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CHAPTER 39: PRELUDE TO FANTASY FEST

Tim had a surprise for us. The three of us were attired as normal for Tim’s arrival from work and our dinner. He had called to let me know that he had a surprise planned and suggested some time to discuss it at dinner. In response Mom went all out for the dinner and as usual Helen and I tried our best to assist her, but this meal was way out of our league. In addition to the meal and wine, the dining room was set formally, even to the point of tall candles and dimmed lighting. The room looked really nice and romantic; if romantic can be the appropriate experience for one man and three women. But it did seem to work in our particular case.

We dressed individually this night. Mom and I both dressed in floor-length sheer negligees but they were quite different. I was wearing what has become my favorite, perhaps because it allows me to be the most exposed. It is the white sheer gown tying at the one place just beneath my breasts. The edges are white lace and the bodice is fitted for my breasts. This has the effect of making sure my nipples show through the material clearly. Underneath I have white stockings and heels. When I walk, the gown parts easily and each step of my legs parts the gown so it eventually is flowing behind me. I feel elegant in it even if I am fully exposed in the process.

Mom’s was more teasing. It slipped over her head with a back that was open down nearly to her ass crack. It looked magnificent on her and I was so very tempted to get one exactly like it for myself. It was black lace and somewhat form fitting. The right side had a slit to her hip so when she walked her entire leg flashed out bare. Underneath she was without stockings but was in black heels. Being lace it was not as sheer and exposing but close observation revealed her nakedness underneath.

Helen opted for one of the gowns she just got at Sharon’s. She chose the blue dress-gown that Tim liked so much. Although it came without any panties or thong, she opted for a white string thong that showed through the negligee nicely. Also underneath she wore the matching stockings with white lace trim on top with her white heels. Her choice of the white thong actually drew your attention to just how much could be seen.

Tim had a formal business day with meetings with customers who came in the previous night and left during the afternoon. This was one of those times that he was dressed to the max with tie, jacket and white shirt which is definitely not normal for down here. So we had our greeting of him orchestrated. We met him in the entry way after hearing his car pull up the gravel drive to the concrete pad in front of the garage doors. We were well practiced at greeting Tim and even Helen had worked out her routine to be ready as he came in. The three of us standing together to greet him while wearing sheer negligees, stockings and heels as he came back home, giving him an immediate visual reminder that his life contained much more than the office and the stresses of business. And all three of us willing and eager to provide what diversion we could after his workday.

Tonight, I walked up to him first. I took him into my arms after he dropped his backpack to the floor. I kissed him and welcomed him home with whispered desires for later, partly in teasing, mostly in desire for him. After doing that, I removed his tie and stepped to the side. Mom was next and virtually duplicated my actions with her own whispered desires. She removed his jacket and d****d it over a chair where I laid the tie. Helen approached him holding his drink. One handedly she took him into a hug and kissed him on the lips and whispered something that caused him to smile. She pulled back and handed him the drink. She then picked up his backpack and took it to his office and his jacket and tie to the bedroom while Tim went into the family room and Mom and I returned to the kitchen to pull the food together.

Helen was then to join Tim in the family room and keep him company while dinner was being completed. With the serving dishes arranged on the dining table and the wine poured, I went to the family room to announce that it was ready. That seemed more appropriate way of providing a less stressful environment than yelling through the house that dinner was ready. What I found was interesting. Helen had taken the concept of ‘keeping Tim company’ to a whole new level. I found them cuddled on the loveseat, deeply embraced and passionately kissing. Tim’s hand was up on her hip, having pushed the short hem up to her waist which would have required her participation in raising her ass off the seat to be accomplished. I walked up behind the loveseat with a hand placed on each of their shoulders, “If you two are remotely interested, dinner is ready.”

Helen pulled back and was deeply flushed, “Sorry, Michele, I … he … we just …”

“You were just making out with my husband is what you were doing. But, relax, when are you going to trust that you are a part of this group? We are all nearly naked with him because we all enjoy being sexual with him. That’s understood and accepted by all of us. No one is excluded and everyone is included.” I bent over and kissed her on the lips and cupped her breast, “Including you and me.” I smiled in our next kiss as she sighed out her pleasure.

It took Mom’s arrival at the entry to the family room to break up our fun; a dinner like this shouldn’t get cold on us.

