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"Son of a bitch is from California," Nicole said in a conversational tone. "I should have expected this when I married him." Then she crossed her arms and
pulled her T-shirt over her head, exposing a lacy bra. "Let's see just how much 'fun and games' he's prepared to put up with."
Turning toward the trees, she shouted, "Hey, Bob! Hurry up! Time for my peaches!" Bob picked up the basket and headed toward her. The closer he got, the slower he walked. I guess the basket was heavy. Or maybe he was afraid he'd trip, since he was staring at Nicole's nice bra. He finally set down the basket.
I just took those paragraphs right out of the middle of this story and stuck them up there so you'd have some idea what you're getting into.
"So what are you reading these days?"
I can't think of anything more innocuous to ask than that. It was just one of those lunches where everybody is kind of tired and people have already finished trashing their bosses or their employees and stopped complaining because it's raining and generally haven't got much to say. So I threw it out.
Nicole looked at me with a funny little smile. "You really want to know?"
Well, maybe not before I asked, but I sure did after she said that.
"Yeah, Nicole," I said. "Tell us what the modern Franco-American artists' community is reading."
"Nancy Friday. You ever heard of her?"
Well, well. "I may have." These are my best friends, but I am a careful person. "Some kind of feminist stuff, right?"
"Women's fuck fantasies," Beth helpfully supplied. Beth is not a careful person. "I read 'em years ago."
Nicole, who is pretty dark, managed to blush anyhow.
"She's written some other things since, you know," she said accusingly.
"Yeah, but you wouldn't look like that if you were reading the book about her mother." Beth may not be careful, but she's not stupid. "My question is, where do you hide them?"
"Hide them?" Nicole asked. "Uh, yes, I see what you mean. I don't exactly hide them, I just keep them in my desk at work. The kids aren't going in there."
"No." Beth shook her head. "I mean from your husband." We all knew each other's husbands well. We did all sorts of things together, and we women hung out with each other when the guys went off to do guy things.
"He doesn't go in there, either." Nicole managed to blush again.
"I figured," said Beth. "I read the good ones out loud to Steve, but I'm the only woman I ever heard of who didn't hide them from her husband."
"I wasn't married yet when I read them," I answered. No use trying to look innocent in this crowd. They knew me too well.
"Bet you didn't keep them around," Beth observed, spearing a piece of pineapple off her plate with a toothpick. "Might frighten Bob." She daintily put the pineapple in her mouth.
"I guess I do hide them from Ken." Nicole looked at Beth. "Why do I do that?"
"What I said. Might frighten the old man. If you read fantasies, you probably have them. Ergo, you're a crazed nymphomaniac he can't possibly satisfy ever and you're probably going to go down to the Combat Zone and pick up three sailors any day now."
"But I'm not!" Nicole looked shocked. "I've been faithful all these years; I have three kids; I'm thirty-two years old. Why would he think that?"
"He wouldn't," Beth said, "but that's what you're afraid of."
Nicole thought about that. You could practically hear all those little gears grinding away. Then she looked at me.
"Do you hide things from your husband?"
"Not lately. Well, not much, anyhow." My turn to skewer pineapple off Beth's plate. I'd already eaten up all of mine. "But I used to. And Beth's right. We're all afraid to shock the poor dears. Even now, when he knows I write sex stories, I'm a little careful with some things. I'm a good editor--I edit."
"Bob knows you write those stories?"
"Sure," I said. "I spent so much time at the computer I had to tell him. Also, I was so proud of the first one I had to show it to him. Especially since it was about the time we went to the opera with Beth and Steve. He laughed like hell. I was afraid he'd blow a gasket, but he didn't. I think he's kind of pleased I'm so literary." I smiled.
"Bet you didn't show him the Sandman one," Beth said.
"I did, too! He thought it was--I quote--'kind of cute.' Warmed him up a bit, I recall." Remembering, I found myself smiling again.
"So I'm the only coward around," Nicole said.
"No, you're not." Beth looked up at me fiercely. "Janey, if you eat that last piece of pineapple I'll jab you with this toothpick." She turned back to Nicole. "We're all cowards. See, we've got these guys. Really fine husbands. We're wives. If we fuck up and they leave, who are we then? Single mothers? Gay divorcees? Yuck. So we're careful. Janey and I are noted for being 'liberated,' but we're not. Not really. I haven't told Steve about the little orgy I attended when I was in B School. No way. I'm supposed to make him happy, not shake him up."
"I don't think Bob ever knew about that football poster I had over my bed in college, and I don't really see any need to tell him I have a thing for linebackers, do you?" I took the pineapple anyhow and she didn't strike. But I hollered at the waiter and made him bring us another plate of fruit along with the check. You never can tell. "Haven't told him about the tight end I had this little arrangement with senior year, either. Never did score a linebacker, though. Pity."
"You have a thing about linebackers and you married that string bean?" Nicole laughed.
"I don't want to be married to one, but I could find some other uses for them," I said.
"Why not quarterbacks? They're supposed to have brains."
"Not required, and they're too little." This time I used my fork on a chunk of honeydew. "Brains I wanted to be married to. Different thing."
"Don't mind little sawed-off oil men, either, do you, dear?" Beth has a wonderful smile. She was referring to her husband, our hard man, who, despite his short stature, is the toughest business man and general hardass I ever have had the pleasure of, uh, meeting.
"If I can't get a linebacker," I said with extreme nonchalance.
Nicole was mystified.
"What the *hell* are you two taking about?"
"Tell us about your fantasies, Nicole," I said, picking up the subject bodily and throwing it as far as I could.
"Well, they aren't linebackers." She started to blush again, but not quite so much. "All right, I'll tell you. I dream of orgies. Just little orgies. With my friends." Then she did blush.
