Helen who was getting a similar response from Marg. “I think they like it.” She chuckled back. These two were no longer hearing us, they were completely and uninhibitedly enjoying and participating in the fucking, the mating they were getting from our dogs.

Then, “Oh, GOD! What’s that!?!”

The knot, it had to be. I lifted the Cody’s tail and looked. “The dog knot. It’s a ball that swells up at the end of the cock. He wants that inside you.”

“The hell! That thing won’t fit inside me, it will tear me.”

“No, it won’t. Believe me on this. It is part of the mating process. It is meant to keep the semen inside the bitch and increase the likelihood of inseminating her. It will fit, but you will be stretched and also believe me that once it is inside, you will definitely love it.”

She glanced up at me like I had two heads and both of them had snakes coming out of them. I just smiled at her, “Press back at the him, help him push slowly, a little at a time, into you. Give him some resistance so he can stretch your pussy, so he can fill your insides with that ball. Then, once it is inside, both his knot and his cock will grow even more, longer and bigger, filling you more before he cums inside you with an amazing amount of his seed.”

My description was apparently doing the trick, as she settled down from her fears and worked with Cody, concentrating on the cock inside her and taking the rest of it. She was muttering and mumbling, low in her throat. Then, suddenly and sharply, she screamed and not a pleasant scream. I think it startled Marg, but she was also so close to taking the knot and her attention was completely on that. But now with the knot inside her, Sonja was moaning and groaning, sighing and gasping, and muttering ‘yes’ and ‘oh my god’ over and over. He head was down, hanging from her shoulders limply as the dog pumped into her, the knot pulling her pussy away on the back stroke and moving her forward on the thrust, her breast swinging with the rhythm of the fucking.

Her head shot up, banging into Cody’s jaw, and her eyes bulged open wide, her back arched, pressing into Cody’s underside. “You feel it, don’t you. His hot cum shooting into your human pussy. Spurt after spurt of his seed, filling you up, probably seeping into your very womb.” She was nodding with each statement and then exploded. She cried out, again, but this time from the shear rawness of the sexual sensations rushing through her body, her arm shaking in response as her muscles struggled with control until she sagged to the ground, but her ass still sticking up, still being filled by the dog inside her, her legs shivering as the nerves made the muscles twitch in response. Her eyes opened and looked right at me, but they were glazed and unseeing.

When her eyes opened, again, this time they saw me and she smiled, “My god, what … a fuck!”

I explained about the tie and the time it takes for the knot to shrink so he can finally put it out. I then made sure she’d check the amount that would come out of her and consider then how much must have been shot into her. This made her shiver.

We lounged on the patio, in the nude, for a long while afterwards. We have much to discuss while they recover and we enjoy some ice tea and sliced fruit, which is our staple for snacking. A major topic of discussion is dogs. Specifically, if they still wanted their own dogs. We discuss breeds and sizes and training. They both agree that a dog about the same size as ours would be ideal. They also agree that fully trained dogs and taking advantage of a two day training package using the client apartment, guidance from us, and access to the freedom of our property.

Eventually, Mom goes in to start dinner and she insists that she is fine alone, a gift to the guests to have company. I explain more about our lifestyle, the sex, the nudity, the sharing within the family, and the friends we include without jealousy or competition or awkwardness.

Marg asks, “So you are really always naked around here?”

“Well, no or yes, depending on how you define naked. At least not always just like we are now. For instance, dinner is ‘dress up’ around here.” I explain and they both blush. If they are willing to participate, great, but an option is given to remain dressed. I explained that when Helen first came to us, she did not participate and then gradually did so fully. That we’re comfortable either way. And, we could be dressed, too, if they would prefer … or … they could join us. “We have plenty of negligees and I would guess you both will fit into one of our stocking sizes and heels.”

We leave them to talk it over while we go inside to help Mom. The screen door opens behind us. They’ve talked it over and have agreed, they will join us. We are all smiles, anticipating the surprise that will await Tim with five women only in sheer negligees, stockings, and heels.