I took my customary place at the table opposite Tim with Mom to my left and Helen to my right. The table was a glass top sized to sit six people comfortably. The glass top can be covered with linen for guests so other women can relax about exposure of their legs sitting at the table. For us, however, exposure was the whole idea. Finding this table set simply added another level to our fun by allowing subtle changes in our leg positioning to give Tim or one of the other of us women a quick or prolonged look as we were so moved. Being naked around the house and yard so much, we found these times of being partially clothed, even in sheer, to be quite erotic.

We enjoyed the meal with small talk and a glass of wine. Then, as had become our custom at times of needing to have discussion as a group, we cleared most of the plates and serving dishes and relaxed at the table with another glass of wine. It was at this point, when I got up to pour another glass of wine for everyone, that Tim got up and went to his office telling us he would be right back.

The three of us were questioning each other what might be the surprise, when Tim returned with a manila folder. He took a sip of wine and looked at each of us with a smile. “My lovely ladies, I have a proposal for you. All of you.” He opened the folder and it contained a full color page of several photographs and apparent advertising of something. He handed two to Helen to pass one to me and one to Mom. He gave us a moment to look it over before continuing. Across the middle of the page was ‘Fantasy Fest, Key West, Florida. 10 days of wicked fun starting mid-October.’ Above and below were hi-definition photos of scantily clad people on the streets and in clubs. I looked at Mom and then Helen. Mom looked at the page with some intrigue but Helen’s eyes were wide. She looked up at Tim with questions in her eyes. He continued, “My proposal: I want to take us, all of us, to Fantasy Fest for a four day weekend at the end of the ten day run of the festival. I have reservations and plans made. They can be cancelled but I think this could be a lot of fun.”

I looked at him, “Why cancel? What else are you proposing?”

“This will be a weekend of challenge. Take a close look at the women in the bottom left and top right photos. In the body suits and shorts and bikini tops.”

He gave us time to look carefully and it was Mom who reacted first. “Oh, my God! They are naked! That’s just paint on their bodies. They are on the street in that crowd naked.”

“Yes, and so will you be. At least that would be my proposal and challenge.” I was getting excited by the idea. To be fully naked and exposed in full public display and not be arrested is a rare opportunity for an exhibitionist. My face moved into a smile. Tim noticed, “At least one of you seems to be interested.”

Mom looked up at me immediately. She knew it wouldn’t be Helen. “Sure, she would be.” She turned to look at Helen and they searched each other’s faces. “What do you say, Helen? I will if you will.”

Helen looked at Mom. I wasn’t even in the equation of deciding. They all knew where I would land in the discussion. Then she looked at Tim, “Completely naked? No thong or G-string? It’s completely naked or we don’t go?”

Tim seemed to consider that. I don’t think he intended it to be so black or white. I was sure he really wanted to take us there and have whatever fun we could have but he hoped to maximize it by challenging some limits in the process. He looked down at the photos and glanced at me and I watched him. I wanted him to be firm, but I also wanted to go to this. It looked like such fun for exhibitionism and voyeurism. When he looked up and went from Mom to Helen, “Let’s not put it that way. I would really like it to be but I want us to go. I want some limits and experiences to be expanded. That would be the intention of the weekend.” He looked at them more and seemed to get an idea, “Do this for me: have some fun with this and Google it and check it out. You’ll see that there are plenty of women that use panties, thongs, and G-strings with paint. I would prefer naked.” Mom and Helen seemed to breathe a little easier that they could get comfortable with it.

He smiled again and Mom showed a nervous look, “What? There is more, isn’t there?”

“Yes. There is also several competitions at various clubs. One for best body painting, another is a lingerie party, and erotic dance in costume. You get the idea.”

“And you think we should participate in that, too?”

“Just think about it. Keep an open mind. I would envision this being a highly erotic time for us with lots of stimulation coming from outside us and between us.” He looked at each of us, “What do you think?”

I jumped right in, “You know what I think. I can’t wait. And challenge me all you can as long as it is legal there.”

“Thank you, dear. What about you, two?”

Helen looked at me, then at Tim, “You are including me in this like your wives?”

“Helen, you are included in everything with us. It is only a matter of what you will accept to participate in. You have been with us for quite a while now. You have shared in our household, our rituals, our fun and our lives and your participation has increased steadily over that time. The only limitation, the only restriction has been what you have placed on it yourself.” He reached out and touched her hand, “Maybe it’s time to let go a few more restrictions. Like your G-string tonight. Honey, I’ve tongued you to climax and you still hide your pussy behind some cloth, even if miniscule.”