"Us? You mean us? Must be--you don't have any other friends." I sort of giggled. I do not giggle. Except sometimes, and then only sort of...
"I have plenty of other friends." She threatened to throw a strawberry at me. "But sometimes, yeah, I have little orgies in my head with you guys. More with your husbands." Back to blush city. "I never, ever, thought I'd tell that to anybody at all, ever."
"Not even Ken?" I asked innocently...
"Especially not Ken. You think I 'm crazy?"
"See? That's what I mean," said Beth. "How do you know he's not just itching to get his hands on Janey's left boob?"
"You can leave my boobs out of this, " I said.
"OK, I have a left boob, too." Beth stood up, the organ in question modestly covered by her dress-for-success suit. "Think he'd like a little taste? He does look, you know. They all look. I have to go, anyhow. You dear people may be ladies of leisure, but I have a company to run. Maybe we can continue this on the weekend."
We both stood and gave her little cheek kisses and Beth hurried off, her heels clacking on the tiled floor. The Trident isn't exactly an upscale restaurant. When she'd gone, we sat down again and Nicole turned to me.
"I am simply amazed at her. OK, she looks like the sexpot of the century, but she's always so, so together. Sure, she jokes all the time and throws out innuendoes, but I never realized she analyzed behavior like that."
"She is indeed the sexpot of the century," I said, "and she makes money by knowing how people operate. She wouldn't know Shakespeare from Adam's off ox, but she reads all kinds of stuff to keep informed. She probably knows more practical psychology than I do, and I studied the stuff in school."
"Well, she made me think."
"Ah, Nicole." I sort of gazed off into the distance. "These orgies. Have you always had that kind of fantasy? Or is it something recent?"
Nicole thought for a minute. "No, they're fairly recent. That's odd, now that you mention it--ten years ago I'd have thought an orgy was disgusting. Just
sex--no romance. I wonder what's changed?"
"Well, I'm not sure, but I think it's age." I speared another piece of pineapple and poured the last of my tea out of the darling little china pot. "I'm not sure, but I think women get more interested in sex for the sake of sex as they get older. I wish I knew some other people to ask about that. But I'm exactly like you. I still like romance, but now that I'm older the idea of an orgy doesn't exactly turn me off."
"So I'm not a pervert?"
"Either you're not, or we both are," I said. "Nice to have company."
"Well, it's all fantasy anyhow, so I guess it doesn't matter." Nicole took the last strawberry and ate it, then started reaching for her bag. "We have to go, too, we've both got kids to pick up. So let's get out of here. I'm going to think some more as soon as I get the chance. They really aren't that fragile, are they? I mean our husbands. Are they?"
"Nobody's done a study as far as I know, but that's the way they get treated. We're supposed to be icons of purity, and we're just part of the grand conspiracy. Can't rock the boat. Women are mostly wimps. Good combat soldiers, I hear, but frightened to death if they think something might threaten a relationship." I got up and we headed down Newbury Street for our cars.
That weekend all six of us were up at my in-laws' camp in Maine. Beth and Steve, Bob and I, and Nicole and Ken. On Friday afternoon, after we got there and unpacked, we sat around in the shade in what we call the back yard, just
relaxing after a hard week. It was hot. Not like Texas in July, but pretty warm. In New England, you never know what the weather's going to be like, and sometimes we get warm spells in mid-September. We'd already been swimming in the dinky little pool to cool off. My kids and Nicole's were running around doing kid things.
Beth and Steve had just bought this place way to hellangone off in southern New Hampshire. We talked about their new acquisition, and decided to go take a look at it. She runs an accounting firm, and she had just stolen this eighty-acre farm, which included a rundown, beat up old house with a lot of worn-out furniture in it, from a client who was having a tiny cash flow problem. She
relieved him of this albatross at a very reasonable price. The client had intended to make a showplace out of it, but the market made a showplace out of him first. Options are like that, I understand.
"Hey, Alan!" I shouted. This raggedy-looking kid I inadvertently produced eleven years ago was running by, chasing one of Nicole's boys. He skidded to a stop. They toe the line around my house.
"Huh?" he said. He was looking at me as if I were a Spanish Inquisitor. "What you want, Mom?"
"We've all decided to go over to New Hampshire tomorrow to look at the farm Beth and Steve just got," I said. "You guys can come along, or you can stay here with the parents, OK? How about you find out what the rest of 'em want to do and let me know?"
"OK," he said, obviously considering the possibilities. "Lemme talk to Gramma first."
"Sure," I said, "Just let me know. We're going to take picnic gear, and we'll probably be gone all day."
By nine o'clock the next morning all three couples were in our old minivan, heading toward Portsmouth. I'll tell you about that place sometime, too, but not now. The five kids had decided to stay at the camp with the old folks, largely, I expect, because Gramma had promised them a trip to the beach, complete with all the gooey trimmings. Nicole and Ken were delighted--they hardly ever got off anywhere without their three kids. Nicole's folks still lived in Fort Kent, and Ken's were way out west. I'm one of those lucky people with wonderful in-laws quite nearby. Of course, they make us take the kids back after only a day or so, but by then we're usually glad to see the dear things again.
Taking the back roads, we made the trip in about an hour. Bob was driving; Beth, sitting next to him, was the navigator.
"We're getting close. Turn at the house where the white dog barks." That's how you give directions in New Hampshire.
Bob saw the dog and turned, and about a hundred feet later Beth directed him through a broken gate. She made me promise not to tell you where the place is, but you probably couldn't find it even if I did. Lots of white dogs in New Hampshire.
We drove up this rutted road through a broad field of grass that came up to the car windows. Beth said she'd hired somebody to hack down the brush for thirty or forty yards around the house, and she'd had the electricity and the water pump turned on...
