Message-ID: <17881eli$9812080434@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: catservant@hotmail.com (Catservant) Subject: Reunion Part IV (MFMFFfM, teen, quasi-incest, 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: <366cd8f7.57969872@news.cdt.infi.net> 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. All previous parts should be available at www.dejanews.com by searching the adult archive using my Email. 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 IV After Beth hung up Tamiko's blouse, the six players were actually sitting down to the game (albeit with fewer clothes). David took his roll, paying off Paul (somehow male-male interactions were just not very popular yet tonight....), then Paul hit the same Playpen as Tamiko, Tam being commissioned to take off his shoes. As she knelt down under the table and untied his wing-tips (and, like he had done for her, made a point of rubbing his feet), Mark, Beth and Anne made rather boring rolls, buying up two of the remaining properties. "Looks like we're halfway through 'level one' , Anne said, "how many levels are there?" Paul held up three fingers, "I think level 3 gets pretty...." he hesitated, "...not sure yet if we'll want to go there"- a remark that met with some (nervous?) chuckles..... Neither Tammy nor David managed anything exciting, but after Dave's roll a second "Group" thing showed up: "Mark and Paul, play 'rock, paper, scissors', best 2 out of 3. Winner's prize: take off Anne's blouse or dress and catch a quick feel inside her bra." The guys shared looks with Anne, "why don't you count to three for us, dear", said Paul; Paul's scissors took the first round- and repeated their victory on the second. "Damn, guy, give me a chance". "About as much chance as I had with Anne back in the day". "Heck, Paul, didn't even know you were interested", Anne said as Paul walked around to stand by his prize. "Shows you how much guts I had.....", he reached down and untucked her blouse; "Paul the Coward", he added, pulling it up to just below her bra. Turning a bit, "Ladies and gentlemen, a first time, I believe, for all but one of us".....he flipped up her blouse to expose a rather skimpy white bra and exquisitely rounded expanses of her lovely skin , "may I present Anne Maguire's tits". Paul turned back as folks grinned, and ogled, and even clapped (with a prudent softness, even though the group had good reasons to know the adjacent rooms were empty), and helped the lady out of her top. Anne looked back at him as he turned to hang it with Tammy's, "there's more, Paul". "You really think I forgot, beautiful?" He stood behind her and started delicately skimming his fingers down from her shoulders on to the slopes of her breasts, his fingertips just barely contacting the smoothest skin he'd felt..... "so very, very soft".....then jammed both hands all the way into the cups, fully capturing Anne's breasts in his palms and spread fingers. "Ooooh", she mouthed, as he squeezed once, twice a bit harder, then withdrew. Walking back around Tam and Dave to his seat, Paul-- who was still more than a bit smitten with Anne after 10 years and rather fewer women-- brought his hands to his face to catch a hint of her perfume.....and stood a bit to take in the pleasant sight of two of his three major college crushes (not to mention one crush's teenage lover) sitting in their bras. (That brought a brief thought of the other, the one he'd actually dated.....but as far as he knew, she was still firmly married in the full monogamous Baptist sense......pity.) Mark and Beth had rolled by now, with the sole result that Mark was feeling up his wife's panty-hosed legs. "Anne, your turn" , Beth had to remind her. Anne's virtual token skipped to one of Paul's squares. "Paul, what an interesting coincidence; now I'm to take off *your* shirt, and kiss your nipples" "Ohhkay...I think we can assume-since the game just gives men plain 'shirts', that includes jackets". "Yes, and ties I'd say.....and tie pins, undershirts, cufflinks....", Anne trailed off as she reached the back of Paul's chair and went for the knot of his tie. Tammy, one eye on her lover as she worked Paul's gray jacket off, took her shot and, playing on one of Mark's: "Tamiko , take Mark's face in your hands, and pay with a long, deep, probing French kiss". She hopped right up and moved around and , standing just next to where her "mother" was beginning to unbutton Paul, grabbed Mark's cheeks, "I wanted to do this so much when you were.....rubbing...me", she said, giving him a peck on the lips, "now I can". Presently Dave leaned over and whispered to his wife "I think she's giving him more than she did me.....bet he's gonna