She was thinking and I was sure about a lot of things right then but I wanted her to know she wasn’t being pressured. “Helen, Tim’s not pressuring you to comply. He is only offering you something to consider. We all want you to be a full part of our family. But we are all still comfortable with your decision of how you participate.”

“I know that, really. I was just thinking about what Tim said. I am so lucky to have ended up here. But I don’t want, and I know you don’t want, that to be the reason I change to do more. You don’t want me to change just to thank you. No, but I have been thinking about this stuff a lot. God, it is so sexual around here, how can I not think about it?” She was quiet for only a moment more, “Tim, I can’t say for sure exactly how far I can commit to doing in Key West until we are there. But I will commit to trying to take your challenge. I’d love to take your challenge completely. I know I can’t do it like Michele, but … is that okay?”

Tim smiled at her, “That’s why we love you so much, Helen. You trust our relationship as safe and loving and caring and you are willing to go outside yourself. Your response is perfect.” He looked at Mom, “And it puts pressure on Barb.” And he laughed. Mom didn’t, but she did smile while looking at Helen.

We didn’t realized what was happening at first but Helen was standing up and next to Tim. He turned to her. She grabbed the hem of her negligee and pulled it to her waist. “Would you please?”

Tim looked at her and smiled. He put his fingers into her G-string on her hips and pulled them down her legs. He held them in his hand and looked up at her with a smile. He pulled her down to give her a kiss and whispered, “They are soaking wet.”

She smiled back at him, “I know.”

We had fun that night … again. We all took turns sucking Tim and playing with each other as we did. When we finally brought the dogs in, it was decided that Tim and Helen would join us by being in a 69 position with each other. And, as always, everyone was fully satisfied.

We left Helen mull over Tim’s challenge for a few days to come to her own resolution and that was all it took. She approached Mom and me one morning shortly after Tim left for work. We were sitting on the patio with coffee and preparing for the activities of the coming day. It was a little cool early in the morning but not too much so in the morning sun to avoid being naked outside. And that is how Helen found us when she came outside with a mug of coffee and a bowl of fruit. She was wearing panties but was topless. More and more she was inching towards a more full participation in our lifestyle but she wasn’t quite there yet for full nudity except during our playtime, whether in the back property or at night with Tim.

She had beautiful breasts. Her nipples stood out from the very tip and seemed to become easily stimulated, becoming firm little nubs sticking out. Being a petite young woman, the contrast of her shape from Mom’s and mine was striking and we found the differences between our bodies very exciting and attractive. We were unique and we enjoyed our uniqueness. Helen was petite in bone structure and size. She was about five foot four inches and small boned. Her hips had nice shape but were narrower. Her breasts, like I said, were small and very firm, her stomach was flat. Contrast that to me who is three inches taller and a few pounds heavier (not telling how much). My body has more curves, definitely. My hips are fuller and my breasts are much larger but still firm enough due to my age. My stomach is relatively flat but I do have more body fat on me than she does. Mom is another contrast being an inch shorter than me and a few pounds heavier (she won’t tell, either). Her body is mature and striking. Her hips are fuller yet with a stomach that is not quite as flat and narrow. Her breasts are slightly smaller than mine with auroras that are a little larger. But all three of us develop stiff, nubby nipples when stimulated. Her breasts are less firm than mine and move more when topless. If the three of us were on our hands and knees being fucked from behind, Helen’s breast probably wouldn’t move much at all, mine would swing back and forth, and Mom’s would be hanging below her and would move more wildly of the three. I could go on and on come to think of it but that was the interesting thing about the contrast in our bodies and why it was so stimulating for us to be so exposed around each other. And it very definitely explained why Tim liked us naked or exposed as much as possible.

But, I digress … Helen came out with her mug of coffee and almost plopped down onto one of the chairs between us. She sipped at the coffee and seemed to be focused on nothing. But she was deep in thought about something. I looked to Mom but she simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders. So we waited. When she finally looked up, she was looking very serious. “I’ve been thinking about the trip to Key West. Tim clearly has some expectations for the trip. I need some honest feedback from you.”

We knew this was giving her some problem. If she went with Tim’s proposal, it would be a big step from her existing comfort zone. “Talk to us, what’s on your mind?”

“The first thing is the exposure. He would like us to all participate at the same level, right?”