"We've only been here a couple of times, so it's still a total mess," she warned us. When we finally got to the house, we were pleasantly surprised to find that it hadn't actually fallen down. The paint was pretty shot, but the big wrap-around porch was only sagging in a few places.
We all piled out of the car and started wandering. Rusty parts of old tractors were half buried here and there, but on the whole the place was kind of pleasant. It was very quiet--you could hear a nuthatch going "quick-quick" in a huge old maple tree not far from the house, and now and then a little breeze made the grass rustle. The sun shone, the air smelled fresh. It had been cool that morning, but it was warming up fast. Not your typical New England day.
"Come on around back," Beth said. "I want to show you the orchard. It's just a lot of old sad-looking little trees, but it's got possibilities, I'm told." Her voice sounded loud in the silence.
So we traipsed around to the back of the house and found the shade. An old wooden picnic table stood there waiting for us. The orchard started around a hundred feet from the back door; maybe ten rows of ten trees, all about fifteen to twenty feet tall and thickly covered with leaves. You could see the odd fruit here and there. Ken and Steve went ahead. Just inside the trees they stopped.
"Hey, Beth," Ken said, raising his voice. "You've got a real orchard here!"
Coming up to him, Beth said, "What do you mean? Of course it's an orchard."
"No, look." He waved an arm at the trees. "Look at those--on this side they're covered with peaches, and on that side there are at least three kinds of apples!"
We all gawked. Sure enough, there was fruit everywhere. None of the trees was exactly loaded, but most of them had a few branches sporting medium-size
peaches or apples, and fruit flies were working on the windfalls.
Beth reached up and picked a peach off a low branch and took a big bite out of it. Everybody stood and watched. You get fruit at a supermarket, right? Not off a tree.
"It's good!" she said, looking startled. Then she took another big bite. Juice ran down her chin and dripped on her chest. She wasn't wearing a shirt, just a red bandanna tied around her breasts, so the juice had a clear field, so to speak. A little river started running down into the valley.
Ken stood there, doing a topographical survey. He glanced over at Nicole and looked back at Beth. Then he put a hand on Beth's shoulder, leaned down, and licked a wide swath right across the top of one breast.
"Yummy!" he said.
"You bastard!" Nicole said, smiling.
"You didn't want me to let that nice juice go to waste, did you?" said Ken defensively, eyeing his wife. Beth started laughing.
"Better corral this guy, Nicole," she said. "I'm for sure going to eat the rest of this peach!"
"Here, have one, Janey," said Steve, pulling a couple of peaches off the tree. "You, too, Nicole." He handed one to each of us. "Eat up!" He winked at Beth. Bob, on the other hand, was studying his peach carefully. I could tell he wasn't at all sure this whole scene was quite what it should be. Me, I go with the flow. Mostly.
I looked at Nicole. She looked at me. Both of us smiled at the same time.
"If you think I'm going to take off my shirt to eat this, you're crazy!" she said. Like me, she had on a designer T-shirt. Hers said Kennebunk Lumber. Mine said Maine Diner.
"Heck," said Steve. "It's warm enough I'd think you'd want to shed as much as you can." He started struggling out of his own T-shirt. It was just plain white. The crisis apparently over, Bob and Ken immediately followed suit. Everybody was wearing shorts, so there was an awful lot of untrammeled male on view. I really like that kind of view a lot.
Nicole came over close to me. "I never saw Beth like this before," she said in a near-whisper. "I mean, we've known all of you for years, but she asked for that. She talks a good game, sometimes, but still."
"Vintage Beth," I said. "You know she's an accountant. For months she has enough numbers in her head to start a calculator factory, then, once in a while, not often, she turns into Beth Bonks Baltimore or something. We're used to it. I'm surprised you never noticed. Don't let it bug you."
All four of us had been hanging around with Beth and Steve since they moved to Boston a couple of years ago. I'd known Beth since we were freshmen in college. Nicole and Ken owned three frame shops, one for the summer people in Kennebunk and two that were open year-round in Boston, so we were able to spend a lot of time together. Ken, the laid-back California artist, and my husband, the uptight history prof from New England, had mysteriously found each other fascinating some years back, and they both thought Steve was something
from outer space and admired him at the same time. I was the only one who knew the real Beth, though, and I saw an enthralling day beginning to develop. Except I wasn't sure "enthralling" was the right word. Alarming, maybe?
Beth continued to eat the peach. The juice continued to drip. When she finished the first one she grabbed another. She managed to contort herself so that her whole chest was soaked in peach juice. Bob and Steve apparently decided to get in the game, so pretty soon she had three guys lapping like Cocker Spaniel puppies at the water bowl, pushing each other away to get in a lick, hollering, carrying on.
"Hey, guys," Beth yelled, "Take it easy!" She dodged away and tugged at her bandanna, which was beginning to slip. Her husband shoved my husband out of
the way and got in a big lick.
"More!" shouted Ken, moving in like a bulldozer.
Nicole stood there open-mouthed and watched. She forgot to eat her peach. Then she turned to me again with a nasty grin on her face.
"I'll bet she's already got at least one bedroom in this old place fixed up with mirrors on the ceiling. And by the way, those are our husbands over there making spectacles of themselves."
"I did notice that," I said. I took a bite of my peach, carefully leaning forward to avoid unseemly drips. Then, gesturing at Nicole's quite respectable chest, I said to her, "You could compete fairly effectively, I expect, if you wanted to get them away from her."
"I think I'll start hauling the picnic baskets around here instead," she said. "Dam' fools!" Then she stalked off around the corner of the house, heading for the car. I followed, finishing my peach on the way--carefully.
