MICHELE'S NEW LIFE - CHAPTER 521A free porn video

CHAPTER 52A: PRE-HOLIDAYS WITH FRIENDS

By the time Helen and Marie returned home, Tim, Mom and I had decided to go to bed. I was still awake, waiting. Knowing Mom, she was, too; but it wasn’t really obvious. I was cuddled into her back and she to Tim’s side and I did feel a deep exhale from her when I heard the door to the garage open and close and their voices and giggles coming down the hall. I heard the door to our room being opened further and then slightly closed, as they seemed to check on us before going to bed in the guest room.

They must not have closed the doors to the bedrooms, however. Soon I heard more giggling and laughing, then Marie’s voice after another moment of laughing, “See, I told you it wasn’t the most obvious or modest thing to put on. Do you need some help?”

What were they up to? It wasn’t like Helen to wear anything to sleep in, even on our rare cold nights. That just made cuddling and sharing body heat under the covers more fun. But she was doing something, I then heard her reply, “No, I think I have it. But, you’re right. Getting all this stuff in the right place … there, that should do it. Now, what position do you want to try?”

“Missionary. I saw you and Stella like that, and then I wished I had done that with Michele. Doggy is so dominating; missionary is for looking into the eyes of your lover. I want to commune with you, Helen, while we do this.” There was a pause and some giggling, “It doesn’t start vibrating by itself. You have to turn the switch on.” They were both laughing and I could only guess there were hands fumbling between them feeling for the little switch at the base of the strap-on.

All I could hear for a few moments were sighs and moans coming from which one I didn’t know. Maybe from both if they got the vibrator working. Then, “Hey, put it back in.”

“Shhhhhh, the door didn’t closed. I don’t want to wake them up.” I heard the door to the guest room close and any noises were now muffled.

I smiled to myself and cuddled into Mom a little tighter. Then she surprised me, “Nice to hear them, isn’t it? They deserved to find each other.”

“I love you, Mom. And, yes, it is very good to hear. They have things in common that perhaps only they can relate to. I am glad for them.” With them home, happy, and safe, I quickly dropped off into sleep.

Morning was planned to be relaxed and casual given Marie’s scheduled early afternoon departure. Helen and Marie were, of course, the last ones to wake up. We were relaxed at the kitchen table with coffee and bowls of fruit and various sections of the newspaper when the two of them came staggering into the kitchen. Mom leapt up, guided each to a chair, and got them settled as I moved to get each of them a mug of just finished brewing coffee. There was already extra bowls and spoons alongside the large of bowl of sliced fruit in the center of the table.

Helen waited for several sips of her coffee before trying to engage us, “Thank you. We were … up a little late.”

I looked at the two of them and decided it was safe to tease them, “So we heard.”

Mom joined in, “Sounded like you were having a little trouble getting to sleep, too”. They just shot each other a quick smile like they were getting away with something.

Tim, though, cut to the chase, “Yeah, right. And I suppose I’m the only one who noticed there was only one toy in the family room this morning?” That induced some more giggling.

I was curious why it took them so long getting back last night, though. They laughed and told the story. That got the rest of us laughing. “You were so sure there was no way anyone would see you.”

“Yeah, well, nobody should have at that time. At least we know the Sheriff is serious about his job.”

Marie didn’t really have much packing to do. She unpacked her bags, but, in keeping with our lifestyle, after the first couple of days, she wore very little during the rest of the week. So, most things were still folded in the drawers and was a simple packing. I gave her a couple of the negligees and stockings that she seemed to like. After protests from her, I assured her I could get more very easily and quickly. Besides, if everything went as we hoped, when we joined her at the estate, she would need a supply of them.

We took a phone call from Mr. R about mid-morning. He reported that he got back to the island last night and the plane was on its way here to pick her up. We got the estimated time and the location of where to meet it, which was the charter terminal. That was nice for all of us and Marie. It would get her home easier and quicker, and we could wait with her the entire time instead of leaving her at the TSA Security point.

About the time the jet should have arrived, it did. I recognized it immediately before it even stopped. Of course, it helped that it had the Rodriguez corporate logo on the end of the wing. You know that part of the wing that curves up for some stability issue? That turned out to be a great place for corporations to put a small logo. When the plane stopped by the charter terminal, the stairway was rolled into place, and the door opened, a handsome, rugged man came bounding down the stairs. I saw him first and leapt up, the second time today, and met him at the door. I threw my arms around him and kissed him deeply, “Hi, handsome”.

“Michele, I forgot how good it feels to hold you, even with your clothes on.”

I smiled and gave him another kiss, “Soon, stud. We’ll be down there for 10 days. And, I won’t have clothes on for very many of them.” I broke away from him before I started something we wouldn’t be able to finish. “Come, I want you to meet someone very special.”

Marie was peeking at him meekly. I was worried she might be having second thoughts. But the introduction were started. Mom hugged him as I did, Tim shook his hand, and then Marie came up to him and smiled. “Hi, Anthony.” She gave him a hug and hung there for a moment. “You’ve been so good to me. Thank you.” He looked at her puzzled but I could tell she was going to be fine.

“Anthony, I want you to meet my little sister, Helen. Helen, this stud is Anthony.”

“Helen, I have been intrigue by the little snippets of information that has gotten to us about you. You are much prettier than the words could do you justice. I look forward to spending more time with you soon.”

I stepped in, “Remember what I said about him. You have to watch this one carefully.”

Helen surprised us, “Oh, don’t worry, I intend to watch him very carefully. Or … did you mean ‘watch out’ for him?”

“I like her, already.”

Marie smiled knowingly, “Yes, you definitely will.”

We watched them take off and we turned to each other and sighed. It had been quite a week with another female in the house. Now, there didn’t seem like much time, and so much to do, before we were on that very same plane.