“No, not really. He wants all of us to be challenged but that will be different for each of us. I suspect Mom is having some hesitancy about what is going to be involved and what she can get herself to do. Me? Yes, he will probably put me into the submissive role and tell me what he wants me to do and it will likely provide some challenge. But, I remind myself that this festival is all about the erotic. We saw the websites, photo galleries, and videos on the internet. It is an interesting weekend in that public nudity is still not allowed but if the body is covered in paint or covered, somewhat, in a negligee or micro thong it seems to be acceptable. Events are aimed at the naked, painted, or erotically dressed.”

“But he would like us to be naked under the paint if it were up to him.”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to do it, Barb?”

Mom looked at me but was thinking. I knew she had been working through this, also. “Tim’s my husband. I’ve said that I trust him in these sexual situations completely. It is how I have adapted to being naked and erotically dressed for him. So, yes, I will. And it is not that I didn’t have to think about it, but I will make every effort to comply with his wishes on that weekend.”

She was watching Mom intently, “Then I will, too. If he wants me naked under a layer of paint and walk around a crowded street, then I will, too.”

Her nipples were hard nubs. She was turned-on just thinking about what she might be asked to do, how much she might be asked to expose. “Are you sure you are okay with it, Honey? Tim will understand if you aren’t. He’ll be expecting more from his wives and only hoping to get more from you.”

“I know that. There is never any question in my mind or heart about that. You guys are always making that very clear and I appreciate that. But I think it is a time for a change in that. I mean, it is like when I always reminded you guys that I wasn’t old enough to drink and you kept saying you knew that, so what. I finally stopped reminding you and accepted that you were good with the alcohol you offered me. I think it is time for another acceptance between us. But this time it is you that need to believe that I know I am an individual and won’t be so easily manipulated to do something I don’t want to do. I want to be accepted to make my decisions when these situations arise. I want to be a part and I want to be challenged and stretched. I want to be put into situations that are new and different and exciting and even risky. Now I need you to believe that I won’t break with a little pressure, that I am strong enough to say ‘no’ if that is what I feel I should do. Okay?”

Her nipples were rock hard now. There was even more that was coming and we just had to wait for it. I looked to Mom and she was smiling widely. That allowed me to express my own pleasure at her proclamation. “That’s more than ‘okay’. It is wonderful. Frankly, we been waiting for this time and it has been coming step by step.”

“Michele, you’ve been treating me like a little sister.”

“I have? I guess I didn’t realize that.”

“Not at first. I think at first you might have had some lingering issues with me, your father, and all those years of secrets from you both. But, yes, slowly I sensed a feeling from you that I couldn’t really identify. I didn’t have the experience myself. Neither did you. But Juli said something innocently about our relationship and I hadn’t thought about it but it explained the feeling I was sensing and I paid closer attention. I think you were treating like a little sister.”

“If so, was that wrong? Did it bother you?”

“Oh, no! I liked it, Michele. It made me feel like I belonged and it help me understand why I was being so protected by you all. I loved the idea of being your little sister and I know I let it slip out a couple of times and you all reacted, I saw it, but nobody ever corrected me.”

“Helen, I did have some issues at first, you are right. And later, I did react to your calling me that but it was a surprised, but pleased reaction. I liked it, too. I like the idea of a sister. Tim even commented once that I had mentioned a long desire to have had a sister. Now, maybe I can.”

She pushed her chair back and came to me in a rush, hugging and then kissing me. “Thank you. It feels so nice to have someone who is looking over me.”

She then moved over to Mom and hesitated before doing the same to her. “Barb, I know you are not my mom. But you treat me like I would have wanted a mom to treat me.”

“That’s okay, baby. We all know you aren’t my daughter but if you are my daughter’s sister, it isn’t really a stretch that we feel like we belong together. So, I take it you are feeling like part of the family and we can stop telling you that you are?”

She laughed. “Yes, thank you for making it simple. If you really are allowing me into your family, I want to be just part of it and not special.”

Mom and I stood up and it was a group hug and shared kisses; and, shared hands fondling each other with lusty smiles that almost got the better of us before I remembered that this all got started with her saying ‘first’. “Helen, before you said ‘first’ and all this started. What else is on your mind?”

“I think I need to sit down for this.” She did and we did. She looked at us and we watched her as she appeared to be collecting her thoughts or courage. “The other thing … is that I would … how do I say this? Maybe I need to ask this. I mean he is your husband. He’s the husband of both of you. I think that weekend … you know … since it is going to be so …”

She kept stumbling, not getting it out. Mom and I were smiling at each other trying very hard not to start laughing because we were convince we knew what she was trying to get out. I nodded to Mom and she scooted her chair next to her and I followed so we were both right next to her and each touching an arm. Helen looked up at us with eyes of nervous anticipation. At the same moment we both moved one hand to Helen’s shoulders and Mom saved her, “Sheesh, it’s okay. We think we know what you want.”

