RESURRECTION: CHAPTER 13 free porn video

CHAPTER 13:

It was Bobbi’s day off. She had joined Annie in riding the fence line, marking more of the fence that needed attention. She rode with Annie naked, but she insisted on bringing a cover up just in case. Jake had been proud of Annie. She climbed up onto her horse and Bobbi was aghast, “You’re not taking anything to cover with if we encounter someone?”

“Bobbi, I didn’t before and I was out most of the day by myself. Well … except for the dogs.” She giggled and blushed. “Besides, Jake presented me with this challenge … anywhere on the property, as long as it is us.”

That was hours ago. Now, they were rejoined at the house for a late lunch. Bobbi showed the vitality of spending the day naked on horseback, the focus on work, navigating the horses through safe footing up and down slopes and ravines. Again, they had been joined by two of the dogs. The third had been off with Jake at the time the women left. In fact, it was the same dog that got left behind the last time. Jake wondered how long it might take that one to catch on that he should hang around the women more than him. Maybe he wasn’t the brightest of the three …

They were relaxing with iced tea that had been brewed by the heat of the sun. Jake leaned onto the table with his elbows. The women had picked up that when he did that, he had something he wanted to deliberately express. They watched him, expectantly waiting for whatever it might be.

“Remember a couple days ago, Annie, when I said you should remain naked? Remember that I was teasing you about the next challenge that might be given you?”

“I remember very well. I haven’t gotten it out of my head.”

He looked intently at her, “What was my tease?”

Annie looked him, down at the table, then glanced at Bobbi. “The goat. You said something about leading me to the pen to fuck the goat.”

Jake looked at Bobbi, just to see if she might object, but she didn’t. She got very interested in the direction of the conversation. “That’s right. The goat. Another male on the ranch.” He watched her reaction, which was neutral. He thought that was good, she could be wildly opposed or drawing limits about what she might be willing to fuck, but it didn’t appear to be excluding the goat. So he pressed on, “I think it’s time to at least check off the goat, even if it doesn’t become a regular fuck partner.”

Bobbi and Jake watch her. She was calm, but she was thinking. Then he saw the signs and he knew they had her, again. Her nipples were firming and her skin was showing the color of her blood rushing through her body. She nodded, glancing at both of them with a small smile that steady grew as the idea took hold of her.

She was blushing now as she formulated her next comment, “Any idea at all what that would be like? What kind of cock they have? How they do it?”

Bobbi laughed, “Honey, that’s what you are for, to determine all of that and let us know.”

She was still thinking about it, though. “Hmmmm … if we had internet service up here, I could look it all up.”

Jake reached across the table and patted her arm as he stood, “But we don’t, dear. And, shoot … there’s nothing like first-hand experience, right?”

He put his hand out to her. She looked at it and then at him. “Now? You mean right now? Just, go out there and get some experience?”

He nodded with that same devilish grin that she was recognizing when these ideas came to him. She shrugged and took his hand. She turned to Bobbi and put out her hand. Bobbi took it and the three walked out the back door and turned for the barn.

Annie stopped halfway to the barn. “Wait a minute. Isn’t this crazy? I mean ... a goat, being fucked by a goat?”

Bobbi, “Annie, you know you can just say ‘no’. But, what’s the difference about the dogs?”

Annie gave her an exasperated look, “We researched that!”

“Okay … what about the pony? You fucked it, too.”

“I … I … Jake just set it up for me to be on the hay bale, told me to use my feet … that I could probably control the penetration … Okay … not so much different than the pony …” She flapped her arms like a gesture of giving up and continued on through the barn, out the back door, and stood at the fence to the pen containing the goat. It was the only one they had. A single male goat … male goat … a thought hit her, something Jake said. “What a minute …” she turned to Jake, “you said the goat was ‘another male on the ranch’. There are other males on the ranch, too. The hogs, the bull, the horses …”

Jake turned her around to face the goat pen, again. He led her up to the fence and patted her bare ass. “One thing at a time, dear.”