faint". Beth and Shawna were maybe a bit more interested in what Anne had going: Paul's shirt had now joined his jacket on the back of his chair, and she was slowly peeling up his undershirt, massaging rather decent abs and pecs as she went (Paul blessing the Soloflex knockoff he'd put in his cellar a couple years back....and enjoying prolonged close-ups of cleavage). Anne, dropping his tee-shirt, glanced over at Tam, still fully occupied with a still conscious Mark, then back to the now topless teacher. She could wish Paul's chest was less hairy, but at least it was well-built.....she used her fingers to push the hair more or less aside, and bent down to one nipple with her lips and the tip of her tongue. David by this time had hit the pointless "Lotto", and offering his wife his double throws, parked her on the similarly useless "Slush Fund" (somehow money didn't seem to have much point in this game.......), and turned the machine around to Paul, who was enjoying Anne's attentions to his other nipple, rather liking the sight of her pretty black-haired head against his chest. That good thing coming to an end, he rolled, hitting the still occupied Mark's property and paying, then on to a square he couldn't afford. After a bit of watching the happy couple, he tapped Mark on the shoulder until he broke off. "Oh, my turn?", the hugely grinning ex-missionary said, and put himself on the Slush Fund, bring up an interaction: "Mark give David a long, hot kiss". "Interesting thought there, buddy.....shall we go for it" "Well, the women seem to be enjoying that sort of thing.....but....wait a sec. When I landed on that square, it was my wife rolling.........I'd assume you'd rather have Shawna." "Well yeah, honey", Shawna spoke up from the bed, "don't try and cheat me out of *my* kiss....and you wouldn't appreciate this cute blonde anyhow". "You don't *know* that, love", Dave said with a big smile. "Oh Mark, just come here", she said, patting the bed beside her. Mark was pleased; he kinda figured he'd have to get around to his first real gay experience at some point tonight, but this was altogether a better deal.....he'd been admiring the petite, pretty student all weekend. He sat down by Shawna and she took his hand, "All you guys, you're not gonna believe this, but Mark....you'll be exactly the second man I've really kissed." Mark, taken a bit aback (especially given some of her randy talk earlier) raised his eyebrows and held her eyes as she continued, "Yeah, I was just the perfect little fundamentalist nun in high school.....then Dave scooped me right up that summer after...married as a junior, and, well....." She put her arms around Mark, closed her eyes behind her glasses, opened her lips..... Beth thought her blonde, pale husband made a very attractive contrast with the very darkly complected girl he was holding tight and kissing soundly. She stared as they grew more and more intense, until Anne nudged her to roll. Hitting one of Paul's, she drew "Beth, give Paul a nice facial massage; help him relax for this evenings activities" Sliding Mark's empty chair out of the way, she inched up to Paul (one eye frequently glancing back to the bed), "I can think of some parts of you I'd almost rather massage" As Beth started attentions to Paul's face, Anne put herself with Tamiko on Mark's property, he getting told off to remove her hose. The interaction that also came up looked quite familiar: "Tamiko and Anne, you need to become better acquainted. Spend a little while doing nothing but kissing. Feel at liberty to use your tongues". Figuring she leave Mark's bit for later, Anne turned to her lover, "Gee, honey, I think we're already been pretty well introduced....but I'd bet these people'd enjoy watching us make out." Tammy smiled; "Good bet, Anne", Paul put in, but she already had her ersatz daughter in a close embrace and was snaking her tongue between Tammy's lips. The three odd people out (Beth had pretty much abandoned her massage) had a hard choice.....David particularly was pressed to decide whether to stare at his young wife and his old friend getting hot and heavy on the bed, or at the two stunning Asians going the same way around the table. Beth eventually cut the knot by calling out to her hubbie that he was supposed to take Anne's hose down...and that something was going on over here that he'd enjoy seeing. Shawna- who was left on the bed breathing hard and rather happy with her evening's start- was also enjoying the scene (and a renewal of her earlier thoughts). Mark, managing to recover and figure out what he was supposed to be doing, knelt down at Anne's side...and found himself looking up at one very hot lesbian kiss not a foot from his