On the way home in car, I took the opportunity to tease Helen. As much as I loved having Marie with us, it was still nice to be us for a while. Soon, we’ll be with the others at the estate. And, that will be wonderful. I was teasing her about the Sheriff and how did she react, how did Marie react, and, oh yes, how in the world did Stella react? She’s known Tom for so long and then to suddenly be stark naked in front of him. That had to be priceless. I was sitting in the front this time with Tim, while Mom and Helen shared the backseat. I turned around in my seat when Helen got quiet. I couldn’t have teased too much; I knew it didn’t bother her to be caught naked by Tom. He and his wife had been at her ceremony and saw much more than her just naked.

She was looking out the window, not mad, not upset. She was studying something and that something wasn’t outside the car in her view. I let her be for the moment and waited. I looked at Mom and she was watching Helen now, too. “What are you thinking, honey?”

“The Sheriff, Tom and his wife Sarah. He’s a really nice guy, don’t you think? And Sarah is such a sweetheart.”

Mom looked at me. I shrugged. Mom pursued it, “You’re absolutely right on both accounts”.

“Are you and Harry getting together to watch Monday Night Football, Tim?”

“Of course. We do whenever we both can, you know that. Why?”

“Do you suppose, Tom likes football? I mean like you two do?”

“I hear he is a fanatic for the Cardinals. When they are playing he’ll wear one of their tee-shirts under his uniform if he has to work.”

“Aren’t the Cardinals playing Monday? San Diego, the Chargers, right?”

“Right.”

“Yeah, Danny Woodhead. The little running back that could.”

“Right, running back for the Chargers. I didn’t know you knew football.”

“I don’t. I just remember underdogs. He was a small running back from a small college in the nothing part of Nebraska. And he made it to the pros.”

I jumped in, “What’s this about, honey?”

“A party. No, two parties. The guys do their football/man-cave thing. We have ours with a fire down alongside the stream.” She must have seen the skeptical look. “No, it’ll be great. We can make some good appetizers for the guys, enough beer, they’ll be good. We can pack a basket with some wine, strawberries, and chocolate.”

“Chocolate? That word just came out of your mouth?”

“Yes, chocolate. I just read in a training magazine that a treat day every now and then is good for staying on track.”

“So, I guess you are thinking we bring Tom and Sarah into the group? What are you thinking?”

“Tim, Harry, and Tom watching football. They’ll be in a stupor soon enough and we won’t be bothered.” Tim objected, but she kept right on going, “We would be: you, mom, Juli, Stella, and Sarah.” She laughed, “And our dogs, of course.”

“Of course. You think Sarah is ready to do it around us?”

“Yes, for two reasons. One, we trained her, remember? Two, she came to my ceremony, I think that was pretty much outing herself.”

“It does sound like fun. I’m in.” Mom agreed.

Helen wiggle around, pulled out her cell phone, and called Juli first. She was in. Harry was already going to be at our place.

Then she called Stella, this is what we heard, “Hi, it’s Helen.”

“Good, you? That surprise last night bother you?”

Laughter can be heard on both ends. “I know. I am sure it was embarrassing, but you should have seen him when you went up to him, put your arms around his neck, and hugged him. The poor guy didn’t know what to do with his hands. He had a chance to touch that bare butt of yours and he blew it.” More laughter. “Oh, I am definitely sure he was afraid of the situation.”

“Good, I’m glad you’re okay with what happened. Say, my reason for calling, though, is that I was thinking of another get-together Monday night. The guys will be watching football and we girls will be able to have our own time. Are you interested?”

“Great, I’ll let you know more later.” She ended that call, “So far so good”.

She called up the Sheriff’s contact information from the communication regarding the dog training, “Hi, Sheriff, I mean, Tom. This is Helen … Stinson.”

There was a pause, “No, everything is fine and, please, don’t worry about last night. You’ve certainly seen me in more compromising positions before than just naked.” Laughter. “Well, it was nice to see you, too.” Laughter. “I know what you meant.”

“Tom, relax. I just talked to Stella and she is fine with it. She might be a little embarrassed the next time you two see each other, but she thought it became rather exciting.”

“Good. Speaking of the next time you two might see each other, we were thinking about having a little get-together at our place Monday night. Tim and Harry will be watching the game on our TV. Interested?”

“Well, he would have called himself, but we are driving from the airport and my real interest isn’t you guys and your football. But, I thought it would be a good way to get Sarah over here for a girls-time while you guys are watching. Is your lovely bride handy?” A pause and Helen was staring out the window, “Hi, Sarah. Is he still standing nearby?”

“Okay, well, did he tell you about last night?”

“You’re k**ding, really? That is so hot. Well, I’m glad we could be of service.” Wild laughing. “Oh, that is wild. My reason for call, though, is to see if you might be interested in a girls-time Monday night while the guys watch the game.”

“No, I really do want you to come. But, only if you are comfortable. I have confirmations from Michele, Barb, Juli, Stella and I am hoping you. There is a stream in the back part of the property; we’ll make a fire, have bottles of wine, strawberries, and chocolate.”

“Talking? Sure, I am sure we’ll start out talking and you can repeat that story about last night, the girls will love it. But … bring your dog, too.” Pause. “Yes, definitely. Girl fun and the only males are our dogs.” Laughter, “Great, I’ll follow up later.”

She end that call and smiled wide, “Done, we’re all set”.

I searched her face, “What happened last night?”

“I should let her tell it, but … when Tom got home after catching us naked and being teased by both Stella and me, he stripped in the dark bedroom and immediately woke Sarah up. She said he was like a man possessed.” Helen chuckled, “She said that we should set that up to happen more often”. We all laughed.

Monday Night Football. What I got out of all the discussion was that the Cardinals lost to the Chargers last year in pre-season so this was a big game for them. That was about all I cared to know, too. As long as Tim and the guys were expecting a good game to have fun, cheering, and moaning as fans watching on TV do so well, I was happy for them. We, on the other hand, were getting our evening setup. The weather was looking good. The skies were going to be clear which would mean a wonderful star show out in the dark. We used Harry’s ATV to haul more than enough wood out to the stream area where we had a crude fire pit made. We also took out more than enough old blankets for sitting on and covering up with if it got colder as the night went on. And, that might be comforting since the whole idea was to be naked and be serviced by the dogs. I noticed that Helen also packed one of the new toys after verifying that the batteries were still good. Then I saw her throw in a couple more batteries just in case. There was going to be six women and four dogs. We considered bringing a couple dogs from the kennel, but decided against it. There were two that were well trained but Stella had not been with a dog, yet, and there didn’t seem to be the need to have as many dogs as women. We have always done fine with rotating among the dogs and providing stimulating opportunities for everyone involved whether by a dog or one of us.