She turned her head to him with a look of some concern. Then her shoulders sagged and she returned her attention to the goat. “Oh god … what have I gotten myself into …”

Bobbi winked at Jake and leaned in close to Annie, “You can always say ‘no’ or ‘Bie’.”

She straightened her back and shook her head, “NO. No, I won’t. I can do this. Besides, it doesn’t have a knot on its cock, does it? And it can’t be as big as a dog, certainly not as big as the pony.” She looked at Bobbi, this time for guidance. “Any ideas about how to actually do this would be appreciated, though.”

Bobbi smiled, “I’d say on your hands and knees like with the dogs. Let him get on you and see what happens.” She finished by shrugging.

Annie rolled her eyes, “Gee, thanks, I don’t think I would have come up with that …” She bent over and put a leg, then her body, through the rails of the pen fence. The goat had always been a bit skittish. She wasn’t even confident in its attitude that it would approach her, much less let her touch his sheath, or to jump onto her back to fuck her. She knew, though, that all she could do was try … honestly try. They weren’t going to fault her if it didn’t work out. And, she was right. She could tell immediately as she approached it. It simply moved away from her. Whatever direction she went in an attempt to get close to him, he went a different direction.

She went back to the fence where Jake and Bobbi were standing. “We really shouldn’t be too surprised. He’s the only one of his kind here. We give him food, but otherwise we and all the other a****ls just ignore him.”

Over the next several days, Annie made a concerted effort at getting the goat’s confidence. She spent time with him in between feedings, she worked at getting to the point of being able to brush him. By the end of that effort, he would even approach her when she came. She announced to the others that she thought it was time. And, it was. This time when she went into the pen, the goat came to her, allowing more contact. Bobbi and Jake watched as Annie, naked, went to her knees and slid her hand underneath the a****l. She stroked him down his stomach to his sheath. He anxiously moved at the initial touch, but settled comfortably as she gave him familiar, soothing sounds that he had come to associate with her. Then, they saw that he was humping into her hand as she held his extending cock.

She turned and smiled at her partners, then went to her hands and knees, her ass pointed at the goat. He came to her; the first time she had done this to him. The scent coming from her bottom was somewhat familiar, even if the body it was coming from wasn’t. He knew what it was and he put his nose to Annie’s pussy and ass. This time it was Annie who anxiously reacted to the wet touch. Of the a****ls she had experienced at the ranch, this one was giving her a different psychological reaction. She had never reacted to the goat the same what she had to a dog, pony, or horse. The goat was more a****l than a social a****l. It was a weird thought, but it hit her that way. But, in the same way, it was having a dramatic physically erotic reaction, too. This sex was going to be even more a****listic.

When the a****l jumped up and pulled his rear into her ass, she held her breath in anticipation of finally feeling the cock against her. She had felt it in her hand and saw it as she moved into position. This cock was entirely different from the others. There was not like the dogs, or a weird mushroom head like the horse, or even the shape like a man. This was long enough, like a man, but it was different. It tapered from the base to the tip, ending in a tip, a hard pointed tip. When it penetrated her, she had an odd sensation as it sliced deeply into her and gradually filling more of her pussy as it went deeper.

She came, but mildly. The eroticism of this fuck was different for her. It was strangely interesting and decidedly more a****listic in her mind. Her orgasm was as much mental, reflecting on what she was doing in combination with the physical stimulation than the pure physical feelings his cock gave her. As she would tell the others later, it was okay, even good, but not her favorite. She would take the other a****ls every time over the goat, but it was an erotic feeling that she may try occasionally, again.

* * * *

The three of them were enjoying another evening on the front porch. It was early fall and the temperatures were becoming consistently more mild, the earth feeling less parch, the environment in general felt less stifling. It was a world they were all used to, but the change into fall and winter brought its own relief when living on the desert, even up in the mountains. It had already been another interesting evening, as so many days and evenings had become over the months since Annie had been challenged by Jake and Bobbi to allow her ‘inner slut’ to come out. They had frequently laughed about that term. There was no hint of sensitivity from Annie any longer. There had never been any real concern from her, but she had bristled some at the term, not from how her two lovers meant it, but just from the term. ‘Slut’ held such a connotation in society and it was difficult to separate from it. But, she ultimately had. She had taken on the term the way Jake had intended it. It was a term only used amongst them making it that much easier to take on as a badge of her identity.

