Message-ID: <17773eli$9812030427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: catservant@hotmail.com (Catservant) Subject: Reunion Part II (MFMFFfM, teen, religion) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: catservant@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <36657f93.8142239@news.cdt.infi.net> [Cleaned-up repost of I and II; I apologize most sheepishly for the initial formatting problems which I hope I've solved and should be posting III shortly.] Disclaimer: this story deals with group sexual contact, involving married and, in one case, slightly underage people, and is not intended to be read by anyone under 18. This is my first posted effort at erotic writing and it makes no pretensions to be anything other than some thoughts I find arousing. Everything and everyone in the story is the product of my over-active imagination, with one exception: the PC game described exists (try a web search for 4play95); I have no other connection with its maker than that of a happy customer. Friendly Email is welcome to: catservant@hotmail.com Part II Tamiko began to work her hand down the high neckline of Beth's dress; "Mrs Ha.....Beth, I'm nervous too....you see, I've never been touched this way by a *man*. Anne is bi-sexual, and she let me hide and watch her once......", as she spoke in a very low voice, almost whispering to Beth, her hand was visible to all sneaking down that lady's chest and up one mound. Beth made a little cry as fingers made the tight squeeze under her bra and found her nipple. "but tonight, I think I want to try for myself......" David's bass voice spoke equally quietly "Tammy, I believe we'd all agree you shouldn't do *anything* tonight you're not sure you want to do". "Sweet love, he's right", Anne put in, "and if I had any brains I'd make you go back to our room and stay there, but...... this is all so exciting" "Anne, dear......Pastor Johnson, please, I want to stay", she said, all the while toying very expertly with Beth's now erect nipple. "Well", Dave Johnson continued, "I guess we're all damned fools tonight.......but I might as well take my roll and get on with this" With a big grin, he turned the laptop (one eye still on Beth's chest), bought his first square, "Eve's Escorts", and continued on doubles, "aw, got no money for that one......Paul, get off the floor and roll" Tamiko whispered in Beth's ear, "should I keep......?". "Please, honey, you're making me feel wonderful; Paul, you know the rules, when should she stop?" "I dunno, whenever you two have to do something else, I guess. 'Til then, have fun", Paul said, just as he rolled onto Beth's "Rooms". "Well Beth, look at this, I'm right back on the floor"-- it directed him to lie face down and let Beth (shoes off) use his ass as a footstool-- "and you're the first to take off something". As Tammy took her hand out of Beth's dress, Beth bent down to remove her low heels, "At my feet, slave, then". "As you command, lovely lady". Mark rolled as Beth felt up Paul's ass with her stocking feet, and joined Paul on his wife's property. "Pay for me....I can play with Beth anytime"-- as he hit that, an "interaction" came up-- "Oh, Paul, you can stop being my wife's footstool and come give me a neck-rub". "Damn, guy, I was having fun down there". As Paul started to complainingly rub Mark's neck, Beth took her roll......."Playpen": "Mark, remove Beth's dress" "Beth, you OK with this?" Mark asked, "for all I know you're naked under there" "Tammy knows some of my secrets, Mark......and Dave knows all of 'em. Come over here and show the rest" Again, every eye was on his wife as Mark unzipped her from behind and helped her out of the sleeves of her long dress, uncovering white bra straps but being careful to hide anything else. Mark looked around and smiled as he began to gradually lower the material, giving everybody else there a first time view of Beth's full cleavage. The ex-missionary-- and now, for the first time in public, stripper-- was quite noticeably blushing as her husband eased her dress down over the cups of her plunging bra and brought it slowly to her waist (still quite trim; no kids) All three of their watching classmates appeared obviously excited (and the two younger ladies weren't exactly disinterested........) Mark, after a pause, started pushing the wool over Beth's hips and uncovering her nude-tone pantyhose. "Hmmm looks familiar", David broke the silence, but stared with the rest as Mark slowly revealed his wife's very pleasantly full nyloned thighs, then let the material drop around her stocking feet. "Turn around, love, and show these good Baptists your best feature." "I should slap you for that", but Beth did turn her back and let the folks admire her round, shapely bottom. "Always did envy you enjoying the best ass at college, Mark". "You're not the only one, Paul", said Dave. "No, he's not, though I was in deepest denial of THOSE thoughts at the time", Anne added, as Beth turned back, blushing even deeper, "C'mon Anne, just take your turn". Anne hit the "Grab Bag", and ended up taking off her high heels, then her daughter ended up, like Beth, landing on the Playpen, also partnering Mark: "Tamiko, lay on the floor and let Mark touch your entire body through any clothes you have on". An "interaction" message came up as well: "Beth share a long and very close hug with Tamiko". Beth, still standing, walked over to Tammy, helped the petite teen up, folded her close against her scantily-clad body and pressed her mouth to Tamiko's ear. For a time they hugged tight and whispered back and forth, then Beth eased the girl down to the rug, continuing their