We told the women to be sure to come dressed. This was primarily for Juli who was just as likely to come here naked or nearly so. Also, Stella might have questioned. But, Sarah didn’t really understand our style fully, so we wanted her to be able to come into it slowly for her comfort. No sense asking her to start out naked in the light of day.

As everyone arrived at about the same time, there was a little moment of awkwardness between Stella and Tom. I had just hugged Tom and Sarah when I recognized the hesitancy between Stella and Tom. I winked at Sarah, knowing full well that she was aware of the cause, pulled Tom to Stella, and nudged them together. I heard Helen behind me saying to Sarah, “I was wondering how that was going to go.”

“When he told me what happened, I about died for you three. That must have been awkward.”

Stella was bringing Tom back to his wife, “Awkward? Awkward doesn’t nearly describe it.”

“Well, I have to say, Miss Stella, you seemed to have handled it all exceedingly well. Most women would refuse to be seen in public for a while. But not you, here you are just days later in the same group and in front of the very same man.”

Stella chuckled and took Helen around the waist, “I don’t know how or why I let this c***d get me into those situations, but I do. So, you watch out, dear, if you are going to be mixing in this group.”

Sarah looked a little nervous after hearing the warning, but she and we saw the big smile on Tom’s face and his reassuring nod to her. “Well, I have to say that life certainly has taken on an interesting turn since we have known Helen and the rest of you. We were interested in K9 play as a discussion or fantasy consideration, but seeing Helen at her Commitment Ceremony was very convincing. The dog they found for us was perfect and the training provided was excellent. I was never so prepared for something new like I was for my dog. But, I feel that as long as it is within this group, some things might happen that could be momentarily embarrassing or awkward but I will know I am safe around you.” She took the few steps to be next to her husband and put her arm around his ample waist, “I want you to know how much we appreciate being asked to join you tonight. It has always been a little awkward to have social friends when he is the law around here. But, even more since we decided to be open about our interest in K9 and then our decision to be active, we have been feeling even more lost and we have had to be very careful. And although we know there are others with the same interest in dogs, we didn’t feel we could approach any of them, except for you. And we didn’t know if you were just a business relationship, or if more might be possible. It was the reason for my asking so many questions and asking for time with you. I think you are just nice people and you never worried about the time you spent with me.”

He picked it up, “So, when I embarrassed you the other night, it felt somehow reassuring. You handled it so well. You handled it much better than I did.”

Helen laughed, “That’s for sure. When Stella hugged you with her naked body, you seemed frozen without a clue of what to do with your hands.”

I asked Tim what time kick-off was and he looked at his watch, “Now”. They excused themselves and moved to the family room.

I turned to the women, “That was easy. Helen, would you take Stella and Sarah down to the stream and start the fire? Mom, Juli, and I will be along with the baskets in a few minutes after we get the guys settled.”

We split up, with them heading to the back of the property and us for the kitchen. Mom had the fixing ready for the nachos, I opened some bags of chips and tins of nuts, and Juli pulled together some beer into the cooler. Once we had it all arranged in front of them, Harry took Mom’s hand and pulled her into his lap, Tim did the same to Juli. I stood in front of Tom. He looked at the other guys, recognizing that they had the other’s woman in their laps. I moved to sit in his lap and he adjusted to allow it.

“Tom, if this makes you uncomfortable, it’s not a problem. We are … well, a very open and sharing group.”

“More than the dogs, then.”

“Yes, more than the dogs. As you can see, we have no issues with sharing and it is just common for us to be touched or kissed by the other man. Would this be a problem for Sarah? You know what is going to be happening with us women, right?”

“We could never go looking for a situation like this. Not with my job and not with our standing in the community.” He put his hand on my knee. I was wearing shorts and tee-shirt and the touch was on bare skin. He looked down and gently moved his fingers on my leg. I smiled at him and he glanced at the other two. I was on his lap so I could see the others and they were paying attention to Tom’s responses but were touching more than a knee with their hands much higher on the thighs or on the stomach. I leaned into him and kissed his lips, short, brief. I moved his hand higher up my thigh, then put a hand on his face and turned his head fully to me so I could kiss him with more feeling.

“Are you okay, Tom?”

“Yes, Michele. Very much okay. Sarah and I talked. We knew what was going to be happening among the women. Although it didn’t sound like we would be mixing with you, she said you were people we could trust and we should allow ourselves the opportunity to explore what you might present to us. So, yes, I am okay.”

“Good”. And with that, I lean slightly away from him and pulled my tee-shirt up and over my head, leaving myself naked from the waist up. “Because when we neck with our men, we are not used to being dressed around here. In fact, the women are not normally dressed at all around here. Right, girls?”

Both of them had to break from their kissing to answer in the affirmative. We only spent about five minutes necking with the men, our breasts being fondled to the maximum. Tom relaxed quickly and became a very nice kisser. Then, surprising the men, we got up and changed positions. We changed one more time before we pulled our shirts back on and headed outside with our baskets of goodies.

They had a nice fire going in the early dusk and were very comfortably sitting around it talking. Helen was very effectively acting as a go-between for Stella and Sarah. As it turned out, much to my surprise, even though Stella was quite familiar with Tom as the Sheriff, it was only on that basis that he was known to her. Stella was assuring Sarah that her confidence process for relationships had changed remarkably in the recent past. She confessed that she would normally be quite slow in accepting new people into her trust. Now, it seemed to her amazement, it only took that Helen trusted them. Perhaps that wouldn’t be true of all financial and legal situations, but it certainly seemed to be true for social and these ‘playful’ situations.