Annie and Bobbi had, again, enjoyed the horses that evening. Each taking a horse by themselves; each taking their own ‘horse cum bath’ in the process. Bobbi and Jake also watched as Annie spent time with the two boars in the hog pen. She was in the process of doing the same thing with them that she had successfully managed with the goat, which was to gain their comfort with her until they were ready to hopefully engage in some sexual activity with her. Bobbi was going to pass on the boars just like she had passed on the goat. Bobbi’s interest in b**stiality had been defined as a****ls she enjoyed contact with; she enjoyed the dogs, the pony, and the horses. That was enough for her. The horses were limited to cock play and not fucking. They all knew, however, that Annie had other ideas about the horses. The boars were next on her agenda, but the horses wouldn’t be far behind after that. The bulls were a concern to all of them. The feeling was that they were far too unpredictable, but … with Annie, who knew what might eventually happen.

The women had cleaned up from the day and their bath under the horses. They were still naked with Jake on the porch who was in boxers. He knew the women would have him out of those eventually, but they had all come to the comfortable conclusion that they each had different comfort levels with nudity and nobody was forced or compelled to be naked more than their comfort. It meant that Annie was basically naked while Bobbi was clothed more than naked and Jake was only occasionally naked. All of that was excluding the night times when their games had them all naked and the games could happen nearly anywhere in the house, barn, or surrounding yard space.

This night was like that. The comfort among them allowed quiet times of sitting, sipping drinks, and gentle touching as they sat or reclined on the top step of the porch. They never tired of the nightly show the world and heavens provided to them. The sounds of the night from the lands around them, the sights of the heavens filled with millions of stars. It became common for someone to point up into the heavens at another shooting star. And … silent wishes would be made. Nobody shared what their wishes were … that would jinx it … a leftover from c***dhood. But, Annie did want to share something.

“We have an amazing life, don’t we?” The others nodded in agreement, giving verbal confirmation with sounds more than words. They both partially turned to consider her, wondering where the comment might lead. They found her studying the dark images overlaying each other on the ground at the foot of the steps. She was deep in thought. They waited. Although the challenge they had presented to Annie months before was intended to push her and allow her to accept things and events she might not otherwise consider, that stage didn’t really last long. Once she accepted the challenge and allowed herself to be open to their direction, ideas, and options, she began developing more and more of the same for herself. What was intended to be a mechanism to open her to new and increasingly erotic opportunities, instead became a mechanism for her to open herself, to challenge herself to grow in confidence and determination in herself, to grow into a more deliberate, assertive, and confident woman. Before their eyes they saw her grow and evolve. “I’ve been thinking a lot about something. Something that I think is important for us to consider.”

Bobbi slid over against her and put her arm carefully and reassuringly around the naked shoulders of Annie. “That sounds ominous. Is something wrong? You seem nervous about something.”

Annie turned sharply and gave her a smile. “NO! No … nothing like that. It’s good in fact.” They looked at each other with smiles that grew. Neither having a clue what she might be leading up to. “I’ve been thinking about you two.”

“About us? What about us?”

“I’m going to just blurt it out, okay?” They nodded but were paying closer attention. “I think you guys need to consider getting married.”

The look of shock was quick and absolute on their faces. “Where is that coming from?”

“Everybody sees it, you guys. Bobbi, your mom just smiles when you two are together. Even Kaye has commented accidently about what a nice couple you make.” She chuckled, “Then Matt elbowed her because I was standing right there.”

Jake reached across Bobbi and took Annie’s hand, “You know we are a group, Annie. It’ll always be the three of us.”