That evening, when Tim arrives home, there are five women awaiting his return. He stopped in the entry upon seeing Sonja and Marg, also clothed only in negligees. He smiles as first I, then Mom and Helen greet him with full hugs and passionate kisses. His hands are on us and under the negligees as each of us kiss him. After Helen, he looks at the other two. They had agreed to dress like us, was there more they were willing to participate in? Apparently so, as Sonja, never letting her eyes stray from Tim’s, moves to him. He takes her into his arms, kissing her just as passionately as he did us, his hands wandering over her naked body just as much as he did us. She is clearly flushed when they break. Marg has inched forward the entire time and is in position to be in his arms the moment her mother has moved out of the way. She gets the same treatment and is the one to audibly moaned during it.

Dinner was a very interesting experience for Tim, surrounded by five sets of nearly naked breasts visible about the table as he tried (emphasizing tried) to hold a good conversation and look each in the eyes as we talked. He failed miserably but enjoyably.

After dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, our playtime was initially on the floor all together. Our dogs were brought in and one of the boarding dogs we have trained. Helen privately suggested to Tim that he take Sonja to the bed while the rest of us enjoyed the dogs. Sonja came back hanging onto Tim’s arm like she wasn’t about to let him go.

When I could tell the day’s activities had taken its toll on everyone, I suggested that it was time to share beds. I had suggested originally that Sonja and Marg could use the client apartment, so I mentioned that but also provided an optional arrangement: Tim, Mom, and Sonja sharing the master bed; and, Marg, Helen, and I sharing the bed in the guest room. That seemed to be the choice of everyone and that was how we went to sleep. As much as we might have wished we could enjoy a little more pleasure, one after the other of us slipped quickly to sleep.

The next morning breakfast is naked. One by one, naked bodies stagger into the kitchen in search of coffee and a place to sit. They watch our morning ritual of hugs and kisses and join in at the end. When Tim is ready for his day, they join us outside, still naked, seeing Tim off, and he is shaking his head as he drives down the dusty road.

Mom chuckles, “He is going to be asking himself all the way to the office why he didn’t call in saying he was taking the morning off.” We laugh.

But now Sonja is shaking her head. “Even after last night, he would still be going for more this morning?”

“This morning?!” Mom laughs, “He would have last night, but we were too tired. You find yourself a man like that, girls. Then, between him and the dogs, you won’t ever have to worry about your next good fuck.”

Helen pushes her, “Way to go, mom, nice and delicate.” That causes us to roar our enjoyment and Mom to blush red.

We start our run with the dogs early, but first we put two of the boarding dogs on leashes and tell Sonja and Marg to meet us in the back. They are still naked, as they have been since yesterday, and are getting very used to the feeling of being outside and open about it. But, we have the unique situation of being surrounded by a ranch. Of course, so do they. This time, all five of us enjoy a good fucking from a dog with Mom and I taking the two boarding dogs.

After showering and getting ready, it occurs to everyone that they will need to wear their same clothes back home. But, Marg remembered what Helen said in the similar situation at their house, “They only really saw about a half day of wear.”

I challenge them, though, to go home without bra or panties. They have suit jackets, which will cover their breast. Removing the jacket, though, their nipples are quite noticeable through the white blouses. They think about it, but decide against it.

I look at them and see that there is still some consideration remaining but I elect not to push it. They seemed to have a good experience and I didn’t want to push their luck and have an embarrassing situation on the way home. But, as a tease, “Okay, it’s your choice, of course, but … next time I just might have to insist.”

The look in their eyes told me that the next time they may very well give in.

On the way back from the airport after dropping Sonja and Marg off for their flight, I look in the mirror of the car at Helen sitting in the backseat, quietly looking out the window. “Helen, I suspect this past couple weeks starting with the trip to Albuquerque might have been a little overwhelming?”

“More than a little, a lot. I left for a fun weekend with Harry and Juli, and it was that, but I end up with … this.” She is shaking her head.

“Problem?”

“No, wow, what an experience, but …”

Mom says, “You don’t want it to change you?”

She smiles, “You know me. Yes, I don’t want it to change me, us, what we have, what I am experiencing.”

“Then don’t let it, dear. You control it. Experience it, enjoy it, live it. But don’t let the hype, the attention, the glamor (if there is any) make you different. Stay yourself through it all. There is a saying attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson, ‘To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment’. I think that says it. And, keep in mind that the person you are, the person you don’t want changed is, after all, what created Jump Girl to begin with.”

She leaned forward and put a hand on each of our shoulders, “Thanks, you two. Your stability and comfort in the world will help me stay that way. I love you.”

* * * CHAPTER 55A: MICHELE’S HEDONIST CRUISE will follow * * * Thanks for reading.