“You do?”

“Helen, we’ve all been waiting for you to come to this point. The weekend we are in Key West being exhibitionistic hedonists you would like to be fucked by Tim for the first time.”

“I wasn’t going to put that way, but … yes, I would. Is that okay? I mean he’s your husband and this feels different, like it’s a bigger request.”

I laughed. “Sis … is it okay if I start using that sometimes?”

She put her head on my shoulder. Our nipples touched and I was having a hard time controlling my urges given the conversation. Mom came up and pressed herself into her back and was stroking both Helen and me.

“Michele, I would love it.”

“Okay, so back to your question if it is okay, yes, it is most definitely okay. And you can tell by Barb pushing into your back and stroking you that this is making us all very excited.”

“One more thing if you don’t mind and don’t think it is too weird, but I want you two to be there with me when it happens. This is a big event for me. One I never thought I would have where my first time would be special. I thought I was headed for a being taken by some desperate boy or man only looking for a fuck. This is so different and you have been the reason I can have this special way of having my first. Is that too weird?”

“Maybe a little weird.” I pull her into me harder and Mom is kissing her neck and shoulder. We’re all getting very hot. I can feel my pussy is wet and the outside of my lips are slick. The way Mom has been on Helen she must be feeling the same way. “But it is also very sweet. It shows you really are feeling like a part of the family.” I separate us slightly, conscious of Mom pressed into her back, “And afterwards, if you open yourself to our lifestyle, I know you are going to have so many wonderful experiences.”

“That’s what I am looking forward to so much. But, like I always said, Tim had to be first. I know I am ready for it. I know I want it.”

I looked at Mom over Helen’s shoulder and whispered, “Her hymen?” Mom nodded.

I didn’t want to let her out of my arms, I wanted to devour her on the spot, but this was important. I sat her down and she accepted. Mom and I kept our hands on her. Mom was stoking her back and shoulder while I was stroking her thigh, working my way up towards her panties. I stopped myself and nearly had to shake my head to get back to the issue I wanted to discuss. “Helen, we are excited for you to take this step. I have a question, though, that you should consider.” She nodded her head.

I looked at Mom for reassurance and she took over. “Honey, you are still a virgin and giving yourself to Tim is a wonderful statement of your love. We don’t know what you might know about the first time for a virgin. When the hymen breaks, it isn’t a break. Men talk about ‘popping the cherry’ like it is no big deal. But it is, at least for the woman. And if the man is sensitive, like Tim, it is to him, too.”

She looked at us, “What are you saying? It has to happen sometime.”

I smiled at her, “And we want you to do it and to enjoy it. That’s the point, that’s the difference, how much you can enjoy it. Honey, for the man to fuck you the first time he has to push through the hymen. Like Mom said, it is made to sound like a small thing. What happens, though, is that the penis has to push through the hymen, a skin membrane across your opening inside. Skin doesn’t just break, it tears. And it bleeds. And it hurts. That’s what a tear does.”

“Does it hurt a lot? But everyone has to go through it, right?”

“Not really. Athletic girls often find that theirs is torn through their activity. Horseback riding, bikes, and other activities can cause the hymen to tear and it seems like a part of the cycle. But, yes, it can hurt. And, sometimes it can take a day or so to feel better. Frankly, giving your hymen to a man was an old, extreme, prudish behavior that was supposed to prove a woman’s worthiness to her husband. Let’s face it, that’s not what this is. I think, and correct me if I am wrong, but this is you, a woman, giving Tim, a man you care about a lot, the first penetration of your pussy by a cock. This is you wanting to enjoy your first time with Tim who you care about enough to show you how a woman is loved completely, wholly, and with care. This is about you giving him the pleasure of your body for the first time and you experiencing that pleasure with him at the same time.”

“Yes, yes, that’s exactly what I want for this to be. So if it hurts the first time, what do I do?”

Mom put her hand on Helen’s other bare thigh and we gently pulled her legs apart. We met at her panty covered pussy. “We can help you, Helen. We can open you now so you will be ready for him.”

She looked embarrassed like this was becoming more complicated than she expected. “How? I mean, yes.”