Annie squeezed his hand and bumped shoulders with Bobbi. “Thanks, Jake. I know what we intend and I know what we’ll do for each other. But, I also know what I feel.” She got up and pushed her way between them, forcing Bobbi to slide over on the step, essentially trading places. She took both of their hands in hers, then put them over each other and hers on top and bottom of theirs. “You two need each other; you deserve to be united with each other. I know you love me. I know you will include me. But, you two are people who should be married.” She kissed the two joined hands. “Bobbi deserves a man like you, Jake. And, Jake, you deserve a woman like Bobbi.”

Bobbi turned her face to her, “Why are you doing this, honey? Is something going to happen?”

Annie smiled, “No. I just see it. You don’t make me feel awkward or a third wheel. You never would. To me it would be no difference. And I would love to be your maid of honor.”

Jake pulled her into his side, kissing her forehead. “You, my dear, continue to amaze me. We’re not talking about it anymore tonight. I, and I am sure Bobbi, respect your feelings about it. It is beyond comprehension how much you have grown in strength and confidence. You are truly an amazing woman.”

With that, he offered a hand to each of the woman and led them to their bed. It was more than an hour later before any of them even thought of sleeping, though.

* * * *

Only days later, Annie had the hogs solved. Once she put her mind to a problem, she was a bulldog until finding a solution. This was a new trait that even she wasn’t aware she had possessed. She used it effectively with the a****ls. The goat was the first true application, but the hogs were something much more. She soon discovered how different the penis of a boar was from anything she had encountered sexually or in research. But, once she took on the playful mantel of ‘ranch slut’, she seemed transfixed by the idea of mating with all the males on the ranch. She expressed concern with the bulls, but otherwise …

* * * *

Jake and Bobbi followed Annie right to the hog pen. Bobbi thought she could be helpful at least, if she wasn’t going to participate any further. “Do you want to get him cleaned up and use the barn or really experience him by doing him in the pen?”

Annie looked over at them as if it was only then that it was sinking into her. “Oh, god. This all sounds so nasty, but I want to do it in the pen.”

“Okay, let’s move the others out and into the pen with the goat.” They went through the gate by the barn. “Annie, you go over to the other gate and open it for the others. If this one tries to follow, just step in his way. That will be enough for him to change directions.” Once that was done, they surveyed the situation. Annie had already slipped in a muddy section trying to get the hogs out. She had mud along her left leg. This was feeling nastier and nastier and she hadn’t really done anything with the a****l, yet.

Bobbi, having grown up around some hogs on their place, started an introduction to sex with boars, “Okay, there are some things to understand about this. Maybe I should have covered this with you before, but you might be more willing to go through with it now that you’re here and muddy. A boar is definitely not a gentle lover. Even though he holds most of his weight on his hind legs, you may still be sore from carrying the rest of his weight on your back during the mounting and mating. Once he gets going you might think his cock is attached to a mix blender because of how quickly it goes in and out and all around inside you. He will try to enter your cervix; it’s just what they do with that long, thin cock. He’s very inaccurate and there is a lot of poking around. As soon as he feels the warmth of your pussy, he doesn’t waste any time … he just thrusts it all in. There will be deep penetration and the sense is that the twitching/twirling effect is a really strange, but erotic, feeling. The tip is very slender and made to slide into the cervix. Once he finds it and is able to penetrate, the tip will fix itself and he’ll slow his fucking down. He’ll then begin to cum a lot. Initially, it is clear and thin but a thicker and milky semen comes next and there is a lot of it. Then a thick, jelly like substance is pumped into you. Now, this is all happening inside your womb, if he makes it there. I would think you will feel full, but it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable. The thick cum can stay in you for up to a day. So be ready for it to slowly leak out later without warning. Not doing anything special this weekend are you? Probably should have really gone over this before. Are you still game?”

“You’re right, if we weren’t here with me already partially covered with mud, I probably would have backed out of this. This is just so nasty. But feel me.”

Bobbi reached out and put her hand to her friend’s pussy and pushed a finger past the lips and inside. “Lordy, Annie, you are absolutely soaking. That came from just the explanation? Oh, girl, just wait.”

Bobbi took Annie’s hand and led her to a dry area and took a blanket to put on the ground. Annie said, “Don’t bother with the blanket. Look at me. I may as well get good and nasty.”