We'd barely gotten the lid lifted on the back end of the van when Beth skipped up, still tugging her bandanna back into place. She was carrying a wet towel, and looked perfectly normal.
"Thought I'd help," she said. "There's a lot of this stuff."
"What'd you do with all the tongues?" I asked.
"I think they're still hanging out," she said. "But I have some things I want you two to help me with. The attic is full of old quilts and things, and I want to get them out to air."
"Funny," Nicole said. "The guys were acting like they were looking forward to an early lunch."
Beth laughed. "Relax, Nicole," she said. "The orgy doesn't start until later."
"Hmpf," said Nicole, heading back toward the puppy pound, carrying a laundry basket full of food.
"Kind of uptight, isn't she?" said Beth. "It's the fucking weekend. Time to let down our hair."
"Uh, well," I said, "I think maybe she hasn't had your advantages. Some things take a little getting used to."
"Sure," said Beth. As it happens, Beth does a lovely number in wicked smiles. "But she does have fantasies. I shall personally arrange for her to get a crash course in weekend fun."
"Don't you dare pull anything, you little creep!" I said. "Nicole is a fine upstanding citizen and she's a good friend of yours and mine both."
"Her husband's upstanding, too," said Beth. "Did you notice?"
"Please pick up that bowl of potato salad and proceed to the back yard, would you, dear?" Arguing with Beth is not one of the things I do well. I'm an artist at ignoring her, however.
The gentlemen got sent back to the car to bring around the coolers full of assorted drinks. Beth eyed the orchard for a moment, then remembered she had work to get done.
"Want to look around inside?" she asked. "Some of the furniture is fairly good. And the old wallpaper is still hanging on in some of the rooms. Then we can haul down the quilts." She turned to Steve, who was just coming around the corner of the house with an icebox.
"We're going inside for a minute," she said to him. "Why don't you guys get out some of those lovely K-Mart lawn chairs we bought last week?" Then she and Nicole and I walked up the rickety wooden steps to the back door.
Nicole was mistaken--no mirrors in the master bedroom. It was clean, though, and there was a double bed along with two night tables and a couple of slightly uncomfortable looking antique rockers.
"I got this fixed up last weekend," Beth said. "We have to take off work and camp up here for a few days until we figure out what to do next. The telephone is supposed to be here soon, so Steve can do business while I sort out the contractors."
Two other bedrooms were empty, and the bath was old, but the water and the lights worked. The old flowered wallpaper was pretty. Beth and Steve wouldn't suffer too much, I figured. Each of us took two or three of the old quilts and a pillow or two and trudged back down the stairs into the back yard. Bob and Steve were tossing around a softball somebody found in the car, which tends to be full of kiddie droppings. Ken had whipped out the ever-present sketchbook and was sitting in a lawn chair, drawing away.
Beth took us over to one side of the "yard"--that is, the more or less cleared ground--and we spread the quilts out.
"These probably aren't worth saving," she said, "but a dealer wants to look at them. They're way too heavy to sleep under any time we're likely to be here."
All laid out they looked inviting, colorful and soft, even though some of them were tattered and torn. Some were in the sun, some in the shade. Beth went over to a sunny spot and plopped herself down.
"Probably the last sunny day until next June," she said. "I'm just going to lie here and get fried."
Nicole and I carried over lawn chairs and sat down beside her. It was glorious, just sitting there in the sun, nothing to do, nobody screaming for Mommy and
nothing to clean up. I'd just about relaxed when Ken came wandering over, his sketch book left in his chair.
"Hey, Beth, wouldn't you like another peach?" he said, grinning. "Bob said he was going to bring over a basket full." Bob was headed for the orchard, all right, carrying one of the laundry baskets. He'd emptied its contents--most of our
lunch--onto the table.
Beth just lay there with her eyes closed. Then she opened one eye and looked at Ken...
"If I'm going to be somebody's peachsicle again, I'm going to have company," she said. "Hey, Jane, want to eat peaches?"
"I'm beginning to have the odd feeling that she has something more than eating peaches in mind," Nicole said to me. "Tell me I'm wrong."
"Uh, I think you might be right," I said. "She does seem to have, uh, something in mind. Do you have something in mind, Beth?"
"Me?" Beth said. "I just like to eat peaches. And these are good ones."
"Juicy, I noticed," Nicole said.
"Yes," said Beth. "That can pose a problem. Or maybe it can pose an opportunity. We could have a peach feast."
"I'll go help Bob," Ken said, then he wandered off. My husband is your typical workaholic; naturally he'd found a job to do. Ken seemed to be wondering what he'd started. He hadn't started it, but I don't think he knew that.
"This feast she's talking about," Nicole said. "You don't mind your husband sharing in this little feast?" She seemed to have stopped smiling.
"Well... Strange things sometimes happen when we're with Beth and Steve."
"Yeah," said Nicole. "Strange." She rose and marched up to her husband, who was standing a few yards away watching Bob pick peaches.
"Hey," she said, getting just a little too close and looking right up into his face. "Have you noticed anything odd going on here?"
"I suppose you could say that," he answered with a little smile. "Why?"
"Why?" she said. "Why?" Then she took a deep breath. "What I think is that we are about to be treated to a strip tease. Maybe two strips tease. At the very least. Doesn't that bother you at least a little?"
"Oh, hell, Nick," he said. "Don't be so uptight. It's all just fun and games. Nothing to get in a stew about." Nicole stood there staring at him for a long minute. Then she turned away and came back to where I was standing.
"Son of a bitch is from California," she said in a conversational tone. "I should have expected this when I married him." Then she crossed her arms and pulled
her T-shirt over her head, exposing a lacy bra. "Let's see just how much 'fun and games' he's prepared to put up with."