I smiled, “Don’t be embarrassed. We are bringing this up because this decision to be with Tim is a big one for you. We can use our fingers. Or you can I suppose if you don’t want us to enjoy your body again.” Mom and I were already rubbing her pussy. I was from the outside of her panties but Mom had slipped a couple fingers inside the leg opening and was stroking her wet lips. I stood up and pulled her with me. She responded without question. I looked at Mom, “You take her to our bed. I will get some towels to put under her.” Mom took her hand and led her into the house and down the hall to our bedroom. I stopped at the closet for some older towels and met them there. Mom was on her knees taking Helen’s panties to her feet and off. She then encouraged her legs apart and while Helen was standing, she began working a tongue between her legs.

I stripped back the covers on the bed and laid out the towels to protect the bedding underneath. I called to Mom and she crawled onto the bed and pulled the girl with her, leading her to the center of the bed and onto the towels. With her laid out between us, she looked from one to the other, her face changing from anxious anticipation to soft acceptance and trusting in what we were going to do for her. We began making love to her, softly and gently without hurry or tension. Mom started by kissing her mouth as I went to her right breast and worked my way to her nipple. I turned my head with her nipple still in my mouth, turned it just enough to gage Mom’s actions and intention. She was content with loving her mouth and tongue, sucking on the tongue that came out to meet hers, then gently biting the lower lip and pulling before releasing it and kissing her mouth all over again.

I moved my mouth’s attention to her left breast and nipple and using my hand and fingers on the wet nipple I left behind, wet from my mouth. I put the same effort into this breast and nipple, occasionally licking my way to her exposed armpit, sending a shiver through her. Back at her nipple that I gently nipped and tugged up away from her body, I felt movement on the bed and knew that Mom was shifting her attention down her body. She passed by me with kisses and licks on the girl’s body as she went, even leaving several kisses on my hand as it fondle the breast she came to. I looked over for just a moment, barely leaving the hard nub of a nipple, and caught the twinkle in Mom’s eyes as she continued her journey down the naked body completely yielded to our attentions and manipulations. The girl’s body arched as she was loved over her body by her two loving family members whose whole interest at this moment was to service her in pleasure and relaxation before … I peeked up at her head and saw her complete surrender to our attention. No longer even trying to provide any stimulation to us with hands or mouth, now just splayed out to give us full and open access to her. Her head thrown back, her hands pressed firmly into the bed, her petite breasts and chest rising and falling with her quickening breath. She was already entering what I perceived to be a minor orgasm when suddenly she stiffened and her breath caught in her lungs.

I looked down quickly and saw the cause, Mom had just arrived at her pussy and deliberately and unceremoniously used her fingers to open up the young pussy and jammed her tongue deeply inside. Helen’s whole body was tensing and arching as if searching for more contact. I moved up to her mouth and engulfed it with mine, my finger now at work on her nipples. She was moaning, groaning, and gasping into my mouth. Without a mouth ready to be kissed I concentrated on sucking and nipping her lower lip and covering her mouth anytime hers closed for the briefest of moments. Then, underneath me, she jerked up into the air, her hips and body supported by her shoulders and heels driven into the bed. And I could feel her coming release, more like explosion. Her muscles started twitching and her legs shaking and I knew this time she was in her real orgasm, the one she needed.

I knew also that this was the time. I clamped my mouth back down onto hers and she greedily took me by the back of my head and held me there, our tongues going into one and the other’s mouth. And she howled into my mouth and her body collapsed back down onto the bed. I broke the kiss and looked down her body, past her nipples poking up proudly, to my Mom as she withdrew her fingers from the girl’s clenching pussy. Her fingers were pink, a combination of juices and a little blood. I kissed Helen, again, then hugged her and stretched out alongside her.

Mom joined us, lying along her other side. We cuddled Helen between us and she slipped into a light sleep. Mom kissed a nipple and then whispered to me, “It hardly took any pressure. Her hymen was so perforated that it parted with little force. She’ll be fine with very little bleeding.”

“Maybe I will take her to a late movie tonight just to be safe. She wants to surprise Tim in Key West with her request. Let’s not give him a reason to be suspicious.”

“Good idea. Let’s leave her to sleep a little. We have some dog training to do. And right now I really need it.” We both put our hands over our mouths to stop the laughs from coming out and disturbing Helen. We carefully got off the bed, closed the blinds, shut the door and headed for the kennels for some relief for ourselves. All in the name of training, of course.


* * * CHAPTER 40: THE FANTASY FEST WEEKEND BEGINS will follow * * * Thanks for reading.