Annie watched as Bobbi maneuvered the boar toward her. She got down on her hands and knees and lowered herself until her chest was on the ground, too. This seemed like it would help to relieve some of the stress on her lower back once the pig mounted her. Bobbi asked if she was ready and helped the pig to get up onto Annie’s back and moved him forward over her. Then Annie felt a strange movement at her butt and realized that Bobbi wasn’t exaggerating in her description of the boar’s cock. It was wildly thrusting and was extremely inaccurate. Bobbi assisted and managed to get the tip into Annie’s pussy. Once in, he thrust violently and achieved a deep penetration. And, again, Bobbi was right, this was weird. The long, thin cock actually seemed to twirl.

“Oh, Bobbi, this is so wild! It feels like you put an egg beater inside me. That thing is whirling around, hitting the sides of my pussy. This is so wild. OOOOOHHHHH, BOOOBBBBiiiiiiiiii!!!! He’s hitting my cervix!”

This went on for a while and Annie quickly reached her first orgasm, although mild. Then she felt it.

“Bobbi … Bobbi … Bobbi. Oh my god! Heeeeee’s ggggooooooinnggggg inside my cervix!!!! OOOHHH my goooodddddddd. Oh, he’s inside me. Bobbi, this is so nasty. My chest is in the dirt, one side of me is covered in mud, and I have a pig in my pussy. No, in my womb. OOOOOOHHHHH. Bobbi, he’s cummmminnngggg. So, am IIIIIIIIIIIII! Yes, OOOOOHHHHH GGGOOOODDDD. YEEESSSSSSSS.”

Bobbi watched, stroking her friend’s hip and thigh and telling her how wonderfully she was doing and that after the initial cumming, the jelly would follow and to expect the feeling of fullness since he was inside her womb.

“Yes, I feel it. Yes, I do, I feel the difference. Yes, I know what you mean about the fullness. Wow!”

When the pig pulled out of her cervix, it felt so weird. When the boar pulled completely out of her and got off, Annie just collapsed onto her front into the dirt of the pen. She just lay there leaking some of the cum the boar had left inside of her. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at Bobbi and Jake and smiled. “That was wild. Don’t know that I want to do it, again. But it was wild. Are you going to do it, too?”

“No. I think not. I think assisting you is about as far as I want to take it.”

“Open up the house and I’ll just take a quick shower.”

“Are you k**ding? You’re not walking through the house like that. We’ll just use the hose on you.” Jake roared at that.

“Use the hose outside? Like some a****l?”

“I wasn’t the one fucking a pig, missy.”

“Yeah, now you say that! Okay, let’s get it over with; I think I need something to drink. Something strong.”

Annie stood in the middle of the pen while Bobbi sprayed her down, then pulled the hose back out and sprayed off Annie’s feet after she got to the grass. Bobbi threw her a towel and then, with Jake following behind still snickering, they made their way to the house.

As they drank their beer on the front porch, Jake inquired how the experience was for her.

“It wasn’t that unpleasant, really. But I can’t get it out of my head that it was a pig/hog. But, I guess, I played the part well myself, too. Slipping in the pen and getting mud over one side, then being fucked by him with my chest and arms on the ground, which seemed like the best way to take weight off my back. But, then the side of my face was on the ground. When he was finished, so was I and you saw me just collapsed onto the ground.”

Bobbi laughed, “You were a mess! Thank goodness for the hose back there to clean you up some. I have to say, you were certainly acting the part of fucking a pig!”

“Very funny. Whose idea was this, anyway?”

Jake and Bobbi were both quiet.

* * * * *

A couple months went by with life going on in the same way. Annie didn’t let up on her wish for Jake and Bobbi to marry, but also wouldn’t push the issue. It was something they needed to want for themselves and to be comfortable that the timing was right for their larger relationship. Annie’s expression for them, however, brought them even closer with a remarkable understanding and acceptance that whatever might happen in the future would be good. There also came a sense that Annie’s growth and development could be leading her to something different, something outside of the threesome.