Turning toward the trees, she shouted, "Hey, Bob! Hurry up! Time for my peaches!" Bob picked up the basket and headed toward her. The closer he got, the slower he walked. I guess the basket was heavy. Or maybe he was afraid he'd trip, since he was staring at Nicole's nice bra. He finally set down the basket.
"Here you go," he said, continuing the examination with interest. I didn't blame him; most women don't wear lacy bras under their T-shirts. As a matter of fact, some of us don't wear any bra at all under our T-shirts when it's hot. Like me, for instance. I thought I'd wait and see a couple more cards before I joined this peach-eating contest.
Nicole reached down into the basket and picked out a nice peach with a red blotch on it. Everybody stood still and watched. She leaned forward and took a bite. Then she straightened up and took another bite. That juice sure knew where to fall. My husband looked at me with a little grin. Then he put a hand on each of Nicole's shoulders, leaned over, and licked, as expected. He straightened up smiling.
"Yummy!" he said. Then he leaned over again, his hands still on her shoulders, and gave Nicole a big kiss. She put up with it for a second then jumped backward, slapping a hand off her shoulder.
"Hey!" she said. "I thought we were eating peaches!"
"You're a peach, Sweetie!" Steve said, elbowing Bob aside. "I'll eat you any time!"
My, my.
I knew already that Steve liked tiny little accountants and great big hulks with messy hair, but that persuaded me that he had really catholic tastes.
About this time Ken came over and stood next to me.
"I'm beginning to think you guys have been engaging in various practices we weren't told about."
"You started it," I said. "Beth was just innocently eating her peach, and you started it!"
"Yeah," he said, smirking. "But Beth has never done anything innocently in her whole life."
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A SATURDAY IN SEPTEMBER The roommate is away-- four days in Vegas-- work seminar. It's Saturday. And it's 94 fucking degrees. I have absolutely nothing to do. The pool. I'll spend the day at the pool. Sunbathing and reading a book and chilling in the water. Nice! I pack my gear, head down, set up in a cabana, jump in the water, jump out, lay down and crack my book. My cell phone rings. Lucy. Roommates girlfriend. Cool-stoner-hot chick, petite and blonde. Small but nice tits. Hot body. Oozes...
September was half over and I was having an existential crisis. The days that I could lay out back on the deck in a bikini were dwindling quickly and I was standing in my closet trying to decide between a revealing pink thong bikini or a cute floral print brief with side ties.“Just pick one, Bonnie,” I mumbled to myself, “before the sun’s gone down.”Floral print, then. Not like I was trying to impress anyone. I just wanted to lie out on the chaise and soak up the sun while reading the latest...
MasturbationIf the story I am about to relate seems incredulous, I, as the protagonist, was far more stunned than you as it unfolded.The 12th of September was like any other day. What I didn’t realize was that it would become a life-changing experience. As my doorbell rang I walked to the door and opened it. In retrospect, I must admit that there was something very familiar about the person standing in my doorway.“Hi,” I said inquiringly after opening the door.“Hi,” he answered in a thick accented Italian,...
Gay MaleSunday afternoon: Debra called, wanting to talk; first about Jennie Lynne, second about her husband, and third about Megan. After telling me how the baby was growing and changing, she boasted about Charlie, how much air time he was getting, and how devoted he was to his daughter. I braced myself for the third subject. "Sammy, I think you should know the reason Megan is avoiding you. Her parents blame you for persuading her to go to Florida and staying the entire month of June." "That's...
"This isn't getting us anywhere," Steve complained. "We've been doing this counseling thing for five weeks now and we're just going round and round in circles." He was looking at Mr. Houston and ignoring Barbara as much as he could. "But I told you. I understand now that I should never have agreed to meet with Chad... even if it was just to say good-bye," Barbara protested. "I admit it! It was wrong, but I can't go back and change it now. "And I was wrong to let Jimmie get so...
Okay, so here's how this story came about. It's loosely autobiographical. Once upon a time, many years ago, I really did play lead guitar in a reasonably successful local rock band. Our repertoire was pretty much standard bar-band covers: Zeppelin, Stones, Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd, with a smattering of CCR, Bob Seger, Eric Clapton, AC/DC and Van Halen. Later on, in an attempt to broaden our appeal we added a few more contemporary bands, like Our Lady Peace, The Tragically Hip, Pearl Jam...
Janey moaned as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She was lying naked on her bed, her legs spread widely. She had been so horny all day. Her clit was aching, throbbing for relief, for the feel of a hard cock stuck up her tight, wet cunt. Janey rubbed her nipples, wishing she had a strong, sexy man on top of her to nibble and suck on them instead. She then moved one hand to her clit, which was already dripping with her hot arousal. Her wetness was running all over her legs, soaking up...
Group SexAUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS STORY TIES IN WITH "A SEASON OF DARKNESS" JANEY and DAVE PART 2 1. A storm was coming. David Henson had known it the moment he'd opened his eyes that morning. He always knew when there was a storm drifting up from the south, just sort of sensed it brooding in the distance like an ugly black secret. His grandmother had been able to do the same thing; predict the weather, sometimes days in advance. She'd been a spooky old lady, his grandma. Eighty-nine years...
Janey and the Wildcats - Part 3 (Conclusion) The following morning I woke with my head nestled in the crook of Mick's arm. He was snoring softly, a sheen of dry, iridescent matter, like a butterfly's wing, coated his lower lip; his dark hair, loosed from its ponytail, was splayed over his pillow. I though he looked achingly cute. I rose carefully so as not to wake him, and removed by bra and panties, replacing them with clean ones, then put on the same outfit I had on the night...