intimate embrace. "Mark, you're supposed to come and play too", Beth said to her watching husband. Anne sat and watched as her college friends double-teamed her daughter-cum-love-of-her-life: Beth, voluptuous in bra and pantyhose, holding Tammy tight against her chest, her husband kneeling down to stroke straight dark hair and one pretty cheek as the other pressed against Beth's. Anne had long considered how best to introduce her sweetheart to the delight she occasionally found in hetero-sex; this wild concatenation of circumstance had brought together three men she knew to be gentle and decent (and, incidentally, two wives Anne was frankly lusting for); she decided she couldn't do much better than to let the dice have their way. Mark, she was glad to see, wasn't rushing things, massaging her lover's shoulders and caressing her back through the red silk blouse, and the other three were quietly staring at the little tableau: Shawna and David holding hands, Paul's eyes fixed on the roaming hands of his old friend as they in due time passed Tammy's waistline and began to explore surprisingly full cheeks and long slim legs through her skirt. Mark was not finding it entirely easy to stay as gentle, calm, and slow, as he thought he should; touching the exquisite young thing his wife was hugging was overpoweringly exciting. The tall but slight blonde, while he still put faith in such things, had been a notable "Warrior for Christ" in Europe's hardest-core red light district. As he stroked Tammy's stockinged calves it occurred to him that he'd been true to Beth through everything Amsterdam could throw at him, but this teenager was too much-- and that it was too much to believe that he had his wife's enthusiastic cooperation in enjoying her! He wanted to lift her skirt and.........but had enough sense left to realize he needed to "play the game". Mark reached around and put his hands on Tamiko's where they embraced his wife, and caught Tammy's eyes......and her expression of obvious pleasure. "Are you liking all this, dear?"-- he slowly stroked up her amazingly delicate wrists and arms-- "Oh, yes". Beth put in, "Mark, you should've heard what she's been whispering to me" . Mark moved his hands around her shoulders and down to her sides, unavoidably brushing her small mounds. "Tammy, may I feel your breasts?", Mark somehow felt like he should ask......"Mr. Hazlitt.......Mark, the game said my 'entire body'; I think you should touch me wherever you want to" . Tamiko released herself from Beth's arms-- a place where she certainly wanted to be again, but adventure called-- flipped onto her back on the old carpet, and looked up into Mark's blue eyes. That was new too, she thought, as Mark slipped his big hands and long fingers down her sides and up on to her stomach-- .Anne, Beth, Kim (the one gaijin girl she'd flirted and played a little with at school) all brown-eyed-- then Mark's hands moved up to her silk-covered breasts, tentatively at first, then a proper massage, different from Anne or Kim's touch, but *very* nice. Distracted by a deep voice, she looked up, caught Anne's eyes, and her lover's oh-so-familiar meaningful smile. It was David that spoke, "Mark, I'm landing on your square and paying you off, so you just keep doing what you're doing......" Paul bought the "Tattoo Parlor", spoke quietly to Beth, "why don'tcha roll for Mark", and turned in time to catch Mark slipping one hand down between Tamiko's legs and starting to rub her through her skirt. Beth managed to break her own concentration to put Mark's token on Paul's square, pay, and buy a property on doubles-- then landed herself on the Grab Bag: "Beth, spin the bottle. Give the winning gent a full two minute French kiss" . "Men only......seems tame," Beth said, "but at least we have a bottle; sorry, Mark, think you need to get up here.........or should I say, sorry Tammy", she added, as the rather flush-faced teen shared a smile with her husband. "Three men too *tame* for you dear?.......I hope you aren't gonna go fully lesbian on me, though considering", Mark's gesture caught the other three women as he sat back down, "couldn't blame you". "Here goes", Beth said, and gave the empty pint a hard spin. "Mmmmm, definitely looks like me", said Paul. The (ex) hard-shell preacher-- his rather well made suit still suggesting the latter, and the brown hair and new beard he'd been letting grow looking more suitable for his teaching job-- got up and walked toward Mark's wife, who stood up and met his embrace. "Paul", Mark interjected, "give me your watch......I don't have a second hand". "Anal retentive, are we?.......here". "You get two go-rounds with my Beth, no more, no less......and you'll find she has"......at which point Beth was grabbing Paul and lip-locking him......"quite a clever tongue" Paul had had quite a case of the hots for Beth 10 years gone, and he wasted no time making the kiss as steamy as possible, exploring her mouth and pressing her full breasts against his chest, while the lady cooperated with enthusiasm. "One minute", called Mark, "remember to breathe". Anne turned the comp her way and rolled: "Go to the Clinic". "Shit, I'm feeling left out; you try Tam". She hopped on to Paul's Kitty club; play involved Paul taking off her shoes. "Hey Paul, time....Tammy needs you". Paul and Beth seemed to disengage with some reluctance. "Hmmm, I like your-style kisses, Paul". "Very much likewise, sweetie", he said, bending down by Tamiko's chair and slipping off her high heels (managing a nice caress of the teen's stocking feet......) Continued in Part III -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----