Jake brought that up to discussion, just as Annie had brought up the potential of marriage for the two of them. He saw the change in Annie. Bobbi saw the change in Annie. Annie wasn’t so sure. Like Annie, they didn’t push the discussion further. The feeling between Jake and Bobbi was that Annie certainly wasn’t bored with them and definitely not unchallenged. But, despite the love and caring they still showed for her, she was quickly developing her own new being that was strong and secure in her own right. They conceded to themselves, wishful thinking perhaps, that it would take a truly remarkable opportunity for Annie to leave the ranch, though.

On the year anniversary of them being together, Jake suggested to Bobbi and Annie that they take a well-earned vacation. It was an idea that seemed to be needed, and they jumped on the idea with no reservation. He confessed that he had an ulterior motive to the idea. Annie had wanted to move beyond all the other a****ls and mate with one of the horses, too. The problem was a very real one. It was believed by one and all that it could be seriously dangerous. The bull was in the same class but for reasons of danger that could be immediately life-threatening. Bulls could be just plain mean and too unpredictable. The horses, however, presented a separate challenge that was also a danger. The pony was a start and she had learned that she could control the depth of penetration, but the horse was a size of length and circumference significantly larger. She wanted to achieve this challenge, but agreed with Jake and Bobbi that assistance and guidance was required. That was something not to be tried on their own.

Jake had found a resort in the Caribbean that was very unique. It was a small island off Trinidad and Tobago, about an hour and a half boat ride away. The island was privately own; the resort was clothing optional and adult only; and, the resort didn’t only allow (encourage?) sexual activity, but also maintained a****ls for b**stiality sexual experiences for those guests interested in exploring that direction. Jake felt it might be a good opportunity for Annie, especially, to find the guidance she was seeking from people who knew what to expect. That was the idea, anyway.

Ideas and realities are sometimes very different things, however. The resort and its idea were a startup. The management had unrealistic expectations of what would be involved in offering such a facility. The staff was inexperienced with a****ls and the accommodations and services were spartan. The island itself was beautiful with lovely beaches off clear and inviting water to play in. The fact that Jake, Bobbi, and Annie lived a minimalist lifestyle already made the experience less of a disappointment than most of the other guests at the resort of ten cottages along one side of a large cove. Luckily for the resort, Bobbi and Annie were experienced with dogs and provided some assistance. Annie, however, was the catalyst for turning a completely negative experience into something positive for many of the guests as her obvious enthusiasm and excitement around the a****ls moved others to seek out her guidance and support. Needless to say, the resort got resoundingly negative reviews from all the guests, except for them. They found the resort charming but lacking in professionalism. Annie especially gave a s**thing review of multiple pages outlining the faults and shortcomings of the resort, detailing areas of concerns for the safety of the a****ls and guests. They were convinced, upon their return to the ranch, that that experience was behind them.

One never knows where a “truly remarkable opportunity” might come from, however.

Just under two weeks after their return, they found an email in Jake’s account. It was dated a couple days earlier, but they only check email a couple times a week. The email was from Sylvia Contreras and the first impulse was that it was spam, but the subject line was “I would appreciate your help”. Sylvia Contreras turned out to be the owner of not only the resort, but the island the resort was on. She conveyed her understanding of the failure of the week spent at the resort, which turned out to have been the first group bookings into the new resort. After debriefing the management team and numerous employees, Annie, Bobbi, and Jake’s names were mentioned positively by quite a few. She was beseeching them for a phone discussion at their convenience for her benefit of determining what should happen with the resort. She had closed it down pending her decision.

After a 30 minute phone conversation, which was dominated by Annie as she spoke forcefully about protection for the a****ls and training for the a****ls and staff if contact was going to be encouraged with strangers and guests. Annie was brutal in her emotional input to the woman. The woman insisted that money wasn’t an issue, she would spend it to correct mistakes made before. Annie wasn’t one to be swayed by the power of money and assured the woman that she was mistaken if she felt spending money was going to take care of the problems the resort suffered from. In Annie’s words, “She needed people with passion for both the a****ls and guests. Nothing short of that would change anything.”