Sarah conceded that she has had some trouble in developing new social friends herself. They had only come out to this county about 15 years ago after Tom’s father lost the family ranch. The county had a Sheriff’s Deputy position open and since Tom had been an MP in the service, he applied and got the job. It was only 5 years later that the Sheriff at the time retired, recommended, and endorsed Tom in the following election. He’s won re-election ever since. Juli added that the re-elections haven’t even been close and the last 2 times nobody has even opposed him.

“After the loss of the family ranch, we decided to try town living. We have a nice house with a big yard for the town, but it isn’t that much really. We have a three quarter acre lot which is big for the town, but that still doesn’t give much privacy for what we are doing now. We always thought that was more than enough room and separation from neighbors but … well, you can imagine that we can’t go outside with the dog like this and have our K9 fun. All of our play with him has to be inside. So, it is special when we have been here because it is so relaxed and open and he gets to run wild with the other dogs. That was a long way of saying ‘Thank you’ for having us.”

I responded to her as I poured the first of the wine, “We’re glad you accepted, Sarah. We took a chance on inviting you and Tom to Helen’s ceremony and we took that chance based on your quick and enthusiastic entry into the K9 world. But, Tom is still the Sheriff and sometimes people reconsider after the fact. There wasn’t any change that we saw; in fact we saw an increasing comfort and warmth from Tom.” I stood in front of her and glanced at Mom and Juli, “There is something else, Sarah. Tonight we expected that the fun for you would be between you and your dog. But, we do engage in more here than with our dogs. I teased Tom earlier before we came down here and you may want to discuss if you want to participate in that. Besides the dogs, we also share each other. All the women here have been with Tim and Harry sexually.”

She was smiling, “I can’t say that I was necessarily ‘expecting’ that, but I am also not surprised. Not everyone here has a dog and if the guys weren’t occupied by the game, something more would have to be involved.”

Juli asked Sarah, “Sarah, it’s just us girls, so I’m curious about what you have noticed since getting your own dog. I don’t have one but these girls usually have dogs they’re training which provides for extras. What has having a dog for K9 sex done for you sex life? Well, in terms of both number of times and with Tom?”

Sarah looked around the circle at the women, all taking more sips of wine as though they were all gathering up courage for this conversation and the potential that the question might also come their way. I, on the other hand, didn’t see anything awkward about the conversation. Sarah, however, did seem nervous about the turn in the conversation.

I tried to reassure her, “It’s just us, Sarah”.

“Okay, I guess since we are here for sex anyway … Tom and I thought we had a pretty good sex life before when we made love a couple times a week. Now … well, it’s often 3 or 4 times a week with the dog during the day, another 3 or 4 times a week at night when Tom gets home and usually he gets involved with either me giving him a blowjob while I am … well, with … the dog, or we make love after the dog is done. So, it’s a huge increase.”

Mom asked, “We’re all interested, not to be nosey, but because we have had similar experiences. And, do you find that you could do it more?”

She seemed to blush, but in the growing darkness, it was hard to be sure. “Okay, you guys certainly are direct. Yes, the dog could definitely do it more. And, Tom … well, he’s never been like this before. I think he’d do it every day!”

“Wonderful, isn’t it, to be so desired.”

The conversation was fun and relaxed. Despite the subject and the personal nature of the questions, everybody was involved and sharing. Good friends and wine, I suppose.

“What about you, Stella? What has all this done to you?”

“Me? Oh, dear, I don’t have the opportunities you have, any of you. I have not tried a dog, yet. Yet, I think I want to, though. It looks like everyone has such positive experiences. Anyway, my experiences have been with this c***d”, she is hugging Helen to her, “and Tim and Harry”. She looks at Helen, “What do you think, maybe on average once or twice a week?”

Helen smiles at her. If it wasn’t strange enough that all these women were sitting around casually talking about their sex lives involving their men and dogs, this 90 year old was check with her 18 year old lover on the number of times a normal week she might have sex. “I think it would be much closer to a little more than two times a week. Usually, you and I will make love a couple times, alone. Then on weekends, you might join us for a BBQ and playtime.”

Stella was smiling now, “This is a bizarre conversation. I am checking with her to confirm how many times a week I have sex? Anyway, then there is always the toys. Although Helen has given me a couple different dildos, I think the one that gets the most use is the vibrating egg. The bad part of that is when I put it in, use the remote to turn it on, and then get busy with something, decide it is set too high but can’t remember where I left the remote.” Sarah had her hand clamped over her mouth, but Juli immediately roared her laughter which seemed to allow Sarah to release her pleasure at the statement and we were all laughing, each of us trying to visualize the scene of her frantically looking all over the house for the remote to ease the vibrating inside her pussy.

We were having plenty of fun drinking wine and talking about our sex, but talk and doing are very different things. I took the initiative and whistled loud. In moments, all four dogs were with us, again. Sarah called for hers and she was getting her face licked instantly. Mom had Jackson and Kaycee was with Helen and Stella. I walked over to Juli with Cody right beside me. As I put my hand on Juli, Cody knew immediately what to do and was her adoring lover without further prodding. He was very used to being with Juli.

I went over to be with Helen and Stella, but before getting back onto the ground, I put more wood on the fire and got it nice and high. I then pulled my tee-shirt off, unsnapped my shorts, and was naked. Juli, Mom, and Helen followed suit and Helen began working on Stella’s clothes before her hands were slapped away and Stella stripped out of her clothes. She was not wearing a bra this time and we all noticed, giving her approval. Sarah was a bit hesitant. I moved over to her, put out my hand, and pulled her up when she took my offer.

I put my hands on her arms, “Sarah, it’s just what we do, how we are. We are used to being naked. Barb, Helen, and I are almost always naked around here. When Juli comes, she usually joins us. Sometimes, Stella joins us. We are comfortable loving our dogs, each other, and our men in front of each other. We certainly enjoy private times, but we don’t require it by any means.” I had my hands on the front of her blouse, fingering the buttons but not undoing them. “We do enjoy each other, too.” I move a couple fingers under her chin and raised her face to me, “I want to kiss you, Sarah. Not a friend kiss, but a lover kiss. May I do that, Sarah? May I kiss you like a lover?”