face. Wasn't all that long ago he'd been thinking in terms of "dykes" and "fags" and "abominations"; something about these two made him glad he didn't believe that shit anymore..... Both a little confused and more than a little aroused, he slipped his hands up Anne's legs under her skirt until he met bare-and very, very smooth and soft-- thighs. Playing around rather longer than he strictly had to getting the catches of Anne's garter belt, he also took his time getting the stockings down to her knees. Anne by then had broken off and urged Tamiko to roll, "you're doing nice there, dear, but Tammy had something for you". "Oh?". The younger woman read it out, "Tamiko, reward Mark with a private look down your blouse or dress so he can appreciate your cleavage (if that's already exposed to everyone, let him have a peek at your nipples)". "I'd love to....lemme finish here", Mark said, pulling the nylons caressingly down Anne's calves. Tammy bent down as far as she could toward the blonde guy at her side, who was still stealing a good feel of Anne's bare feet.....and apparently sneaking a peep up her skirt. "Mark, you're supposed be looking at these". He turned from the contemplation of Anne's white panties-- just barely visible in the dimness under her skirt-- looked straight into Tammy's dark eyes just inches from his, and let his gaze travel up to where she was holding her red bra cups out for him, the pretty things they'd hidden small and compact to her chest, but adorned with very prominent, more than quarter-size pink aureoles and little round upstanding nipples. "Am I the first guy to see?", he spoke low, his head still close to hers. "Yes, Mark, just like you were first to touch", she bent down right to his ear, "I'd like it so much if you and Beth could come and stay with us sometime....Anne would love to sleep with Beth...and I'd..." She trailed off, and Mark brought his lips to her ear "Oh honey, I think....". Paul's voice interrupted "your turn, Mark"- he and Dave had rolled without result, other than Dave buying one of the last squares-and Mark got back to his chair with a look on his face that lead Beth to ask him what was up. "Tell you later, dear," he said, landing with David on his new square, paying, and still and getting told to give him a neck massage. "He's good, Dave", Paul put in, while Mark was moving around behind the preacher and Beth was rolling on to Anne's property. "If I was as much of a damned chicken as you boys, I'd just pay her....but *I* intend to have fun. Listen to this, Anne: 'Anne put your legs in Beth 's lap (make sure your skirt falls back almost to your waist!); let her caress them'" "Mmmmm, sounds nice, Beth....move your chair back a little". She turned her chair- luckily none of the cheap seats they'd looted from all their rooms had arms- and flipped her legs up so her knees were between Beth's thighs.....and the hemline of her knee-length skirt halfway up hers. "Back to my waist, didn't it say?"; she dragged her black skirt back until her white panties peeped out, and everyone in the room stared at her lovely legs-not especially long, but perfectly shaped-- stretched out across Beth's nylons and bare from toes to crotch. Mark, standing behind Dave and kneading his broad shoulders through his suit jacket, was especially fascinated by his wife's hands, gently stroking from ankles to panty-line. Beth had flabbergasted him repeatedly tonight, not least when she fell in rapidly with the suggestion (who'd first made it? he couldn't recall....) of an "adult" game, and with the inclusion of a teenager.....and then there'd been her reaction to said teenager's invasion of her bra.....her inviting him to fondle the girl...her wild necking with another guy. And now this....Beth had always been.....well, not prudish, you couldn't quite be prudish ministering in the Amsterdam Red Light district, but reluctant to discuss certain things. Her attitude toward gays and lesbians hadn't seemed to be the outraged disgust of some (something Mark himself was still dealing with the residue of), but maybe more incomprehension and pity. They'd somehow never made time to discuss sexual attitudes since their "deconversions", so the obvious changes in Beth's (and the sight of her giving Anne's thighs a very erotic massage) were a revelation. A strangely , powerfully (and almost painfully) stimulating one. As he pondered-- and absently massaged the equally rapt David-- more sensual stuff was happening. Tamiko had rolled for her lover, and then put herself on Anne's property along with Beth, drawing both a play instruction telling Anne to fondle her breasts through her bra and an interaction telling her to give Beth a "sexy