JANEY & DAVE 1. On a perfect spring morning at the very beginning of May, a boy named Dave Henson was sauntering down Memorial Drive, a lanky red-haired boy trailing a bright red yo-yo from his right hand. School had been out for just over a week and the sidewalks were wavering with soft white heat. It was a fine day to be twelve years old with the entire summer spread out before you. Ridgewick was a sleepy little burg famed for its clement seasons, the kind of place you...
Janey came home from school and stomped upstairs. The 16-year-old was still angry that her mother had secretly married and moved them to the other end of the country away from her friends and to a new school she hated. She has made few friends and was struggling in classes as the school taught different subjects to the ones she had done before.She also really disliked her stepdad. She saw how he looked at her. Undress=ng her with his eyes. He never missed a chance to hug her or squeeze by. She...
They drove slowly. Plenty of trucks pipped their horns and she saw the drivers laughing.At one set of lights a truck pulled up alongside Jim’s open top car. Janey went to pull down her skirt but Jim growled “Don’t even think about it slut.”Janey sat giving the lorry driver a view of her nylon clad legs and her white cotton panties.Before the lights changed a piece of paper dropped in the car. Jim grabbed it. The note read follow me.He laughed and said, “we have time so why not.”The lorry moved...
Janey lay gasping. She could not believe her pervert stepdad had made her cum like that.Her body was still shaking form the intensity of the orgasm this old man had given her. Jim was staring at her firm teen body and laughed/“I knew you were a slut like your mum. Now my turn to cum.*Janey knew he was going to fuck her she begged him not to. She told him he was virgin.“ Fuck I assumed you had been getting cock. Especially as your mum said you were on the pill. This is going to be better than I...
Janey woke the next morning shocked at the night’s events. She was disgusted but excited by what Jim had done to her. She had imagined her first time to be romantic with a boy she loved not rough with an old man she hated. But she had to admit she had cum and her body had enjoyed the sensation of being Jim’s plaything.She went to the bathroom confused thoughts going around in her head. She went to lock the door and found the lock was gone. Clearly some pervy idea of Jim’s. She shrugged and...
Chapter 1: Master Librarians Once More "Are you ready, Jack?" Annie asked, waving her Master Librarian card at him. After their last mission, she had found it in the bottom of her old jewelry box and now kept it in her wallet. She was dressed for a casual outing in jeans and a light blue t-shirt, but Jack wore his usual cargo pants and a collared shirt. He had grown used to the more professional look while in college, a common mode of dress among archeology students. Jack examined his own...
Carol looked briefly up from the cock she was gently sucking, and was shocked again at the sight that greeted her. Somehow, for no explicable reason, it brought all back the carefully suppressed memories. She had not had a very happy childhood, not because she was mistreated, or anything like that, but because she had, to a certain extent, been ignored. Her brother Ben, older than her by nearly three years, had had Multiple Sclerosis, diagnosed when he was just three months old. Their parents...
Two Conferences Corinne Aimes, founder, director and part owner of Inward Bound, is at her desk, dealing with emails, when her telephone rings. "Corinne?" the voice at the other end of the line says. "Charlotte!" Corinne replies, as she recognises her friend. "I just had a follow up telephone call with Fifty. Well, yesterday evening actually." "How'd it go?" "She seems to be settling back in to her home and work routine." "Good. It could have been difficult, after what she...
10 Months, 384 Days After Jenny's Disappearance I am standing in the office at Ink Inc, looking over Ros Buchannan's shoulder at an image of me on the computer screen. A complex Celtic pattern swirls up my right leg, across the top of my bum, up my back, over my left shoulder and onto my pec. It sends a spur down towards the crack between my buttocks and another towards my right scapula. Ros is just as attractively dressed as she was last time. Today she wears a close fitting white tank...
Janey lay on the bed, her cunt still twitching from her recent orgasm. "I'm ready now." she whispered after breaking off a deep, wet, sloppy kiss. "Are you sure?" I said, hovering over her."Yes," she sighed. "I want you inside me, bro. I want my first time with a man to be special."I pressed myself into her prone form, kissing her neck. "I love you, Sis, and I want this to be special, too."I kissed down her throat until I reached her left nipple."You have no idea how long I have...
IncestI've always wanted to try and write a story, so here goes. This is a true story about a girl I was going out with and how we discovered that she was a squirter. Hope you enjoy. Janey was a natural redhead, perky 34c's, a nice big sexy bubble butt and a gorgeous tight little pussy! She was a hairdresser so was a very bubbly and fun girl, with a sex drive that matched my own.She had been with a few guys before and had a mediocre sex life with them, mostly with them fumbling around and leaving her...
Janey sat down in the booth at the diner. She looked across the table and saw a middle-aged woman with gray streaks showing in her once auburn hair and bags under her eyes. Her mother looked, as they say, as if she had been ridden hard and put away wet.” “OK Mom. What do you want?” she asked. “That’s no way to greet your mother. We haven’t seen each other for such a long time,” Amanda replied. The younger woman hesitated a moment before speaking. “Mom you took off about, what — a year and...
I had been writing and posting stories on a web site where I could tell of my adventures in life. I got my start with sex by fucking my dog. It turned out to be a great time in my life. To this day, I still would rather have sex with a big cocked dog that any man. I had a few wonderful years living with a great bi-sexual named Teri. I have written about her. She loves to dog fuck also. The years with her was a non stop fuck fest. The most enjoyable thing we did was for us to be in the 69...
Janey had taken all she could. She was so horny and with her homely looks, she was not about to get some good lovin. She finally said, enough is enough. She had gone to a local flea market and was able to get all the items she thought she would need. Firstly she bought two cheap stun guns. At another booth she bought two pair of handcuffs. In a booth that an old lady was running, that did sewing's and knitting, she bought two blind folds for night sleeping. The horny ass bitch bought these...