With my hand on her arm, I felt the shiver that went through her. Her only answer was a nod of her head. I put my lips to hers, briefly, tenderly. I looked into her eyes and repeated it, but this time longer, firmer, and more impassioned. Again, I looked into her eyes and saw her yielding and the mounting desire in her. This time when I kissed her, I pushed my tongue to her lips and slowly they parted and it went inside. Soon her tongue was inside my mouth and I trapped it between my lips to suck on it and gently nip it with my teeth. She sighed and moaned into my mouth, when this kiss finally broke to pull me into a crushing embrace, and she trembled against me. The next kiss was initiated by her and it was filled with passion, if not lust.

I move my hands between us and undid her blouse, pulling it out of her shorts and dropping it off her shoulders. “Take my breasts in your hands, Sarah. Fondle them while we kiss.” At the same time, I unhooked her bra and slipped it off her arms. Without hardly breaking the kiss, “Sarah, you are a good kisser and you feel so good in my arms. You have me very excited.”

She pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, “I do? Really?”

“Feel me, Sarah. You know where to feel me. Then you will know how you are making me feel.”

She looked down my body and we kissed, again. But, during this kiss, her hand moved down my side and between us, between my legs and along my pussy lips. She sucked in breath as she felt my wetness. She groaned into my mouth, I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth, and she sucked on it like it was a cock to milk cum from. And her fingers between my legs were still exploring. When her finger slipped between my lips and into me, she was the one who moaned. “Michele … oh, Michele … I … I have … I can feel …” and she shivered.

“Sarah, someday, not now, but someday, I am going to make love to you. Whether it is out here after we have satisfied our dogs, or we are in bed together, we are going to love each other’s bodies. Have you been with a woman, Sarah?”

“No. Never. But … now, after … I have never felt … another woman’s … another woman’s …”

“Pussy, Sarah.”

“Yes, I’ve never felt, touched, or even looked at another pussy before.”

“You’ll see lots of pussy and cock around here, Sarah. Will you come back, again?”

“Oh, yes, Michele! God, how can I be so sexually charged? I am so horny.”

“Then, it’s time for you to join the others and mate with your dog.”

Now she didn’t hesitate, she dropped her shorts, panties, and herself to her hands and knees. She checked, just like we taught her and he was ready for her and she was more than ready for him.

I looked over to Helen and Stella and saw that they were getting the strap-on put on Helen. Kaycee was sitting nearby watching.

I smile at them as they finish up with the strap-on, getting the egg piece in Helen’s pussy and turning it on before Stella lay on her back. “You two seem to have this all worked out.”

Helen was smiling down at Stella, “Yes, we do. She did such a magnificent job of lovingly fucking me the other night; we thought I should return the favor.”

“Kaycee looks left out. Is it okay if I take care of him?” She gives me a nod and a wink. She and I had talked about the possibility of working Kaycee into the play. My job was to keep him hard and extended but not ready to cum. Just in case. So I patted the ground and he immediately lay on the ground and raised his leg. I chuckled; I love a dog that has been well trained. I proceed to use my mouth and tongue on his cock, doing what my job was, keeping him hard. It’s nice to be given a job that fits your qualification so well.

In my anticipation, time seem to drag out and take forever but I see when I peek at the others that there hasn’t been that much time elapsed. And Helen and Stella seem lost in each other’s eyes. She is fucking her older lover with long even stroke, occasionally taking the plastic cock out letting it slide up her slit and over her clit, sending Stella into a new series of groans and gasps.

It is at one of these moments that Helen leans to Stella’s ear and just loud enough for me to hear, “Are you ready to fuck my dog, Stella?”

She twists her head to find Kaycee and sees me with him, waiting. I am kneeling now and Kaycee is sitting next to me, flicking a lick at my arm, shoulder, breast, or thigh almost in random. She smiles at me, recognizing that I am a part of this and have been the whole time as she sees Kaycee’s erect and extended cock. “Yes, yes … I am ready for anything you suggest, you beautiful c***d. I feel like I could take your hand inside me.”

“That might be how his knot will feel. Are you sure?”

“Yes, please … yes.”

I quickly help Helen out of the strap-on, and then we are both caressing her body, her abdomen, her breast, her legs, but, especially, her pussy. I feel how open and ready she is. I see something next to us and see the tube of lubricant. I take it, squeeze more onto my fingers, and spread it around and into her. Just to make sure. She is watching me with her legs and knees still splayed wide, no embarrassment or nervousness at her position in front of me. I smile back to her, lean in, and smother her mouth with a kiss. “Your first time, another first time, Stella. I am excited for you.”

She took my face into her hands and pulled me in for a kiss, her tongue going straight into my mouth that opened greedily for her. “Another first. What a family to be taken in by, I love it all so much.”

I suggest that since the dog will be on top of her back, I would be on my hands and knees and she should rest on me while being mated by Kaycee. She looks to Helen, always the one she trusts most, and receives a nod. This was not something we had previously discussed, but it made sense as I considered the situation, her age, and diminished strength.

“Are you sure, dear? You’ll have the weight of both of us on you.”

“I’m sure, Stella. I want to do this for you. I want your first time with a dog to be good. Helen will assist in getting him into you. If you decide you want to continue enjoying our dogs, either of us will gladly help you learn the tricks to successful mating for you and the dog and in the process develop the strength to hold yourself up for longer times.” I got onto my hands and knees in front of her, “Now, do me the honor of letting me assist you.”

“But … you’ll be left out of the fun.”

“Don’t believe it; Helen is going to be underneath me. We are going to 69.”

I didn’t see her, but I felt like she smiled with satisfaction at my comment for she went to her knees and lay her front onto my back. I wiggled my body against her. “Hmmmm, you feel good against me.”

“Ohhhh, you’re such a tease and I love it, thank you, dear.”