A month later and they were back into their life on the ranch. Annie was still very active with the dogs and pony, sometimes with the goat and hogs, but still too nervous about the bulls and horses (except for jerking the horses off). Then, another communication came from Sylvia Contreras. She was coming to Tucson and requested a meeting at her hotel. On the appointed day, the three of them went to the hotel to meet with her, curious what could be the reason for further discussion. But, further discussion was had … throughout the late morning and afternoon. Afterward, she spent an hour on the phone privately, then requested a dinner with them at the restaurant in the hotel.

Once settled at a table in the corner, Sylvia began, “This might sound crazy to you”, she looked directly at Annie, “but, I want to hire you to help me at the resort. I want to start it over with new management, new approach to guests, new approach to everything. I think you can help me.”

Annie looked at her as though she felt she was certifiably crazy. “You don’t even know me. You’ve only got what some employees said and some ideas I gave you.”

“Annie, I can tell about people.”

Jake was trying to stay away from it because it was for Annie, but he couldn’t resist. “Begging your pardon, ma’am, but the last management team would indicate otherwise.”

Sylvia looked at him, then nodded. “I understand. Let me explain. My husband died in the last year. Do you understand about South American men and their wives? He loved me completely, I never doubted it. But, business was his and I … well, I was supposed to enjoy his wealth. I am 56 years old and I never accomplished anything on my own. I have all this money … the number seems unbelievable to me but it is real. I never worried about those things, I just did what he wanted … I enjoyed it. I have had my own fantasies and desires that have gone unfulfilled, unresolved. I loved my husband as much as he loved me. I didn’t want to risk offending him, so I kept those to myself. But now, well, I thought that if I could start a resort like this, maybe I could pursue some of my own fantasies and enjoy some of those pleasures myself. I thought it would be a simple matter. I bought the island resort when it went bankrupt, used some business managers from my husband’s businesses, and poured money into the venture as they directed. I was wrong. That’s why this time it will be different. I am going in hands-on with my own hand-picked teamed of managers.”

Annie still shook her head, “But, I don’t know anything about managing a business or a hotel or resort business.”

The older woman smiled at her, “You don’t have to. I am in the process of hiring a wonderful chef, an experienced hospitality manager, and maintenance manager, all of it. I am in the process of increasing the number of cottages around the cove, building a new barn, pens, and corral for the a****ls. The administrative, restaurant, night club building is being renovated. What I need from you … well … let’s say you have some special passion that the venture needs.”

Bobbi snickered and Sylvia glanced up at her with a smile. Annie looked up, “Exactly what have you in mind for me to do? I am very content here the way we are living.”

“I can see that. I will try to entice you with money, benefits, and perks … plenty of it … even though I sense they aren’t the most important drivers for you. I have a position title in mind, but we can talk about the details. I was thinking about Director of Guest Experiences.”

“Guest Experiences? This is the same resort concept?”

“Annie, let me spell this out clearly. The resort is being reconfigured and repurposed. I want this to be a place where people can experience their erotic fantasies with our assistance. Not just b**stiality, but for couples who want threesomes by adding another woman or man, group experiences, whatever they might fantasize about within the limits of our moral compass. But, b**stiality must be safe, as you’ve stressed … for the a****ls and guests. The a****ls can’t be nervous and untrained. In fact, all of it has to be safe, respectful, and consensual. You would be in charge of assuring that our guests’ fantasies can be realized. That would be fantasies of b**stiality or otherwise. It would be your moral compass dictating what kinds of fantasies we indulge. The new resort will be called, Erotico Fantasia la Isla. In English that would be Erotic Fantasy Island.”

THE END

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Watch for the next installment in the Resurrection Series. Now that Annie Linder is introduced, subsequent installments will be from the first person perspective as she moves through the opportunities she discovers.

As you might have already presumed, the next story will be called:
EROTICO FANTASIA LA ISLA, or EROTIC FANTASY ISLAND
Resurrection Series, Book Two

Featuring: Annie Linder, Director of Guest Experiences