Basking in the afterglow of a first-class blowjob, I watched in awe as my little sister Janey slowly stripped. First, she exposed her breasts, and fine specimens they were. B cups. Proportionate to her slender figure. Cone-shaped with puffy nipples. I felt myself harden as I imagined how they would feel in my mouth."I'll bet your not too concerned about the fact that these belong to your little sister," she said leaning over and dangling them in front of my face. I shook my head, 'no' and...
IncestIt was a Friday night and I was home, in my room, watching my favorite Nicky Huntsman porn clip. You know the one, where her 'father' comes to her room complaining that mom's being a bitch and would she do 'that thing' and they end up fucking. My boxers were at half staff and my sisters' panties were wrapped around my shaft, when, who should appear, but my little sister Janey."Hey Robby, wanna watch a mov...Oh shit! Sorry! " she said as she rounded the corner and stepped into my room....
Incest"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Sitka sat on the chaise-lounge stroking his lover's fine blond hair, "You don't have to." "But you said everyone shares." Jahke smiled up at him, hands tracing distracted patterns over his own abdomen, "And it's Shindae's birthday." "I just want you to be happy Jahke." "I am happy." The boy reached out for the big horned demon and stole a kiss, "Really." It had been months since Jahke had arrived at the house and it hadn't taken long...
“Things get fun?” I asked “It’s like I mentioned. Some dads like to trade if their girl is into it.” John continued. “I don’t know, Carol and I are pretty new to this.” “All the more reason to get involved. Check out the scene. It’s a brave new world out there.” John said laughing. “The girls have already been talking about it. Carol’s excited to go.” “OK,” I said grudgingly. “I’m in.” The meeting started with the dads and daughters sitting in the living room of a large house in a...
I will admit, I was disappointed with my gifts this year. I know, family is supposed to give thoughtful gifts, but you would think my husband might remember that I was a woman, and get me something to share. Not likely, and the more I notice what I’m missing, the more I become willing to share with those that are noticing I’m a woman. Which is how I keep getting into trouble now.Like the first day back to work after the big red guy makes his deliveries. I’m not sure how it became an every week...
Val Smyth was still glowing after the fucking that nineteen-year-old Seb Connors had given her the previous night when she phoned her friend Christine Illingworth. "Hi Chris, well I did it," announced Val."Did what?" asked a still sleepy Christine."Fucked Seb Connors of course," replied Val."Shit, you didn't, was he good?" asked the mid-fifties Christine of her similar-aged friend."Yeah, fucking amazing, I told him that you fancy him too," said Val."You did, what did he say?" responded the now...
MatureThe jazz group Four Play was playing softly over the hum of the big 4X4's tires. Bob James and Lee Rittenour were weaving their usual seamless and delightfully rich acoustic fabric as the western slope of the Sierra foothills fell away behind us. We'd fallen silent in the Scout after loading up our backpacking gear and getting some more ice for the chest near the exit of the National Forest. I was driving and Jean was looking out the passenger's window as we sat silently in our own...
LETTER FROM PORTLAND ? Dear Shoeblossom, ? Last night I was kneeling in the corner after one of Margaux's big parties.Covered in semen and labial juices from one hundred different guests, I was weeping quietly and seriously exhausted. ? As I knelt, George Crenshaw, my neighbor, walked by me, buttoning up his coat and snorting. He'd whacked his cock back and forth across my face, and kicked me in the balls before fucking my 23 year old daughter right in front of me. ? Danckwerth Dieudonne, my...
The sound of rain… heavy… dark… compelling. A woman stands at the long bank of floor to ceiling windows – rivulets of heavy prisms dance against the expanse of thick glass. The city – alive and glowing – shines in throbbing bursts through the rain. The electric pulse of a million hearts sprawls in decadent splendor thirty stories below. The penthouse. Cool modern excess in a world of overindulgence and narcissism. Everything is for sale, even the slender blonde gazing pensively into the rain...
“A surfeiting of terror soon makes terror a cliché.”-Richard Matheson, “I Am Legend”*Dora’s ghost and Jill’s ghost left the basement at midnight, dragging chains all the way up the apartment building’s thirteen floors. The chains were Dora’s idea. “If we’re going to haunt people, we should have chains,” she said. Jill thought it was silly, but she didn’t argue. Dora had always gotten her way when they were alive, and some things never changed.While they haunted the apartments, they told scary...
SupernaturalSunday, just after church, Bill came by to go to the park with me. He and Kate were in the living room, flirting back and forth, when I got back there after changing out of my Sunday church clothes. Kate was sitting across from Bill, her dress carelessly drifted up so that you could see her legs above the knees. I asked her how her Hungarian language studies were coming, and she got up and left in a big huff. I then reminded Bill about the deal that he had proposed, and which I had...
This guy might be dangerous; she’d only met him once and didn’t know him that well. Sure he’d bought her a couple of drinks even a light lunch, but she didn’t really know him. Seemed pleasant enough but openly admitted that her fantasies had awoken something in him, something dark, sinister, dangerous even. Could she trust him? Could she be alone with him and let him act out his desires, her fantasies? Biting her lip as he flashed a smile at her she already knew the answer. His eyes were too...
Hello dosto to title dekhkar hi aap samaz gaye ki story ke do main character hai mom raveena aur naukar ramu kaka . Mom ki age 45 hai .Par wo ek sadharan housewife hone ke bawjood na usko dekhkar uspe marne wale kam huye nahi uski figure me koi fark aya.Sabse khas to uski gand jo sabhi ko sabse jada pasand aayegi.Mom badi hi gussel hai koi bhi use ghurake dekhe ye use bilkul pasand nhi.Mom aur papa roj chudai karte the magar papa ki death ke bad mom ne shayad hi chudai ki hogi.Usne pura time...