I sensed movement behind me and heard Helen reassuring Stella that she was ready and that Kaycee will be excellent for her. Then Stella squeezed me tighter and gasped and I knew she had been penetrated. Then her body pushed against me in quick rhythm and I knew that Kaycee was in the midst of fucking her. Suddenly, our girl’s face was under mine and we kissed until she squirmed further underneath and I felt her lips and tongue on my pussy at almost the same moment that I had lowered my head to taste hers. It was a different experience to do it this way. We had done this similar position before when one of us was being fucked by Tim, but that motion is different, smoother, and less frantic than the fucking from a dog.

We all seemed to be in a wonderful rhythm of action, adjusting our contact with pussies to the movement from Stella forced by the actions of Kaycee. Then, Stella gasped out, “Ohhhhhh … what is that? Is that the knot?”

Helen nudged me up and I responded by raising my ass, moving both Stella and Kaycee just slightly. But, I knew what Helen was trying to do, get a sight on Stella’s pussy to encourage her through the taking of the knot. “Yes, he has his knot developed and at your pussy. He will be trying to press … OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh … Michele, please … nnnnnnnn … stop, just …”

I had just nipped her clit with my front teeth, “No, I won’t. You’re going to have to woman-up, dear, and guide Stella while you are stimulated.”

“Damn, you. Stella, he is going to push his … Hmmmmmmm … ooooooooo … his … nnnnnnnn … his knot into … you. Press back … give him resistance to … press into. If you can, push … hmmmmm … god, I am getting close … push back against him as … he pushes. That … oh, damn, I am close … that will help get him into you.”

Stella didn’t respond but I did feel her actions. She was shifting back which told me she was actively pressing into the dog. Helen had completely abandoned my pussy, now focused only on Stella, the knot at her pussy, and her approaching orgasm. “Oh, god … Michele … you are … awful! Oh, it feels … soooooooo good!” Her hips raised up to my ravaging mouth and that gave me an even better angle and my tongue drove further into her hole, my chin pressed against her clit and her moaning increased.

But, hers wasn’t the moans that were increasing. Stella was gasping and sucking for air as she worked to assist getting the knot inside.

“Helen, you can’t cum, not yet. You have to help Stella past this, first.”

“Stop, then, please, so I can concentrate. Oh … god!”

“No, dear, you have to help her but I am not stopping. Resist it, Helen, control it, but help Stella.”

“Damn you! OH … MY … GOD! I am … so damn close!” She pressed her ass into the ground, trying to put some distance between her pussy and my mouth. “Stella, the knot is almost in. You are stretched to about the maximum you need, just a little more. Press now, hard.”

Stella did. I felt her put her hands in my arm pits and press backward. Then she shuddered and cried out in some pain but mostly relief and pleasure. “Oh, yes! Oh, that hurt … hurt so good! Yesssss … oh, what a feeling inside me now. I … I … I can feel him getting larger, longer. His cock and his knot … ooooooooo …”

And at that very moment, Helen exploded. Frankly, I was surprised she didn’t squirt. She never has that I am aware of, but if ever … ever was an orgasm to cause her to, that was it. The combination of my unrelenting stimulation, her resisting, delaying of the impending orgasm, then her friends sudden release was all too much for her. But, even without the squirt, her body lost control. Her legs quivered and shook uncontrollably and she simply whimpered between huge gasps for air.

And I am sure Helen didn’t hear it, but Stella then fully erupted herself into orgasm, moaning, groaning and crying out her release. In the midst of her release she stiffened even more, “Oh, oh, oh … my loving … god! He is twitching, jerking … I can feel him … OOOOoooooooo … he’s cumming! OOOOOOoooooo … nnnnnnnnn … so, so much!”

I pressed up into her and gave myself enough room to lower my head and look underneath me. Helen’s face was still in rapture, her eyes glazed. I waited, waited, I knew it was coming. Stella had a lovely pussy … for 90 years old … but it was looser by age … then, there it was. At first just a drip, then a stream as Kaycee tried to pull away and then press back inside the woman. And as he did, a gap formed between her lips and his knot and a stream of dog cum leaked out … and dropped into Helen’s face. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes opened and then her mouth. She caught only a little but she licked her lips to taste a little more.

I slipped out from under Stella, careful of Helen under me. Stella supported herself on her arms until I moved to her ear, “Lower your front to Helen’s stomach. You are still tied to the dog, your ass needs to be up, but lower your front onto your young lover.” She sighed and did just that. Helen didn’t budge, Stella didn’t move. When Kaycee finally was able to pull out, Stella simply rolled to her side but she shifted to keep her head on Helen.

I looked around for the other women. They were all sitting watching, the dogs lying nearby. Mom smiled at me when our eyes met, “That was amazing. You should have seen it.”

Juli opened some more wine, “I think they are going to need this”.

Sarah brought over the package of chocolate covered strawberries and handed it to me. I moved over to them and held one over Stella’s face, “Open up, dear”. She did and I put it into her mouth. She smiled as she bit into it and sighed. Then Helen who responded similarly. Another to each and they were soon sitting up. Stella was sitting cross-legged so I had an excellent view of her still gaping pussy. Cum from Kaycee was still flowing out of her. She spotted my eyes and followed them to what I was looking at, “The amount he was cumming in me, I am surprised there isn’t a puddle under me”. All the women laughed as glasses of wine were passed to each; they knew exactly what she was expressing.

After a welcome glass of wine, everybody was feeling alive and happy. As we recovered with more wine and strawberries, the joking resumed. We were all naked and comfortable with it around the fire to add warming as the night coolness started setting in. Stella chuckled and I asked her what she was thinking. She looked around the fire at all the shining faces and glowing naked bodies, some very young and firm, others more mature and soft. But everyone beautiful in their own way. “You girls are just amazing. And, thank you, I suppose I say that a lot, but you make me feel so young. But, what caught my fancy was, if there were a sociologist able to study this group, he/she might end up with quite a report to publish. I can see the title, ‘The Definitive Study of Sex in the Modern American Woman: Ages 18 to 90’.”

We laughed and threw out various scenarios that might be included about us. I offered, “Of course, there would have to be some kind of generalized assumption that we were some kind of cult. Even to the extent that, like Stella just now, new inductees must show their commitment by fucking a dog.” We all laughed, mostly because fucking the dogs was the primary reason for all of us even being together, not a test of some kind. The ideas kept coming out and it was an amazing thing to hear and see as all the women shared ideas and comfortably teased or poked at each other in good natured fun.