foot massage". Tammy thought a moment and got down on the floor, leaning back against Anne within easy reach of Beth's stocking feet, and got to work-- something she was maybe even better than Anne at-- while her companion slipped a hand down to her chest..... Both Shawna and Paul were working around as best they could to get a better look at the trio, and David started up too, "That feels pretty good, Mark, but this table's kinda blocking my view....why don't we take it around....." All three women looked very happy with developments, Anne maybe most of all as Beth played dangerously close to what almost looked like a damp spot on her panties. She now had both hands down working on her sweetheart's confined tits, thumbs playing with quite discernable bumps. "Guys", Anne looked up, "Tammy has beautifully sensitive nipples...and somehow I think somebody else will get a chance to test that before long.........and shouldn't somebody be playing the damn game?" "Oh yeah", Dave said, "let's see..." Mark broke off as the pastor sat down, grabbed the machine, and put himself right on Anne's "Skid Row Apartments" with the rest of the crowd. Anne was to take off his shoes, and then "Tamiko, take David in your arms...pretend you and he are the only ones here as you give him an extended and very passionate kiss" Staring at the panel for a second, hesitant to break the ladies up, he almost wished it'd been with one of his classmates-- neither of whom he'd so much as gotten to kiss (though his hands still seemed to tingle from his thorough exploration of Anne's sweet body)--- but the young Japanese lady was seriously attractive too, and resuming with her wasn't such a bad idea at all. But then this was all pretty damned good for a reunion he'd almost passed up....and liable to put some serious excitement in to his and Shawna's sex life, he guessed. If it didn't end them with them all in jail. Oh well....."uhhh, ladies, listen to this....." Anne and Tamiko got themselves sorted out from Beth. "Beth, you are *good* at that...now I almost wish I hadn't spoken up to Dave". "Yeah, Anne, I'll admit that was fun......and, Tammy, you are an *angel*. My feet.....". But Tammy was already bending down over David, lips sealed to his, and Anne was getting busy with his shoelaces. Paul, meanwhile, grabbed his laptop and put himself onto yet another of Mark's squares "Oh what the hell, if they're calling us chickens"........"ah Mark, I'm supposed to kiss and suck on your fingers". "We do have the option of chickening out", Mark said, and Beth snorted, "But we aren't going to......", he finished. "At least your fingernails look clean....." Mark put up with Paul's oral attentions gamely (though he was a bit glad to see that his friend didn't much seem to be much in to it either), and asked his wife to roll for him: Playpen, with Tamiko taking off his socks. As she broke off from Dave, Beth also hit a Playpen: "Beth, give a lap dance to Paul. Face away from him and gyrate in his lap; he's not allowed to touch you with his hands on penalty of getting booted from the game" "Hey, I'll take his spot", Shawna said. "Shawna, I wish you'd been having better luck with doubles, but......", he ostentatiously put his hands behind his back....in time for Beth to sit down on his rather obvious bulge and start grinding her pantyhosed rear. "Shawna", he said after a bit, speaking through the scented brown hair that was covering his face, "it's damned tempting......" Taking time out from watching her old friend (and new girlfriend?) "dance", Anne slid on to David's square. "Everyone will watch as David and Anne kiss very thoroughly." "About time there, Pastor Johnson". "You bet, Sister Maguire", he riposted as he stood up and met her in a hug. "I taught Tammy everything she knows", the former missionary whisper-tongued into his ear before giving herself to his lips. Beth (who was finding she was thoroughly enjoying cock-teasing Paul), thought that they, maybe the best-looking man and woman here, made a striking couple too. Funny how the black and white (or black and anything) thing had been such a big taboo at school, but one *nobody*, student or staff, ever spoke about. Another fundie taboo she'd love to smash tonight, with him......or with his cute wife. 'Jesus, I'm getting so wild', she silently blasphemed.....as Paul spoke in her ear "Hey, slow down, love.....I have limits!" The next few throws (Dave and Paul eventually being forced to give up their fun to go) were dull, but then after Mark landed on his own square, up came another Group panel . "Hey, doesn't this look interesting, folks........" Continued in Part V (of ???) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----