Part 2: Discovery May 11th 2007: Jennifer stood staring at the damn door. It used to be called the basement door, now in her mind it was the damn door. It was solid oak, like all the doors in the house, but this one was always locked. The normal handle lock was present, but there was also a heavy deadbolt, which was driving her insane. A deadbolt for a door going from inside the house to a basement with no door outside was paranoid wasn’t it? Jennifer worked in the house, forty hours a week,...
Just this week I had one of the oddest experiences of my life. I won - that's right, I won - the right to fuck my buddy's wife, and he watched me do it. It all started one Tuesday afternoon when a bunch of us stopped for a beer after work. What usually happens when a bunch of guys get together after work is the conversation starts about the work place, progresses to sports, and usually ends up being about women. This time was no different. We started on the relative merits of our new...
Sins of the Ancestor: part 3 I drove with a plan through the streets of York. I had grown up in this area and knew it in a way only a misbehaved child could. I wasn't concerned about locking Sara in, she had spare keys to get out, and it had bought me time. If she had rushed out, I wasn't sure that I had the strength to fight her off. That would change though, soon as I got my plan in action. Speaking of which... "Yeah, twenty Chicken McNuggets, a Big Mac meal and two...
The sound of the doorbell caused both Stephanie and Jeff to freeze for a moment. It had to be Kim, Stephanie thought, she was to drop by so they could go to tonight's party together. Kim was always embarrassed by her white and rusted-out Aries K-car, an unreliable car at best. Stephanie renewed her struggles to get free of her bonds, praying there would be some give to any one of them. She wanted to warn Kim as well as getting help for herself. Even as she squirmed, she felt the stranger...
Pepper’s Honeymoon – Part 5 – Topless Snorkeling with Dennis & Valerie Thursday, September 6, 1985We woke to the sound of the phone ringing. I answered and thanked the resort desk for the wakeup call. I made the girls get up and start getting ready. I told them that the sun can get intense out on a boat so wear a covering top and shorts over their bikinis and to bring their hats and lots of suntan lotion. They asked if anyone else was on the snorkel trip and I told them I had no idea,...
My name is Ryan and I'm 26 years old. In my life I've been blessed to know a number of beautiful women. So that you can see what I'm talking about, let me give you a little image: http://img688.imageshack.us/i/composite.jpg/ Starting in the top row and working our way along, I'll give you a full description of each of these ladies. Top left is Sarah, my girlfriend. She's 23 years old with jet black hair, brown eyes, and big, firm 34DDs that you can see nicely in the picture of her in the...
Paul ranted and raved about Beth’s call. He was furious and at one point blamed Dena. “Bitch! When I told you who was on the phone, why did you suck my cock?” Dena straddled him and put his face into her chest. She wasn’t wanting to fuck this time. She had to calm him down. Paul layed his cheek on her tit and asked, “What am I going to do?” Dena stroked his head and thought. “Didn’t you tell her there was a bad connection? Call her back right now. Tell her you’ve been trying to...
I was walking home from a rough day in my office, my assistant was trying so hard to get me alone with her, her and her dirty mind, but I had to tell I was married. I was walking into my large house with a bouqet of roses. I really wanted to have a little fun tonight in the bed so I was going to get my wife drunk and sweeten her up. I couldn't wait, I really wanted a little child. I walked inside and crept upstairs. I heard a noise, so I tip-toed closer. It was my wife she was laughing with...
I was round at my friends house the other day just chilling and messing on his laptop, when all of a sudden he remembered he had an appointment at the physio but he said you stay here if you like il be back in about an hour so I thought fuck it I'll watch a bit of porn whilst he's gone! So I got on here and started watching some sexy blonde getting smashed from behind by her boyfriend, I started getting hard and thought fuck it he's going to be gone ages so I whipped my cock out and started...
I've written several stories about my various fantasies. Here is another.I'm tagging along on a photo shoot. The subject is Sherry, a well endowed on top sexy blue eyed brunette with a tattoo on her back. She's got long legs that I'd love to climb. She is leaning against a tree, striking seductive, sexy poses. The photographer is so into his work, he doesn't pay attention to Sherry teasing an exposure of her breast, or purposely allowing a nipple slip. They way she is licking her lips and her...
I push open the front door and shake my useless, broken umbrella on the welcome mat outside. I take off my coat and try to shake as much water off of it as possible. Removing my pumps, I walk down the entrance foyer and upstairs to our bedroom. As I flick on the light, I’m disappointed not to see you there. Realizing that you had mentioned that you were going to be working late, I begin to strip off my soaking wet clothes. Glancing into the mirror I almost laugh, my hair was a fright and my...
Jordan's long cock easily parted Lisa's labia and began its descent into her warm, moist depths where he would be gripped tightly and lovingly while it slid back and forth sending waves of pleasure through them both. His hands were on her firm, solid breasts as his fingers rolled those little, dark red nipples around. They were perfect for sucking, he thought, and bent down to take one in his mouth as his hips rose and fell over her. He had taken his time entering Lisa just as he had done...
It had started like any other day. At the appointed time to serve her, I followed my mistress into the chamber where she told me to get ready. I took off my clothes and kneeled naked in front of her with my head bowed starring at the floor in front of me. I did not know that my mistress had something special in mind for her amusement that day. I could see the toes of her long leather boots as she stood in front of me. I knew from following her into the chamber that she was wearing her long...
Introduction: The motel became our love nest Part 3 The sex on those two days was wonderful and it carried over with my husband at home and I was so happy. The only time we missed Thursdays was if he was away on a trip or I had my period. That didnt bother him but it did me so he decided that we still had those Thursdays but not in a motel. We would go to a public park and I would satisfy him with a blow job. There was a lot of excitement in that for both of us with people walking on the trail...