Helen finally stood up and we all looked to her, wondering what was coming from our youngest. She stood in the light of the blazing fire, then started swaying side to side, turning slowly, her hips undulating as she did. “And, if we were a cult, there would be a ritualistic dance in a setting exactly like this, in the dark, far from anyone, around a blazing fire with our dog lovers nearby.” All the while, she was dancing, undulating, twisting, and turning around the circle. She was into it, feeling something inside her without the need for music to motivate or guide her. I got up and joined her, she on one side and me on the other as we danced around the fire and the circle of our friends. Soon Mom got up and joined us, followed quickly by Juli. Then, Sarah and Stella got to their feet and started moving to our beat and actions. At first, they were uncertain, tentative, and self-conscious, but soon they were moving freely, expressively to a similar beat inside them.

It wasn’t a short expression. I was almost expecting that once we were all moving that it would die off just as quickly with laughter and self-consciousness. But it didn’t, like this really was part of the tie that bound us together. It didn’t seem any longer to depend on Helen to keep it going, it was going in each one of us and we moved as we were so moved internally. The first verbal call or cry that came out of Helen’s mouth was a so natural that nobody seemed to react with start or awareness. Instead, others called out to some chant or feeling they were experiencing. Soon, all six of us were calling, chanting, whooping, and hollering as we danced and twirled around the fire. Our feet stomping into the dirt, kicking with sweeping actions, lifting dust into the air and with the light of the fire, creating a blur of haze around us, only adding to the strange image.

Secure in the reality of our separation from prying eyes and ears, we were unaware that our actions drew the attention of the only three men humans enough to hear. Back at the house, the game wasn’t going nearly as well as the local supporters had hoped. The game watching had turned into as much talking and conspiring as watching the game. It was Harry that called for quiet. The patio door was open, allowing the night air to flow through the house, but also to allow the sounds of the night to come to them. When he heard something unusual outside, his first inclination was to consider a coyote, but that didn’t really sound right. That’s when he called for quiet, got up and went to the open door. Tim picked up the remote and muted the TV. Then they all heard it. Standing by the door, none could figure out the strange sounds coming from the back of the property. But, that was where we were and that made them very curious.

Tim looked at the other two, opened the screen door, walked outside, and stood at the edge of the patio. There could be no mistake about where the sounds were coming from, it was definitely in back in the general area of the stream at the very back of the property, exactly where we were supposed to be. He looked at the other two, stepped in the yard, and proceeded up the rise. The others looked at each other and hustled to catch up to him. Coming over the rise, they could now see the glow of the fire, the sounds were more distinct and clear coming from the women, but they were more curious than ever now. Tim continued to walk in the darkness in the direction of the light and sounds.

Then they could see and hear clearly and Tim smiled. He looked at Harry and Tom. Tom’s mouth was hanging open. “I don’t believe it. She’s dancing around naked. In front of all the others.”

Tim clarified, “Not in front of, but with the others. Six beautiful, naked women dancing around the fire, chanting and calling out like some goddess ritual.”

“But, that’s Sarah. She gets naked in the bedroom. Only in the bedroom. Even with the dog it is in the bedroom.”

Harry was watching the women and they were sharing their thoughts quietly to remain hidden in the dark. “But, you both knew what was going to happen tonight, what did you two think?”

“I asked her that. She said she would take off her shorts but leave her blouse and bra on. Clearly, that isn’t the case. Wow … this could change a lot of things.”

They left and returned to the house, not wanting to intrude or have us know they had witnessed any part of our display.

When we returned to the house, we were all dressed. We were all dirtier, dustier, and our clothes wrinkled with a stray piece of grass or leaves attached, but we were dressed. The game was on but the guys were intently discussing between them when we opened the screen door and entered. I thought that was curious until the score flashed up on the screen and I thought I understood. The game was a disappointment but we didn’t realize that wasn’t the reason for their interest in conversation. Even Tim and Harry, both of whom were so used to seeing us naked, were intrigued by the display they had witnessed. So, imagine Tom’s reaction. But, the men only acted as though they had gotten tired of the lopsided game and became engrossed in drinking beer and talking smart.

We all said our goodbyes, promising each other to get together as a group more often. It was noticeable to me, if not others, that Sarah was being very clingy to Tom, holding his hand, stroking his arm, and giving him squeezes. She spotted me watching her; she smiled at me and winked. I had the feeling Tom was in for a good rest of the evening and some recognized changes in his wife.

It was only days before we left for our Holiday trip to the island estate of Mr. R. There was one more very important thing to be done, though, before we could comfortably focus on the trip, a Holiday Celebration with Harry, Juli, and Stella. Tim decided to treat everyone to a nice restaurant dinner. He reserved a small, separate room at one of the restaurants we like. We had all agreed that the exchange of gifts should be general and teasing, playful, in keeping with the fun we share together.

We were seated at the table enjoying drinks. Yes, Tim did not forget Helen’s fake ID and, yes, she was carded, again. We were seated around the table with empty chairs between us to be taken by the others. Tim thinks of everything, sometimes. We were laughing about the image Tim was painting of our fire dancing after he couldn’t hold the knowledge away from us any longer. Now, we truly understood the real reason they were completely ignoring the game.

The door to the room opened and Harry, Juli, and Stella were shown in, their drink orders taken and they joined us at the table. The dinner was lovely, the drinking was just enough to relax everyone; the service was almost unnoticeable it was so good, and the company was exquisite. After dinner, we received our after-dinner drinks and were left alone, again. Tim stood, raised his glass, and thanked everyone, “It may seem redundant or unnecessary on the surface for me to express how I feel about everyone at this table, but when someone, me, has so much love and caring given to him, appreciation and gratitude cannot be overstated. And I mean that to all six of you. Michele, Barb, and Helen, thank you; I get to share a home life with three truly amazing, loving, selfless, strong, and independent women. No matter what has happened in my day, no matter how stressful, conflict filled it might have been, it all dissolves when you greet me each night. When I am traveling for work, with business associates or clients, the days and nights are lonely and isolating without you.”

I was truly choked up, not expecting anything like this, “Honey, thank you. It’s just our love.”

“That’s what is amazing and makes it so powerful. The three of you just consider it a part of your being, merely a part of what love expressed, love given is. Every one of us here feels that expression from you three.”

Harry, Juli, and Stella all raise their glasses to us in salute. I can see a tear in the eyes of Mom and Helen, as I feel one drop to my cheek. I can hear the murmur of quiet ‘thank you’ around the table. Thanking us for giving, thanking them for their expression.

But, Tim isn’t done. “Harry and Juli, how can I put into words what you two have given to us? Good neighbor, best friends, lovers … all come to mind, but none truly, fully expresses what you are to us. If there was a word that combined all three, then perhaps. Thank you.” It is our turn; we raise our glasses to them.

“Finally, but not the least, Stella. We have known you only a short time. But, in that time we have all come to love, honor, and respect you as a person, a source of quiet wisdom and anchor in the reality of living, and a lover in the most intimate and caring ways. You have provided to us all, Harry and Juli, I am taking the liberty of including you, with a perspective of life and living that we can take with us each day. Thank you, dear, for allowing us to enter your life and to become part of ours.”

“Thank you, Tim. I think I owe you all far more, but I have come to learn what you special people have and share. The unconditional nature of giving, the lack of any comparison, or keeping track of who gave what and who received what.”

Tim started the gifting, “We agreed to keep the gifting simple and fun. Juli, Stella, from us.” He handed each a manila envelope. Inside was a gift card to Sharon’s intimates boutique. Also included were photo samples of suggested outfits. “Harry, although this for the ladies, I figure if we can get them to wear outfits like this, we definitely win.”

“I second that.”

Stella was a little taken aback, “You want me to wear this kind of stuff like they do?”

“Stella, you get naked with us.”

“Timothy, somehow, don’t ask me to explain it, this feels more revealing than naked.”

Mom reached over and took her hand, “I agree, Stella. And, that’s what is so exciting about it.”

It was my turn. “From Barb, Helen, and me.” I handed Juli and Stella an envelope from our kennel stationary. Inside was a simple message, ‘Whenever you make your decision, a dog of your choice or specification for your intimate and personal companion.’

Both looked up quickly, “Are you serious?”

“Of course. We wouldn’t joke about something as important as our K9 lovers. Fully trained, of course.”

Both women got up and made their way to each of us for hugs and kisses. I had a feeling the decisions were going to be made soon.

Stella stayed up. She pulled an envelope from her purse and walked behind Helen. “I don’t really know if this stays within our agreement, but I didn’t really know what to give you. But I did know this one thing.” She handed it to Helen, leaned over, kissed the girl’s cheek, and returned to her seat. Inside was legal documents. Helen starting looking over them, turning pages, then back to the end where she found signatures and notaries.

“I don’t understand, what is this?”

“Those papers are the transfer of ownership of my horses to you. You now officially own three horses and the accompanying equipment. You are welcome to keep them at my place for as long as you want.”

Helen thanked her profusely. “I never thought it would actually happen. I thought it was just a really nice intention you had that would get lost in the complications of legal matters.”

It was a wonderful ride home. We talked about our friends and how lucky we were to have such people in our lives. But there was one more special surprise awaiting our return home. I went to the kitchen to pour a last glass of wine for us and a bourbon for Tim. I then joined the rest of them in the family room. As I walked into the room and passed out the drinks, it hit me how odd this was. We were home, alone with no guests, and we were all still dressed.

It had been arranged that Tim and I would sit in the easy chairs so that Mom and Helen would be together on the couch. “Helen, I have been working on something for a while now. I wasn’t sure if it was ever going to work out, but suddenly it did. I haven’t talked to you about this, so I apologize for springing it on you like this. But the three of us”, she said while indicating Tim and me, “have discussed it at length and we are all in agreement. I hope you are, too. I am afraid it is some more legal paperwork.” She handed Helen a sheaf of paper bound by a spring clip.

Helen read the start, and then flipped through the pages to the end. The places for signatures were empty. One signature required was hers. She went back to the front and read the first part more carefully, as though she must have read it wrong the first time. “I … I don’t understand … adoption? What …” she was searching each of our faces but I merely indicated Mom. “What is this, mom? What does ‘adoption’ have to do with me? Was I adopted before, but … wait my name was left for a signature at the end …”

“What did you just call me, Helen? What word did you use?”

“Mom? You mean when I called you ‘mom’? But, I’ve done that before and you said it was okay.”

“It is, it is more than ‘okay’. It is wonderful. It is what I want. Helen, like I said, I have been working on this for a while and these papers mean it can happen.”

“What? Tell me so I don’t have to guess and be disappointed if I am wrong.”

“Helen, I want you to be my legal daughter. I want to be your legal mother.”

I said, “I want to be your legal, big sister. But, beyond that, it also means that you have our legal, financial, and care support if it is ever needed. As your legal family, we’ll have rights to help you.”

Both hands were over her mouth, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and her eyes were as big as saucers. “OH MY GOD!! Oh … my … I … I …”

Mom put her hands on Helen’s shoulders and turned her to her, “Is that a ‘yes’?”

“YES! Yes, yes, yes … and, YES! You can’t believe … I can’t believe … from early on after I was here, feeling the love and comfort and sharing of this house, I would dream, wonder, think about ‘what if’, and just TRY to imagine being a part of a family like this. Even after you were treating me as a part of your family in every way, and some ways that most families don’t, there was still that ‘if only’ feeling. I can’t believe this. Thank you! Nothing could ever feel as good as this feels.”

Mom hugged her, “Good, because we have an appointment with the judge tomorrow morning. Oh, and if you are interested, there is another application he can approve tomorrow.” She pulled out a separate application. “How does Helen Hawkins sound to you?”

* * * CHAPTER 52B: HOLIDAYS ON THE ISLAND: TRAVEL will follow * * * Thanks for reading.